Archer walked in just in time to see the fist slam onto the desk, and jumped slightly at the sudden noise.

"Sir," He began cautiously, not quite sure what had gone on in side the tents before he entered and not wanting any unwanted trouble, "I found a woman unconscious out in the woods, she is confused and claims that she does not know who she is and what she is doing here so near our camps. I've brought her in," he motioned to the outside of the tent, where the female stood, and continued, "would you like to question her...?"

"not right now..." he growled still angry with his sister "ill leave you o taking care of the women..." he leaned over the desk with his back to the door.

From outside, the unnamed girl heard the verdict by the loud man's mouth amd smiled. Maybe she could help this Archer after all.

((...:rofl: Oh Gods. I have tears coming out my eyes. Poor, poor Archer. :XD))

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"...Yes sir." The corner of Archer's left eye twitched, but he saluted and walked back out the tent without fainting. A feat in itself if he had to say. Seeing the smile on the female's face didn't help matters.

"...Let's get you cleaned up first." Maybe/hopefully the medics will have something to say about her and maybe, just maybe, he'll be lucky enough this time to be able to ditch her with the doctors. The half-centaur could feel the beginnings of a headache coming on and he rubbed his temples tiredly.

((Revenge-Consumed Hybrid Meets Sappy Girl -- oh, too funny!! XD))

The unnamed girl smiled at him. "So, what am I to be called? I want you to choose. And don't worry, I won't run away or
anything - how could I not stick by you after you were so nice to me? I want to be your friend."

(my bf and I are going to bed now so ill be on tomorrow night guys ;) )

Pein looked sadly at his brother hoping his baby sister was doing ok.

(( Good night, Lady Angel Konan. :) ))

The unnamed girl hugs Archer again, more quickly than last time.

(('Night Konan! :3))

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Archer could only manage a half-hearted glare this time as his other eye twitched. Oh, what he would give to just get the hell out of here and never see her again...

"How about Molestia?" He muttered under his breath, softly so that she wouldn't hear, before continuing in a louder voice while leading her towards the medical tents. "I don't know. You'd have to be comfortable with it. Why not think of one yourself?"

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((Molestus = Annoying in Latin :P))

(( Oh my, you're so kind and thoughtful. XD ))

(( Or rather, I should say, "My my, Archer is so kind and thoughtful." XDD ))

"But I only know the names you've told me so far. I don't remember anything else." She replied, a bit saddened, as she followed him.

((Well, Archer's hardly the man (centaur?) of people's dreams. XDDD))

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"What about things? Do you remember what kind of things you like? Food? Flowers? A hobby perhaps?" He said, not really paying attention to her while he marched on towards the tents, which was nearly on the opposite site of the camp. He mentally cursed whoever did the campsite arrangements.

The unnamed her shakes her head as she focuses on trying to remember something that would answer his question, failing the notice the root just two steps ahead.
All of a sudden she finds herself face first in the grass - and remembers something.
"Hey, I remember someth--" She says but then ends in gasp for breath before she slumps forward into unconsciousness,

Archer turned around when the female's voice trailed off suddenly, as though cut off. He blinked when he saw the girl on the ground, face first in the grass, unconscious again.

".........." Burying his face into a hand for a few moments while giving a silent prayer to whatever Gods out there to stop tormenting him, he gave a loud sigh and walked over to prod her with a foot. "Stop playing around. Wake up."

When prodding with a foot didn't work, he was sorely tempted to use an arrow to poke her, but resisted the urge. Resigned, he lifted her onto his shoulder once more and continued walking towards the tents, muttering to himself.

After what seemed like forever, he reached the medical tents and strode inside, plopping the unnamed female into a bed.

"Left foot injury. Seems to have a tendency of falling unconscious. Watch her, we do not know her identity nor her purposes here." He instructed the medics inside shortly. They nodded, quickly going over the unconscious woman. He was about to make his way back out the tent before pausing, and turned around. "Oh, and inform me when she awakens. Send someone over to the Special Ops section and they will find me." The nodded again, intimidated by someone of the Special Operations squad; they were often known to be quite ruthless.

With that done, Archer turned and strode out the tent, intending on finding himself some good ol' Dwarven ale, if there are any in stock. He definitely needed a drink.

Swing. Smack!
A tree fell down.
Swing, smack!
Another one fell down.

Chiki was having mood swings again, but this time, it was because she was hungry.
"FOOD!" She kept yelling, an her scorpion tail swung back and forth dangerously. More trees around them fell down. A regular size scorpion couldn't do that. But Chiki with a scorpion tail? Imagine that tree was you then.


Kit was having a hard time calming her down.
"Chiki! Stop that! You're going to hurt someone!" He stopped. He remembered that you shouldn't tell her about bad things when she's having her swings. At this, Chiki started crying, her tail swung more violently than ever. Kit stayed well away from the point on her scorpion tail, fully aware that she could kill him in less than an hour. Well, I tried. He thought, sitting on the grass and waited for Chiki to calm the heck down.

(( I'm about to leave and go to church so I'm just going to make Zera go to her tent. ))

Zera walked slowly to her tent that wasn't to far away. Looking at her you would think that she would have very feminine items around it but she actually had several different bows, arrows strown everywhere, and various other weapons. There was a black small vanity where she could do her hair and wash her face and a simple cot with deep purple blankets. A small card playing table was centered in the middle of the tent with playing cards scattered on it. Sighing she sat at the table and began to play solitaire.

Feori had been making his way back towards camp at a light sprint when he heard what sounded like falling trees. The noise made him pause, and he wondered what could possibly be doing such a thing as cutting down trees. He didn't think it was the enemy, it seemed a little too far in for it to be them. Feori decided to investigate.

Moments later he stepped out of the underbrush and into view of Kit and Chiki. He scratched the back of his head. Yup. Definitely not the enemy. "Erh...Shouldn't you be at camp..in your tents?" He questioned softly. Never mind the fact that he should also be in his own tent.

They were out of stock! Out of stock!! How could they be out of stock on ale!

Archer was not happy. All they had was some extremely diluted beer. If there wasn't some who were actually enjoying the pathetic drink, he was sorely tempted to burn the whole stand down. According to the strange feathered-something (a harpy?) that was selling the drinks, some skeleton on fire bought their entire ale supply.

...Wait, skeleton on fire?

The half-centaur face-palmed himself.

...The Gods must really, really hate him today.

Kit looked up to see Feori, pointing to Chiki, he said,"We're having a bit of an issue here actually. Just don't tell Mace! We left without asking! And you really don't want her to swing that thing at you don't you?" Another tree fell down,"You don't happen to have some food on you right now?" He asked, avoiding a tree that fell in his direction. A lot of animals were losing their homes at the moment, but none really wanted to challenge the scorpion girl.

Chiki was still crying out for food, not really noticing she was embarrassing Kit in front on Feori. She kept on going, though after a few minutes her swings became a little less violent. It still swings, but she was sitting now, almost too tired to cry.

"I don't have any food..and don't worry. I won't tell the General. I don't have permission to be out and about either.." He smiled a bit sheepishly and shrugged. Why hadn't they just gone back to camp for food? Maybe they didn't know the way? "I'm sure we can get a late supper when we get back to camp.." He looked to Chiki and gave her a kind, reassuring smile, walking right up to her. Feori turned his back to Chiki and knelt down. "I'll carry you if you're too tired to walk." The girl looked tired and Feori imagined that being lost and upset would be enough to exhaust someone. His gesture was simple and more or less self-explanatory, he would give her a piggy back ride back to camp.

The unnamed girl wakens on a cot in a tent. She asked the people around her "Where am I now?"

Samael Stared at the Three and at the one Crying for food "Food huh?.....Eh might as well try and do somthing nice" He walks down to the Three, Trying to hide his face with his hood "Is the Girl hungrey? I have a Bit of food and I dont mind sharing"

Chiki stopped crying, looking at Feori,"R-really?" She stammered, afraid. Looking at Kit quickly, she knew she was way to tired to walk, mood swings take a lot out of her. She crawled onto Feori's back, almost half asleep.
"So, hungry...." Was the last understandable thing that she mumbled, before little bits and pieces of gibberish just came out of her mouth. She was already asleep.

Kit gave Feori a smile,"Thanks, you saved me there, usually she goes on longer." He turned to Samael,"Hmm, she's asleep for now, wave the food across her nose and see if she reacts." Kit chuckled quietly, Chiki would always respond to food, but she's often the heaviest of sleepers, he really wasn't sure if she would wake up to food or not. He stood up, and dusted himself off,"This forest is pretty big, pretty easy for me and Chiki here to get lost in this thing." He joked, though it was true, the two cousins were horrible navigators.

He was reaching into his bag when the wind blew off his hood "Oh great...."

"Ah, you're awake." A masked surgeon hurried over when he saw the female wake. He motioned to one of the nurses on the other side of the tent, who quickly left to send a message over to the Special Ops, before turning back to his patient. "You are currently in the medical center. We bandaged your foot and put it in a splint as it is sprained, and you shouldn't move your head too much; you have a mild concussion from where you hit it." The surgeon said, going through his notes. "The one from the Special Operations Squad should be coming by soon, so just there until he comes over." He didn't ask why she was here, or any other questions. If it was something they should know, they would be briefed. If not, it's best to keep their mouths shut and their minds to themselves and just do their job of patching people up.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the camp, a very not-happy half-centaur was currently bickering with a flaming skeleton holding a mug of ale.

"What do you mean, you're drinking everything? That's four full barrels of Dwarven ale! All I'm asking for is one mug, I've even offered to pay for it!"

"Hey, I bought it first, it's MY ale." The demon burped, slightly dizzy from intoxication. "Have you any idea how hard it is to get decent alcohol around here, especially on the battlefield? I've been waiting weeks for this delivery!"

"Of course I know how hard- why do you think I'm here?" Archer was trying not to raise his voice, but his earlier migraine coupled with the fire demon being a stubborn prick was making it difficult. He sighed, waving a hand in frustration. "Look, I-"

"Hey, Archer," A head popped into the tent, putting the half-centaur's tirade to a halt, "There this guy from the medical section asking for ya. Something about a girl. You got a girlfriend?" The Daedroth leered, the expression appearing crooked on his reptilian face.

It took a good deal of willpower to not explode.

Several deep breaths later, Archer nodded to the talking alligator and thanked him, through gritted teeth, for delivering the message.

"Go ahead and drink yourself to death. I have to leave." He muttered to Janus, turning to leave.

Janus abruptly dropped his mug, taking no notice of its contents splashing all over the ground. "Whoa, whoa, what's this about a girl? What's going on?"

Archer pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered a silent prayer to whatever beneficial beings out there to give him patience.

"I'll tell you along the way. For two mugs...no, make that five mugs, of ale."

Janus made a rasping noise that was probably a laugh as It followed the other creature out the tent and towards the medical section. "Sure, deal."

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((...Sorry for the tl;dr. :headdesk:))

Feori had nodded when Chiki stammered out her question. He put his arms around her legs gently and slowly stood once she was on his back and he was sure she wasn't going to slip off. Then she was asleep and he chuckled softly, looking to Kit. "The forest is big..but I think I can get us back to camp." Feori gave a wary look to the man that had approached them, taking a small step back from that man when the hood fell from his head. Though Feori didn't recognize him, it sent a shiver down his spine. "Ah..Thanks for the offer, sir..but our camp isn't too far from here..I think we'll be okay." Feori shifted slightly, getting a better grip on the sleeping Chiki.

Thank god! I reach and pull a bit of bread out from my bag and hand it to the man "Here, waft it in from of her nose and she'll wake up in a second"