At World's End {Private Group}

[Malverne]

"Word is that there's a safe harbor there," Charles said, "A civilization that was either left intact because of its remote location, or pieced back together. And a real civilization too, not just a small group of people surviving. They're just rumors, but I've heard more than a few." That was true enough. Charles had run across a few groups while chasing Malcolm, and had gotten it into his head to bring the boy there. Maybe a real civilization would have real law enforcement. Malcolm certainly needed it.

"Why do you ask?"

((I'd write something for Mal right now, but he's still frozen, and I don't know how well just writing his mental yelling would go...))

[Malfise]

"Yeah, I've heard bits and rumors," Tony shrugged. "Never took 'em too serious, though. Mainly cuz I didn't think there was any point. My chances of making it across the deserts on my own are less than a fly making it across a crick durin' spawnin' season*." He snorted, spat at the ground. "We'd have a better chance at makin' it if we went as a group."


[*Don't call me on this.]