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Subject: The Tired and the Restless Author: Eoren [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 06:33:44 02/09/01 Fri In reply to: Rhamberdie 's message, "Re: Pretty music!" on 04:34:37 02/09/01 Fri *Eoren, like everyone else this restless night, couldn't sleep. He was in his room, still toiling on whether or not to abandon these idiots and get the shards himself, or still hang around. Either way, he WAS taking the Ragnarok. Sturdy ship...of course it was! Then Telmar had the nerve to walk away before he could answer. But Eoren thought better than to say anything. The man pulled himself from his bed, grabbed his Gunblade, and strode from his room, tapping the weapon's blade in beside him as he walked. The blade made the Osireus Symphony sound downright BAD, but being able to recognize music from his own time and place kept him from going downright insane. He roamed the halls, not caring where he went or how long he stayed awake. This was not the first restless night in his life, and would definately not be his last. He finally found himself before the gates to the castle, and realized that he wanted to be away from these...people. He concentrated for a moment, and he teleported to the Ragnarok. He turned the ship on, and a faint hum could be heard as the power cells activated. Moments later, he lifted into the air, and slowly flew around the country-side. As he neared a village, he turned on his stealth camoflage to keep him from the eyes below, and continued his flight. Hours later, as the sun began to peek over the horizon, he landed outside the gates of the castle on the dew grass. He walked out of the ship, and locked it up. He concentrated again, and he was back in his room. He crawled into bed, if not for an hour's or less sleep, to rest himself for the coming adventure. Finding the Crystal Shards from a world...what a weak plan. He would be suprised if it took them over two weeks to find them all. With a final sigh, Eoren fell into a peaceful, if dreamless, sleep* [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]