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Aya takes a deep breath and walks over to him, coming to stand by his chair. While she means to address the herbs she's carrying, instead a different sentence comes out. "I've never been kissed before." She's surprised by her own words and barely knows what she means by them but waits for his response.

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Aya takes a deep breath and walks over to him, coming to stand by his chair. While she means to address the herbs she's carrying, instead a different sentence comes out. "I've never been kissed before." She's surprised by her own words and barely knows what she means by them but waits for his response.

Destin blinks and slowly pads out. "Neither have I.." he shifts and looks at her shamefully. "I'm so sorry Aya. I didn't mean to do that...but...I'm glad I did." He grins sheepishly. "We can't tell anyone right?" He asks quietly, wringing his hands together.

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"I'm glad you did too." Thinking on it a little more, Aya was disappointed he hadn't kissed her for any longer. It had been such a short moment. But no, she couldn't be thinking anything like that! "Um. No, no we can't." She sits beside him, staring into the fire worriedly. "I don't know what this means."

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"I'm glad you did too." Thinking on it a little more, Aya was disappointed he hadn't kissed her for any longer. It had been such a short moment. But no, she couldn't be thinking anything like that! "Um. No, no we can't." She sits beside him, staring into the fire worriedly. "I don't know what this means."

Destin sighs. "I like you...a lot." He whispers. "And...I dunno...you're nice and sweet...and I really wish we were in the same group because I'd ask you out in a heartbeat." He hesitantly crawls into her lap, curling up. "I don't want to ruin things between us." He whispers sadly. "I'm sorry I may have ruined this for us."

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Ryder chuckled. "Who said anything about a compliment? We Broms are despicable. I was trying to insult you." He winked at her. "But in my defense, you shot an arrow at my head. I feel I'm within my rights to insult you."

Nova scoffed. "You should be thanking me for missing!" she pointed out with a laugh. She raised an eyebrow at him. "You know, you're insisting how you're such a tough, mean guy, but you really don't seem that way at heart," she said softly.

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Nova scoffed. "You should be thanking me for missing!" she pointed out with a laugh. She raised an eyebrow at him. "You know, you're insisting how you're such a tough, mean guy, but you really don't seem that way at heart," she said softly.

Ryder grabbed his chest in mock agony. "Again with the insults! I'm terrible. Despicable. A monster. That you would insinuate otherwise is heartbreaking." He grinned. "You on the other hand are no where near annoying enough to be a Rabin. You're actually the opposite really. It's mind boggling."

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Ryder grabbed his chest in mock agony. "Again with the insults! I'm terrible. Despicable. A monster. That you would insinuate otherwise is heartbreaking." He grinned. "You on the other hand are no where near annoying enough to be a Rabin. You're actually the opposite really. It's mind boggling."

Nova laughed and rolled her eyes. "You're such a drama queen," she teased gently. She met his gaze and gave him a warm, genuine smile. She blinked and her eyes widened slightly, startled. I shouldn't be here, she thought frustratedly.

Bright swathes of midday light filtered through shadows of crumbling leaves and bare branches above the tense map of the Rabin camp. Misha contained her thoughts and rampaging emotions behind a bitter scowl, poised and defensive. I'm a damn traitor, she thought with a pang of rage at her own lack of resolve. The second her fawning puppy dog eyes caught a glimpse of Kianna, she melted into childish emotion. Did she care about her? Sure. Did she care about the Broms more? She hoped so. The Rabins were sparse at this time of the day, distracted with their duties or caught up in their own, personal emotional turmoil. From her perch near one of the fires - barely lit, now just a faintly burning pit of ash and coal - she regarded the watchful eyes of the hostile teens. Clear enough. She narrowed her eyes and slowly brought herself to her feet. If anyone asks, I'm going to find somewhere to pee, she decided as she crept with silent footsteps and catlike secrecy towards whatever facility stored the Rabin food supply.

Bright swathes of midday light filtered through shadows of crumbling leaves and bare branches above the tense map of the Rabin camp. Misha contained her thoughts and rampaging emotions behind a bitter scowl, poised and defensive. I'm a damn traitor, she thought with a pang of rage at her own lack of resolve. The second her fawning puppy dog eyes caught a glimpse of Kianna, she melted into childish emotion. Did she care about her? Sure. Did she care about the Broms more? She hoped so. The Rabins were sparse at this time of the day, distracted with their duties or caught up in their own, personal emotional turmoil. From her perch near one of the fires - barely lit, now just a faintly burning pit of ash and coal - she regarded the watchful eyes of the hostile teens. Clear enough. She narrowed her eyes and slowly brought herself to her feet. If anyone asks, I'm going to find somewhere to pee, she decided as she crept with silent footsteps and catlike secrecy towards whatever facility stored the Rabin food supply.

Ambrose, who had been watching Misha for quite some time, flew off the tree branch he had been clinging to and flies over. He lands on her shoulder. "You know, prisoners are only allowed a few privileges. And I don't think getting up for a leisurely stroll is one of them." He comments as he looks at her with beady brown eyes.

Misha flinched at the sudden - admittedly slight - weight on her shoulder. She froze in place. Time to play it off... like a pro. She snorted and batted her hand at him. "Am I not allowed a little privacy?" she demanded, her voice tinged with a false exasperation. She gestured to the woods. "You act like I'm doin' something suspicious."

Misha flinched at the sudden - admittedly slight - weight on her shoulder. She froze in place. Time to play it off... like a pro. She snorted and batted her hand at him. "Am I not allowed a little privacy?" she demanded, her voice tinged with a false exasperation. She gestured to the woods. "You act like I'm doin' something suspicious."

Ambrose hops a bit to avoid her hand. He chuckles. "Not really. You are a prisoner. Or did you get so comfortable talking to Kianna that you forgot what you are?" He follows her gesture and nods. "You are. Any time a prisoner gets to their feet, I'm forced to investigate. I'm like...the sheriff of this group. Did Sacha forget to mention that?" He stretches his wings and then climbs into her hair. "Oh my gods. Your hair is amazing! I could take a nap in this."

Misha raises her brows. "Sheriff, huh?" she tested, suppressing a mocking laugh. She waved her hands at him. "Well, mister cop, I was just innocently relieving myself." She paused. "Unless you wanna hassle me about that, too," she added.

Misha raises her brows. "Sheriff, huh?" she tested, suppressing a mocking laugh. She waved her hands at him. "Well, mister cop, I was just innocently relieving myself." She paused. "Unless you wanna hassle me about that, too," she added.

"Yep, I got the badge and everything." Ambrose nods to himself. He watches her hands warily. "Well I will accompany you to your destination, and then I will wait in a tree until you are finished, and then accompany you back to camp." He smirks. "Unless you'd rather just wait in camp until Sacha or someone else can monitor your...activities."

"Nope," she said with a haughty huff. "You'll do. Let's get this show on the road." She starts off in the direction of the woods, mind racing just beyond her steady face. She wasn't sure if she wanted to fight him. It certainly seemed sure to have an unpleasant outcome. Maybe I just piss him off until he forgets I looked suspicious.

"Nope," she said with a haughty huff. "You'll do. Let's get this show on the road." She starts off in the direction of the woods, mind racing just beyond her steady face. She wasn't sure if she wanted to fight him. It certainly seemed sure to have an unpleasant outcome. Maybe I just piss him off until he forgets I looked suspicious.

Ambrose grins as she heads off. "Good decision." He comments, settling in for the ride. He looks around as she walks. Something seemed off to him, but he didn't pay much attention to the feeling. He wasn't much of a fighter, so if it came to that, he would probably lose. But he could shout pretty loudly. If she got fiesty he could call for help...maybe someone stronger would come to his aid.

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Ambrose grins as she heads off. "Good decision." He comments, settling in for the ride. He looks around as she walks. Something seemed off to him, but he didn't pay much attention to the feeling. He wasn't much of a fighter, so if it came to that, he would probably lose. But he could shout pretty loudly. If she got fiesty he could call for help...maybe someone stronger would come to his aid.

Misha takes off, edging into the woods with her nose upturned. She was wary of this Rabin boy, but she tried to play off just how on edge she was. Once she reached a decent distance out of camp, she shoved him aside. "Alright, lemme have a little peace." She slipped into the bushes and shuffled at the branches. If I'm going to get him, this is the time. Instead, she continued pretending to be innocent and emerged again, staring at him. "Did you expect me to turn on you yet?"

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Misha takes off, edging into the woods with her nose upturned. She was wary of this Rabin boy, but she tried to play off just how on edge she was. Once she reached a decent distance out of camp, she shoved him aside. "Alright, lemme have a little peace." She slipped into the bushes and shuffled at the branches. If I'm going to get him, this is the time. Instead, she continued pretending to be innocent and emerged again, staring at him. "Did you expect me to turn on you yet?"

Ambrose snorts a bit at her rudeness. He shifts into human form, and sits against a tree when he was shoved off her. He picks at his fingernails. He then looks up as she walks out. He grins. "Yep, pretty much this entire journey." He comments, before getting to his feet. He stretches. "Shall we?" He bows slightly in the way of camp, smirking at her a bit.

"Are we almost there?" A woman whispers, adjusting her backpack as they walk through the dense forest.
"We would be there by now if you shut up!" The man next to hisses, rolling his eyes. "Now hurry up, I see the smoke nearby."
The paid glance up at the sky, seeing the black tendrils of smoke rising through the trees.
The woman nods eagerly. "Grandma will be quite pleased. No one except someone trying to hide would live all the way out here! It must be them."
The man scoffs. "Or a fugitive trying to avoid being put in jail."
"So negative, as always." The woman sighs heavily.
The man grabs her arm, hearing voice up ahead. "Shut up, this time for real. Follow me, quietly."
The woman nods and lowers her backpack to the ground, slowly pulling her tranq gun out of a holster on her leg.
The man pulls one out as well. "Remember, it could take up to two darts to knock a fully grown man out. We don't need whoever it is, making loud noises. Aim for the arm, the tranquilzer will be pumped through their blood faster." He hisses, creeping forward slowly.
The woman follows.
The pair could see Ambrose and Misha through the trees. The man smirks, they weren't fugitives. But teenagers. They had to be what they had been searching for!

Misha began on a snide comment but stopped abruptly when she heard a noise in the woods behind them. She locked eyes with Ambrose and nudged him, eyes darting in the direction of the sound. Well, now that I'm unarmed! she thought bitterly, sinking an exasperated acceptance that - if she had to - she would be weakly smacking at whatever attackers loomed with her weak baby fists. Babies don't fight well.

Misha began on a snide comment but stopped abruptly when she heard a noise in the woods behind them. She locked eyes with Ambrose and nudged him, eyes darting in the direction of the sound. Well, now that I'm unarmed! she thought bitterly, sinking an exasperated acceptance that - if she had to - she would be weakly smacking at whatever attackers loomed with her weak baby fists. Babies don't fight well.

Ambrose rolls his eyes a bit at her nudge. "C'mon, we should be heading back to camp." He grabs her arm, about ready to steer her back to camp. He then pauses, turning a bit. He frowns, peering into the undergrowth. "Misha..." He lowers his voice. "Something's out there." He mutters quietly. He grabs her and begins dragging her away from camp, determined not to let whatever it was, near his camp!

The woman smirks as she sees a young boy and girl heading towards them slightly. She raises the tranq gun and aims for the boy's arm.
"Not yet." The man whispers. "We can't miss or they'll bolt. I've got the girl, you got the boy?"
The woman nods. "Yeah. Tell me when." She breathes, closing one eye.
The man aims at Misha's arm. "Now!"
Both of their guns fire quietly.