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Mutant green eyes practically glowed in the shadows of the alley of the castle town. She waited patiently for the king’s arrival, certain that he would take his usual route to the pub. Citizens went by without much mind, hurrying to their homes as the nightlife practically drifted past the others in a half awake daze.  Roxy hadn’t really bothered to make much contact with Ravio due to all of the strange incidents that had occurred in her country, although she sent the occasional letter letting him know she wasn’t dead in a gutter or in jail somewhere. It wasn’t that she wanted to avoid him, of course that nerd would always be someone she trusted. The issue wasn’t him, but rather her. Certain baggage she had desperately tried to cover up was beginning to rear its head. She knew she had to come clean eventually, but there was a lingering fear that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t fully understand and his empathy would run short. The possibility was small, but it existed, and that was enough to send her into panic at the mere thought of it all.

The country of Pherae! Something something swords and magic the RPer has never played Fire Emblem shut up. Lately the odd family found themselves traveling in less advanced worlds. A few rumors about great heroes and epic battles caught the attention of Lucas. He slunked away from the group and decided to travel a bit on his own. After all, he was sixteen and clearly saw himself as an adult. He would just come back safely before Roxy even knew about it. Perfectly sound teenager logic alright.

Opening the doorway, the frail teenage boy saw he was standing in the forests. He saw that he had stepped out of an old door that was hidden behind a wall of vines that tangled the doorway back to Ooe. Shutting it behind him, he took in the world around him. From a distance he could see civilization. He clutched onto the cloak he borrowed from Roxy and decided to explore town. The least he could do to keep from sticking out was cover the more modern clothes he wore. After all, he didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, just see what sort of crazy fights happen here.

Wait a minute...

ask-ravios-lil-sis Rydia blinks, nodding at Roxys question. Thank the goddesses. No woods. She styles down again, making a happy sound at the mention of going to her apartment. Eyy she could bother Lucas too! More hugs for the bun bun ye- pets? What?

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And so, Roxy took NOT!Rydia to the gateway, traveling through the streets of Ooe and finding her gateway home. The orange skies of Erillia was being blocked out by the rain clouds. Evening was beginning to settle as busy pedestrians hurried back to their homes. Roxy rushed back to the apartment with the rabbit in her arms, getting the two drenched in rain water.

At last, the smell of coffee and sugar filled the air as she arrived at a small cafe, running behind it and climbing up the stairway. Upon arrival, Roxy opened the door to her somewhat cramped apartment. Lucas was napping on the sofa but snapped awake when he heard the door open. “… Is that a rabbit? What’s wrong with it? Why is it purple?”

"It was all alone in Rydia’s house. I was going to leave it in the forests, but it didn’t seem to like that so… Here it is." Roxy shivered as she took off her dripping wet cloak. "It can’t stay wet though. Can you dry it off while I take a shower? I’m freezing…"

Before Lucas could reply, the rabbit had already been placed on his lap. Looking down, he placed a hand on Rydia’s head as she leaned into his touch. “You’re a very affectionate rabbit, huh? But you’re freezing…” He got up from his seat, but was surprised to see Rydia actually following him. “You’re a really smart rabbit too… That certainly is a first.”

He led Rydia to Roxy’s room, which was surprisingly organized. Books on nature and plant life were arranged on a small shelf in the corner of the room along with some photos hanging on the walls over the bed. On the other side was a large, spacious cage with two rats sleeping inside of it. Lucas looked through a vanity mirror on the right corner of the room, searching through drawers for a hair dryer. On the table itself was a vase of white lilies, a scrap book, and an already opened letter.