<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d9/5e/74/d95e74b4f84e6e1b7385dbf3e651e596.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Peter Pan<br/><strong>Alias</strong>Little Flying Eagle, Pete/Petey<br/><strong>Location</strong>Training Chamber<br/><strong>Time</strong>Evening: Two Months Ago<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>Naught but a jaunty green cap with a red feather in it.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>El<br/><hr/><br/>Pete<em>gasped</em>and coughed, but much less than before, only able to weakly struggle as El forced her way into his throat again. When she finally stopped he pulled off her with a sigh. "You can just tell me this stuff... you don't have to keep forcing me." he complains weakly, "I can't practice if you keep making me do new things."