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Re: Anirune Forest - CHAPTER 3
He was still fairly convinced this was all just a dream, and if he simply accepted everything that was thrown at him, he'd wake up eventually.
Leaning against the seabag, he crossed his arms over his chest and shut his eyes.
"I'm going to rest," he said to the faun, who had probably followed him back to the edge of the forest nearest to the Mall.
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The people had simply turned and continued on their own business, ignoring Ulrich. The twenty five year old turned around and went back to his seabag. He put his back against the dark green canvas of the bag and slowly slid down, sitting on the ground, leaning against it.
Once he was sitting comfortably, he reached over for the violin case and brought it across his lap with a curt snort.
He flipped the locks open and looked inside.
Red cut out interior, held an disassembled sniper rifle, two scopes, and a few extra rounds of ammunition. He quirked a brow, and closed the case, locking it.
He waited a second, and with a tch opened the case again, the lid flipping open and revealing the same scene. Perfectly cut-out interior, perfectly clean and organized setup.
Bornes frowned and closed the case again. He tossed it to the side of the tree, not caring much of its handling despite the contents.
He didn't remember leaving the case like that. In fact, the last time he'd opened up the case, there was no interior at all. It had been filled with dirty clothes that served as packing materials and everything had simply been thrown in there. It was actually somewhat of a marvel nothing had been damaged all these years due to that setup.
But it was neither here nor there. Now the setup was different.
He brought his left hand to his forehead, his forefinger and thumb rubbing his temples as he let out a small groan.
Once he was sitting comfortably, he reached over for the violin case and brought it across his lap with a curt snort.
He flipped the locks open and looked inside.
Red cut out interior, held an disassembled sniper rifle, two scopes, and a few extra rounds of ammunition. He quirked a brow, and closed the case, locking it.
He waited a second, and with a tch opened the case again, the lid flipping open and revealing the same scene. Perfectly cut-out interior, perfectly clean and organized setup.
Bornes frowned and closed the case again. He tossed it to the side of the tree, not caring much of its handling despite the contents.
He didn't remember leaving the case like that. In fact, the last time he'd opened up the case, there was no interior at all. It had been filled with dirty clothes that served as packing materials and everything had simply been thrown in there. It was actually somewhat of a marvel nothing had been damaged all these years due to that setup.
But it was neither here nor there. Now the setup was different.
He brought his left hand to his forehead, his forefinger and thumb rubbing his temples as he let out a small groan.
Leaning against the seabag, he crossed his arms over his chest and shut his eyes.
"I'm going to rest," he said to the faun, who had probably followed him back to the edge of the forest nearest to the Mall.
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