The Lost Islands
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Here is the toil of that house, and the inextricable wandering.


As he listens to her experiences, he starts to feel this awful tightness across his chest, his temples instantly registering a rise in that pulse rate. And that's not the half of it. Unfortunately he odesn't think he can do justice to how truly strange this all is, a paradox of sorts, since on one hand he's laughing at himself, mocking the irrational nature of his own anxieties, what he continues in fact to perceive as a complete absurdity -- "I mean, Arcus, what do you really have to be afraid of?" -- while on the other hand, and at the same time mind you, finding himself absolutely terrified, if not of something in particular -- there were no particulars as far as he could see -- then of the reaction itself, as undeniable and unimpeachable as the nightmares inside of his head.

"Maybe you will still find him some day -- maybe you never will. You must learn to anticipate both realities happening or else something like this will become more and more of a pattern." Hoots Arcus against the loud concussion of thunder which bellows low and loud in their cave. It scares him into a different mindset -- something, something about a girl he just recently saw on his way to see Bleu.

Alacran.

His eyes are white with startled fear. "Al, she's still out there. Stay -- it is only safe here right now." Without him. Alone. In the dark. With all the terrifying hullaballoo tangoing around in the clouds. He accepted the risk of cardiac arrest, muttered a flurry of fucks then charges out into the storm, determined to find Alacran before Bleu can see even see him.

"Alacran!" he is out the door and into the darkness, no lightning to mark his path but plenty of thunder to beat out the sound of wherever his feet were taking him.


ooc: Closing this thread -- we're about to have another thread open...which is pretty much the continuation of this one -- it just starts on the other end of the Ridge where he happens to be.

A R C U S

"I think you look on death as your friend," she murmured.
"That is a strange friend for a young man to have."

"The only faithful friend in this world," he said bitterly.
"Death is always sure to be at your side."





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