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[Cooper Nathans]

Possibly his favorite place to go to after the chaos of a mission was the forest. Always one for the noisier places, Cooper finds himself oddly at home in the quiet vastness of green flora. It’s here that he ponders over his career change. Not that he really had a choice in the first place. Cooper plucked at the bandage on his forehead, the wound underneath had long stopped bleeding but had not healed. The tall unkempt grass reached to his leg and he plucked a piece to play with as he looked up at the sky. As his time with the organization draws on, he found himself reminiscing the days when he looked up at the sky without the knowledge of noahs and akumas. There was a time when things were simpler and everyone was happier.

He trekked down the hill, unwilling to watch a sky that was no longer the same. The forest waited for him at the foot of the hill. He had only ventured in a bit before, not deep enough to get lost in. Today, he decided to go further.

It took only a few hours of wandering around when Cooper recognized that he was lost. The trees that surrounded him made it impossible to see which direction HQ was. Though it’s just at the foot of the tower, this place was big enough for one to almost feel dethatched from the organization. Almost. Cooper leaned against a tree and sighed, fingering the deep etching of the cross on his glove.

“Hellooooo,” he called out, just wanting to hear the echo of his own voice in the forest.

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[ANGELINE WINDSOR]

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