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Kate turned around and looked at them. "Who are you looking for?"
"His name's Ivan," Lisbeth explained. "He disappeared, and now we're looking for him."
"I see," Kate said. "Darron, why don't you let me carry my violin now?"
Darron laughed. "Be careful with it!"
She took it from his hands and straped it to her back. "I will, don't worry."
 
At last, Vissarion and Ivan found their first clue to a human presence outside the castle-or-whatever-it-was.

The abandoned campsite, amid a stand of tall old trees, was clearly recognizable for what it was. Whoever had been here, had even left as it was the stone barrier they had made to keep a campfire safely contained. Tracks showed that there had been at least four persons; that they had left less than a day ago; and that they had gone in something of a hurry, though not in a panicky stampede.

Gathering fresh deadwood and dry leaves as fuel, and wielding his flint and steel, Vissarion got a fire going; he needed the warmth, after letting Ivan have the cloak. He was carrying rations he had gleaned from one of the mysterious dining rooms; this food he now shared with Ivan. There would only be enough left after this for one modest meal for them.

"What do you think, Ivan? Shall we follow the trail of the previous occupants of this campsite?"
 
"By the way, Kate," Lisbeth said, "how on earth did you get here?" They continued to move on down the hallway.
Kate shuddered. "I - I don't want to talk about it," the girl said.
Darron looked concerned. "Kate, if you know more than we do, it might help us figure out who's behind all this!"
 
Kate bit her lip and looked scared. "I - I - can't tell you."
"Why not?" Lisbeth asked gently.
"Because I don't know," Kate answered quickly; but they all had a feeling that she knew more than she was telling.
 
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"What do you think, Ivan? Shall we follow the trail of the previous occupants of this campsite?"
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"Why do we care about them? I think we should go back and help the others escape. I've never abandoned anyone before. Sure, I've killed them, but never left them alone." He poked a stick into the fire and stirred the embers.
"You don't happen to have any water do you? I suppose food is out of the question, but I've been hungrier than this."
 
OOC: The perennial RP problem of not reading posts strikes again. Span-Inq, if you had read Post No. 385, just a page back, you would have seen that Vissarion gave Ivan food; and I intended it to be understood that there was something to drink along with it. So I write Vissarion's reply below as if Ivan had not asked about water....



The redbearded warrior sighed, leaning his forehead on the heel of one calloused hand. "Decisions can be hard to make, if one has others besides oneself to think of. I still believe that the three super-powered women can more than adequately protect the weaker ones--that is, assuming the super-women don't lose interest and abandon them." He raised his head to look Ivan in the eye. "But from the little I know about you, my somber comrade, going back and trying to be of help may be a thing that YOU need for your own soul's good. So yes, we'll turn back. At least if we find the others, we can tell them we've confirmed the existence of people somewhere outside the labyrinth. Just let me soak a little more warmth out of the fire before we put it out, then we'll be on our way. I'm glad I marked the trail as we went."

From somewhere, Vissarion drew forth a sheathed dagger, blade about nine inches long. "Here, take this, in case of any trouble on our way back."
 
Copperfox said:
OOC: The perennial RP problem of not reading posts strikes again. Span-Inq, if you had read Post No. 385, just a page back, you would have seen that Vissarion gave Ivan food; and I intended it to be understood that there was something to drink along with it. So I write Vissarion's reply below as if Ivan had not asked about water....



The redbearded warrior sighed, leaning his forehead on the heel of one calloused hand. "Decisions can be hard to make, if one has others besides oneself to think of. I still believe that the three super-powered women can more than adequately protect the weaker ones--that is, assuming the super-women don't lose interest and abandon them." He raised his head to look Ivan in the eye. "But from the little I know about you, my somber comrade, going back and trying to be of help may be a thing that YOU need for your own soul's good. So yes, we'll turn back. At least if we find the others, we can tell them we've confirmed the existence of people somewhere outside the labyrinth. Just let me soak a little more warmth out of the fire before we put it out, then we'll be on our way. I'm glad I marked the trail as we went."

From somewhere, Vissarion drew forth a sheathed dagger, blade about nine inches long. "Here, take this, in case of any trouble on our way back."
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Ivan held the dagger awkwardly.
"I'm not used to weapons," he said, "I'm a lot better with just my teeth and claws." He unsheathed the dagger and gently pricked his finger with the tip.
"Seems sharp enough. I'll be utterly useless with it though. I'm getting kind of old for this. You'd think at my age I'd be able to sleep in a bed for once." He stood up.
"But why am I telling you this? I hate it when I lapse into an angsty soliloquy. Sure my past stinks, but it's past. No use crying about it." He sheathed the dagger again and put in his pocket.
"Are you ready? I'd hate to keep those super-human girls waiting. They all think I'm hot, you know." He grinned crookedly and snickered, "I don't get it. Why do some people get all the cool powers? I could do with some. But I did will without 'em. Heck, I've got along fine with nothing but this useless pistol for a few years." He patted his pocket.
"So are you ready?" he asked again.
 
They started on their way back. As they went, Vissarion picked up a short stick from the ground, to simulate a knife for Ivan's first lesson. "A knife is short enough that you can't be sure no one will attack the _wrist_ of the hand _holding_ the knife. Therefore, it's a bad idea to hold the knife way out in front of you; that invites a foe to disarm you. Distract him with your other hand, perhaps even with just a stick in that hand, so your blade can find a chance to get at its target...."
 
"Well, if that weird oriental warrior guy hadn't crushed my pistol, then that would have been a good decoy." He took an awkward swipe with the sheathed dagger.
"And what if I've got nothing to distact my foe with? What then? Offer to surrender, and when he comes close, stick him?" He smiled somewhat maliciously. He picked up a pebble and began bouncing it on his hand. He counted five bounces before he lost it. He picked it up again and put it in his pocket. Because you never knew when you'd have to fight a giant.
"It took me nearly twenty years to learn to fight before. They trained kids up young. Pretty much from the moment we could walk. Then, about twenty more years fighting for him...then I don't know how long wandering. I wonder how old I really am."
He glanced at the warrior.
"I talk a lot. And when I'm alone, I talk to myself. But other than that, I'm perfectly sane." He took another awkward swipe.
"How am I even supposed to hold this thing? I've never seen one before in my life!"
 
The little boy nodded. "I'm okay," he said. "How about you Cheese?" He tilted his head towards the rat, as if listening to it. "Okay, I'll tell her." He said to Jackie, "Cheese says that he's okay, too."
 
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