[Event] was hurrying as fast as he could to the library whilst trying to save his work from the light rain, squinting through the rain clogging up his glasses but still not being able to see much.

[Event] sat monitoring the screen of the Ted King with a small smirk on his features, as if he was almost daring the other to do anything in his sleep.

[Event] made it down the hall of empty prison cells to the one that kept the Red King. He knew why the other had come willingly, it was easy enough to guess, but he still wanted the other to say he needed help.

[[OOC: Sorry for being inactive, just started college again and underestimated how tired I'd be after 12 hour days. Hopefully I'll get used to it eventually, but for now I apologise for my sparse replies.]]

[Event] was on patrol one evening, walking around the block slowly, knowing that it would have been safer in the car, but hating the thought of the cliché of cops in their cars with doughnuts.

[[Back from holidays. I apologise for not advertising my absence earlier, but I had no idea how much Internet access I would be getting.]]

[Event] woke up early the next morning and glanced over at the calm face of the Dane next to him, who was still sleeping soundly. He quietly got up from his spot and grabbed his pack, before setting out to

[Event] saw the faint glow of multiple fires on the horizon just as dusk fell, and sped up his pace, hoping to get to the trading city before the light was gone completely.

[Event] woke up stiff and a little store, but was happy to see that the Dane was still lying next to him, if not pressed up a little closer than he had been the night before.

[Event] had been found eventually by some Gondwanian patrole, and dragged back to the medical tent, where he now was holding up. He'd been there for a couple days, and was in a much better condition, though