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Nova takes a moment to weigh the odds. On one hand, if she succeeds, they could get a good haul today, this early too. 'Could' being the key word here. If she doesn't go, they might loose some supplies and good people, but she'll most definitely live. It was times like this that Nova wished she...

"Pretty good, Barm, thanks. How are you this morning? she asks, making idle chatter. As much as she enjoyed the relative safety the walls provided, she didn't like the risk that came with walking on narrow planks of wood. Too much risk. But she did her part, for fear of being kicked out was...

The painkillers are promptly put into the bag, and a brief goodbye is given. Nova makes her way over to the nearest cooking fire, pouring the beans into the pot and setting them in the fire to cook. Eating the cooked beans, she takes a moment to wipe out the pot as best as she can, before...

Nova nods, looking over the presented medicine. Energy pills would be a good idea if her adrenaline didn't get her there already. Or it might be a good idea if she needed to run for long periods of time without getting tired... which she didn't expect to do anytime soon. Painkillers were always...

Nova shrugs. "Sure, why not?" There's no harm in looking, after all. She takes a moment to put the bottle of flavored water in her backpack, and ties the cooking pot to one of the straps.

Nova thinks, tapping her chin as she looks over the wares. Unslinging her bag from over her shoulder, she takes out a ring, and trades for the pot. "Yeah, one ring is good. I think I'll take the grape flavored water," she states, also taking out two rings and passing them to the woman. "A shame...

Nova nods, and sets the container of radishes in her backpack, zipping up the zipper and slinging the pack over her back. "You too, Johnson," Nova states, turning and stepping away from the booth. Perhaps she underestimated how long that was going to take... perhaps there was time before making...

With a nod, Nova turns to look about the fire area. She didn't quite understand why the boys just didn't borrow a branch from the smaller fires for the main fire, but hey that was their choice. She supposed she could also perhaps lend them her lighter, but what if she needed that later? Anyways...

Nova couldn't help the snort and the laugh that followed. "Musical fruit?" she quoted. It always got her every time she heard that. Granted, Nova never really recalled every having gaseous problems after eating beans, but there's a first for everything. Besides, given the choice between beans...

Nova probably would remember to load up her gun before the start of her watch. For now, though, she was content to let it go unloaded. After all, with all these guns around, she figured someone would be a good enough shot to cover her until she could get a magazine into her weapon. Stifling a...

With an exaggerated yawn, Nova stretches her limbs and rolls over, savoring the comfort of her old cot for a moment or two before forcing herself in an upright position. A shame about those roses. They were her favorite things to look at in the morning. But yes, it's good that the tomatoes...

Sighing slightly through her nose, Nova closes her eyes and concentrates on the sounds around her. Beneath the birds chirping, she focuses on the voices of the women chatting with each other, attempting to hear their conversation. If it involved her, she would lay still and listen, faking being...

Witches were all the same. They had some kind of hideout where they did their witchy stuff, cursed people, caused mayhem, all kinds of things. Luis was perched nearby one such hideout, in the form of a small herbal shop in some backwater town in the USA. He crouched on a tree branch, toned...

Name: Isaac Luis Silveregate Age: 18 Gender: Male Meister/weapon: Meister Appearance: Personality: Luis, as he prefers to go by, is very laid back and relaxed. He's calm, cool, and collected, but also very easygoing and personable. He likes to spend his free time drawing and playing his...

"I'm late, I'm late..." Nova cursed under her breath, repeating the phrase like a mantra as she scrambled around her room and gathered items she thought she'd need. Extra clothes, a journal, a town map... she laid them out on her unkempt bed, making sure she had everything, before she shoved the...

"It's... cold," Julian said after some careful consideration. He laughed a bit at his own joke, still rather tense around her, but trying not to show it. "It's a lot colder than LA, that's for sure. It never snows in LA, so going places where it does snow, especially when it snows heavily...

"Yeah, well..." Julian started, stiffing a yawn mid-sentence. "Usually I like to catch up on sleep while on the road, but if you're wide awake..." he looked around the tour bus, only just realizing how much of a mess it was inside. His clothes lay strewn about the bus, not only clogging up one...

Julian blinked, still surprised by the fan's suddenly appearance in his tour bus. He glanced out the window briefly - shops rushed by quickly, they must be approaching the freeway soon. "Press charges?" he echoed, knitting his eyebrows. "No, no. This was just a mess up. I'm not going to sue you...

After the meet and greet out in the freezing snow, Julian was ready to go snuggle under a warm blanket by a space heater with a cup of hot cocoa in his tour bus. Yes... that sounded brilliant. Stepping onto the tour bus, he noticed the driver, Ernest, looking about. Ernest was a sweet old man...

The song started to wind down a bit, and as the final chorus came to a halt and the band wound down musically, Julian took the time to talk with the audience. It was his favorite thing to do during concerts, as one on one talking with his fans was brief and pretty formal at signing events...