what....is that....IT IS!!! A RP!!! (CLOSED BUT STALKERS ARE WELCOME) (#FERIA)

Tia's heart leaped. "No! Of course not! I was just trying to stop you from getting another cookie! As a joke!"

“Oh,” Alanna said, “I feel really ticked off and cold for some reason. It’s probably because of this situation.”

"I'm sorry I ever brought it up…"

“It’s not your fault, it’s who ever is behind this’s fault.”

"Hmm…" Silene chewed. "So, let's analyze the situation. I can't remember two of you, I can't touch two of you."

"Nobody remembers us besides Alanna." He sniffed. "I think we should talk to Daveed…"

“I can remember the two of you and Tia can’t touch me,” Alanna said, “Logic and Reasoning homework was easier.”

"I agree." She nodded. "If Daveed is our last and only option, then I need to start baking cookies."

"Yeah it'll take some persuasion."

"Or magic."

“Or threatening.”

"Probably all three." Ferran took a deep breath. "Alright, let's go."

“Right now?” Alanna groaned, “I look like a mess.”

"I need to bake." Silene took out her notebook.

He blinked. "Your hand went through me and you're worried about looks?"

“I’m sorry. Habit. Let’s go.”

Tia crossed her arms, keeping her mouth shut. She had her own opinions about Daveed that none of the other's had to know about.

He nodded, then turned to Tia. "You coming with us?"

(cries I need to bake.)

"Yeah," she said, her edgy side coming out again.

(For real?)

(the cookies.)

(I gtg bye! I request that you don't go too far without me please!)

(oh okay)
Ferran paused. "Okay here's a plan. Tia, Alanna, and I go scouting for Daveed's position. Silene stays here and bakes some fine cookies."

(OKAY WE'LL WAIT BRO)

“Don’t go upstairs and lock the door.”

(gotte Silene is just having an anxiety attack while making magic cookies, no biggie.)

(gtg go guys G'night!)

(gn)

(Nighty night night.)