The Plan
Zephon had been in Zoë's attic for at least two days. He seemed to have sorted out a plan, but he kept looking out the window to make sure it was a good idea.
Zephon: Hmm? *Looking at the paper with his plan on, then looking back out of the window* Yes this might work. If we come from here to there.
Zoë: *Came up with a glass of blood, (Don't ask how she got some) and some more bandages* How's that plan coming on?
Zephon: *Talks while walking to the bed then sitting on it* I've got a plan, but it's doing it right.
Zoë: *Taking the bandages off Zephon* Do you want me to get you anything?
Zephon: Well, for this plan to work, I would need to wear the same armour that the Sarafan wear.
Zoë: I'll see what I can do, but they would think it's weird and a good question for them to ask me about why I need it. *Finally takes off the last of the bandages* your chest is still burnt, but it's not as bad as it was when I found you.
Zephon: That's good, as long it has healed a bit, then that okay with me.
Zoë: *Putting the fresh bandages on him* Well as long as it is healing as it is at the moment, then you'll be fine.
Zephon: *Taking a ship of the glass of blood* so are you saying you may not be able to get me some armour?
Zoë: Fade so. *Finishing putting the bandages on Zephon* I mean they don't just give stuff like that to anyone you know.
Zephon: Then I would just have to get some another way.
Zoë: What have you got at the moment?
Zephon: This. *Hands Zoë his paper*
Zoë: Wow! You sure have planed it well.
Zephon: Yeah, but now I'm going to have to think of another way to get armour.
Zoë: Could you just nick it off someone?
Zephon: Yeah, but that would mean find someone who has it in my size. But that might work. *He makes the final details to his plan* will do this tomorrow night when no one will expect it.
Zephon had been in Zoë's attic for at least two days. He seemed to have sorted out a plan, but he kept looking out the window to make sure it was a good idea.
Zephon: Hmm? *Looking at the paper with his plan on, then looking back out of the window* Yes this might work. If we come from here to there.
Zoë: *Came up with a glass of blood, (Don't ask how she got some) and some more bandages* How's that plan coming on?
Zephon: *Talks while walking to the bed then sitting on it* I've got a plan, but it's doing it right.
Zoë: *Taking the bandages off Zephon* Do you want me to get you anything?
Zephon: Well, for this plan to work, I would need to wear the same armour that the Sarafan wear.
Zoë: I'll see what I can do, but they would think it's weird and a good question for them to ask me about why I need it. *Finally takes off the last of the bandages* your chest is still burnt, but it's not as bad as it was when I found you.
Zephon: That's good, as long it has healed a bit, then that okay with me.
Zoë: *Putting the fresh bandages on him* Well as long as it is healing as it is at the moment, then you'll be fine.
Zephon: *Taking a ship of the glass of blood* so are you saying you may not be able to get me some armour?
Zoë: Fade so. *Finishing putting the bandages on Zephon* I mean they don't just give stuff like that to anyone you know.
Zephon: Then I would just have to get some another way.
Zoë: What have you got at the moment?
Zephon: This. *Hands Zoë his paper*
Zoë: Wow! You sure have planed it well.
Zephon: Yeah, but now I'm going to have to think of another way to get armour.
Zoë: Could you just nick it off someone?
Zephon: Yeah, but that would mean find someone who has it in my size. But that might work. *He makes the final details to his plan* will do this tomorrow night when no one will expect it.