~*Whispers in the Night*~ Plenty of Plots to Choose From!

James headed up to his room to set up the gaming system. He was pretty sure the game was in the console, but he still needed to hook up the second controller. Once done, he called down to her that the game was ready.

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(  Thank you. And sorry that this reply is short. >.<)

"No problem with that," Loran muttered. he doubted he would wake up when he fell asleep again. "But if you insist, I can't really stop you."
Letting his head fall back, he let his eyes fall closed. The fever was rising a bit, so it didn't take long to fall asleep.

(It's fine. She looks fine. I'll have my character up soon. Who do you want to start the plot off?)

(Not at all. Go right on ahead. )

Kellan Henry McCoy | 19 | Male
Kellan stands around 5'11", and has a frame to match. The boy likes to work out on spare time to help him relax, which has also helped keep him in shape. He's no body builder, but there's no sign of noticeable fat on him. Short red hair sticks up on his head in natural spikes, or at least natural for how he keeps his hair cut. Bright sea green eyes always hold a smile, even when he's trying to be serious. That's just the type of person Kellan is. He's a jokester, someone who would rather have you laugh at his expense to keep you from crying about something wrong in your life. He doesn't like depressing situations, yet he knows when jokes are needed and when it's best to truly comfort someone. Otherwise people wouldn't have too good of an opinion of him. As a newly graduated guy from high school, Kellan moved out of his parent's home and is now living in an apartment by himself that he's paying for thanks to the help of his two jobs. School and rent is not cheap, so two jobs are required, especially when he doesn't have a roommate to help with the rent.

(Sorry if his description isn't the best.)

Kellan was already up and running. Literally. Every morning, the boy got up about the same time to go running in the early morning air. Yeah, it was dark, but there were also less people crowding the streets. Plus, he had another reason for being out so early. Today was his first, official day in town, having just moved here from a city about ten hours away. The reason for the move was for college reasons. He wanted to attend the college here, and it was too far for him to drive every day. So, he found an apartment and moved in.
He'd been running for at least twenty minutes as he passed through the trails that led through the college's campus and dorm rooms. He figured this was the safest path to take since he didn't know what the rest of the town was like. No one here was awake yet, which was an added plus. Being the new guy here, he didn't want to cast suspicion on himself if anyone saw him jogging around. Technically, he wasn't a student here yet, not until his first class at least.

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Loran was actually awake long before Lumi was. He woke around mid morning, maybe an hour or two after sunrise. His first instinct was to ask the girl if she was awake, hut turning his head to see the girl still sound asleep, he stopped himself. He might be the injured one, but she was the one who had done more to deserve a rest. So he laid there for the next few hours, his fever subside for the moment as he waited for her to wake.

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"Ready to play?" James asked as soon as she entered the room, smiling at her.

(Oh no it's perfect :)

Sage buried herself even deeper within her large sweater, the chilly nip of the morning beginning to really make it's presence known as the dew from the grass she walked in seeped into her rugged old sneakers. She veered to the left once she'd reached the path, allowing the tranquility of nature's surroundings sooth her erratic heart and weary soul, the peaceful silence of the birds chirping and rustle of creatures venturing out replenishing. She traveled idly along, humming a calmly familiar turn softly as she drank in her surroundings and let the nightmare be booted from her thoughts. The barley worn path she shuffled upon was unknown to most, but lead to her college campus. She herself had chosen not to live in the dorms, and with her job in the town's pharmacy and a small boost from her parents in the form of money, though it was considered a loan, she'd been able to discover an apartment that met the very basic needs of a human, and a non psychopathic female in need of a roommate who attended the same college.

It'd be such a perfect set up, oh so perfect. She'd gotten into the college she so wanted, the classes she'd wished to have, she'd found a best friend in her room mate who was solid and trustworthy, not the betraying leaving type and then, then she'd fallen for him. And he, he'd been absolutely everything. She'd crashed into him in the halls on her way to a late class of her freshman year of college, and she could've sworn it was love at first sight. The green of his eyes.....it'd been heart stopping. Of course, them being who they were, had taken the traditional way, friends first, then even better friends and long the way she felt within their hearts, they'd both known where the relationship was destined. She could still recall the way his eyes sparkled, or the way he'd nervously bit his lip when he'd asked her with a rose that expressed the vibrancy of their love, and the color of his blood. It'd been a wondrous two years with him, from late-night cuddles to unending laughter. He'd been there with her through it all, the struggle when her parents treated her as a burden, the grades that had slid through her open fingers, the soul searching she'd taken on to figure out just who Sage was, and she'd done the same. They were suppose to be together till the end of their days, but he'd broken that promise and broke her in the process.

"You bet I am," Amanda said as she sat down, and picked up her cintroller.

"You weren't lying when you said you were a heavy sleeper," Loran commented, glancing over at the girl. There was a faint smile on his face to let her know he didn't mean anything by his words. "And yes, I assume it's safe to say good afternoon."
The elf tried his best to sit up, grunting slightly as he shifted the pillow behind him. He wasn't in a perfect position, but he had adjusted himself all he wanted to at the moment. He was upright, and that's all he cared about.
"I've been up for the past few hours," he answered her question. "I didn't have the heart to wake you seeing as you stayed up pretty late last night. You needed to rest. As for how I'm feeling, better than last night, but far from being okay."

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Kellan let his mind wander as he jogged. He was away from most of the dorms now, so he let himself relax. There was nothing better than running on trails, especially hiking trails. Back in his old town, he had lived outside the city limits, which meant he had access to all kinds of hiking trails to get his workout fix on. Many of them shared common destination: a large lake where he had spent many days playing, swimming, and fishing with his family. It was one detail that he would miss now that he lived in the city, but he was sure he could find a way to compromise.
Moving here wasn't exactly an easy decision for him to make, but at the same time, it was beneficial for him nonetheless. In order for him to pursue the career he wanted to learn, he had to attend this college. It was the closest to his hometown. So he figured this would give him some experience living on his own. It was a win/lose situation, but one he could live with.
He was lost in his thoughts as he continued down the barely noticeable path, completely unaware of his surroundings even though he was staring straight out in front of him. So imagine his surprise when he run up on a girl who was also out walking so early in the morning.

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Winter rolled his eyes as he listened to her. "Is there even anything to do around here that is enjoyable?" he muttered. "Something tells me there isn't."
(So sorry my replies are short. >.< I promise, they'll get better.)

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James chuckled and picked up the other controller. "Then you get first pick of the track," he said, sitting down on his bed.

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(Yeah, it seems people were either fans of one or the other, lol.)

Danir stood up as well, his eyes scanning the alley. "These don't look like elven coins," he muttered, stooping down to pick up some of the gold. "Then again, we don't put a lot of detail into our coins, believe it or not. There's no telling where he got this gold from. However, if someone was going to frame us for his death, then why would they have bothered with gold? We have far more valuable things that would fetch a heft price if he were to resell."
Shaking his head, he dropped the coins back onto the ground. "I think we should take the man back to the castle for the baron to inspect. He may know something about this attempt."

"Yeah, no surprise there," James said, laughing softly as he picked Yoshi. "Which track do you want to race on?"

"I can promise my father will do everything in his power to help you identify this man, his killer, and the reason he was killed," Pax promised solemnly.

Up in the bell tower, Niklis shivered as Chastmere's men lifted the dead man by his feet and shoulders, hoisting him high enough that the arrows didn't scrape against the ground and tear further wounds. He clenched his fists, wishing he had the courage to charge out and tell everyone that Pax was a filthy liar, but what was the word of a thief against the word of the baron's son? It was suicide to rush out like that without hard proof, having such a low social status. He groaned softly, so softly it was barely audible. 

Whatever was going to happen next, he doubted it would be pretty.

James chuckled and nodded. "Maybe this time will be different," he said.

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Danir fell into step behind the guards carrying the body. Yet Thayer stayed where she was for a moment. The strange feeling still clung to her and she glanced around. Her eyes moved up to the bell tower, just now noticing its presence. Maybe that's what was giving her a weird feeling. It looked to be abandoned. Who knows who might be calling it home. She stared at it for a moment longer before her father called her name. Turning her attention back to him, she quickly went to catch up to him.

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(Yeah, same. Want to time skip to dinner and them try to drag him out of his room?)

Danir nodded to his wife, stopping beside her. "It is," he said. "Someone shot him with the intent of framing elves, that much we have figured out. The reason why, however, is still a mystery."

"Of course, I'm fine," Thayer reassured her sister. "I'm always careful. Though I did run into some poor boy as I chased after the horse, but it was half his fault. He dove out in front of me."

Danir nodded to her find. "That's not how Ratha makes her arrows. These aren't made to stick in after they reach their target. I'm surprised all of them stayed in this long."

Meira sighed and hung her head. "Thank goodness," she mumbled before pulling Thayer into a hug. "Dad made me wait here with Mom. I wanted to come back and find you but couldn't."

"He must have been upright for a while after being shot, then," Tawna reasoned. "Tying him onto the horse would do that." Setting the arrow aside and cringing, she reached for the man's dangling wrists, turning them over and over again. His skin was clammy to the touch and his limbs were beginning to stiffen. But, she frozen when she noticed thin red lines on the soft underside of his wrists, and pointed them out, along with faint scorch marks on each. 

"That's unusual."