**The Phantom Assassin**

[The Jolly Victini]

"But... you can choose your own path, can you not?" Zyra reasoned.  

[Fenrir Shade]

"That is true. And I have recently made a dramatic change in my life, veering down a path that I hope will allow me to atone for my evil deeds. The choices I made." says Fenrir, looking down to the Princess, thinking to himself how someone so small could have such a large moral standpoint. And such a philosophical viewpoint on life. He looked up to her in that aspect.  

[The Jolly Victini]

"Well, I suppose I should get going. It's getting pretty late. Good night, Fenrir." the princess said, walking off.  

[Fenrir Shade]

"Goodnight Princess Zyra. Thank you for your wisdom." says Fenrir, deciding to try and find Swift to inquire about his quarters. He tried the Throne Room, the Dinning Room, the Chamber of the Crystal Heart, everywhere he had previously visited, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Oh well, I can always sleep in the shadows." he says to himself, nestling himself between a dresser and a suit of armor.

((By the way, can the tracker not work in the Shadow Realm, considering very few know about it, much less how it works. I think that that would be an interesting turn of events. The guards searching for me, wondering where I've gone.))  

[Blue X-Tornado]

((You know what I hate? Being late because of things beyond my control. So, if it would be ok with you, i'd like to time skip my part in this rp, just to match up to where I had planned to be. If not, that's ok too.))  

[Fenrir Shade]

((Sure. Sorry for advancing without you.))  

[Blue X-Tornado]

((Nah, it's ok. Why should you have to stop for one person? It's unfair.
Anyway, what I had planned for was to have Darkflame signal lock-on to the drone, and reveal that he was sending my soul through the connection to deal with the virus. This may or may not have brought up an inquiry after he was done, as to how he could do such a thing, but he could not answer if he wanted to, because he passed out from exaustion.))  

[Fenrir Shade]

((Alright. Awesome. So he's in the infirmary now?

By the way, SM, could I petition to change the name from infirmary to Intensive Care Unit, or ICU? Because an Infirmary is a small scale medical station in temporary locations, like a camp or school. In a castle, where injuries would normally be more severe, an ICU would make more sense. Especially with what we routinely go through.))  

[The Jolly Victini]

((I take it this RP is as done as it's ever going to get?))  

[Fenrir Shade]

((Well, Fenrir and Frost are still on bad terms, while the other RPs, we're on very good terms. So first, we need to change that somehow. I mean, they're on better terms now than at the beginning, but not to the friendly standpoint as in later RPs. Not to mention Fenrir still has the tracking device on, and he is still very formal around you guys. He hasn't fully adapted to the idea of being a friend and ally. In fact, he really just thinks you're keeping him around as a type of free mercenary. And you're his employer.))  

[X_HeartofRoses_X]

((Sorry for not posting...))

Frost, unable to sleep, sat in a swing in the castle garden. She hummed to herself in the dead of night, a soft wind blowing her hair.  

[Fenrir Shade]

((It's fine. Not much has happened, so you're all good.))

Fenrir, aware of everything the shadows can touch and hear while inside the Shadow Realm, felt Frost's discomfort. He awoke, only able to fall asleep an hour prior, and debated on his next move. "Should I go and talk to her? See if she's alright? Or should I just stay here and leave her to her thoughts? If I stay here, there are no repercussions, except my conscience will play hell with me. While if I go out there, she may not want to see me, and get even more pissed at me. But if I do go out there, and I'm able to comfort her, maybe my standing will improve? Urgh! Dammit! Why do I always screw this stuff up?" he exclaims to himself. "Ah, to hell with it, I can't get much more into the gutter..." he says, materializing around the corner of the castle, out of sight of Frost, not wanting to startle her.

He hesitates, having second thoughts on his course of action. After waiting another minute, he finally turned the corner and slowly approached Frost. "Um, excuse me, Queen Macafee? Is everything alright? You seem discomforted about something." he says. He stops ten feet away, and awaits her reply.  

[Blue X-Tornado]

((My hiatus is over today, so I shall resume posting at a certain time. Timing is everything.))