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A secluded area within the forest, that offers a good view of the surrounding area.

Having wanted an escape from all the distracting brightness that lay within the castle, Triton came to a stop in a place he was fairly certain would be void of shiny objects. Sure, his heavily tinted goggles helped, but there were times even they couldn't stop the shroud of lust that clambered over Triton's mind. At worst, he would attack an innocent passer-by in an effort to steal their necklace, or even stare helplessly at the large ball of gas that was the sun. Today had not ben one of those days, but Triton was certain that the way things were going, it soon would be.

Deciding that the clearing he had reached was a perfect spot to relax and toy with his power, he sat down in front of a rock, leaning against its sun-warmed surface. The sounds of nature was calming, but being a person who found it difficult to settle, Triton brought out a simple spoon he had taken from the cafe, placing it on the ground, and trying to figure out just how his bloody powers worked.

Jordan was sitting in a cool spot under a tree with a bed of moss, he needed to get away from the pointless chatter so that he could recall what had happened just the day prior, his memory still foggy he only knew what he wrote of that day, which was thankfully a lot, he wrote everything he saw in detail for this very reason, his journal was the closest thing he has to actually memory, when someone else entered the clearing he didn't do anything, he was deep in fought about how he could get rid of his curse, he still had a number of years, however he wanted to get rid of it as soon as he can

Triton was about to try and simply hit the spoon to life, eyebrows scrunched in concentration, when it spontaneously started to... twitch? Then, as though electrocuted, it bounced once in the air and took off. In all his years of life, Triton never thought he would be chasing after a spoon. A woman, yes. A man, yes. A villain with whom he was fated to destroy, maybe. A spoon, though? Not once. He scrambled to his feet, disturbing the foliage and clipping his heel against the rock behind him as he tore off after the utensil.

The spoon, having decided it needed company, had ran dead straight into Jordan's lap. Triton followed a few moments after, and upon coming across a strange boy with a sentient spoon in his lap, paused, blue eyes widening behind his glasses.
"Hello. That's my spoon you've go there," he started, voice light and tinged with humour.

Jordan picked up the spoon and twirled it in his hand, he had come across a number of weird things but a moving spoon took the cake, he looked up at the voice and looked at him with his blue and brown eyes, after finished twirling it he threw it at him, thinking he would catch it and started to write about the spoon and what had just happened, basically ignoring the boy once again

I apologize immensely, but it appears that I can't continue roleplaying in this group due to the Christmas shopping making my life hell, what with work picking up. I'm sad to say I will have to leave this group.

So, so sorry!

Okay, I do hope that one day after chrismas you can come back