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[Even though Zelos had a group to travel with, he still liked moments of being alone. It was funny, two years of wishing he could speak and now that he finally could he couldn't find himself having a whole lot to say]
[So with that, sometime in the early evening hours he decided to step away from his camp group and have some time to think to himself. He was far enough away from the site so even if he was spotted, he felt safe in not having the others discovered. He had even passed someone from the resistance on the way to the Dead Zone to pick up supplies, and not realizing who or what he was- felt like doing a good deed of giving him a couple cookies that had been prepared]
[Yeah. Like that will do any good]
[Eventually he gets tired of wandering and spots a nice boulder to sit on. He sits down it, running his hands depressed through his short hair and staring at the cookies- momentarily cursing his life]
[That is, until the rock starts to move and throw him off]
Ow! What the hell-!
[He looks from the ground to see that the boulder was not a boulder, but what seems to be a rather irate graveler, unhappy to be used as a seat and ready to attack him]
...Oh. great.
[OOC: completely open for anyone in or near the mountains!]
[So with that, sometime in the early evening hours he decided to step away from his camp group and have some time to think to himself. He was far enough away from the site so even if he was spotted, he felt safe in not having the others discovered. He had even passed someone from the resistance on the way to the Dead Zone to pick up supplies, and not realizing who or what he was- felt like doing a good deed of giving him a couple cookies that had been prepared]
[Yeah. Like that will do any good]
[Eventually he gets tired of wandering and spots a nice boulder to sit on. He sits down it, running his hands depressed through his short hair and staring at the cookies- momentarily cursing his life]
[That is, until the rock starts to move and throw him off]
Ow! What the hell-!
[He looks from the ground to see that the boulder was not a boulder, but what seems to be a rather irate graveler, unhappy to be used as a seat and ready to attack him]
...Oh. great.
[OOC: completely open for anyone in or near the mountains!]
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