*Wakes up.... again.*

"Gah!!! I must have been tired..."

*Dion sees Nasas getting up and running off.*

"H-hey! Wait up!"

*Dion jumps to his feet and notices something in his pocket. He reaches in and pulles out several golden apples.*

"Where did these come from? Well, no time now."

*Dion chases after Nasas, bearly able to keep up with the elf's speed.*

"I guess you feel better!"

*Dion draws his Ragnarok and holds it behind him ready to strike should he run into any undead.*

"Maybe I'm wrong, but there seem to be more footprints here than there are people in our group... ah well."






"Whenever I see the fluffy petals of a dandelion, I always think--"
"That it would be great if you could fly like that?"
"No, that it would itch if the fluff got into my ear."

~Gardenia and Kite, .hack//Infection
AIM:RagnarokWielder1
DC:Dion's Revenge