The War

Dark got out the wine bottles. "Well, what's your game plan."

"What do you mean?"

"We're going to have a new war, obviously. I say we alert everyone. Get the army together, get some spies," Dark pointed at Scott. "We aren't feral people, you know." Dark took a swig. 'Who cares if I drink.'

"I don't have a problem with you drinking." Scott said. "It's just alittle unfair that I'm too young again."

The newcomer was wondering whether or not he could trust Dark with the information he had.

Daniel was wondering what the affects of this new war would be.

OOC: She thought that, you know.

IC: "Good." Dark snorted. "So, recap." She faced him. "You've been dead for the past seven years. I killed Gustav. He came back to life. Sonya's dead, so is a reaper. Light's dead. I have a kid. I haven't payed your debts, and you are to young to gamble."

OOC: Scott has alcohol related telepathy.

IC: Scott just nodded. There was a lot to take in, but some of it he already knew.

OOC: lol.

IC: "Also, you have to take army training again." Dark said nonchalantly. She knew just how hard, soul crushing., and difficult it was.

Scott reluctantly agreed. He knew it was probably for the best. He looked over at the newcomer. "Hey wait, aren't you that guy that Gustav killed...?"

Dark took note of that. "Now, I want to know how the f*ck you got into my bedroom."

There was no answer.

Dark stared at him. "Don't ignore me."

OOC: So, she's talking to the currently unnamed character, right?

OOC: Yes.

OOC: kay.

IC: "If I hadn't showed up when I did Daniel would be dead."

"Now how did you get there."

"Does that even matter at this point?"

"And how long were you there."

"Look, I got there at the last second. If I had been their sooner I would have done something to stop that dark haired boy."

"Sure." Dark rolled her eyes. She looked at Scott. "How the f*ck are you even alive? I buried your body."

"How should I know?"

The newcomer sighed. "His soul is bound to the pendant he's wearing. His body is a replica."

Dark shivered. "I always hated that idea. The dead should stay dead."

"I never intended his soul to be reunited with a body..."

"You never intended? And who are you."

The newcomer removed his hood. He looked similar to the dark haired boy. He seemed familiar to Daniel, but Daniel wasn't sure why.

"My name is Edmund. I am the mortal half of Florence's soul."

"Well," Dark sighed. "I hated Florence. Will you earn my hatred too?"