Greek Mythology Roleplay

Denver 
Denver snapped awake instantly, sitting up. "Jimmy." Everything's fine. Still as you left it.

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Lilly
She blinked and sat up, peering toward the entrance. Someone was silhouetted by the little light from the moon. Based on the voice, it was probably... Jimmy? Lilly rubbed at her eyes and glanced toward Denver, hoping he hadn't been woken by the noise. She watched as he shot up and stopped a groan from leaving her mouth. He finally goes to sleep and gets woken up a little bit later. Lilly looked back at Jimmy, offering him a tired wave. "Hi."

Jimmy
 "Yeah, it's me. Sorry. You guys were probably sleeping," he apologized, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "I'm just gonna go sit down now. Goodnight."
 Once he reached his chair beside Freddie's cot, he sat down heavily, his exhaustion finally getting to him. He was asleep within a matter of minutes, his head propped up by his hand.

Lilly
She waved away his apology, muttering an, "it's fine." Lilly laid back down and glanced at Denver. "Whatever you did before worked." 

Denver 
Denver nodded. "I'm surprised it did."

Kahlen 
Kahlen glanced quickly at Auberon. "You don't have to do that."

Outlaw 
Both her and the horse’s head jerked towards the infirmary at a loud crash. “What the..” she muttered, watching it for a bit. Eh, whatever. She centred herself on the mare’s back and it took off at a trot, staying to the shadows. 

Auberon
"No, but I want to do it." 

Lilly
"Do you think it would work again?"

Kahlen 
Kahlen shook her head. 

Denver
"Maybe. Only one way to find out."

Lilly
She nodded and carefully turned back to the tent wall. "Good night." 

Auberon
"So, what are we doing here exactly?"

Denver 
"'Night." Order and harmony. Straight rows, color coded and alphabetized...

Kahlen 
"No idea." Hiding from responsibility? That's not an acceptable answer. 

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Kaylee
Kaylee's head snapped up, eyes focusing on where Mason's voice had come from. "....I really don't like when we fight. Hard to believe, I know."

Mason
 "Honestly? Neither do I, but...," He sighed. "-We're us, Kaylee."

Kaylee
She laughed. "I guess knowing each other for decades can kinda put a strain on relationships, huh?"

Outlaw 
The horse galloped to the mansion, going directly through the gates with its shadowy form. It stopped in front of the door, and she dismounted, giving it a stroke before limping into the mansion, up the stairs, then climbing up the ladder to the attic. She sighed staring at the many boxes and got started on the first one. “Whiskey, carvings, no banjo” she grumbled, closing it before the bottles could tempt her again. She went over to the next, and carelessly dug through it. 

Mason
 He shrugged. "I'd say that it makes our relationship more... unique than strained, but to each his own."