((I think Elsworth has started becoming a bit agitated the past few days))
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((I think Elsworth has started becoming a bit agitated the past few days))
((Sorry, my dog bit me, had to get some medical attention....((A.K.A. crying like a baby while calming my blood.))....So, Hunter and Jimmy are coming to SD? I can't post until Arumen does.))
((Yeah we coming to SD BTW its your post. If you go back to page 8 I think, Arumen posts and then you havent posted in character since.))
((Thank you SO MUCH!))
"'Ello mate. You must be Dameon," Morgoth said, floating down. "My name is Morgoth Raven. Fugitive. But, I'm not a criminal....Techniqually."
((Am I in or no? ))
((Yeah, your in. I'm tripping over myself to get this under control.))
"Techniquely? hmmm." he looked the reletivly small (compared to him) man up and down. "Well, you will be now. You just killed a person. But, thanks anyway. I'm... gonna go back to my car."
He started back to his mustang
Hunters taxi crossed the border to SD. He had been consistently going around 85 miles an hour and was surprised he was never pulled over. "Umm I just realized I have no way of finding Morgoth."
Sitting cross-legged on the floor of his shabby apartment, eyes closed, hands resting on his thighs, Dan Thorin listens to the dilapidated TV list off the latest news.
TV: "In other news, the fugitive Morgoth Raven has eluded capture, yet again. Local, state, and national police..."
Dan turns the TV off and stands up. He walks over to the only window in his apartment.
"Morgoth Raven... Who are you, and why do you seem so important?"
Questions based on instinct, and on pure speculation. Questions he was almost scared to find the answer to. He turned away from the window and sat on the floor again, picking up his sharpening stone and his daggers.
On his counter top sat a plane ticket to South Dakota. He would leave to visit his family tomorrow.
Morgoth lounged on Dameon's car. "Um, no, you're not, actually.