Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-28412230-20170715214331

''Jeong blinked his turquoise gaze, seeing that a burly stomping had left the Inn, looking out the balcony window. Seeing a recognizeable figure, Everett, walking about around the monumental olive tree, the Korean glanced over to the little girl before hopping downstairs.''

"I'll be right back, Caori."

The younger man eventually stopped outside of the entrance, locking his concerned, yet curious gaze on the German as if he were cautious, watching his every move while attempting to stay hidden.

''Everett eventually stopped, glancing over to his left, seeing that the Brazilian and Elijah were having an intimate moment. He eventually furrowed a brow in amusement as he saw that Rafael was crying earlier, only to sigh empathetically once he caught snippets of his fears. Hell, it was like the first few weeks in the Chateau when he was Rafael's age!''

''He could remember his own screams, lectures, and punishments of his scavenging missions at the ripe age of twenty. The only reason he had ended himself up in a mafia was out of revenge, seeing that his first wife was killed by a local German gang without even knowing the damn woman. Fighting wasn't easy for him back then, but it wasn't entirely rocket science in the present day.''

'Maybe it wasn't right for me to get into that, after all. '''Everett thought to himself, glancing down to the prestine, signature Treolark gloves as he felt bittersweet. Even though the missions were tougher every time, he still held good memories of it all, although all of it seemed to bite back at him once he was shot to death.''

''The German almost immediately hardened his expression back to it's original stoicness, shaking his head lightly. Once he caught a glimpse of the village's exit, he paced toward it, his eyes catching four Guiding Men near a cobblestone ark coiled in moss, vines, and white pansys. They bowed at him when he got close, placing their hands behind their backs.''

"You must be heading out, correct?"

''"Ja." Everett nodded, twirling a new toothpick to the other corner of his lips. Before he could move, he glanced all around him, seeing that none of the group followed behind him. Eventually, he leaned in on a shorter Guiding Man, resting a hand on his shoulder.''

"Could vou tell a group of eight zat I'm sorry of vat I've done? And zat I'll return shortly?"

"Absolutely, sir. I'll hold the message dearly in my heart."

''"Zank vou." the older man cracked a miniscule smile, nodding back to the men before they gave him a new set of directions to a new locations - ten miles away from the village, to be precise.''

When they were done, he set off, on his own.