RP With Everwolf

Alright, let’s get this thing started back up!

The last page of dialogue and stuff:
"Perhaps," Septima murmured, "It's honestly a little scary, but I know he hates using it, so I mean, I wouldn't worry about him being 'evil' or anything like that."

"A dark element isn't necessarily evil, to be really technical my aura is technically a dark element."

"Things are much simpler where we're from, and sometimes they do jump to conclusions on one's character based on their powers," Septima said, "I only say that because of prior experience."

Arthur shrugged, "Well in my case I either get, wonder, or absolute confusion, so…." he shrugged.

"Well, as an outsider, I might be pretty frightened seeing a plant wither away at a boy's touch, but… I think things should stay as wonder and confusion as much as possible- never fear and hatred. He usually tries to hide that side of him, favoring more illusions and shadow manipulation," Septima said.

Arthur nodded "I can relate, I usually stick to illusions and aura manipulation, and avoid some of the other things I'm capable of"

"I don't blame either of you," Septima sighed, "Hey, should we just do a quick check on Skye?"

Arthur shrugged, "He'll be out in the streets by now, I don't think he'll be getting into trouble."

"Yeah, but it'd still be nice to check in, just to be sure," Septima said.
Skye, did everything go smoothly?

Yep, though I suggest we keep a low profile he replied.

That was always the plan. I'll do my best to keep up the ruse, Septima replied.

Good said Skye, before cutting the link.

Septima sighed, “All that’s left is to keep it up. Gods know why they would’ve sent me to do this kind of work though.”

"You're pretty good at it though" said Arthur.

“Laying low, sure, but I’m not a fan of the whole acting like someone I’m not thing,” Septima replied, “I’ve always been more of an assassin type, I suppose. If they’d asked me to go off a leader, that would’ve been easy.”

Arthur hummed, "Well as far as I can tell you're pretty good at it.

She laughed. “Thanks, but I might just be lucky. I feel like I’m floundering around over here.”

"Well it doesn't feel like it." said Arthur.

"I'm pretty good at hiding that kind of stuff, I suppose," Septima said, "Thanks, I guess, but you flatter me."

Arthur smiled, "'Tis my job!"

"If you say so. Now if only we can keep this stuff up until it's time. Which shouldn't be hard. It's just a matter of waiting around."

Arthur nodded, playing with his aura on the ceiling.

"Well, goodnight, I guess," Septima said, "We're certainly getting somewhere with this whole mission. I'm glad."

Arthur nodded, "Have a good sleep"

(Yeah. Looks like we're going up to another little time skip though.)
Septima laid in bed and rather easily fell asleep. She felt herself fall into dreams, but they were all fuzzy.

Septima woke up as the sun did that morning. She changed into her clothes.
“Arthur, what’s the plan for today?” she called through the door.
He almost certainly wasn’t sleeping.

“Right…” Septima sighed. She was growing a lot more impatient than she had expected.

“Well that’s the thing. We could still be in danger, it’s just not so obvious,” she replied.

“Yeah, I believe it,” Septima said.

“Yeah, come on,” Septima replied.

(Should we go back to the other boys or timeskip or something? Or is stuff about to happen?)

(Okay, I can start. What should they be doing?)

(Okay)

Aurelius tugged at the fabric of his cloak and moved it over his head to protect his eyes from the glaring sunlight. He kept up with the group just fine now. The only weird feelings that remained were all emotional.

Aurelius looked over to Silver with a slight smile, lifting up the edge of his cloak to get a clearer view of the half-wolf.
“Gods, it’s bright out here,” he said, mostly to himself.

“Have we had any word from Septima, Skye, and Arthur?” Aurelius asked, “While I’m actually thinking about it.”

“Interesting?” he echoed.
He sighed.
“I’m more anxious for them to get back.”

“Well, they’re fine. I’ve heard rumors about good progress out on the field and whatnot,” he said, not quite sounding convinced.