Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25151516-20131220115138

A month went by after the Vytal Festival. The streets were returned to normal and life went on.

Revan MacLeod sat on a mall bench, relaxing with his blue, white-tasseled fez over his eyes. Catching the gaze of a few passerbys with the unusual hat on.

Stop sitting around, MacLeod, His Other self commanded. We need to go back to training.

After I get the shopping in, Revan told Himself. ''Ri needs me to pick him up some more arrows and darts for Yadi. Then some Dust for me and Drez.''

And how do you plan on getting that done by sleeping?

The Áinfean took control of Revan's left hand and slapped him with it. Attracting slightly more attention.

"Ow! Fine, damn you!" Revan shouted aloud, straightening his fez and coat mantle. If you hadn't been such a priss about training last night, I wouldn't be as tired.

Stop complaining and get on with it... 