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Log; Ongoing
Characters: Mithos, Kratos, Günter
Setting: Near the fountain
Date: October 20
Time: 11:45 PM
The sun had long since gone to bed, and Günter had barely noticed its passing. Despite his own confusion for the past dozen hours, something about the way Zelos has spoken of Mithos had distracted him further. He had never met the boy to find his friends because his friends had come to him--but something had seemed off, something Günter couldn't quite put his finger on. With a sigh, he gently closed the ridiculously wide tomb he was staring through and pulled his cloak around his shoulders, heading down the stairs to exit the library.
Once outside, he found it colder than he'd expected it to be. Even as a trained soldier, the nagging wish to have a thicker cloak tugged at the back of his mind. Heading down the cobblestone streets, the sound of his footsteps was in rhythm with the clock, and he hoped that he would be lucky enough to find the boy before he pulled his own beautiful hair out.
He was just within range of the sound of running water when he saw them.
Setting: Near the fountain
Date: October 20
Time: 11:45 PM
The sun had long since gone to bed, and Günter had barely noticed its passing. Despite his own confusion for the past dozen hours, something about the way Zelos has spoken of Mithos had distracted him further. He had never met the boy to find his friends because his friends had come to him--but something had seemed off, something Günter couldn't quite put his finger on. With a sigh, he gently closed the ridiculously wide tomb he was staring through and pulled his cloak around his shoulders, heading down the stairs to exit the library.
Once outside, he found it colder than he'd expected it to be. Even as a trained soldier, the nagging wish to have a thicker cloak tugged at the back of his mind. Heading down the cobblestone streets, the sound of his footsteps was in rhythm with the clock, and he hoped that he would be lucky enough to find the boy before he pulled his own beautiful hair out.
He was just within range of the sound of running water when he saw them.