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Plotting again; Dangan Roleplay
[The corpse party had taken a lot out of him; however, the night hadn't ended just because the funeral had. Lysandre is too keyed-up to even consider sleeping, and he spends an inordinate amount of time pacing around in his assigned cottage before deciding that staying put just isn't an option.
The tropical air is warm when he makes his way outside, Pyroar at his side as always; he tries not to think about the fact that John's cabin stands empty directly across from his, though he can feel himself start shivering again when his gaze strays across it.
He doesn't want to be alone right now.
The thought is strange, foreign; he's always been the sort to withdraw from others when he's worked up, rather than seeking them out. But the fact remains that he quite simply wants to have someone nearby, and after a moment of aimless consideration it occurs to him, vaguely, that there's planning to be done.
He'd told Archer that he'd tolerate one more instance of this before they set their plan in motion; that instance had nearly gotten them both killed.
He disappears back into his own cottage for a moment, just long enough to leave Pyroar there and collect the balls containing Honchkrow and Mienshao, as well as his knives for protection; he takes half a second to verify that he looks presentable, just because he's never found it acceptable to look otherwise, no matter what he's feeling.
A sharp knock will ring out against Archer's door a few minutes later; Lysandre steps back from the door afterwards.
There's business to discuss, after all.]
The tropical air is warm when he makes his way outside, Pyroar at his side as always; he tries not to think about the fact that John's cabin stands empty directly across from his, though he can feel himself start shivering again when his gaze strays across it.
He doesn't want to be alone right now.
The thought is strange, foreign; he's always been the sort to withdraw from others when he's worked up, rather than seeking them out. But the fact remains that he quite simply wants to have someone nearby, and after a moment of aimless consideration it occurs to him, vaguely, that there's planning to be done.
He'd told Archer that he'd tolerate one more instance of this before they set their plan in motion; that instance had nearly gotten them both killed.
He disappears back into his own cottage for a moment, just long enough to leave Pyroar there and collect the balls containing Honchkrow and Mienshao, as well as his knives for protection; he takes half a second to verify that he looks presentable, just because he's never found it acceptable to look otherwise, no matter what he's feeling.
A sharp knock will ring out against Archer's door a few minutes later; Lysandre steps back from the door afterwards.
There's business to discuss, after all.]