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 Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 12:50 am
Purple Tent
Herryk's brows drew together in a frown at her words. Pack? Perplexed, Herryk wasn't sure what to make of that comment. Maybe it could be blamed on the medicine, or the aftershocks of the trauma that they'd been through. Herryk didn't know, and he wasn't sure that now was the time to ask.
Reaching forward to trace her jaw with a finger, Herryk remained silent. Maybe he should wait until she dozed off before picking her up. Then again... maybe one little question wouldn't matter. If she gave a coherent enough answer, it might put his mind at ease. After all, she had just recently arrived at school, and after the things that they'd said to one another in the couch room, Herryk would be lying if he said he wasn't worried about Freya suddenly changing her mind... suddenly leaving Amityville -- and him -- behind.
"Packing?" Herryk tried to keep his voice light. "Does Freya mean unpacking?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 12:51 am
Purple Tent((Entering!)) Seiji ignored the bogeymen as they passed through the yard outside the house, and moved silently towards the portal, eagerly stepping through. The second he slid out the other side and into Halloween the boil felt a tiny bit better. He was still hurt, as was the ghoul in his arms. Everything had still gone horribly wrong and resulted in loss and tragedy, but they were home. He wasn't one for breathing, but his chest rose and fell in a relieved sigh as he took in the sight of the gym and and the tents within. He followed the signs, reading as he moved past them, until they reached the purple tent. He lay Junko down on the first open cot he came to, bending low to lay a kiss on her forehead before straightening. Her hair was still curled around him, and carefully swept it away from him. At this point it was pretty damn obvious the boil wasn't wearing anything, but he was quick to grab a sheet of the cot beside her, wrapping it around his waist and tucking the corners snugly. He hadn't really cared about being nude, all things considered there were far bigger things to worry about, but now that they were home a little modesty was in order. Gingerly he brushed his fingers along her arm near where the material of her bracer had melted against her. Her injuries had been obvious from the start, but he hadn't let himself think about them until now, and the sight of the burns made his chest tight. He had to swallow before he could speak. "Cricket will be here soon, and she'll fix you up," Black fingers smoothed through her hair as he glanced around for said specter. "Good as new."
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 12:52 am
(( kind of turning red- NOPE STILL PURPLE tent )) W-what...?! What was--?! Being home was already full of surprises! The hug on it's own was enough of a shock, but to feel his lips on what was left of hers was just... what. It only blindsided her for a moment or two, giving her just enough time to return the gesture before he ended it all flustered-like. Kisses were an expression of thanks-giving, right? As in Thank Jack you're still alive, of course; just after surviving an incredibly dangerous thing seemed to be the only time she had ever received one after all! With this mindset (which she would hopefully be corrected on asap) she felt returning it was the least she could do... But that mysterious tightening in the pits of her stomach, now that was a new feeling. Mysterious bats in her stomach were mysterious. Perhaps a side effect from the battlefield...? "..." She stared at him as he tended to her leg. There was something important she was trying to gt through to him earlier...hrm, what was it? The shock of the hug and kiss was enough to make her forget for a time, but when she recalled it, her backwards hands moved to grip the one stitching her thigh, pressing tightly in hopes to get him to stop. " Please," Amrita started, putting a strange sort of desperate emphasis on the word. " Please look after yourself, Chris...s-stitch me later, just...please...?" Mysterious bats and the like were tossed aside for pure concern.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 12:53 am
Blue Tent
So it was Willow then? Bul let out a flustered sigh before his face turned sour and for a brief moment he clenched the edge of the cot. "Riley I-" he began then whipped his head a bit - regretting it of course - and nearly glared at her.
A moment of silence passed as if he were mad at her for even bringing it up. She probably had enough of a scope of the field trip now that he felt guilty for even saying something she may have already heard at least thrice from the other students.
All would explain itself when the half beast crossed his arms and leaned forwards to remember explicit details from the 'vision' he'd received by the QB. At first he remembered its face, a sudden series of flashes played through his train of thought.
First the OwO expression, frozen against pitch black shadows then the blinding light of the bars he touched. There were no markings on his hands that would entail this ever even happened though, an observation that may not even have been made. Yelling, screaming, nothing coherent but Riley's figure could be seen in brief frames in which she was tugged this way and that.
Like trying to remember a dream it was hard for him to reach each vivid detail enough for her to possibly experience. Nothing came out clear at all and at the point that she was 'shut into the machine' he had to stop as he just started to WEEP into his ******** why did she even-" he sputtered.
Malodore had been momentarily washed out. When it asked about his leg he didn't even respond. "It... hurts just..." Realizing it was trying to tend to him professionally he shook his head. "Uhm.. it hurts right... heaaagh-"
Under his calf was a scar where the exam injury had occurred and just over it was a couple splotches where new bumps had bruised.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 12:56 am
Purple Tent
"Hah, no." She giggled, reaching up and rubbing one of her eyes sleepily. "I did alls of my unpackings already, now I has to packs. To goes home. I didn't thinks I would be goings back so soon, but.." She yawned, her mouth opening wide, before letting her hair fall against her face.
"I hates packings. Maybe I just goes home with nothings. Leave everythings here."
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 12:58 am
Purple Tent!
This was probably simultaneously the best and worst place for Shehk to have been at that point.
There was a flash of energy as Nuk stepped through the door, carrying the slightly-limp Pricollici in his arms, the portal behind them snapping shut once again as soon as his bare feet touched the smooth wood of the gym. Lifting his gaze, the skinwalker paused in front of the doorway, molten amber eyes sweeping over the suddenly-transformed area, having no more energy to be surprised. The gym was a familiar place for him -- as a monster, he was a power-type by very nature, and as a shapeshifter this counted doubly so. With seemingly boundless energy, he'd needed a place to expend it, and the gym had been the perfect place. It'd kept his attendance in his other classes far higher than they had been, his restlessness mostly quelled by the physical activity, likely one of the reasons he'd been able to make it to year two (along with the 'encouragement' of his friends.) Seeing it now, that knot in his stomach twisted a little, muscles clenching a little at how Red's domain had been transformed.
Holding Shehk a little closer, Nuk took a few steps away from the doors towards the tents, peering at the signs with the instructions in search of the right one for the ghoul in his arms. It took nearly a full revolution, but he finally arrived at the Purple tent, a quick check confirming this was where they wanted to be, and he lifted a hand to push open the flap to step inside. Within, it seemed a lot of the other students were in same positions they were -- broken bones, stitches, and a lot of burns, most of which were fairly serious in nature. Looking around for a second, the skinwalker meandered between the cots before he found an open one, sitting down on it with Shehk still in his lap. Part of him wondered if perhaps he shouldn't lay her down on it, but in the end he decided against it, instead keeping her close. He wasn't sure, but he thought that that was likely best, for now. He didn't want her to get any ideas that he was gone.
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 1:02 am
Purple tent
Herryk felt the waves of dread crash over him. Why had he thought that asking her to become his ghoulfriend in the couch room would be a good idea? It was obvious that she was planning on leaving the school. How could he blame her? This field trip had been nightmare upon nightmare, and Herryk felt stupid for thinking that she'd want to stay enrolled at Amityville after going through such a horrible event.
Still, it didn't stop his chest from constricting and his throat from tightening. He'd probably leave, too, if he had somewhere else to go. He had to ask, though, despite realizing that a smarter boil would just take her back to his dorm and cut his losses for what they were.
"Ahh... Freya is... going home?" He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck with a broad hand. "Has Freya... decided that school is not the place for her, hmm?" There was a bitter taste in his mouth.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 1:04 am
Green TentWillow paused her back was turned towards JD when his question sounded and her ears fell back as her eyes widened. He didn't know? She made a noise before looking at him. "You were standing here when I recounted what happened. This is not a happy occasion. Look around boil. There are ghouls here barely able to hold themselves together, the extent of the injuries... Are you blinded by your own princess ego that you don't see this?"
Her eyes narrowed as she walked around him. "This is not a field trip, this almost turned into a death trap for us." She paused, "When I first got here I thought the same thing you did. Oh it'll be fun."
She paused, "Sure there were fun times... you could say they were a blast." Her fingers twitched as she moved. "But you know what, we were ambushed. There were some of us that were trapped like rats. There's a reason some of our own are burned or barely able to move." The tiger stilled in front of the demon and she whispered, "We were attacked by humans, one of the teachers gave their life to save us. So stop being a drama queen and be more sensitive to those that really are hurt."
"It's not always about you." She added in a normal voice before leaving JD and finding a spot on the floor to sit so she could close her eyes. She was twitching a bit but she was working on blocking everyone else out and trying to calm down. She knew being a ball of fire at this point wasn't going to do anyone any good.((I'm going to be going to bed. Assume Willow isn't responding to anyone else at this point while she cools off.))
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 1:05 am
Blue Tent
As will I, Riley agreed privately to Malodore. Her attention focused solely on Bul then, and her expression went through a kaleidoscope of changes. Stoic calm was brushed away in the wake of confusion, dread, and lastly the pure, bone-deep horror of seeing herself in Bul's visions.
Her future, perhaps?
Horror was now replaced with cold, determined animosity.
Not likely.
Riley carefully put one arm around Bul's shoulders as he wept, pressing her chin against his hair. I'm sorry. If I had known, for one moment, that I was asking you to relive something that hurt you so, I never would have..
She trailed off as she considered herself for a moment, before continuing on a new path.
It was just an illusion. A false one, at that. Her body shook slightly as if she had chuckled. Those humans, those hunters will have bit off more than they could chew if they wanted to take me.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 1:10 am
Purple Tent
Freya opened one eye, looking up at Herryk with a tolerated sort of annoyance, and she snorted weakly.
"What yeh goings on abouts, baby boil?" She murmured, her voice still thick with exhaustion. "I has to goes home for my stupid sisters wedding. It's comings up, and I don't even knows if I will be ables to move, let alones pack. Hey.. maybes I cans use this as an excuse.."
Ah, the idea of skipping that dreaded wedding sounded divine. Almost made all of this worth it.
"Besides," She snapped her attention back to him, and gave him a bratty face. "I can't leaves school for goods now. What wills my boilfriend think?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 1:13 am
PURPLE TENT((Entering!)) At some point Junko had fallen asleep in Seiji's arms, her burned face pressed against his cool skin and the temporary pouch full of Red's ashes hugged safely against her equally as burned chest. Her hair stayed wrapped securely around herself and Seiji, however. That was The Mistress' doing for once. It wasn't until Junko was placed down onto a cot that she awoke with a soft groan, eyes opening just slightly, enough to see they...were not on the place they had been when she fell asleep. No. They...they were in the gym. Red's gym. Her eyes opened wide and she sat up with a start, nearly falling over in her hurry to do so. She groaned and held her head as a result, her other hand clutching the cot to keep herself sitting up and balanced. What the hell. How did they...why were they in the gym? "Where are we..?" Junko asked, her voice still hoarse but sounding a little better from when they had been on the battlefield. She hugged the pouch of ashes and horn remnant. "Why here? Why here?" She whined, trying not to start crying all over again. Why the gym? Was this some kind of sick joke?! Seiji's fingers brushed her arm and she looked up at him, her eyes wide with panic. This wasn't funny. She wanted out! OUT! She slowly shook her head at the mention of needing to stay here, her chest heaving with shallowed breaths. "N-NO!" Her voice came out louder than she intended, and though it wasn't noticeable with the burns on her face her cheeks flushed with embarrassment before she attempted to lower her voice. "Nononono! I don't want to be in here please n-no please not here anywhere b-but here no please no not the gym please.." Junko whimpered, closing her eyes and tilting her head into Seiji's cool touch. She loved how he felt to begin with but right now his skin felt especially refreshing. She was all for healing but...no. Not here. Why here? No. No. No. No.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 1:15 am
JD bit his lip, then grimaced, as the other ghoul recounted her tale. He had honestly had no idea - he'd hardly been paying attention to anything besides Boxers since he'd entered the room. Well, that and avoiding appointed tasks. In fact, this whole first day had been nothing but him avoiding everything. It's not always about you.That hurt, for some reason, more than anything else. How was he supposed to know all these things?! A voice in his head reprimanded him almost instantly. If you'd been listening, you'd know. You've just been too busy pouting over having to come to this school in the first place. What must they think of you now, hot shot? He glared at Willow, and started to open his mouth - but instead just stormed out of the room. He'd never admit it, but he felt ashamed. Embarrassment and anger fought for place across his features. ((JD is exiting Green Tent (rejoice!) ))
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 1:16 am
Purple Tent! - No Goddesses Attached
Oh Jack, the gym.....
Shehk turned her face back into the skinwalker's shoulder after she took a look at where it was they were. The Gym, the gym..it didn't look like Red's gym anymore. It was very heartbreaking, yet the implication that once again the werewolf's domain had been broken to care for the students was the worst of all. She knew that the gym would not be able to remain the same forever with the werewolf's passing, but... well, she wasn't really sure she liked how suddenly it had been cleared out for this sort of situation. She could feel the reaction from the skinwalker and she looked up at him, her ears drooping slightly though she said nothing. It upset him too, didn't it?
As the tents were looked over, she attempted to glance in to all of them, getting a feel of what exactly had happened to everybody, but mostly wanting to see who was where. She noticed the unicorn in one of them, waving to Toby as they passed by the green tent, though she said nothing. In blue, she saw nobody. Was this a fortunate or an unfortunate sign? It also looked like only one person was underneath the red one. No, everybody was to be found in the purple tent. Just how many were in there was realized as Nuk moved through the cots and took a seat upon one.
It felt like everybody was in there.
Once the skinwalker was settled, she moved into a more comfortable position, goraning as she moved. The FEAR in the air was refreshing, but...she just ached all over and part of her wanted to just..go to sleep. Was she exhausted, or did she have a serious head injury to warrant her normal insomnia abandoning her? Either way, she took the opportunity to peel off her ruined team jacket, just letting it drop to the floor. It was charred and bloody, remnants of the burn on her back clinging to the fabric as permanent trophies. Once it was removed, she again leaned back against the skinwalker, pressing her forehead against the side of his head and sighing.
"You don't have to stay here if you don't want to, Nuk." she whispered to him, though she didn't sound..too excited about the idea of him leaving either.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 1:17 am
Blue TentMalodore flinched suddenly at the wave of emotion - first from Bul, then backlashed from Riley. It was very much like being hit by a literal wave of water, then smacked into the shore, and the sensation left the plague doctor feeling winded. Hurriedly, it detached itself from the empathic sensations. Fear, horror, helplessness... no, no, it didn't need to feel those things right now... but oh, it was worried. What was that, mia cara? it projected to Riley, anxiously. Protectively. Back to the patient. Yes. It had to focus. The plague doctor stared down at the leg again. "Yes," it said aloud. "It appears to be the old injury, aggravated, and bruising only. Some of the salve will help. I will bind it for now; be gentle with it and do not push yourself." It applied the painkiller, then tightly wrapped the injury site. Now. The burns... it had no idea what to do with them. Other than the salve in the other tent. "I genuinely belief you should seek aid for the burns, Bul," it said, awkwardly. "They are severe. I believe I have treated your other injuries sufficiently so you need only see Nurse Cricket for the burns. It will make them far less painful and much less likely to scar. Per favore? I do not have the medicines here to treat them." King Inversitle Going to bed after this, feel free to work around Mal if you need to!!
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 1:18 am
Purple Tent
Herryk narrowed his eyes at Freya, crossing his arms over his chest while he mulled over what she'd said. It was hard for him to tell if she was toying with him. At that final little bratty dig, Herryk groaned and rose to his feet.
"Freya's boilfriend would chase her down," Herryk grunted, bending at the waist to scoop her up ever so gently in his arms. He carefully edged around the bustling students and healers that wandered here and there, finally making his way from the tent.
"Now, Herryk is taking Freya to her dorm," he mumbled in her ear, "and Freya will not be packing anything because Herryk will do it for her." It wasn't like they would have to worry about it immediately, right? It could wait a day or so?
"When is Freya's sister's wedding?" The question was posed as he made his way from the tents.
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