Idalani Falls was a charming, relaxing area. During the day, many couples came to the Falls in order to spend some quality time, and even single pets and humans came to hopefully make friends or even find the love of their life. It was a place renowned for being beautiful and in touch with nature, having barely any kind of building or modern, city-like characteristics. It was the perfect area for a family outing for a nice picnic, or just to spend some quality time with the kids.
Nighttime was usual quieter, with very few visitors. It was still a romantic area, but it couldn't quite match the level and intensity of daytime Idalani. Many favoured the early and afternoon hours of the day for a visit, whereas many returned home once nighttime rolled around.
Of course, some families found the night of Idalani to be more charming and relaxing than the boasting, loud daylight.
A small adult woman was hunched over a tent, which she'd just finished setting up. She was dressed in rather formal clothes: black pants with a black button blouse, with a small sleeve-less jacket on top that had been left open and unbuttoned. The most fascinating aspect of the otherwise dark and plain outfit was the tie, which wasn't all that common for women to wear. It was primarily red, with tints of white, grey and black all around in the paisley design. Her long white hair, with a characteristic curl at the front and a few select spiky hairs at the top, stood as a stark contrast to her black outfit. She carried a rather sinister ring to her hand, and finally, a small but long scar could be easily seen crossing from one eye to the next on her face. The final noteworthy characteristic about her was the fact that she had pale skin and red eyes, which matched her white hair perfectly, being that she was an albino.
Straightening up, the woman wiped her forehead and sighed. "I can't even remember the last time I assembled a tent," she said to herself, crossing her arms and taking a look around now that she was done. "Henry?" she called out, trying to find the bearer of the name in the dark forest area.
Shortly after calling out, a young adult male appeared from the trees, humming a creepy tune to himself. He wasn't all that much bigger or taller than the woman, but he did look somewhat similar to her. He had shorter hair, but the white color was almost the same as his partner's. He wore clothes that were far the style of the woman's more formal outfit, instead wearing a more mage-like attire. A long cape was attached to his neck by a peculiar collar with even more peculiar symbols, and his light grey shirt was matched with two black sleeves that stretched across his arms. Two gold bracelets adorned his wrists, and his outfit ended with tight black pants that were slightly covered up by a purple cloth wrapped around his waist in a very specific manner. While one was more sophisticated, one was more mysterious and dark-looking.
"Hey-o, Negative!" the young man called out joyfully as he stopped next to his female partner, a big happy grin on his face. "You called?"
"Henry, where even were you?" Negative asked indignantly, giving him a look.
"Nya ha! I was just hunting," Henry answered with a bone-chilling chuckle, that grin not disappearing from his face at all. "I love it when it gets dark. Spooky!" he added, again answering with a creepy little laugh.
Of course, Negative was already used to her partner's rather unsettling and questionable behaviour, enough that it didn't faze her. "Wait, so did you find something to eat?" While hunting hadn't really been on her mind at this hour, it had been a long time since she'd eaten game. Not to mention that it almost sounded unlikely, considering how safe and relaxing Idalani was renowned to be.
"Of course! It was good shooting practice too!" Henry answered cheerfully, chuckling lightly. "I found the biggest bear in the whole area! Now all we have to figure out is how to carry it back here."
"What? But how are we going to carry a bear all the way back to the tent?" Negative questioned, although the idea to eat bear was exciting, if nothing else. Bear was one of the first meats she'd ever tried, and it had left an impact on her, in a good way.
"I have no idea! Maybe I can summon some undead forces to carry it back here?" Henry proposed, the chilling suggestion said with a happy grin and a most gleeful expression and tone.
"You're not summoning anything, Henry," Negative answered quickly, raising an eyebrow at him. "... Stop trying to talk your way into that," she added after a short pause, shooting him a look that left the man entirely unfazed. "Maybe Mark can help. We should be able to drag it back here if we work together," she proposed, turning around afterwards to call out to their final partner. "Mark! ... Mark?" she called out, but with no answer. "Henry, where's Mark?"
"Not a clue! Maybe he found a bear too?" Henry joked, once again letting out the same blood-curdling chuckle as he'd done earlier.
With a sigh, Negative started heading towards the forest in the opposite direction Henry had come from. "He can't be too far from here," she guessed, making her way deeper into the small, dark forest. "Stay here while I—"
But before she could ask Henry to watch their small camp area, the man was already shadowing her. "Nope, I'm coming along. I don't want to miss out on all the spooky fun!"
Sighing, Negative looked over her shoulder at the one she, against all odds, called her husband. "Sometimes, I realize I liked you better when you were obedient and did as you were told."
"Nya ha! I know, right? But it's like that day when I proposed: sometimes I totally take the initiative!" Henry chuckled as he creeped ever closer to the one he, too, against all odds, called his wife.
"Then let's continue that way and find Morgan quickly," Negative answered, turning back to face right in front of her. "He shouldn't be too far."
Meanwhile, a few feet away from the couple was a young-looking lad with too much curiosity to spare.
"Hmm... Now where did it go?"
The young boy shared the white hair of the couple. He was shorter than the two and wore simple clothes that seemed to match both styles. While he wore but simple pants and a simple beige shirt, he also wore a large purple cloak on top of him that adorned the same uncanny marks on Henry's collar. His whole appearance was very much like the two, and he had another striking characteristic: he was an albino, just like Negative. Against all odds, the boy was just a few years younger than the couple, but through an incredible and farfetched string of events, he was still considered as being their son. The fact he'd come from the future from an unknown event was irrelevant to their lineage. The couple considered the boy as their son, and the child considered the two as his real parents, despite all odds.
He'd strayed from the two after being distracted by a flashing bug. Bugs were one of Mark's favorite things, and the thought of seeing a firefly around these parts was exciting. Not only that, seeing one meant there just had to be more! All he needed to do was find them. If he could bring a few back to his parents, it would probably be exciting to have a bunch of fireflies flash about around their small campsite.
"Genius, Mark," the boy praised himself quickly, letting out a proud little chuckle, almost similar to his father's. "But where did it go? I lost track of it... Hmm, and it's getting darker already," he continued to talk to himself, although the darkness didn't stop the boy from continuing to go deeper and deeper into the forest. He didn't seem scared or even worried about what he could potentially find: that was the advantage of being the child of two military-oriented parents, and having experienced combat firsthand.
Nighttime was usual quieter, with very few visitors. It was still a romantic area, but it couldn't quite match the level and intensity of daytime Idalani. Many favoured the early and afternoon hours of the day for a visit, whereas many returned home once nighttime rolled around.
Of course, some families found the night of Idalani to be more charming and relaxing than the boasting, loud daylight.
A small adult woman was hunched over a tent, which she'd just finished setting up. She was dressed in rather formal clothes: black pants with a black button blouse, with a small sleeve-less jacket on top that had been left open and unbuttoned. The most fascinating aspect of the otherwise dark and plain outfit was the tie, which wasn't all that common for women to wear. It was primarily red, with tints of white, grey and black all around in the paisley design. Her long white hair, with a characteristic curl at the front and a few select spiky hairs at the top, stood as a stark contrast to her black outfit. She carried a rather sinister ring to her hand, and finally, a small but long scar could be easily seen crossing from one eye to the next on her face. The final noteworthy characteristic about her was the fact that she had pale skin and red eyes, which matched her white hair perfectly, being that she was an albino.
Straightening up, the woman wiped her forehead and sighed. "I can't even remember the last time I assembled a tent," she said to herself, crossing her arms and taking a look around now that she was done. "Henry?" she called out, trying to find the bearer of the name in the dark forest area.
Shortly after calling out, a young adult male appeared from the trees, humming a creepy tune to himself. He wasn't all that much bigger or taller than the woman, but he did look somewhat similar to her. He had shorter hair, but the white color was almost the same as his partner's. He wore clothes that were far the style of the woman's more formal outfit, instead wearing a more mage-like attire. A long cape was attached to his neck by a peculiar collar with even more peculiar symbols, and his light grey shirt was matched with two black sleeves that stretched across his arms. Two gold bracelets adorned his wrists, and his outfit ended with tight black pants that were slightly covered up by a purple cloth wrapped around his waist in a very specific manner. While one was more sophisticated, one was more mysterious and dark-looking.
"Hey-o, Negative!" the young man called out joyfully as he stopped next to his female partner, a big happy grin on his face. "You called?"
"Henry, where even were you?" Negative asked indignantly, giving him a look.
"Nya ha! I was just hunting," Henry answered with a bone-chilling chuckle, that grin not disappearing from his face at all. "I love it when it gets dark. Spooky!" he added, again answering with a creepy little laugh.
Of course, Negative was already used to her partner's rather unsettling and questionable behaviour, enough that it didn't faze her. "Wait, so did you find something to eat?" While hunting hadn't really been on her mind at this hour, it had been a long time since she'd eaten game. Not to mention that it almost sounded unlikely, considering how safe and relaxing Idalani was renowned to be.
"Of course! It was good shooting practice too!" Henry answered cheerfully, chuckling lightly. "I found the biggest bear in the whole area! Now all we have to figure out is how to carry it back here."
"What? But how are we going to carry a bear all the way back to the tent?" Negative questioned, although the idea to eat bear was exciting, if nothing else. Bear was one of the first meats she'd ever tried, and it had left an impact on her, in a good way.
"I have no idea! Maybe I can summon some undead forces to carry it back here?" Henry proposed, the chilling suggestion said with a happy grin and a most gleeful expression and tone.
"You're not summoning anything, Henry," Negative answered quickly, raising an eyebrow at him. "... Stop trying to talk your way into that," she added after a short pause, shooting him a look that left the man entirely unfazed. "Maybe Mark can help. We should be able to drag it back here if we work together," she proposed, turning around afterwards to call out to their final partner. "Mark! ... Mark?" she called out, but with no answer. "Henry, where's Mark?"
"Not a clue! Maybe he found a bear too?" Henry joked, once again letting out the same blood-curdling chuckle as he'd done earlier.
With a sigh, Negative started heading towards the forest in the opposite direction Henry had come from. "He can't be too far from here," she guessed, making her way deeper into the small, dark forest. "Stay here while I—"
But before she could ask Henry to watch their small camp area, the man was already shadowing her. "Nope, I'm coming along. I don't want to miss out on all the spooky fun!"
Sighing, Negative looked over her shoulder at the one she, against all odds, called her husband. "Sometimes, I realize I liked you better when you were obedient and did as you were told."
"Nya ha! I know, right? But it's like that day when I proposed: sometimes I totally take the initiative!" Henry chuckled as he creeped ever closer to the one he, too, against all odds, called his wife.
"Then let's continue that way and find Morgan quickly," Negative answered, turning back to face right in front of her. "He shouldn't be too far."
Meanwhile, a few feet away from the couple was a young-looking lad with too much curiosity to spare.
"Hmm... Now where did it go?"
The young boy shared the white hair of the couple. He was shorter than the two and wore simple clothes that seemed to match both styles. While he wore but simple pants and a simple beige shirt, he also wore a large purple cloak on top of him that adorned the same uncanny marks on Henry's collar. His whole appearance was very much like the two, and he had another striking characteristic: he was an albino, just like Negative. Against all odds, the boy was just a few years younger than the couple, but through an incredible and farfetched string of events, he was still considered as being their son. The fact he'd come from the future from an unknown event was irrelevant to their lineage. The couple considered the boy as their son, and the child considered the two as his real parents, despite all odds.
He'd strayed from the two after being distracted by a flashing bug. Bugs were one of Mark's favorite things, and the thought of seeing a firefly around these parts was exciting. Not only that, seeing one meant there just had to be more! All he needed to do was find them. If he could bring a few back to his parents, it would probably be exciting to have a bunch of fireflies flash about around their small campsite.
"Genius, Mark," the boy praised himself quickly, letting out a proud little chuckle, almost similar to his father's. "But where did it go? I lost track of it... Hmm, and it's getting darker already," he continued to talk to himself, although the darkness didn't stop the boy from continuing to go deeper and deeper into the forest. He didn't seem scared or even worried about what he could potentially find: that was the advantage of being the child of two military-oriented parents, and having experienced combat firsthand.