[EVENT] Pumpkin Pie (Party 2)

[Chamomile]

Darkness has fallen over the first floor of the Mythril Garden. Despite the lack of sunlight, the Labyrinth is dimly lit by luminescent blue flora growing in the brush. The light reflects off the trees, filling the entire wood with an ethereal blueish glow.

As usual, the path into the thick of the Labyrinth is quiet and bare of any sharp thickets or overgrowth. The grass looks as though it has been trampled over enough times that it forms a perfect path between the trees. Along this path a silence washes over the forest, which is strange for the Yggdrasil Labyrinth. Perhaps, at least in this part of the wood, the usual creatures are resting, tired from a long day of chasing the heels of other Explorers. Maybe the night dwelling monsters scared them off? Either way, entering the Labyrinth should be no trouble for the party tonight.

[Corentin]

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[Anton]

Anton moved purposefully towards the entrance of the first floor to the Mythril Garden. Though he was slightly irritated that he was going to be late, Anton justified it with the fact that he could not locate the his shirt nor his swords sash. After finding his sash he had simply decided to grab what he saw next, which luckily was his cobalt t-shirt. Even if it wasn't as loose compared to his other shirt, his other shirt barely showed anything, so there was no cause for worry. Antons attention was focused mostly upon reaching the destination, but he could not ignore the feel of the forest he passed through. The air seemed crisp, and the ground had the distinct feel of not having been trampled by swarms of people. Still, though it put Anton at ease, he knew there was vicious battle to come. But you cannot deny the way glorious battle puts you at ease. The songs sung by blades, they calm you. Anton shook his head harshly. He knew that though those words rang true in some respects, to seek battle for the sole purpose of bloodshed was arrogant and foolish. Steeling himself from the whisper's half-truth, Anton walked towards the clearing. For a moment he was slightly worried that he might be in the wrong place, but he saw another waiting and knew he was going the right way. Checking his weapons sheath to ensure it was secured, Anton strode into the clearing. "Greetings, sir. Anton Faust, at your service." Anton said with a tone of sincerity as he bowed slightly before looking around. "This is the meeting point for the pumpkin quest, correct?" Anton asked, suddenly unsure if he had gone the right way.

[Santa]

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[SHELBY]

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[LULU]

[atrb=valign, top][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ REMIND ME AGAIN AS I CONVENIENTLY FORGET ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;]Lulu stood quietly at the labyrinth's entrance, his book latched safely away in the massive satchel slung over his arm. Watching the horizon quietly his arms rose to tuck themselves into each others' loose sleeves. Where was everyone? It wasn't like Lulu to arrive early. He'd actually made quite the habit of being late to most everything. It must have been karma. Why else would the absolute entire group be late when he was there on time for once? At first he thought he was just getting anxious, but he could see that the sun had moved. It wasn't his mind playing tricks. They were late. He turned his head slightly, trying to distract himself from the path. Just watching it wasn't going to make them appear, if anything it'd make him impatient than he already was. He shrugged lightly, rolling his shoulders before turning to the opening and trotting inside without giving it a second thought. Just standing there waiting was getting to be too much for him. Somehow being inside the dangerous labyrinth was more relaxing than being outside in the fresh air. He wandered aimlessly, listening to the rhythm of his steps hitting the floor, glancing around curiously. No matter how many times he entered the place, it always seemed to be interesting. There was always something new, something different, or just something he'd neglected to take notice of before. He'd wandered some distance from the entrance before turning back and making his way there again. He could swear he was beginning to hear voices. He could barely make out the others' outlines against the light streaming in from outside. So, they had finally made it. He had to wonder just how long he'd been exploring, and just how late they all were. Still, he couldn't blame them for being so. Hell, he'd have been late too if he'd found something to keep his attention that day. Smiling warmly he stepped out of the shadows of the labyrinth, nodding politely. "Well you all took your sweet time. Hah!" Suddenly he was grinning, turning slightly on his heel to allow the others to walk past him. "Lengthy introductions can wait right? I'd like to get moving." He could introduce himself inside. Glancing back into the labyrinth he waited, still smiling and completely relaxed. It was a bad move to be late when it was getting dark, and he knew it.[/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

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[Corentin]

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[Chamomile]

Anton has been skipped for this round. Continue on as normal, starting with Santa

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[Santa]

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