Ain Soph Aur!

MUTEDVARGAS IS NOT A ROLEPLAYING ACCOUNT. DO NOT FOLLOW BACK OR GO TO THEIR PAGE.

If you type in “mutedvargas.tumblr.com” you will see a flash of a couple websites and then a download for an extension file. I keep my task manager open because I have problems with my CPU at times. As soon as I went on their page my CPU usage and Physical Memory skyrocketed both to 100%.

IN THEIR TAG THERE IS NOTHING. GO LOOK FOR YOURSELF!

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-Martel? Where are we?

-I see…

-Welcome back, Mithos.

She could tell from the ache in her spine that she had wandered for a lot longer than she originally intended. Hopefully there would be a place nearby she could camp for the night. Or an inn. Some form of shelter would be much appreciated. She sighed, too preoccupied to search at the moment. She was too distracted to hear Ratatosk fall from overhead, continuing on without much thought to her surroundings.

She continued in this fashion for a while longer, until she at last arrived in a clearing outside of a small cave. It wasn’t much, but it would serve its purpose for the night. Slowly she approached it, hand on her bow in case the cave was occupied. As she reached the entrance, she heard a rustle from behind her. She drew an arrow to the bowstring quietly, and did not turn at first.

Was the summon spirit that quiet for Casey to not even notice that he had been following her the whole time or was she just afraid? He wondered, but it didn't matter so much to him. It's not like I care, you baka. Sometimes a little surprise could be nice, or so he thought. Knowing Ratatosk, he had some sort of habit for surprising those he claimed to despise. Ratty, it's so obvious that you actually consider those people your friends deep inside your heart. Ratatosk continued to follow her until they've reached their destination.

“Who’s back there?”

Ah, so she finally noticed. 

"Lord Ratatosk, don't deny it now. You consider all those you've met as friends rather than acquaintances. Well most of them. How many times must we go through this?"

"How many times are you going to be talking about the same things over and over?" And in the middle of their conversation and little bickering, he felt someone's presence coming by. "Hm?" he looked over to see who this presence was coming from.

"Casey?" he wondered to himself. Tenebrae begun to wonder what Ratatosk was looking at now. He looked towards his direction.

"Oh. That is Miss Casey. Is it not? What could she be doing around here all by herself?"

"It beats me."

"Why don't we go check up on her to see if she is alright?"

"We? She can't see you unless you take form of some sort of human-being or something else. Not to mention, I figure it would be best if you stay out of sight."

One of the things that I love about Emil Castagnier is how he has a lot of really terrible issues especially if you think about the implications of who he is, and how he starts out so immature as a person that scenes like this I don’t know whether to laugh at him or give him a hug. See also: his issues with Lloyd, pretty much the entirety of Chapter 8…