o2 | Written

[bustered]

[The journal entry opens with a few small ink marks -- taps of pen against paper as Zack words his inquiry to himself before putting it on the page.]

Can anyone suggest a good spot for camping? I think I need to get out of the castle.

Comments

[prettyknives]

I found a good spot near the edge of the forest. No one hardly bothers me there. [though that could be because they think she wants to kill them but, details]

[bustered]

Oh? Sounds exactly what I'm looking for, for a while. But I'd hate to impose.

[oh, who needs details?]

[prettyknives]

There's plenty of room out here for two.

[bustered]

.

..

You got a name?

[prettyknives]

Clove.

[bustered]

Zack.

How long's the hike down from the castle?

[prettyknives]

Not too bad. [since mun doesn't actually know, insert distance here]

[bustered]

[fudging it is all the rage, doncha know.]

Huh. Tack on an hour and gimme a sign. You want anything from up here?

[prettyknives]

A canteen for water, if you can find one.

[bustered]

You got it.

[prettyknives]

[she should probably say something polite here... Oh, well. She'll just go back to sitting outside tossing rocks at the trees]

[bustered]

[eh, it's unnecessary. Zack's not much paying attention to the journal anymore, just gathering a few things for supplies and setting out. When he gets into the woods he'll write her a message for directions.]

[not_like_the_rest]

I have a place in the woods.

[bornofwisdom]

Isn't that a bit dangerous right now?

[prettyknives]

[and she will give them. She really wants that canteen]

[dictated]

[fatherandsun]

I've nothing to offer, but should you find a place, please let me know. There is nothing quite like the feeling of being out in nature.

[bustered]

[eventually there's the sound of a person moving through brush, not far from the location Clove had given. Zack's on his way, murmuring a little to himself as he walks -- quiet musing on the castle, on Paradisa life in general. In another moment he'll stop and give a trilling whistle, an imitation of a bird from home, and call out.]

Clove...?

[bustered]

Oh? Color me interested.

[prettyknives]

[a rock is thrown at him. No bird imitations]

Oh, it's you. Thought it might be someone else.

[bustered]

Possibly? Doesn't much bother me.

[bustered]

[He's canon-blind insensitive, oops. But hey, a rock's better than being shot at, so it's all good!]

Hey, yeah. It's me. Good to put a face to the name.

[dictated]

[bustered]

Don't know what I'll find yet, but sure.

[prettyknives]

[tall and carries a sword. She likes this guy already]

Same here. The forest is quiet most of the time, so you won't be bothered here.

[bustered]

Good to know. Thanks for the invite.

[tosses her a canteen -- decently-sized, full of water, sturdy carry strap.]

Brought you a present.

[prettyknives]

Thanks. [she offers him an apple]

Hungry?