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[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

[Espio is... everywhere today.

No, really. Everywhere. The chameleon is running around the Garden, doing repeat circuits of all the classrooms, all the main facilities, outside, and even the dorms, growing increasingly agitated as whatever-it-is he's trying to look for fails to turn up.

Oh man. Still, after seeing Espio dashing past fifteen times, anyone could start wondering what's up with him.]

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[fierybluebird]

[Just stoically picks him up, mid jog and HUGS him. PHOENIX USED SURPRISE HUG ATTACK.]

I can't find him either. I looked.

[Does he even need to say who?] He's not in the hospital either, eh.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

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Get off! I'm trying to-

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...

[fierybluebird]

[Just leans on and then turns the arms into wings. More to protect himself than Espio.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

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...Marco, get off. I'm still looking.

[fierybluebird]

When will it be enough?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

When I pass out.

[fierybluebird]

Sounds like the best way to do that is drinking then.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

"Drowning sorrows" isn't my style.

[fierybluebird]

Suit yourself then.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Maybe later... but just for the company, I have no intention of drinking enough to knock myself out.

[fierybluebird]

Eh, just as well. It'd be harder to fly you back to the Garden if you were that sick.

[asideglance.livejournal.com]

[STARING... He wants to tell him to stop running, but the first thing that comes to mind is his appearance, from an earlier conversation with Marco...]

...Ah... Espio-san... is it?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Huh?

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It's just Espio. I'd ask how you know that, but I'm busy.

[asideglance.livejournal.com]

Ah, at that rate, you may run into someone. ...Are you looking for something?

[He won't explain how he knew his name just yet, woops...]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

That's kind of the plan - a specific someone!

[asideglance.livejournal.com]

...Searching for someone? Is it an emergency? Surely walking would work just as well.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Not when I'm on my seventh circuit of the Garden and still haven't found him!

[asideglance.livejournal.com]

[Japan sort of frowns. Okay, he can ease up on his strictness for that...]

He is missing? Ah, could he have left for that town, perhaps? Or... was it time compression once more?

...Forgive me if I am prying. I simply wish to know if I can help.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

It wouldn't be like him to just wander off to Balamb on his own... if you wanna help, just keep an eye out for him. Okay?

He's about six foot, kinda skinny, long black hair and an eyepatch.

[asideglance.livejournal.com]

...Yes, I understand. I will be sure to tell Espio-sa-- ah, Espio, if I see anyone matching that.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

[asideglance.livejournal.com]

Of course. I wish you luck.

[notaferry.livejournal.com]

[Botan was just walking towards the cafeteria for a cup of tea when ZOOM! Startled, she immediately calls forth for her oar and flies quickly to catch up. Whatever this is, whatever is going on seems utterly urgent and it's her job to figure out what's what.

When she finally is able to reach a matched pace, she calls out to him with a firm tone of concern;]

Hey now! What's the emergency?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

[] My friend's missing!

[notaferry.livejournal.com]

[Well, when you run up a storm, you'd have to expect that, Espio~!

Botan noticeably flies rather low, matching his level. How the heck is she not crashing?! At this news, two things come to mind; a cadet might be missing and in danger or someone might've time-slipped back home.]

A cadet is missing? How long?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

A day.

[notaferry.livejournal.com]

A full day...

[Botan's expression changes to one of concern, but understanding. It appears as if she has an idea to where he might be. Or what might've happened.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Yep. Didn't come back to the dorm last night.

[notaferry.livejournal.com]

And you have checked everywhere? With the Instructors as well?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[At first, the running seemed harmless... but by the tenth time, even Damian could see that something was up.]

What the hell's your problem, <span title="idiot><i>zift</i></span>?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

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I'm looking for someone!

/wow that was impressive html fail on my part, sorry ;;

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

Who? Maybe I've seen him lately.

[It's a longshot, but something's better than nothing, right?]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Tobias Hayes. Know him?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but not very well... and I haven't seen him recently either. [Not that Damian actually keeps up with Tobias beyond "he's Marco and Grell's kid. Somehow. I don't want to know how."] Sorry.

[notdusk.livejournal.com]

E-Eek..! [and there Dawn goes, tumbling down to the ground, dropping all of the papers in her hands. What even was that? She didn't get a chance to get a good look at it..]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

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Pay more attention!

Here...

[notdusk.livejournal.com]

Ah, I'm sorry.. [She stands up slowly, brushing her outfit off.]

Geez, you run so fast. I could barely see you.