OOC: Yeah, well, I'm gonna continue it a bit, considering I've made mine much longer than 3 posts...

Written under Victor's first message is a fresh post. It reads:

"Going on an ocean voyage...again. Be back in eleven days.

-- Victor"

OOC: Again, this holds some truth. I'll be cruisin' again for the next eleven days, away from all things computer... or at least, most things. Needless to say it will be difficult. Hopefully I'll be able to bring tidings of the Nintendo store in New York when I get back, since we might be stopping there along the way.

A new note has been added:

I need to spend some time away from all this. I'm traveling to the peaceful lands to the south for a little while. I've done far too much lately and must have some time of peace...so that when I return, the true fights can be overcome.

Alpha

OOC: I'm heading to Europe for three whole weeks! We leave in approximately forty minutes, and won't be back until late July 12. I have no idea if I'll have access to the internet anywhere over there - probably won't - but if I can get online, I'll check up on HA2 first.

When I return, as I've already promised several people, I'm going to work hard to get the next part of my storyline ready. Expect the prologue of Force of Gold to be up on July 27th, the one year anniversary of my joining HA2. I think everyone will like it...I mean, most everyone enjoyed Master Search, so...

See y'all later!

In a font that seems far from legible, there is a message. It appears to have been written in a great rush, and whoever wrote it must have been in quite the hurry.

Searching for a renegade Moblin in Parapa Desert. Be back in a few days.
~Blank

The message indicates that Blank Fireside will not be available for contact for the given amount of time.

OOC: Yes, the Moblin is Crascus Vihn. What other excuse could I think up? I'm going camping from the 11th (Tuesday) to the 15th (Friday) and will have absolutely no Internet access. Victor, Alpha will probably be back before I am, but you still won't be able to do anything as far as that whole thing goes. Sorry to have to leave you guys hanging for so long with nothing.

Have fun!

OOC: from this sunday, onto the next...i shall be at camp...which means a week without your favorite cleric, i know, your crushed, but bear with it adventure hard!

In a rushed and messy handwriting, as though the creator of this memo did not really care to take his time with the message, a note is scrawled. Obviously from Blank, due to the similarities to the other two messages that he had left, which were starting to tear, but the perplexing question was, why would someone need to engage the memos with their hands? Well, Blank's message read:

Gone for about a week, see everyone soon.

OOC: Yes, I'll be away camping until Saturday, again, with no internet. Laptop with wireless internet would be useful at times like these, no? XD

Anywho, see you all then. Don't get too far ahead

OOC: Hmm, perhaps I should use this thread to announce that I'll be away from the web for the weekend.

IC:
A note has been placed up. It looks like the person writing this has firm yet gentle hands.

I need some time to think about my sister. It's been troubling me lately, and being here in Hyrule isn't helping much. I should be gone for the weekend, so I hope you guys don't need me to save your Hyrulean behinds again during that time.

Yours,
Rose Hillmound

Those who know Rose very well will find it unsurprising that she knows how to write, given how much time she spends away from civilization.

Not far from the desk, you can see two people in deep discussion. One of them, a taller man, is dressed in ridiculously fashion-unenlightened attire: something like the robes of a priest crossed with a scientist's lab coat, plus a tool belt heavy with a variety of pointy metal objects. His partner has a smaller figure, slim, gender-unspecific, and watches him through a black face covering. The rest of his or her clothing is form-fitting and also black. They converse in hushed tones...

"And thisthisthisthis new patient... unlike anythingthing, thing I've seen. Not even mymy dreams could'v'v'v... he was eveveven too far gone to tell me, me, me what happened. Truly remarkable, truly remarkablers..."

"Gakk."

...But not hushed enough for you to overhear, of course.

"I'm youyouyouyusing every trick in the book, or, hahahahaha, ha, not in the book, to save the g'g'guy... but still, he'll be here, here, here'ah, for a longgg... thyme, get it?"

"Gakk."

You wonder what they're talking about...
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OOC: Sorry I have to leave so fast without a proper goodbye, but all will be better explained as time goes on (a major hint is that this post follows the events in the Assassin thread, "Ring of Fire"). However, I'm actually going to be away from the Internet (and thus, HA2) for two months starting, well... today. My plane leaves in some six hours. I'll be back November 11th, so... do take care, you all. I'll miss you guys.

OOC: I'll be gone for the weekend. See ya Sun or Mon.

Since I'm sure that noone has noticed, Hawk is grounded off the computer, save for school.

"Gone to the Lost Woods with FyrFli.
The Hawk."

A new note hangs by a pin on the wall.

'Heading out for a while to meditate. If any Hakiems come around, tell them that I've gone to drown myself in the Great Sea and don't want them stopping by to try and find my remains. That oughta keep them confused and off my back.'

OOC: Fourth of July and all that . . . just like Draug, I'm going to be gone for a full week. However, this isn't fun travel stuff that I'm doing . . . I'll be working the entire time.

It promises to be a rather boring and annoying experience. Happy 4th of July to all us Americans. And to those who aren't . . . well, good for you, I guess.

A tattered note hangs flimsily from the board; it seemed as though the man who had set it there had not taken very good care of it on his way to the desk. This was likely due to one too many drinks, but one can never judge a man's behavior unless he sees it for himself. Blank's note read, in plain, black ink:

I'm making a trek around Northern Hyrule, from the castle to the flats, and then from the flats to the Woods. Might even wander the vast drifts of Parapa, you never know. Now, since I'm a nomad, these long voyages are pretty common, and I pretty much go on this exact excursion every week. So why leave a note this time? It just feels like some higher being being is doing it for me, y'know?"

A scratchy signature is drawn underneath the note, in a more cursive writing. It would be hard to tell that Blank had written this note, but those who knew the nomad would know it was so.

OOC: Gone to Darien Lake for a week. See you all on Friday

A piece of paper flaps in the breeze as you enter, with a messy scrawling of a note on it. There are many backwards letters and misspelled words--surely the writer of the note didn't specialize in the written language.

Wel, even thoh eye kood knot make it last tyme, my innur idiet desited too try and clime Noo Peek agin. If eye m knot bak in three daze, look four my bodee at the foot of the montin.

--Sabertache, Tantaree mersineree extrordenair

OOC:....

....



Wow, that's even more illegible than I planned. Well, for the benefit of HNS' allergies to n00bspeak, I'm heading to Utah to catch a Demolition Derby I'll be gone over the weekend, so see you guys Monday or so.

...

and no, if I'm not back by then, don't go looking for my body in Utah.

A note with an odd message catches your eyes.

Well, Feet has somehow crashed his computer. The poor bloke is illiterate when it comes to technical matters such as these, so he's just going to say his laptop was an unfaithful whore. There is another computer he can use, but it's crappy. Really crappy. It was probably the computer the laptop slept with, according to him. So unfortunately, he's putting my adventures at HA2 on hiatus until he kills his laptop and either gets a new one or finds a more reliable way to make "pwnsome" posts that would put Alpha to shame (I'll DOOM him for you, Alpha). If you want me, I'll be back in Saria Town helping my dad in his greenhouse. Oh, wait, you all can't get to South Hyrule yet. Well, Feet says it's your fault for being lazy bums and not replying to the Gohma fight topic.

Sincerely,

Sheila Rantil

OOC: *blows off dust from the topic; sneezes because said dust irritated the nose* Well, it's more pseudo-IC than IC, but hopefully you all will get a chuckle or two from it. Try not to start on FoG IX while I'm gone; or if you do, try not to get to a point where Sheila can't jump in.

With school starting back up again, I will be on about half my usual time. A post or two a week will probably be norm for me, so don't think I have abandoned everyone here!

Peace out.