Stranded...

[The Past]

Geoff knew Al was trying to tell him something but didn't understand at this time.

"... Eh...?"

[Alistair]

Al dragged over what was left of the goat carcass, which was enough to feed all four of them at least twice.

[Angder]

"I did not realise at the time... nasty gang... stole a briefcase... I stole it from them. and then they threatened to kill me..."

Fout looks over at the Carcass. "Well... looks like we have what we are going to eat today..."

[Chains]

"Oh, food." I said.

[The Past]

"Oh..."

Geoff grimaced at the thought of eating.

[Alistair]

Al shook out his fur, with many ropes and other weapons attached to said ropes; Obviously many more failed attempts to catch the pink saber.

[The Past]

One of the weapons pocketed in a net around Al slipped out; a knife.

It caught Geoff's eye. He missed his old pocket knife, but he knew there was almost no chance of finding it by now. Maybe this one would be a good enough replacement.

He crawled closer and pulled the knife over. It was also a pocket knife. It was coated in dried blood, but a good scrub in some water should be enough to wash it off.

He lifted himself up and stepped to the stream of water nearby.

[Chains]

I went to one area and layed down going to sleep.
(Night everyone.)

[The Past]

Geoff used the side of his shirt--he stopped caring at this point--to scrub the pocket knife clean. He didn't catch before that the knife had a familiar silver design on the handle. His eyes widened.

"What...?"

He continued scrubbing quickly before holding it up with both hands and gaping.

"No... No way... aaaaa..."

He closed it and flipped it out again repeatedly, placed it in his pocket, then walked back over to the group, holding back his smile.

He calmly went over to Al and flopped, glomping him.

[Alistair]

Al looked down at Geoff, unsure as to why he was hugging him; but regardless he wrapped a leg around him for a moment, then let go.


Giving a half-hearted yawn it signaled that it was nap time for him.

[Angder]

Fout watched this with confusion, then shrugged. He had picked out 4 knives that he felt comfortable throwing.

Fout heard the yawn. "Err... Night... giant... saber... tiger... thingy..."

[The Past]

Geoff flopped onto his back as the saber moved off to nap.

He lifted himself slightly, resting on an arm, and looked at Fout.
" 'ey. "

He dug into his pocket and held up the closed knife--his knife--between his fingers and thumb, shaking it while grinning.

[Angder]

Fouts eyes went wide. "Is that... wait... the chances of that are..." Fout stammered

[The Past]

"I know, right!" Geoff laughed, falling onto his back again. He stared at the knife.

"Just... maybe the design isn't custom like I thought. Could be someone else's, as far as I know... BUT, it's mine now."

He sighed, lowering his arm, still spinning the knife in his palm.

"I'm saving it as a tool now."

[Chains]

I wake up.
"Whats going on?" i asked with a yawn as i sit up and stretch.