Post UnHonorable War

Alevon looks at TK: "...I've been meaning to ask...what happens when you aren't near the rod?"

Alevon sits there for a moment..."TK...may I see it?"

"Thank you TK..."
Alevon opens his bag and suitcase and begins analyzing the rod.

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Emir came back with the group, with a carton of Orange juice. "no Problem Gab and hey all those store workers are gone, we can basically mooch on their stuff." gulping the carton after he spoke.

"So you stole it?"
Alevon shoots an irritated look at him

"Noooo....I paid the non-existent money to the non-existent cashier." Rolling his eyes.

"O come on Tyler, we can get free food...." but gotten in the car anyways.

"Uh-huh, yet all the cashiers, busboys and even the manager is gone from those stores, and you don't want raid some stores?" Emir said in his back seat. "You realized we would need food sometime, which is why my satchel is about to burst from the cans of food i bought."

"we are going, we're on the Highway on the moment." his hand on his chin and looking through the window, looking at the mundane cars and lane and thinking about ammunition for his revolver.

"No problem, we already forget where we are...." Emir gets napkin and wipes the blood off from his face.

After studying the rod, Alevon says to TK: "...I can teach you to control your emotions, if you like..."
He lowers his head
"...I see that your emotions affect the rod, and perhaps with no emotions, your curse shall be lifted..."

Gabrielle thanked Mr Hale quietly, then rubbed the dried blood off her eye. When it was sufficiently clean she opened it, revealing an undamaged and absolutely ordinary light brown iris, the same color as her hair. She pulled her wild hair up and tied it with a previously unused elastic to make it easier for the Honor Guard to clean off the injury.

Emir already using a improvised bandage on his chest with his own shirt, showing his chest a little bit as he slouches in his seat. "Urgh, how long is this base before my head begins to rupture?"

"It always helps me to, uh, relax." Gabrielle wondered how she could represent relaxing. "Some music would be nice, though... uh..." She lost the trail of her words halfway. It was a long time since she openly told somebody how much he sucked. More than three days.

She remembered how the girls giggled when she would snidely downgrade boys who picked on others. In a way, she was a hypocrite, but she liked the feeling of being better and being liked because of it.

She couldn't hold it in any longer. "Tyler, I'm, uh, really not sorry about the time where I slapped you." She gritted her teeth. "In fact, if it weren't for the fact that you're genuinely sorry about what you did I might kick your ass. And have you thought about, like, cutting that hair?"

As soon as she finished her relatively short chain of criticism, she hung her head down.