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It was a rather gloomy day, with dark gray clouds looming overhead despite the fact that they had already unloaded rain onto the town of Lotawrins. It soon began to drizzle again, which was unfortunate for a young teen named Vincent.

He would be walking home at this time, perhaps holding a book…

Vincent knelt down next to the boy and nudged him gently. “Hey… you okay?” Getting no response, the other teen hauled the unconscious boy inside.

  The teen was limp in Vincent’s arms, doing nothing but letting out a tiny groan. He was horribly pale, and he looked a little too thin for someone his height. Loosely gripped in his hand was a large staff with a strange silver symbol floating at one end, though instead of moving it seemed fixated in space just above the end of the staff. This boy truly was an odd sight.

Setting down his book, a Guide to Gods, he gingerly picked up the staff. “Wow…”

  As soon as the staff left his position the boy’s eyes snapped open and he gasped, sitting up and grasping for the dull brown rod. He was shaken and weak, and didn’t seem in any condition to be jumping around trying to get his staff.

  “N-no, hey, give that back…!”

Vincent jumped at the voice. “Oh, sorry…” he handed the staff back. “Who are you?” Vincent asked curiously as he knelt by the figure.

  The teen gripped the staff and held it close as if it were a lifeline, holding it maybe a little too tightly as his knuckles turned white, though it wasn’t very noticeable seeing as the rest of him was pretty pale. He shuddered and frowned.

  “I-I’m Penny, God of Volcanoes.” he said, trying to draw himself up proudly but too weak to do so. His gray eyes shifted down to look at the floor, “Though I’m not really that Godly right now, am I?”

"You can’t be a god;" Vincent interjected. "They don’t exist in physical forms!"

  Penny frowned again.

  “Who told you that? Some poorly trained history teacher that knows second to nothing about Gods?”

  He coughs a little and hugs himself. A blanket would be nice, but Penny wasn’t about to ask for one.

"This book did." Vinnie held it out. "Want me to get you a blanket?"

  “Give me that,” he half-growls, grabbing for the book, but his tone shifts when the blanket is offered. “Er… Yes, please.” he mumbles, flipping through the book.

Vinnie ran off and retrieved a thick green one patterned with dragons. “Here you go.” Vincent smiled.

  Penny tugged the blanket over him like a cloak and continued to flip through the book, eventually finding the page he wanted.

  “Aha! See? That’s me!” he held up the book and pointed at some pictures of himself, except with flaming orange hair and green eyes, and most definitely not pale.

"Wow…" Ventus was awestruck. "But if that’s you, then why are you all…" he gestured at Penny.

  Penny sighs and sets the book aside, tucking the blanket close around him.

  “…It’s raining outside. You know what happens to lava when it gets wet? It cools down and hardens. Loses its heat. Me getting wet is a bad plan; I lose my power and can’t get it back ‘till I’m brought back to my volcano, and that’s who knows how far away from here.” He sounds a little dejected.

"Well, what do people call your volcano? Maybe I can find it!" Vinnie grinned.

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It was a rather gloomy day, with dark gray clouds looming overhead despite the fact that they had already unloaded rain onto the town of Lotawrins. It soon began to drizzle again, which was unfortunate for a young teen named Vincent.

He would be walking home at this time, perhaps holding a book…

Vincent knelt down next to the boy and nudged him gently. “Hey… you okay?” Getting no response, the other teen hauled the unconscious boy inside.

  The teen was limp in Vincent’s arms, doing nothing but letting out a tiny groan. He was horribly pale, and he looked a little too thin for someone his height. Loosely gripped in his hand was a large staff with a strange silver symbol floating at one end, though instead of moving it seemed fixated in space just above the end of the staff. This boy truly was an odd sight.

Setting down his book, a Guide to Gods, he gingerly picked up the staff. “Wow…”

  As soon as the staff left his position the boy’s eyes snapped open and he gasped, sitting up and grasping for the dull brown rod. He was shaken and weak, and didn’t seem in any condition to be jumping around trying to get his staff.

  “N-no, hey, give that back…!”

Vincent jumped at the voice. “Oh, sorry…” he handed the staff back. “Who are you?” Vincent asked curiously as he knelt by the figure.

  The teen gripped the staff and held it close as if it were a lifeline, holding it maybe a little too tightly as his knuckles turned white, though it wasn’t very noticeable seeing as the rest of him was pretty pale. He shuddered and frowned.

  “I-I’m Penny, God of Volcanoes.” he said, trying to draw himself up proudly but too weak to do so. His gray eyes shifted down to look at the floor, “Though I’m not really that Godly right now, am I?”

"You can’t be a god;" Vincent interjected. "They don’t exist in physical forms!"

  Penny frowned again.

  “Who told you that? Some poorly trained history teacher that knows second to nothing about Gods?”

  He coughs a little and hugs himself. A blanket would be nice, but Penny wasn’t about to ask for one.

"This book did." Vinnie held it out. "Want me to get you a blanket?"

  “Give me that,” he half-growls, grabbing for the book, but his tone shifts when the blanket is offered. “Er… Yes, please.” he mumbles, flipping through the book.

Vinnie ran off and retrieved a thick green one patterned with dragons. “Here you go.” Vincent smiled.

  Penny tugged the blanket over him like a cloak and continued to flip through the book, eventually finding the page he wanted.

  “Aha! See? That’s me!” he held up the book and pointed at some pictures of himself, except with flaming orange hair and green eyes, and most definitely not pale.

"Wow…" Ventus was awestruck. "But if that’s you, then why are you all…" he gestured at Penny.

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It was a rather gloomy day, with dark gray clouds looming overhead despite the fact that they had already unloaded rain onto the town of Lotawrins. It soon began to drizzle again, which was unfortunate for a young teen named Vincent.

He would be walking home at this time, perhaps holding a book…

Vincent knelt down next to the boy and nudged him gently. “Hey… you okay?” Getting no response, the other teen hauled the unconscious boy inside.

  The teen was limp in Vincent’s arms, doing nothing but letting out a tiny groan. He was horribly pale, and he looked a little too thin for someone his height. Loosely gripped in his hand was a large staff with a strange silver symbol floating at one end, though instead of moving it seemed fixated in space just above the end of the staff. This boy truly was an odd sight.

Setting down his book, a Guide to Gods, he gingerly picked up the staff. “Wow…”

  As soon as the staff left his position the boy’s eyes snapped open and he gasped, sitting up and grasping for the dull brown rod. He was shaken and weak, and didn’t seem in any condition to be jumping around trying to get his staff.

  “N-no, hey, give that back…!”

Vincent jumped at the voice. “Oh, sorry…” he handed the staff back. “Who are you?” Vincent asked curiously as he knelt by the figure.

  The teen gripped the staff and held it close as if it were a lifeline, holding it maybe a little too tightly as his knuckles turned white, though it wasn’t very noticeable seeing as the rest of him was pretty pale. He shuddered and frowned.

  “I-I’m Penny, God of Volcanoes.” he said, trying to draw himself up proudly but too weak to do so. His gray eyes shifted down to look at the floor, “Though I’m not really that Godly right now, am I?”

"You can’t be a god;" Vincent interjected. "They don’t exist in physical forms!"

  Penny frowned again.

  “Who told you that? Some poorly trained history teacher that knows second to nothing about Gods?”

  He coughs a little and hugs himself. A blanket would be nice, but Penny wasn’t about to ask for one.

"This book did." Vinnie held it out. "Want me to get you a blanket?"

  “Give me that,” he half-growls, grabbing for the book, but his tone shifts when the blanket is offered. “Er… Yes, please.” he mumbles, flipping through the book.

Vinnie ran off and retrieved a thick green one patterned with dragons. “Here you go.” Vincent smiled.

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It was a rather gloomy day, with dark gray clouds looming overhead despite the fact that they had already unloaded rain onto the town of Lotawrins. It soon began to drizzle again, which was unfortunate for a young teen named Vincent.

He would be walking home at this time, perhaps holding a book…

Vincent knelt down next to the boy and nudged him gently. “Hey… you okay?” Getting no response, the other teen hauled the unconscious boy inside.

  The teen was limp in Vincent’s arms, doing nothing but letting out a tiny groan. He was horribly pale, and he looked a little too thin for someone his height. Loosely gripped in his hand was a large staff with a strange silver symbol floating at one end, though instead of moving it seemed fixated in space just above the end of the staff. This boy truly was an odd sight.

Setting down his book, a Guide to Gods, he gingerly picked up the staff. “Wow…”

  As soon as the staff left his position the boy’s eyes snapped open and he gasped, sitting up and grasping for the dull brown rod. He was shaken and weak, and didn’t seem in any condition to be jumping around trying to get his staff.

  “N-no, hey, give that back…!”

Vincent jumped at the voice. “Oh, sorry…” he handed the staff back. “Who are you?” Vincent asked curiously as he knelt by the figure.

  The teen gripped the staff and held it close as if it were a lifeline, holding it maybe a little too tightly as his knuckles turned white, though it wasn’t very noticeable seeing as the rest of him was pretty pale. He shuddered and frowned.

  “I-I’m Penny, God of Volcanoes.” he said, trying to draw himself up proudly but too weak to do so. His gray eyes shifted down to look at the floor, “Though I’m not really that Godly right now, am I?”

"You can’t be a god;" Vincent interjected. "They don’t exist in physical forms!"

  Penny frowned again.

  “Who told you that? Some poorly trained history teacher that knows second to nothing about Gods?”

  He coughs a little and hugs himself. A blanket would be nice, but Penny wasn’t about to ask for one.

"This book did." Vinnie held it out. "Want me to get you a blanket?"

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It was a rather gloomy day, with dark gray clouds looming overhead despite the fact that they had already unloaded rain onto the town of Lotawrins. It soon began to drizzle again, which was unfortunate for a young teen named Vincent.

He would be walking home at this time, perhaps holding a book…

Vincent knelt down next to the boy and nudged him gently. “Hey… you okay?” Getting no response, the other teen hauled the unconscious boy inside.

  The teen was limp in Vincent’s arms, doing nothing but letting out a tiny groan. He was horribly pale, and he looked a little too thin for someone his height. Loosely gripped in his hand was a large staff with a strange silver symbol floating at one end, though instead of moving it seemed fixated in space just above the end of the staff. This boy truly was an odd sight.

Setting down his book, a Guide to Gods, he gingerly picked up the staff. “Wow…”

  As soon as the staff left his position the boy’s eyes snapped open and he gasped, sitting up and grasping for the dull brown rod. He was shaken and weak, and didn’t seem in any condition to be jumping around trying to get his staff.

  “N-no, hey, give that back…!”

Vincent jumped at the voice. “Oh, sorry…” he handed the staff back. “Who are you?” Vincent asked curiously as he knelt by the figure.

  The teen gripped the staff and held it close as if it were a lifeline, holding it maybe a little too tightly as his knuckles turned white, though it wasn’t very noticeable seeing as the rest of him was pretty pale. He shuddered and frowned.

  “I-I’m Penny, God of Volcanoes.” he said, trying to draw himself up proudly but too weak to do so. His gray eyes shifted down to look at the floor, “Though I’m not really that Godly right now, am I?”

"You can’t be a god;" Vincent interjected. "They don’t exist in physical forms!"

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It was a rather gloomy day, with dark gray clouds looming overhead despite the fact that they had already unloaded rain onto the town of Lotawrins. It soon began to drizzle again, which was unfortunate for a young teen named Vincent.

He would be walking home at this time, perhaps holding a book…

Vincent knelt down next to the boy and nudged him gently. “Hey… you okay?” Getting no response, the other teen hauled the unconscious boy inside.

  The teen was limp in Vincent’s arms, doing nothing but letting out a tiny groan. He was horribly pale, and he looked a little too thin for someone his height. Loosely gripped in his hand was a large staff with a strange silver symbol floating at one end, though instead of moving it seemed fixated in space just above the end of the staff. This boy truly was an odd sight.

Setting down his book, a Guide to Gods, he gingerly picked up the staff. “Wow…”

  As soon as the staff left his position the boy’s eyes snapped open and he gasped, sitting up and grasping for the dull brown rod. He was shaken and weak, and didn’t seem in any condition to be jumping around trying to get his staff.

  “N-no, hey, give that back…!”

Vincent jumped at the voice. “Oh, sorry…” he handed the staff back. “Who are you?” Vincent asked curiously as he knelt by the figure.

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It was a rather gloomy day, with dark gray clouds looming overhead despite the fact that they had already unloaded rain onto the town of Lotawrins. It soon began to drizzle again, which was unfortunate for a young teen named Vincent.

He would be walking home at this time, perhaps holding a book…

Vincent knelt down next to the boy and nudged him gently. “Hey… you okay?” Getting no response, the other teen hauled the unconscious boy inside.

  The teen was limp in Vincent’s arms, doing nothing but letting out a tiny groan. He was horribly pale, and he looked a little too thin for someone his height. Loosely gripped in his hand was a large staff with a strange silver symbol floating at one end, though instead of moving it seemed fixated in space just above the end of the staff. This boy truly was an odd sight.

Setting down his book, a Guide to Gods, he gingerly picked up the staff. “Wow…”

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It was a rather gloomy day, with dark gray clouds looming overhead despite the fact that they had already unloaded rain onto the town of Lotawrins. It soon began to drizzle again, which was unfortunate for a young teen named Vincent.

He would be walking home at this time, perhaps holding a book…

Vincent knelt down next to the boy and nudged him gently. “Hey… you okay?” Getting no response, the other teen hauled the unconscious boy inside.