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[eden .]

sorry about my absence, guys. as some of you might know, school started a few days ago for me, and I'm currently trying to adjust my summer-break head to the new load of work. x.x
also: with some talking over and arrangements that I won't get into, both iggy walker and lixi are now allowed to make characters, and lixi's characters are accepted.
I swear, I'll post ASAP. asldkfj;alskjdf;laksjdflkjas ;A;

[Lixi]

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It was the indistinct murmurs and faint echoes of stirring movement resonating through the sullied courtyard that roused Leina from her light, dreamless slumber. Instinctively, even as her senses swam into wakefulness, her fingers tightened around the black-footed ferret daemon curled against her chest, reassuring herself of his presence. A familiar sensation of relief flooded her veins as her fingers registered the feel of the warm bundle of soft fur at her throat, and the icy chill of the damp cobblestone leaching the heat from her body. Every muscle ached with cold and exhaustion from their long journey, but all that mattered was that he was still with her. She was still whole, and out of the grasp of the Gobblers. For now.

Slowly, she opened her eyes. Luengar nibbled her chin, and his obsidian stare met her's for an instant, both seeing their shared relief reflected in each others' eyes. Frail, pallid rays of morning light spilled into the gloom of Leina's rickety make-shift lean-to, which was constructed of a rotting plank of wood leaned against several crates piled on top of one another. A foul, unpleasant substance was oozing from the corners of the top crate, but Leina had long since stopped caring for the filth in which they now dwelled. Even the putrid stench that had first pervaded her nostrils upon entering the courtyard had lost its potency.

Painstakingly, she uncurled, wincing as her stiff limbs and sore, leaden muscles shrieked in protest, pushing herself blearily into a sitting position. The entire right side of her head ached - it was the side she'd slept on. Luengar slipped to the ground and crept to the entrance of the lean-to to examine the outside as Leina gathered her wits. Even now, days after they had escaped their captivity at the General Oblation Board facility, Leina still woke with the fear of finding herself once more locked within its confines, or worse, with her daemon torn from her. An involuntary shudder racked her thin frame at the thought. And at the memory of just how close she had come to that fate.

Sensing her trepidation, Luengar returned to her side and deftly climbed up her arm to settle himself across her shoulders, slipping partially underneath her collar, warming her neck. Her daemon was silent, as usual: both of them seldom chattered, unless they had something of importance to share. However, Leina took courage from his presence, and with that, she stepped out of the shelter and rose to her full height to survey her surroundings, Luenger's tail dangling across her shoulder blades. Automatically, she scanned the junk-filled yard for Viktor, their leader. She had been skeptical, at first, of the young boy holding such a position, but throughout their flight from the Gobblers her respect for him had grown. He had never failed to impress her with the depth of his thought and knowledge: he was definitely wise beyond his years.

"I wonder if he's awake," Leina murmured. Her breath billowed in the chilly air. In answer she felt a prod on her left cheek from her daemon's nose. "There," he told her softly, in her ear. She turned to follow his gaze to the figure seated facing the street, his small form hunched up with cold, but obviously deep in thought. Quiana and her daemon were beside him. She began to walk toward him, noticing that several others had also already woken, their ghostly figures located at various positions around the courtyard, and she wondered what today had in store for them.

[crescent + cheep]

{{ Hope this is enough ^-^

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female ● gang ● thirteen ● kaylo
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Shea had slept in a corner of the courtyard, near a large stack of boxes, which gave a her a bit of protection from the wind, for even with the coat she wore, it was still cold. How did the others manage it? Well, they weren't exactly looking warm, with their red cheeks and goosebumps. Whatever. It wasn't her job to see that everyone was warm, and it was hard enough keeping herself warm - and Kaylo, of course. He was curled up beside her, in the form of a cat, the version of a lion he used when there wasn't much space, and he wanted to warm Shea without squishing her beneath him. She'd been awake for a while, not being able to sleep for long in this weather, and fond of seeing the sunrise. She could also see the others stirring, observe what they did, what was important to them, which was always a plus.

Kaylo was stirring, his pink tongue emerging from between his jaws in a gigantic yawn, before blinking up at he with dark amber eyes. Shea held ut her arms for him, and he took the invatation to jummp into her lap immediatly, purring. "Morning, Kaylo," she smiled, scratching him behind the ears which he turned around and around trying to make himself comfortable. "Morning," he rasped, still half asleep. A few of the gang were stirring, and the peace that had lain over the camp in the early mornign was being broken - however, it was really broken by someone else - Casper.

A box had fallen neaxt to Shea, and she picked it up, wondering why it had fallen, when there was no wind. A second later, two others fell and then Casper emerged from beneath the boxes. Shea couldn't help grinning. Not a bad idea to camp in the boxes. Could have been hers. "Morning... Casper," she said, still grinning. She knew his name, as she knew that of nearly all the other gang people, another good thing about watching others - their conversations revealed a lot, especially those with their daemons. Or with that Victor, the leader of their gang, a wonder with his eight years of age, Shea couldn't help respecting him.

Kaylo, who had jumped up in fright when the boxes fell, and turned into his usual lion form to protect Shea, turned back to into a cat. Seconds later, though, he decided he no longer wanted ot be one, and transformed into a Hawk, settling on Sheas shoulder. "C'mon, decide!" she told him lovingly, as he transformed back into a lion, then into a sparrow and back into a Hawk. He grinned at her.

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[Nicolae]

Viktor
"And they may win, they may break me, but I know my place
'Cause I was born into it.'"
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He heard Quiana before he saw her, the faint 'putd, putd' of quiet and muffled feet on the slick alleyway floor. Only now did he realize just how much dew had collected overnight to everything. It was exciting. He liked that, and he liked it because it meant they now had fresh water. Many stretches of cloth, mostly strips from pretty much ruined traveling clothes, had been left pinned up in a banner across the center of their little campsite. Of course the purity was questionable considering the origin of the cloths, and that was where his interest shifted from the environment to Quiana. Turning to her a moment as she asked permission to begin a fire, he studied both the Gyptian and her Daemon a moment before nodding. "Please," Viktor assured, blinking and seamlessly blending the word into a following "Thank you".

It was good that the offer for a fire had come early. The others were waking up now, likely having spent the night either out cold from physical and mental exhaustion or uncomfortably jammed into odd boxes to lie awake and stiff in the cold... without their Daemons, Viktor found his eyes sliding slowly to Coraline. He'd selected her for his second in command for a lot of reasons. She was more desperate than the others because she had already lost her Daemon. She was bigger than the others by a lot and she could be used as an excellent spokesperson on their behalf, because as an adult she was less suspect than a troop of assorted children. But at the same time both of those qualities made her curious in an off-kilter way to him; desperation and social adequacy. He didn't care as much about it as Bojana did, but Coraline was observation worthy.

As Viktor stood up atop the small slatted crate he had been perched upon, he could hear every joint in his lower back and legs pop. Ignoring the stiffness of his body, the small boy hopped down and nodded to both Shea and Leina as they approached. Caspar too earned his attention as his shelter was flung to one side. Shay was not so conspicuous; his awareness of her was far more distant than the others. With his lips becoming small in conversation, the boy waited at one wall and reached a hand up into his hair to gently nudge his Daemon into attention. Her ability to distract herself into near-sleep despite his own alertness was mad. Still, with only a few words exchanged the two came to an agreement. As Bojana leapt down from his head and began to scamper away 'without' him, Viktor keeping shortly behind her by leaping atop what objects he could, she made for the length of twisted cloths blazoned overhead. Smoothly she gnawed through one end, Viktor catching it as it swung down (with her clinging to the tattered edge) and pulled it gently free from its peg on the opposite side of the wall, too close for the 'rope' to fall before finding itself in his other hand. Looking quite pleased with herself for her half of the effort, Bojana took up cleaning her face and whiskers with prim, smug sweeps of her paws. With care Viktor bunched up the cloth rope, waiting for the promised fire to be brought to some acceptable height before looking about for something to use as a pot. When he found that he could not locate one, the boy would turn to Leina and ask quietly if she could help him search one out.

[Clavicle]

[I'm not exactly at the top of my game right now [ok, when am I ever], so sorry if this is a little... bad. Anyway, Raphael is free to talk to. uwu]

{Raphael | Abelard}

Raphael felt absolutely exhausted. He hadn’t slept at all that night. His eyes had refused to stay closed, no matter how hard he had tried. And he had tried. He had tried with all of his might, but to no avail. The whole night he had stared beyond the stable’s entrance, curling tighter into his fetal position until he could move no more. It had been a dreadful night. The cold had bitten his skin repeatedly, like a hungry dog, making his fingers numb and his face red. He was still sniffing, because his nose had started running like crazy somewhere along the line. And the young boy was sure that he would develop a cold sooner or later, if he continued to sleep out in the cold. What a foreign experience that was going to be. It was always the nights that were coldest, he knew. Though the day wasn’t any better either, in his opinion, especially when he didn't have his soft bed or covers. He was lucky, though, as he did have something of a substitute. As he was, still wide awake, he could register Abelard’s warm body next to his. The Daemon was probably in his bear form, trying to keep the ever-present cold away from both himself and his other half.

They had taken refuge in the old stable since their first day, unwilling to sleep under the sky with the rest of the kids. Raphael hadn’t dared touch the trash inside, though it had been a smaller number than that which those outside had to deal with, so Abelard had helpfully cleared some of it out. A lot of trash was gathered outside of the stable as a side-effect, but Raphael reasoned that nobody would notice. There was so much of it around and he was sure that the kids weren’t interested in keeping count. He and Abelard had then had to decide on whether to sleep on the cold ground, or in the old hay. The latter was rotted and moldy. It had a stench that neither of them wanted to be stuck on their bodies for the next couple of weeks. God knew when they were going to have a chance at taking a bath. But then, on the other hand, the ground hadn’t seemed all that inviting either. Being uncovered dirt, it was cold, and there were many small but sharp rocks that were bound to stop them from having a decent night’s sleep. Raphael could have sworn that he had seen shards of glass as well. In the end, they had settled for the hay, no matter how vile it had looked and smelled.

Reflecting back on their thoughts and actions, Raphael decided that they hay wasn’t any better than the ground. It was softer, but it crackled and snapped under their weight, especially Abelard’s. Raphael still felt the dried, stray grass blades poke him in the side, but didn’t dare shift to make himself more comfortable. Moving made him feel colder, and the cold made him feel vulnerable. At that point in time, the worst thing that Raphael could imagine was feeling vulnerable. The Gobblers had left their mark on him and Abelard; they were both scared, though the Daemon refused to show it. The terrifying thought that they could have been separated still lingered, rearing its head at the worst moments and taunting them... as if it were going to come true one day. Raphael squeezed his eyes shut, shuddering. His shaking body, racked with tremors from both tiredness and the newly resurfaced fear, made Abelard stir. The Daemon shifted about a little, and then sat up, his jaws coming open with a heavy yawn as he worked on awakening fully. Abelard had always been such a heavy sleeper. Raphael risked opening one eye to glance back at his other half. Having regained most of his senses, the large bear looked down at him with inquisitive eyes. “Did you sleep at all?” was the first thing that he was asked. “Not at all.” he admitted, and made to sit up as well.

Abelard waited patiently as Raphael re-collected himself. Despite the Daemon's often brash personality, he knew how to stay silent as well. Raphael very slowly sat up, and then he pushed himself off of the ground to get back on his own two feet. His body swayed a little as he stood up. He was still exhausted, despite his body's apparent aversion to sleep. "Come on... we better see what the others are up to," he said to his Daemon, and was already padding out of the stable as he did, his back slightly hunched and his steps slow. It was definitely turning out to be the start of a beautiful new day.

[saorsa-]

{ I should be posting later today. c: }

[ιяιѕlуα]

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The stiffness in her neck was just starting to become apparent to her. So she reached a hand up to the back of her neck, rolling it to try and regain some sense of normality from her aching muscles. She had no such luck. Armand turned his head to give her a quizzical look, and she chuckled. It took all of her willpower not to shove his face away and knock him off her shoulder. She always found the degree at which he could turn his head at, as an owl, humorous.

Armand never could seem to grasp that concept and was thus left confused by Shay's, seemingly out of the blue, laughter. This only made her giggles go up in number, which in turn made Armand's confusion greater. Shay just shook her head and managed to calm her laughter down. "You'll never understand Armand, how ridiculous you look when you do that," she smiled. The owl turned his head further, debating her words. Shay struggled to hold back giggles and snorts as she began walking through the courtyard and towards the children making their way towards Viktor. "When I do what?" Armand muttered to himself.

Shay wasn't to well acquainted with anyone in the gang, though that was really no one's fault but her own. She was fairly guarded, and definitely had some trust issues. But Armand was all she really needed. Still, she supposed it would have been nice to have someone to speak to in the mornings. She glanced around the makeshift shelters once more, now that her vision wasn't severely blurred, she could make out who was who. She knew their names... mostly. However, their personalities were still a mystery to her. When she did reach the growing crowd around Viktor, she stood back in the shadows, content to merely listen to the others.

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Casper was befuddled when he saw Alice change her form to her, secondly preferred, black panther. That was until he heard Shea's remark, and her daemon's ever-changing form. With a roll of his eyes Casper crossed his legs and spun to face the girl. "Calm down Alice! It seems he was just frightened by that box." he smirked, nodding towards the redhead's daemon, then to the box he had just knocked over. Casper never smiled, he always smirked. Whether that was purposeful or simply because of his facial structure, no one but Alice has ever been able to tell. No matter the reason, that smirk seemed to stay plastered across his face for a good long time.

"Good morning to you as well Shea. I'm so very sorry to have disturbed you and your," he paused to glance towards Kaylo, "skittish friend there." With a pat between her shoulder blades Alice turned back to her favorite form of a red fox. She then proceeded to curiously slink her way towards Kaylo, which in turn meant climbing up Shea's arm to get closer to the hawk. Alice wasn't really one to worry about people's boundaries, not at all surprising considering who her other half was.

"I don't think skittish is the right word Casper," Alice muttered as she sniffed at the other daemon, "more like cautious." She turned her warm chocolate eyes to stare at Casper, blinking in anticipation of his response, which frankly could be anything.

"Alice you always ruin my fun!" The fox shrugged and shook her head at him, for he could just be so childish sometimes. No wonder an eight-year old was their leader, he was far more mature than this nearly twenty-year old would ever come to be. Casper's smirk vanished after this, but was restored to his face once more as his short attention span locked on to something else. "Alice look!" he exclaimed, pointing a finger at Shea. Alice was still clinging to the girls arm and rolled her eyes. "Yes that's who you've been rudely ignoring for the past few minutes." This new revelation seemed to pull down his mood. "Oh right... Well then Shea, I suppose I'll just tell you." And so the smirk was revived.

"Your hair reminds me of Alice." This received an unhappy hiss from the daemon in question, who didn't appear to enjoy being compared to a human in any way, shape, or form. "At least, it reminds me of her fox form, though I'm certain that's what she'll be settling into sometime in the near future." He whispered this last part behind his hand, earning another glare from Alice. Of course, soon he was on to another subject. Jumping up, literally jumping up, into a standing position, Casper offered a hand to Shea. Alice leaped from the young girl's shoulder and raced up his extended arm to wrap herself around his neck. "We should probably go see what all that hullabaloo is about." He nodded towards the gathering of children around Viktor.

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[ I was hoping one of my characters might meet Shea at some point in time, looks like Casper has someone to badger xD My posts feel short though... but I suppose quality over quantity and all that jazz... ]

[eden .]

>> @silversky: take your time. looks like this'll be a slower rp. c: [which is good because I have way too many things that are already distracting me. xD]
> @iris: your posts are fine! yes, it's all about quality. don't give me a paragraph of nothing. xD

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тweɴтy | ғeмαle | ѕιɴɢle | ѕecoɴd-ιɴ-coммαɴd | ɢ.o.в. | cнrιѕтopнer (ѕepαrαтed)

Coraline glanced around while she watched others waking up and walking about the hideaway, and for a moment she was taken back to that cell she was confined in and the cage she was thrown in while they separated she and Christopher.

You shouldn't think about that, she advised herself. It was more of a casual chastisement that was left open ended and easily able to reject and avoid. Coraline never seemed to give definitive answers, which typically got her into more trouble than what was worth, but she really didn't know how to sort out what people wanted and needed to know and what they didn't need to know.

Of course, the fact that she was g.o.b. was a bit of a no brainer. Coraline wasn't about to go traipsing around the camp shouting that, at least, but she was never the best secret-keeper. That was the unfortunate thing. Still, Coraline wasn't going to say she didn't try. This was Christopher she was talking about. And she could care less about what side she was on if that was the case.

Coraline spotted Viktor a distance away, but he seemed to be speaking with Leina, so she decided not to bother him. The fact that she was being so respectful to a child that was perhaps ten years younger than her didn't particularly strike her as strange [in fact, if Coraline realized that it was supposed to be strange, that would be an achievement in and of itself]. Instead, Coraline readily became Viktor's mouthpiece, although over the last few days she had to practice not glancing down at him to silently ask for his permission or advice when she was buying things at a market. For whatever reason, it attracted attention from the other vendors, and Coraline knew that wasn't the thing they needed right now.

Humming tunelessly, Coraline strode around the camp, checking up on a couple of people and asking if everything was okay, if she could get them anything, and stubbornly kept that faint smile on her face while the members murmured to their daemons to ask for opinions right in front of her face. Even if the Gobblers were trying hard to get them to separate, very few humans were without their daemons right now. Besides Coraline, there were perhaps three others, two of them clearly depressed and silent [and Coraline supposed she was, too], and the other more memorable. What was her name? Something that had to do with astronomy. Taurus? Sagittarius? Leo?

She nearly ran into Shay, who was passing through the courtyard. Squeaking a little, Coraline froze and said, "Sorry about that" with a sheepish smile before falling in step with Shay, asking, "May I walk with you?" while they made their way towards Viktor. Coraline tried not to stare at Armond on Shay's shoulder too much as they arrived at the crowd.

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Shay jumped. Not a small jump, but a rather large jump. When she was startled, she was truly caught off guard. Armand was thrown off her shoulder and into the air, although he wasn't content there and soon landed on the ground as a coyote. Shay held a hand over her hammering heart and blinked back at Coraline. If there was one person besides Viktor who's name she was sure of, it was his second-in-command. The girl was somewhat difficult to miss.

Aside from her obvious lack of a daemon, she looked deathly slim. Shay was sure that was mostly an illusion, but it made her distinguishable nonetheless. She was also one of, if not the, oldest of everyone there. The older girl let out a small squeak, and apology soon following. "My fault entirely, I should be watching where I'm going." Shay murmured, adjusting her glasses. "Though I suppose my peripheral vision isn't in the best of shapes either..." She looked down at Armand, who had taken to weaving through her legs again, something he was quite fond of doing. Though when he did the same to Coraline, she let out a gentle hiss at him. Normally she wouldn't have given it a second thought, though seeing as the other girl's daemon was not with her, she felt Armand was being rude and insensitive.

In reality he was just trying to be friendly, of course Shay would never see it that way. So he leaped back onto her shoulder, fur turning to feathers and paws turning into talons as he did so. However, he turned his eyes to fix on Coraline. "I was just being friendly Shay," he whispered into her ear, only to have it go out the other. He didn't seem to mind though, and it was almost as if he had anticipated that very reaction. Shay turned her attention back to Coraline. "Of course you can walk with me. Though I'm not sure we'll make the best company." The last part of this sentence was directed more towards Armand, and he pretended that it wasn't.

"You'd think escaping the gobblers would have brightened her mood a little, but she's still the same old, 'glass half-empty' Shay she was before." The owl muttered. His second half rolled her eyes at this statement. "Yes I guess you're all stuck with that old cynical, pessimistic Shay. Oh how I pity you." Armand rolled his own eyes and Shay turned back to Coraline, determined to ignore Armand. "So do you have any idea what the plan is from here on out? I know you're second-in-command, but you must have some idea don't you? Or Viktor must have said something? I know everyone needed to recover and everything, but I just hate sitting around without a plan or a purpose. It drives me insane."

Shay didn't waste time on small talk. Yes the weather was horrible, and yes she slept fine. All she wanted was to get straight to the point and not waste time on unimportant conversation she wouldn't remember having after five minutes. Perhaps that was why nobody really liked talking to her. She just wanted to get the information that would benefit her, and she wasn't to subtle about that fact. In fact, she was about as subtle as a hand grenade. Armand decided he no longer wanted to ride on Shay's shoulder, so he took on his coyote form once again, and walked between the two girls. He would occasionally glance up at Coraline with curiosity, but turned his gaze away quickly.

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[ I won't be on for a good portion of today. I realize many of you are back in school and whatnot, but I'm still on summer break until the 4th of September. Sooo, today I'll be at the lake. I'm not sure how long that'll be... probably until later in the evening. But I'll post later tonight Plans change when friends are sick xD ]

[Artesian]

Quiana & Behnam

Gang - Gypsy - Female - Eleven

"Right away, Victor," Quiana said, nodding. She was used to taking orders from others, and the fact that Victor was several years younger than her and shorter to boot didn't matter much. She took a piece of string from her pocket and tied her hair back. It had grown out longer than she was used to during her captivity, and she hated getting it snagged on bits of wood or metal while she was searching for tinder. She clambered around between the boxes, and pulled one out from under a stack of wood. The wood was wet, of course - the dew had settled on the thick timbers and soaked it through to the core. She bit her lip, and handed it to Behnam. He took the box in his jaws and dragged it over to an empty spot near the centre of the camp, then shifted to his spider-monkey form to rip the paper into shreds for kindling.

Quiana, although it was a wrench to stay more than a few feet from her daemon, wove her way through the junk in the alley way, stuffing sticks and slivers of wood in her pocket as she went. It looked like there was a stack of wood near the back, under the pile of hay she'd slept on. She'd certainly felt it poking into her side while she slept. Most likely, it was dry enough to burn, and the straw would be good for kindling as well. She dug at the straw, and soon excavated a couple of logs of wood. Unfortunately, they were rather large for her to carry easily with an armload of straw.

Ah, but the ritzy landloper was coming in the back entrance to the place, his bear behind him like a huge furry mountain. Raf something. She tried to remember his name, straightening up with the wood in her arms. "Um, Raf... I'm sorry, I don't remember your name, quite." She jerked her head to the pile of hay. "Could you and your daemon get an armload of dry straw for the fire?" she asked, neglecting to add a please on the end. Then she turned, and trudged back through the aisles of junk with the logs in her arms, Behnam waiting with a pile of paper shards beside him. Let's hope she could make a fire big enough to dry out the hefty chunks of woof she carried in her arms.

She dropped the logs on the ground, and knelt down, taking the sticks out her pocket along with her precious iron and flint. Quietly, she built the sticks into a little home for the fire. The fire has a little spirit of its own. It's got to have somewhere to live. Somewhere warm and protected, with plenty of air to breath, but not enough to blow it out. It's a living creature, and like all living creatures, it must be treated with respect. That was what Mamma had said. Her hand trembled slightly, and she knocked a couple of sticks away from the home she made. She clicked her tongue irritably and finished the first part of the fire.

Then, Behnam holding the end of the cardboard in his dexterous spider-monkey paws, she pulled a tiny, precious piece of charcloth. She was running low, and though she could make more with a tin and enough time and a fire, it was not something she wanted to do on the run. She folded the cloth on top of the fint, and, with a fast and fierce motion, struck the iron down the side. Sparks! But the cloth wasn't burning. Sparks! Ah! A little red patch was starting. She blew on it gently, and it began to glow. She inserted it carefully but quickly into the home. See? It nestles in there like a mouse in a house. Give it breath. Give it life, Ki-ki. She breathed gently on it, and the kindling started burning.

It would take a few more minutes to really get burning though. Behnam fed bits of twig and cardboard to it, carefully keeping the little flame alive. Well done. Just keep it alive, and it will keep us alive.

Tagged: Raphael, Victor