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Acting as dedicated coachman to a group of too-young ambassadors just a year after these same kids won a war was not exactly where Caspar might've seen himself decades before. ...

Lyall should have known better than to step aside for refreshments by his lonesome. T'was by the punch bowl-- gods, an actual punch bowl, as if this was fucking prom-- ...

yis, our main cast of pov characters is a far more reasonable 16/∞ ☺️ and yes. cheese me, please

Blearily blinking open his eyes, Lyall found himself facing a cheery, early morning sky. It felt early, anyhow. Or maybe that was just the splitting headache talking. Damn, how many ...

In all his years, in every educational institution, through all socioeconomic strata Lyall had the good fortune to venture into, he'd never met someone nearly as unpredictable, brilliant, idiotic, and

frantically googling "helmsman"

So, the old-fashioneds were in fact serving them now. Something in the way Alan determinedly guzzled his drink told Lyall that this upcoming conversation was going to be, simply put, ...

Lyall had to do better. Well. Alright, in fairness, the DMV needed to stop hurtling everybody toward seemingly-certain death basically every other day. But really, this feeling of inadequacy had ...

Per their friendly agreement, Lyall found his way to James's new cabin after dinner with Vik and the Alvaro twins. Though undecided-- apprehensive, even-- on what to divulge about their... ...

Letting his hands fall away from Alan's back, Lyall tucked them away in his sweater pockets, watchful gaze trained on his friend as he idly adjusted his collar. There was ...

"Rise 'n shine!" a chipper voice said, who Aaron immediately recognized to be Ethan. At the end of his exclamation, the blackout curtains were pushed out from the curtain rods ...

In retrospect. An actual, physical weapon would have been wise to pack. Though, in fairness, no one had forewarned Lyall of any threat such as several dozens of blob-like ghosts, ...

Traveling swiftly through dense, dry underbrush, shaded by canopies overhead, Lyall quietly kept an ear tilted out to their surroundings. Cyrin-- evidently now elven in physiology? keenly scanned betw

For the final watch until dawn broke, Lyall awoke to stand guard with Miss Clarity. The hours of rest he did manage wasn't nearly enough, so he quietly paced a ...

So, it wasn't just a mirage. There was an actual oasis out here, by the foot of the cliffs to their right. Lyall would've thanked the gods if they hadn't ...