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[treadingdawn]

It is quite haunting, but the music is reminiscent of home.

Our guest has not returned for the night.

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Action!

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter could bring up a few certain instances where Caspian did something less than intelligent, but decides against it. He heads off his own way.]

[ooc: want to assume time passes and they meet up again, or somethingish? XD]

Action!

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Because Peter's weapon of choice will always be a palm-sized stone. It doesn't take long however for Caspian to find the cliff with the holes. It's unsettling, and that's when he takes the time--all five minutes--to bind his own torch the old fashioned way, complete with a flint. It serves as light and a smoke signal.]

Queer. We will fetch Peter first, Destrier.

[But the music is loudest here and there's no player to be found. Destrier hoofs left and right, worried.]

[ooc: Done and done! Cas is considering the holes of doom.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[It was a really awesome stone. Peter's already taken a good look around, and hasn't found any sign of Sarah. Seeing how it's been near twenty minutes, Peter heads back and follows Caspian's signal.]

I've never seen anything like this before.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't say anything but instead silently dismounts, offering his flaming torch to Peter.]

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[Peter responds to Caspian's kindness by flicking the flashlight on and off, before dismounting and directing the beam towards the holes.]

Do you think...

[He doesn't finish his sentence, choosing instead to peer down the cliff.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't seem to care whether Peter took the torch or not, but they're fortunate the ground here is all rock and dirt or else there'd be a fire now.]

No.

[Answering distractedly as he faces a hole fitting to his own form. It's pitch black inside, or is it?]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[He's busy examining a random hole, before noticing Caspian getting all friendly with another.]

Don't go in.

[It's a spur of the moment thought, and he doesn't notice it comes out as a command.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[He's got his fingertips in it.]

Do you not hear her?

[Who 'she' is is ambiguous as he reaches in.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Who?

[Peter grabs for Caspian's shoulder, totally perplexed at the idea that Caspian actually wants to head for the hole.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[His hand lashes out at Peter's to grab and twist, then attempt to shove him aside. The musical pitches are more shrill, reflecting the tension.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Is too busy being indignant to notice the change in music. Peter uses his other free hand to grab at Caspian's, hoping to take Caspian down with him if he does fall.]

[ooc: I have to head out, but I'll probably be back within an hour ♥!]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[They both go down, kicking up dust and dirt, and further rolling could easily take them over the ledge. Rather than roll though Caspian chooses to punch Peter first.]

[ooc: Suddenly I'm reminded of Bastian and Atreyu. Okay XD!]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[A punch obviously deserves a retaliatory punch back. Peter's considering pulling out Rhindon, but first attempts to shake off Caspian and stand.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Ah--

[His head snaps back without the ground to catch his skull, losing his balance and briefly rolling off Peter.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[takes the opportunity to stand and pull out Rhindon.]

Caspian. Don't.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Out comes his own sword without a name. One of these days he should name it.]

Peter. Do not force my hand.

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Higgles is a good, strong name. Stands his ground, but now has a look of angry confusion.]

Is that stupid hole that important to you? Snap out of it, Caspian.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Peter's a good name too.]

Can you not hear it? Are you as deaf as you are blind?

[On his guard, muscles tense.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

There is nothing to hear!

[Peter was hoping to solve this in a nonviolent fashion, but it looks like the easiest way to calm Caspian down is by knocking him out. He gets ready, hoping to hit Caspian with the blunt side of of his sword.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[He twirls the sword in his hand, blade pointed down to parry and follow up with a hilt to Peter's face, but it clashes only with Rhindon and Caspian stops. Midnight passes.]

....

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[doesn't notice Caspian stopped, and takes the opportunity to disarm him.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Ah!

[His wrist twists painfully with the movement, taking Caspian down to one knee and successfully disarming him.]

Peter--

[Shaking his head, disoriented.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Is still pretty annoyed, but stops when Caspian says his name. Rhindon is still in a very ready position.]

Yes?

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Feeling a mild shame encroaching on his conscience and not wanting to admit it so he feigns confusion.]

What happened.

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Those two words throw Peter, and he lowers Rhindon.]

You don't know?

[Peter runs his free hand through his hair as he thinks.]

What's the last thing you remember?