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  1. (this, or rather i, is a sodding mess and i have lost myself yet again)
  2. (i still lost myself; someone just tell me where Corthias is)
  3. (ACK BACK FROM FINALS WHAT DID I MISS AND WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO CORTHIAS)
  4. goat mom if you're watching this broadcast send help please "Excellent answer!"
  5. (oh dear, reduced access to computer due to finals and other affects, such as a lack of computer) (uh, someone take over Corthias for me for a little bit, please)
  6. insert sewing/knitting joke here . . . nah, nothing good with frogging.
  7. (You could indicate slurring through interrobangs and other, unorthodox ending points. Eh, interrobangs are more meant for sarcastic questioning, though.) Corthias sat, patiently. (I got nothing.)
  8. (Oh god, is it one of those alternate universe things, where there are rules, or is it like dream, where there's no rules determining differences?)
  9. (wait i thought i was being shipped)
  10. (Oh, lovely; Corthias was in stupor after reflecting back on what she was told by beaver man Woodie because I couldn't be online for her to do something that is actually useful.) Corthias quickly brushed the hair out of her eyes, and snapped out of her daze; she quickly sat back down and observed the camps and individuals (her gaze stayed on Mina for a few seconds before she continued surveying her surroundings), before speaking at an incredible rate. "Forgive me; I was still half-asleep and I apologize if I sounded not quite in touch with reality. Correct me if I'm wrong, for it would be terrible for me to make incorrect assumptions; I'm going to suppose that something worrisome has happened to the camp and these persons without our knowing beforehand. Certainly not anything desirable." Corthias found herself pacing around the side of the camp Mina lay (she looked for any injury that were on Mina before she continued pacing). She stopped walking and sat next to Mina before rubbing her own hands (still covered in reddened cloth and honey). ". . .this may be a bit rude, given what has happened here, but may I have a piece of cloth?" (I don't want to do anything important due to my lacking access to computers. Also, yes, this is a bit quickly typed, so apologies for any mistakes.)
  11. (oh dear i appear to have lost myself somewhere due to not paying attention as well as i should've and because of my lack of activity in this part of the story) (May I have a recap of what happened?)
  12. (God I missed a lot.) Corthias brushed the hair out of her eyes and quickly snapped herself back to reality. The impact of what she was told began to sink in. "I'm- I'm sorry, would you mind reiterating what you just said? Explain; what happened while I nodded off?" She quickly tidied herself up and stood, holding the book; she missed a lot during her daze, didn't she?
  13. (Okay, Corthias will temporarily be a heavy sleeper because I need her to set someone on fire in her dream because I missed the chance to wake her up.) ------- Blurry. That was all that she could remember; it was like walking through a freshly painted canvas, the colors watered down and dry. Eventually, she heard creaking; Corthias turned around, and was greeted by a small mannequin, the size of a child. The mannequin is fairly typical, made of sturdy wood with rusted spring joints. The face was slashed. Corthias saw the candle in her right hand slide out of her palm, pulling out several veins and tendons, and touched itself to the forehead of the mannequin. The fire consumed the face of the mannequin, spewing sparks and flames, like sadistic fireworks; the smell of burning flesh filled the room. She reached out to the head of the mannequin, and the world turned bright as the sparks ran up her arm towards her eyes, searing herself. ------- Corthias woke with a start and, mumbling, sat upwards; her hair was in her eyes, and she didn't quite adjust yet to the transition from dreams to reality. "Hm? Yes, what happened?" She enunciated her words perfectly, despite being tired and having just woken up. (Also I decided to change her font to something more appropriate.)
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