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Lunarrow: Why are you drinking? Valkyrie: I drink when I'm depressed. Lunarrow: But you're always drinking? Valkyrie: *smug grin*

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Life in Obsidian is far from easy.

In truth, Lunarrow's not sure it's ever particularly been easy. He only has vague memories himself of a life before the war, before the earthquakes, before people started freezing. It's been spread about that any of the 'freezers' all froze at the age of eighteen, but the Lost know that's not quite true. Sure, some of them did, but there's more of a spread than most admit. His brother was almost twenty when it hit, and him? He's sixteen forever. Not to mention Tink, forever thirteen and forever pissed about it. He can't say he blames him really, being thirteen sucks.

That being said, before the war he'd never been beaten then chased down several blocks by a group of militia until he'd finally managed to slip into the tunnels and lose them, meanwhile this is the third time this month already. Falco's getting more militant, more pissy, they've all noticed it. He hadn't even been doing anything this time, just taking a shortcut through the streets and trying to get a little bit of a breath of fresh air. That fun had certainly been cut short.

Finally skidding to a halt, after taking several random turns, just in case he'd been followed, Lunarrow lets himself sit down on a piece of upturned debris, hunching over to catch his breath. He can already feel the black eye blooming across his face, a slight crust of blood under his nose, and he's pretty sure his back is going to be black and blue for a few days, but all in all, it's not the worst he's had. They heal quickly too, a small benefit.

The sound of footsteps has him snapping to attention, one hand grabbing a chunk of debris as he readies himself to run again. But instead a familiar mop of blond curls appears and he relaxes again, slumping back against the wall of the tunnel.

"Oh, Strat, it's just you..."

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Hoffmann: Just put small things in this box. Strat: Tink? Hoffmann: No, not people, just things- Lunarrow: Can we put Tink? Hoffmann: I said- O'Dessasuite and Ledoux: Tink? Hoffmann: We cannot put a huma- Scherzzo: What about Tink? Hoffmann: Nobody's putting Tink in there. Tink: *already in the box*

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Denym: I think you're still suffering the effects of your party last night Lunarrow: All I drank was red bull! Scherzzo: How many? Lunarrow: Eighteen.

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Astroganger: We can't go in there. It says "18+" and there's only two of us, Luna. Lunarrow: You're so stupid, Astro. Lunarrow: We'll just invite more people.

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Mordema: What state do you live in? Lunarrow: Constant hunger Spinotti: Denial Hollander: Gay panic Goddesilla: Perfection Astroganger: Obsidian Markevitch: Obsidian is literally a city.