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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]"ARCADE," Morrissey called, "ARCADE." The tom had been searching for him for about five minutes now. He was bored off all these old sights he'd already seen - he wanted to find more new stuff and scout the other islands. Except he didn't want to go by himself, so why not help recovering Arcade get some fresh air and drag him along? They could be like, the new, feline version of Lewis and Clark. "I'm pretty sure [i]I'd be Lewis,"[/i] Moz thought. He couldn't help but ponder on about things. In reality he'd probably be neither of them since he wasn't actually born in America, but oh well.


    "Ugh, where are you, Crip? Did you die from your injuries?" It was a bit of a heartless jab, but he was starting to grow irritated! What kind of guy with the big, radar-like ears of a cat would be unable to hear him? Or maybe he was choosing not to hear him? Morrissey certainly hoped not - just thinking about that made him chew on his cheek out of annoyance.

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    What? Arcade knew that loud voice, and the friendly insults. Really, he didn't even consider them insults anymore just... Him. The cameo lifted his gaze from his book, again, and sighed. Had his friend made it his life goal to disrupt his reading? Ah, it was something he'd read before anyway.




    "No need to yell, Morrissey. You'll bust someone's eardrums." He pushed the book aside and glanced around, but then a thought hit him. "Wait 'did you die from your injuries' you didn't even attend my funeral?" Rude, Moz. Rude.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]His insults were... acts of endearment, though few every realized that and just found him flat out rude. But maybe Arcade had caught on. "Apparently I do, since it took you long enough to hear with just me yelling." That or Morrissey was just eager and time felt elongated. But oh well, what did it matter? Arcade was here now.


    Blue eyes shifting down to the book, they followed it as it was pushed aside. Moz didn't take his visionaries off it, just titled his head like he did when he talked, this time titling it up slightly, "I couldn't attend because it was hair time. Honestly, if you are going to die, atleast look at my schedule first to where we can select a convenient time." The part of day dedicated to his hair was much important! Morrissey let out a scoff, finally taking his attention off the book and tearing his gaze away from it to focus on Arcade.


    [b]"We are going on an expedition to uncharted territory. It was going to originally just be me but I'm guessing a casual such as yourself needs to see some sort of action."

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    "Hm, I'll make sure to remember that. 'Oh is it two o'clock? No, no, you can't kill me for another hour. Moz's busy. But you must be quick about it, there's only a ten minute window when he's free'. I'm sure they'll wait it out with me. We can have dinner, talk until your hair's done." Ah, there was his sarcasm. It had been lacking since his injury. Well, honestly, it had been lacking since the anniversary of his father's death. Arcade was glad to have it back, things had been too honest without it. How could he deflect personal questions if he wasn't in the mood for word games? Absolutely ridiculous.




    Really, Morrissey's announcement should have surprised him. But after their last talk had changed into acting and then into him almost drowning to get his friend's glasses, there didn't seem to be much that could surprise him. Not when it came to Morrissey, at least. "Hm." Should he respond with snark? Act annoyed? "Alright, Mister Adventure. Where first?" Nope, guess not.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]"I'll be sure to take my time, then," Morrissey said matter-of-factly. He couldn't help but arch a brow at Arcade's hidden sarcasm revealing itself - he hadn't seen him respond that way before. It was new, but hey, he kind of liked it. But it was also weird to think of Arcade as a sarcastic fellow when all he'd seen of him was this friendly side that sort of brushed his words off or laughed them off.


    "Mm, Mister Adventure? I'd prefer Meriwether Lewis. You're William Clark, the lamer sidekick." Summoning a smug grin, he wondered what exactly was first. What places had they not been? Hmm... "We are going down the staircase." Daring enough or too daring? He didn't want Arcade backing out like a wimp or something, he seemed sort of like a worry-wart.

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    Ugh. Stairs? Really? Hm. Up here, things were... Relatively safe. Down there, though, things weren't so sheltered. Reminded him of days long gone, and making that connection kinda hurt. But that was a story for another time, so Arcade refused to dwell on it. Instead, the cameo stood and arched an eyebrow. "I'm the sidekick? Hm. Well, the sidekick usually ends up saving the hero from some terrible danger they idiotically decided to chase. Perhaps you're correct."




    There were his own injuries to account for, but something in his tone was a challenge and he wasn't going to decline. "Alright then, Lewis, lead the way." The analogy made him chuckle, even if he was the sidekick here.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]"I'd watch it if I were you. I could easily trip you going down the stairs and that would be the end for your already-injured self." Ah, but being saved by Arcade wouldn't be too bad. It was rare he was a damsel in distress, so it would certainly be an interesting, new experience. "Or I could lead us to enemy territory. I did have to cross them to get here, so I do know where they are located."


    Morrissey, without giving Arcade a chance to say anything else on the matter, turning himself around and began to pad towards the staircase that led up to the islands. It was a good distance away, probably taking about ten minutes, but reachable which was all that mattered to Moz. Making his way through the trees and bushes and other greenery, he thought about what direction they'd go after making the descent.


    Eventually, Morrissey reached the stairs. It was just then he turned to see if his companion was actually following.

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    Was that a threat? Arcade's eyes narrowed in his usual friendly, half-joking manner, yet he didn't say anything else. Part of him wanted to dash off, find Hakuna or Chromo. "Hey guys if Morrissey comes back saying I'm dead, it's his fault." Humorous, but he didn't want to get too far behind.




    Fine, fine. He followed in silence, carefully stretching the leg with the injured shoulder and being careful not to displace the bandages. They did limit movement slightly, but it wasn't too bad. Only when the other stopped did Arcade stop his little physical tests. "Mm, you know, you're responsible for any injury I acquire on this adventure of you."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]"Mm, being held responsible for your injuries is an honor. So I'll be sure to squeeze a good bit of pain into the trip," Morrissey shot back as he began to stroll down the stairs, curling his paws slightly as the warm surface of them came in contact with his sensitive pads. He had gotten used to walking in the cold ground than hot stone.


    "Which way do you wanna go?" Moz questioned on the last few steps, hoping Arcade didn't know the territories around them - he would of loved to see the other males face when they came across an enemy or something, as Morrissey felt confident he could handle said situation. It would be entertaining to say the least.

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    Rolling his eyes, Arcade decided to simply drop that topic for a moment. He had Morrissey's back, anyway. Why? He had no idea, there. Emotions were complicated. Because he'd told him about his past? Their miniature adventures? Seeing him panic over his glasses? Perhaps it was all of it, but something told him his loyalty had been snagged, even if his irritation had been too.




    The sudden touch of warm stone and then the cool ground had the cameo almost flinching, even after living on literal floating islands for as long as he had. Which, honestly, hadn't even been that long yet. A week? Was that all? Then why was it getting harder and harder to imagine life without them? Sure, he probably could survive outside of BlizzardClan. Running his entire life, seeing a lot of bad stuff with the Followers, and the Enclave, and every other violent faction in the world.




    Perhaps it was just a new part of the world for him. Walking here had been long and tedious, yet he couldn't remember the path he took. How strange. "I, uh--" Needless to say, Morrissey's question caught the paladin trainee in the middle of some intense thinking, and he looked around with rather wide green eyes. Instead of giving an actually answer, Arcade shrugged. "Someplace interested." A challenge of his own, in a way.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]"I don't know what you see going this way -" he motioned to the right, "- but being the unknown will certainly make it interesting, I'm sure." As soon as Moz was done talking he wondered if he told too much; since Arcade was aware now that he had no idea what this may lead to, he may decide to back out. Or maybe he was just overthinking? Knitting his brows and chewing on his cheek, he waited to see if the other male had anything to say on the matter.


    Morrissey didn't look back at him, though, just ahead. He didn't want him to see the expression on his face and think he was suddenly fuming when he wasn't. It was more of a stern, yet anxious look, the BlizzardClanner flicking the tip of his tail. "You up for it, Clark?"

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    Oh, a true adventure now was it? Just like old times, then. Arcade chuckled and shrugged, trying to fend off old memories that threatened to drown him. It took a moment to wrestle them back into their designated corner of his mind, in which he missed the momentary uncertainty his friend displayed. On an oh so slight level, of course. Simply to himself, and that was something Mr. Gannon understood all too well.


    The step the feline next took was almost a challenge, the unusual firmness of it startling him. "Hm. You don't think I'd back down now, do you? This might as well be the most defining moment of our lives, up ahead! Wouldn't miss it for the world." Where had this sudden optimism come from? Arcade froze at the confidence in his voice, eyes showcasing his distress for a swift second or two before vanquishing it. Some part of him knew that this entire escapade would challenge everything he thought he knew about himself, however secluded that part may have been.
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    Morrissey worked his mouth into a faint smile, "Actually, I did think that. But alright." And so, back to walking they were, it seemed. Moz took long strides and wondered if Arcade's injuries would prevent him from walking too fast like he was. What had happened to him, anyways? Had he ever really said? Hm. It was enough to keep Morrissey quiet, the male zoning out almost and not really paying attention to what his companion was doing behind him, or even if he'd picked up the pace and gotten beside or ahead of him.


    The squawk of a bird however made him snap out of it, though he didn't look startled. Casting a few slow glances around, he came to a halt just to examine their surroundings. "How would you describe this biome?" It was like a forest, however everything was moist and damp and covered in moss, unlike a rainforest. Sort of reminded him of times back in Greater Manchester, everything covered in drizzle and sometimes fog as the sun rarely revealed itself. "I think I see a cave over there."


    / feel free to say whatever you want about the place they are at or things around them, etc. :^))

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    //no worries! i'm pretty inactive this week anyway, i just happen to have some free time now.


    It was kind of hard to fight down the urge to do something silly in regards to his comment. Say, stick his tongue out or pout. That would be rather childish, though, so he did crush it as best as he could. He wasn't that boring. Luckily, the scenery and his quick brain was enough to distract him. The place was startlingly green, in his opinion. Yet his awe did not keep his mind from wandering, and his heart from sinking slightly as they walked in silence. The pain in his shoulder occasionally kept his mind from straying too far, but that was a far from common occurrence.


    Unlike Morrissey, Arcade's eyes never really left the scenery. The forest was almost thick, but not not to re point that he choked. Cool, soft, and shaded. Not muddy but also not the thick dust he was used to. A brand new experience, and if Moz had looked back, he would've only seen wonder on his face. It took an embarrassingly long moment for him to realize that his friend had asked a question, one he had missed. Oops. "I'm not sure. Boreal?" That probably wasn't what he was looking for, but it was kind of hard to focus on making coherent sentences. Everything was so green the kind of green that came with plenty of water and good temperatures, something he wasn't quite used to.


    Hearing his second comment, green eyes finally had a purpose. After a moment, he caught sight of what he thought Moz was talking about. Interesting, though he wasn't sure how he felt about it. What if a bear lived there? That would be absolutely no fun. And possibly deadly. "Yeah? How far in do you think it goes?" Scientific curiosity, that was all.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]"Mm, maybe. It almost seems like a cloud forest, but its missing a few elements," Morrissey observed, biting his lip as his striking blue eyes scanned around him, never coming to a halt and always on the movie. "But it also seems boreal-like, too." Man, this got him to thinking, what was it like for Lewis and Clark? How did they know if names for biomes for this existed or not? Maybe they could name this biome... "Let's call it the Mozcade biome."


    The tom shrugged at his companions question regarding the cave. "I have no idea. But we won't ever know if we don't find out." That and to be honest, he kind of hoped something big and bad was living in there. Maybe that could be his escape plan out of life. Surely if it killed him it wouldn't go for Arcade? The thought of Arcade getting viciously attacked made him vigorously gnaw at his cheek, deciding to eliminate such thoughts. "God, its humid here," Morrissey somewhat snarled, looking up at his hair that was already looking a bit more frizzier and fuller.


    / sorry for the late reply again!! been busy

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    Mozcade. Hm. The choice of name made a small smile curl at the cameo's mouth, though he ducked his head at the quiet chuckle that followed. Of course, he didn't mind the name. An interesting, memorable choice. And since Arcade's specialty really was not environmental vocabulary, he had no idea if there was anything else to call it. Not that he would change it even if he did know otherwise. [b]"Mozcade biome,"     the feline repeated in agreement, focusing on the sound of it. The strange click of his tongue when he changed names, the two familiar syllables somehow foreign when combined. For a moment, he was aware of his own name in a way he never had been before. Arcade, how strange that was. Like looking back at a stranger.


    A bit of worry struck the male at the idea of going into the cave, not because of what was in there but just--Actually, why was he worried? Not the creatures of the forest, those he could probably avoid. Yet something bothered him, something he couldn't quite pin down. It was annoying, knowing that something was there but he didn't know what it was, or what to do. A gnawing sort of fear, something like anxiety but not for his own sake.


    Deciding to skip over the cave and his complex train of thought for the moment, Arcade couldn't hold back a laugh at his fuzzy hair. The fact that he had chosen to come this way and was now upset about it only made it funnier. "Oh it's not that bad."


    //no worries ! <:
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]"If there is nothing in it, we could camp out in it or something. A camping and exploring trip, marvelous." Morrissey nonchalantly suggested, motioning all of the cave with a dangling-like paw. At this time an idea was brewing in his head to maybe scare Arcade, but he decided against it instead since he may whip around or attack him or something like that. On another note, the whole camping idea had him looking sort of excited. He hadn't done something of the sort - truly, that is - since he was a kid. He never counted the stays as a loner though, they weren't the real deal to him.


    "Besides, I got something to share with you later, and I'd rather share it later on today." He had a intent look to him, like he definitely wouldn't be giving anymore details until he delivered the statement and info completely. And now wasn't the right time for that, he figured. They just gotten into things, why not just enjoy it and ruin it later? "Yes, Moz, you'll ruin this trip just like so many other things. You can't find happiness and no one else can either because you decimate it." God, his head was pounding and his judging conscious had already decided its victim today, that being his ownself. But that wasn't much different from other days, though, was it?


    "I just hope there isn't any bats. I'm not all keen on having my blood sucked away unless its a letahl amount and I don't think mere bats can do such, can they?" His visionaries that reflected the ocean's blue color on them were never stuck to something, skipping all over the place within the cave. "Look, there's even some moss to rest upon."

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    Camping? Now that was something he'd never done before. A lot of moving, some nights without a home, sure. But deliberately leaving for a while, knowing you would be back? That was something new. The idea of it was both intriguing and vaguely confusing, but Arcade didn't comment for the moment. More pressing topics. Such as whatever he was going to share later.


    For a short moment, the cameo studied Moz, mentally assessing his resolve for waiting. But it was pretty clear he wouldn't say it now, so the feline just accepted it as it was. That was how his mind liked to work, just accept things as they were. Well, he would have liked it if it did go like that. Unfortunately, regret lingered for years, as he'd learned all too quickly. It left a bitter aftertaste on formerly sweet memories, bit into his thoughts and clung there. If only things were as simple as just accepting things that came to pass.


    [b]"No, I don't think one bat could take that much blood." Maybe a dozen or so, but Arcade wasn't about to give him any ideas. There was still that nagging voice telling him to do something about it but he knew all the good that did. Being told your pain was hurting someone else was no way to make your pain stop. Every "think about everyone else" only made things worse for him, and that wasn't something he would risk. A simple action was more his style, a quiet "I'm there if you need me". "Though any sort of blood-sucking would probably be unpleasant."


    More bad memories, twisting and latching on as he bit the side of his tongue. Orion bluntly telling him the mess that drowning left, the chances of a hanging going wrong. Asshole, leaving him sad and scared and still wanting it to be over. Just finding more creative ways.


    Another bad day, apparently, but this one would not affect anything.
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