ALWAYS BEEN A MERCENARY / OPEN

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=padding: 10px; font-size: 50px; text-align: center; color: #8f8f8f; width: 80px;]✾ [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase;]dear mercenary[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; margin-top: -110px;]000 many words for you, dear open[/style][/style]

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[+ SIR LILCELOT]

Now she wasn't sure exactly how she got here.

And to be completely honest, she wasn't quite sure why she was down here either. Ah- achoo! Ew. Fallon rubbed her nose, shaking her head a bit annoyed as she crawled through the dusty underground tunnels of the peninsula. She couldn't quite recall where she had found the entrance or how long ago she had found them actually. It had definitely been one of those things that occurred back in the day. Whoever had dug these tunnels, however, must have disappeared from the area. It was obvious to her that by now they had long since escaped being well maintained. Dust was building up and the tunnels growing narrower. Either that or she had gotten bigger. And that was something that she was not willing to admit to.

Ugh, this was annoying. Plus it was getting cold too! The edges of her lips curved downward as she crawled further and further away from where she had previously entered. Maybe she could turn around? She made an attempt, only to realize that was certainly not going to be the case today. She grumbled, pouting slightly as she inched forward in the dark tunnels. Next time, she was just going to walk everywhere. It was a lot more convenient than crawling was. Much less crawling through a tunnel that she had no sense of navigation in. Well, that was what she got for snooping around down there after four years of having left them alone. Couldn't they have left a map or something? Wait, what was that? She squinted, lifting her head up a bit more off the ground. Was that what she thought it was?

Light! There had to be an exit going that way then! Fallon wiggled a little faster towards the light, eventually arriving at the destination before realizing it was above her instead of in front of her. She pushed at the dirt, sputtering a bit as she uncovered ... wood paneling? The blonde pushed at it again, the panel barely fidgeting before she moved to ram at it with her arm. The panel popped up and as did the blonde, an exasperated gasp escaping her as she pushed herself out from the tunnels. Covered in dirt, she wasn't much of a sight to be seen. She grumbled, dusting herself off and coughing a bit before looking around where she had ended up.

Geez. Stores were creepy at this hour of the night. Then she heard it. A strange clinking noise. ...she was almost confident that for a fact she was the only person in the building. ...a ghost? ...oh crap, what if it was a ghost? She sucked in a deep breath, throwing herself to the wall in terror as she inched along it. How did you even kill- oh wait. Ghosts were already dead. ...right. Okay. Well how did you get rid of ghosts? ...where the ghost busters when you needed them!? She pushed on the door of the kitchen gingerly, grimacing at the creak of the hinges. She narrowed her eyes, peeking around for any form of life (or in this case the undead). ...wait who was that? They most certainly didn't look dead! Or at least, she hoped they weren't.

Fallon inched out of the room, flinging herself to the wall once more as she moved a bit closer every minute. What if she died? Was this how it was going to e- oh. Wait. She let out a breath that she hadn't realized she was holding, peeling herself away from the wall and walking over to the table that the 'ghost' was chained to. She rested her hands on her hips, huffing in an almost annoyed manner. "You scared me, Cecily!" She shook her head, wagging her finger at the other. "Here I thought you were the ghost of Christmas future or something. Of course, I guess it isn't Christmas so that wouldn't make sense." ...eh, details.

"So. What'd ya chain yourself to a table for? I don't think those will work all that well if you're a werewolf or something if that's what you're tryin' to avoid."

words, 693 tag, rainy notes, sleepy lilly is sleepy

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