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[chancelocksley-blog]

Chance and Dale: A-MAZE-ing Friends

Chance was meandering the streets of the marketplace of London. His quiver was on his back, his dagger tucked into his belt, and a pleasant, easy-going smile on his face. He was looking for some new materials for some new arrows, or maybe even a new dagger. Though a sword was catching his eye in a stall near the end. His gaze drifted up to the castle. He wondered if Freya was inside, still hating his guts. He hoped she would lighten up soon, he missed her. He hoped there would soon be a day he would be a welcome presence in her eyes again. He sighed and turned his gaze back to the street he was walking on. He returned his gaze a little too late, however. He rammed into someone looking at the stall right next to him. "Oof!!" He grunted on impact, knocking him off balance, which he quickly regained. "I'm sorry!" He apologized to the boy. "I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going! Are you alright?"

[nicolaspacha]

Nico and Dale: The Birth of Bros

Nico was walking around the streets of New Orleans. He was leisurely taking a walk to take a break from all of his work. He paused to look up at his friend, Bucky. He then felt someone ram into him. He turned slowly to see who it was. It was a boy about his age. He looked rather scared, though Nico couldn't see why. He raised an eyebrow at him.

[rachel-paperman]

Road Trip To Maine | Dale and Rachel

Everything in Rachel's life was snowballing. She'd lost her inspiration for photography, her marks were slowly dropping, and her apartment was a wreck. Luckily she'd saved up all her sick days, resulting in over a month worth of away time.

So she called into work, told them she was taking all her sick days, packed a few sets of clothes, and she grabbed her car keys. She didn't know where she was going to go, but she knew that once she got there, she might have her inspiration back.

Getting into her car, Rachel set the radio to her favourite station and then started the engine. With her vehicle roaring to life, the brunette set out.

She lost count of how many days she'd been driving, not really caring. But eventually she made it to Maine. As she drove, she came to a town. It seemed small, but quaint. Pulling over to the side, she opened her door, and stepped out. The sight of the small town seemed to call to her.

Pulling out her camera, she began taking pictures of the old buildings, and whatever else she could see from her spot.