Tyrannicide, I don't like you. You can't be Frap. Frap cannot be posting because Frap doesn't alliterate constantly and the Frap that I knew, didn't leap at the chance to kill innocents. You do yourself no favours. I want to speak to Frap, DIRECTLY. And if I find out he's been hurt in any manner, I'll gut you with my fingernails/
We went to the Temple. It's not unmarked as a Temple, but they have yet to find out who it is name of.
Not Kuk, that's for sure.
We went to it through a short drive, I must say, sand and wheels do not mix. But we got there in the end through some very anti-climactic driving across sand dunes that look the same as every other dune.
The temple was beautiful, all backlit by the moon. I knew and Aaron knew that it was stupid to go to the place at night, but there was just such a load of tension in the air that I think one of us may have leapt for the other's throat had we not done it.
He was there...observing once more. There's nothing that much to say really. Aaron and I went to a place, shit happened, we ran.
It's what happened back at the hotel that fucked us over.
A bunch of balloons, red, heart-shaped, inside my hotel room. On my bed.
The card, Valentines, obviously from America due to it's spelling of "color" on the back in the info box.
"Dearest, Darling Ava,
I'm coming for you, my darling Valentine."
I'm not a happy bunny.