Reikka heard someone enter the room suddenly, perking up and stiffening in reaction to the unexpected entree. But as soon as Auburn stepped in with her bright-red fur color infront of her that seemed to shine in her eyes, Rei knew it was one of her team members that had just entered the room. She knew just by taking a quick glance at her Scroll device that this young woman must be Auburn. She confirmed her assumption when she said that she was indeed Auburn, and then said something funny about growing up. She also remembered that she was the one who was talking to the two fighting outside just a while ago. Not one to disagree on the get-go, she cocked her head to the side at her strange point, genuinely curious, but not in the least bit intending to ignore nor extend her strange blatant statements of fact that seemed to concern her life. But still not wanting to disappoint, Rei extended her hand in a gesture of peace and welcome, attempting to put a friendly smile on her face and saying, "It's nice to meet you, Auburn. The name's Reikka Cerulean. But, you may call me 'Rei'." It was, afterall, a filial attempt to be confident as their captain.
At first, she thought it was odd for the young lady not to have a last name, but then realized that not many people were as lucky as her to belong to an actual family that supported you. She decided not to shove tales of her own life up this girl's face, knowing it was selfish to say such careless things. She felt embarrassed at her naivety. She didn't want to show her mild surprise at her not having anything else to call herself but 'Auburn'. "I'm... an oddity to most." Reikka began as an awkward introduction in a sly attempt to change the subject, "But I'm pretty glad to meet you. You're the first team member I've met so far." She said, her slight smile growing, "Have you met anyone else from our team?" She asked seemingly out of the blue, remembering that's what she intended to ask the first team member she'd meet to assure the fact that she had a real team to begin with. Excitement grew in her, thinking what a great opportunity it was to be actually attending this school, "It's an honor to be here." She said, her hand still extending in a brief suggestion of friendship. She hoped she wasn't asking too much just to shake her hand.
Auburn looked over the much smaller girl as she replied, though, she did not take the offered hand. The admission of being an oddity almost made her chuckle, though, it would have been a fairly bitter chuckle. When asked if she'd met any of the others, she finally broke her silence. Her posture was relaxed, but ready, her muscles almost always tightened in preparation. Her tail flicked absently behind her as she shifted her weight.
"Yes. Both of them. They're both in the infirmary right now. One of them has a little sister who was injured or something and he went to check on her. The other...is odd. He looks a lot like a girl to be honest and seemed to be drawn to the other guy and just followed after him like a lost puppy. Since you're the team captain...I should probably make sure you at least understand me. So..I'm going to tell you a little bit about me and trust you will keep it between us. I'd rather not discuss it, but, I feel it's important you know how to deal with me or at least know what to expect.
I have no clue who I am, or my age. They were stripped away before I was old enough to understand either. Therefore, Auburn is just a Name I picked and it's the only one I have. I've spent most of my life being beaten and tossed into death matches. I killed my first person when I was very small, perhaps around six, and I have no skills other than fighting. I only escaped from that recently, so, you will need to be patient with me. I have no social skills and will piss people off. But, I'm reliable and, despite my history, I'm not stupid. I know how to handle myself in a fight."
The entire time she spoke, she maintained eye contact. One might compare her gaze to that of a predator, though, it was just how she was. She finished and stood there, casually stretching a bit."So, you're much more 'normal' than me. But, do you think you can handle having me on your team knowing this? And don't pitty me or anything. I fought my way out of that hell and have no need for concollation. I got enough on the way out."
Weapon(s): Judgement is a massive sword that is 77" long, 14" wide and weighs 54 lbs, but, has no unique properties other than that. Auburn is able to wield this beast of a blade, even one-handed, because of her Semblance.
However, her boots and gauntlets are equipped with mini cannon-like guns that fire off dust rounds. (See Mission for image of gauntlets and boots)
At her words Riekka dropped her hand at the thought of her having to fight death matches, killing as a youngling and overall living a very different life to what she was used to. Though she did lower her hand deftly, that was not an indication that she disliked her. Quite the contrary, she wanted to respect her out of anything else, even if it means not being able to reciprocate her gestures like most people do. For a second or two she didn't say anything once Auburn was done with her introduction, but after that another gentile smile grew on her face that showed how much she understood and taken seriously what she said. She didn't have to be genius to know that she was honest from the bottom of her heart and that she was the kind of person who didn't sugar-coat things. Rei was glad about that, glad that she didn't have some typical teammate who made it hard to get along with by hiding their past or the things that bothered them to the very core of their being. No, instead she had someone who was willing to openly show everything about herself regardless of being accepted or not. She had the making of a true soldier before her. But Rei, always up for a challenge and a good time, closed her eyes and nodded in agreement, like she was taking in everything this woman said so she could remember it much later.
When she opened them again she looked back at her squarely in the eyes which indicated that she wasn't the type to play around either, "Well, Auburn, I can't say that I know how to make things better for you nor do I approve of the things you've been through, but I am here to say now that I will do my best to serve you as your captain, and that it's not my place to judge you regarding who you used to be." Her smile faded, making her look rather sad, "I don't know what I can do and I know what I can't. I can't make you forget everything and I never will ask such a thing from you. I will never take away whatever makes you who you are. But know this: I will do my utter best never to let you or anyone on my team fall in battle." Her eyes now looked solemn but sharp, making sure she put as much compassion as she could into her promise, knowing she will never forgive herself if she allowed anyone else to suffer under her account, "I shall swear an oath never to give up or give in. I don't know what strength I have in my blood, but I swear to you that I'll do whatever I can within my power to make sure that we will achieve victory and avoid defeat." Then she took another deep breath.
It's not like she never expected to meet people who didn't live differently from her, but she's sure she has never met anyone who needed someone to be just as strong as they were. Rei wasn't the type to runaway. She made this clear from the very start. She realized that she, too, wanted her to understand where she's coming from. Then she turned her attention back to the description of her teammates. Looks like she was in for one hell of a time with these people. Rei didn't know what to fully expect, but she had a feeling that it would take some time to get to know each one and balance out their strengths and weaknesses. Atleast Auburn was making it easier for her. "Ah, I see." She pinched her chin between her pointer-finger and her thumb, thinking, what were they doing in the infirmary? Then an urge struck her, "You want to come with me to the infirmary and visit them?" She asked, wanting to see what the other two were like for herself.
Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2018 8:05 am
NAME >>> Jazz Myers LOCATION >>> Ḅeacộn Âcademy - Ţhe Ďormitọry - Room 8 COMPANY >>> Team JOLD EMOTION >>> Excited MISSION >>> None OUTFIT >>>Suit and Cane SEMBLANCE >>> 4/4 - No current remnants
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It was the big day at last. For the past two weeks, Jazz had been extra careful with his recovery, after the Felix incident he didn’t want to take any chances that he may miss the ball. Angela was furious when he went to see her. Not even a full day out and you come back to me with what!? Both quadriceps torn, several fractured ribs, a dislocated shoulder and bruising all over. While still suffering from muscular atrophy from a two-month coma!! She was right, Jazz was lucky he could stand right now. If anything, the incident made him that much more focused on his recovery, after all, he had promised to dance and there was no way he was missing out on his first ball dance.
When he and the team went shopping for their outfits Jazz saw a beautifully crafted cane. He didn’t mind Ora carrying him around everywhere, but he knew it wasn’t going to help him gain confidence in his recovery. Now standing in front of a full-length mirror all the hard work looked as though it’d finally paid off. While he still didn’t have the toned build he had before the incident, he no longer looked like a walking shell of a man. Well better late than never. He had yet to see Lena’s outfit or Felix wearing his, quite honestly the whole event had him very excited.
So. How long are you all going to make me wait for you? Quite honestly I thought I'd be last one ready. He took a seat on his bed. The dorm room was still very new to him, he had never had a chance to even walk into his old team's room. I wonder what Lunia's going to wear? Smiling he pulled out his Scroll. Still alive. Looking forward to the ball? Might be a tad late, the team is taking a bit to freshen up. Ever since she came to see him after his coma he made sure to message Lunia at least once a day, so she knew he was doing well.
Post Count: 58 Mission Count: 2 OOC: WOO, pre-ball
► Hush 【 Mood ≡ Regret 】 【 With ≡ Team JOLD, Molly 】 【 Semblance - Inactive ≡ Interpose 0/3 】 【 Wrist guns ≡ Right [7/7] | Left [7/7] 】 【 Level | Posts ≡ 0 | 70 】 【 out. of. control. ≡ Dress 】 【 Profile】 Ora would look at herself in the bathroom mirror. This was a mistake. She wasn't nearly as covered up as she wanted to be. Maybe she should have just worn a burka. I was far too late now. Why had she let Jazz convince her to get the black dress with the lace? There had been a perfectly good one that didn't make it seem like she was doing a hate crime or something. Ora would run a wire brush though her hair, trying to get it even a little straight.
She would come out, defeated by her hair, that refused to be calmed by a brush. She didn't want anyone else near her hair. Least of all Lena. The break up had not been the cleanest, but Ora was where she needed to be in her life. She knew that staying with Lena was hazardous. The woman didn't know how to follow orders, or even requests. It would only be a matter of time before Ora was even more hurt because of her.
She would wrap the jewelry around her horns, They were a pale gold, wrapping around her horns, making it so that there was a dangley bit over the tip of her horns. She looked ridiculous. She needed to remember her mission though. She had to find Narx and get her orders. Whether that was to leave with him to restart the revolution, or to stay at school and become a more keen fighter. She didn't care what she had to do. She slipped on the matching slippers. Jazz had made her try on heels, but that caused too much pain. She had talked him down to these slippers, only if she got the dress. Why did she bother?
She walked out in front of Jazz, her head hanging low. She didn't feel confident in the dress. She should have gone in a suit, like Felix. The first one they tried on actually fit her. It was only at Jazz's insistence that she had to wear a dress that she relented. "I look bad..." However, she looked stunning in the dress, she self esteem was just low.
Team JOLD
Eddy_Soul5
Ghost_Rios
Have Faith In Us Eren
Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2018 12:19 pm
The fight was a mess, Lena got hurt, and was terrified on what to come. She hadn’t listened to Ora or Jazz. Shrunken down, being like it for days to avoid the inevitable, she sat on her pillow. Her family had sent some food, cash, a dress, even new machine parts to try to keep her happy. Though it was nice she didn’t feel any better. She didn’t want to go to the ball, not with what she felt was happening. During the fight, however, her harness had taken damage and in her shrunken she’d been fixing the damaged parts. As Ora stepped out in the dress Lena wanted to give a whistle, but was honestly scared. She’d kept herself out of sight and out of mind for the last few weeks. All to avoid a fight she wasn’t prepared for, but it had happened anyways. Depressed, throwing herself in a loop, and heartbroken with a part wishing she was dead. "I'm... not going... I’m behind on studies and need to finish fixing my harness." Looking down as she went back to fixing her harness. Not to mention she’d been doing what Jazz said not to, graffiti across town, getting arrested, family lawyer getting her out, she getting yelled at, and repeat. She felt alone and wanted to be alone. "You look great Ora, you too Jazz. You guys go, have some fun. I don’t want to go."
► Last Night 【 Mood ≡ Empathetic, Excited, Swooning 】 【 With ≡ Team JOLD, Molly 】 【 Semblance - Passive ≡ Memory Count 2/6 】 【 Finger Bang ≡ Right [100/100] | Left [100/100] 】 【 Level | Posts ≡ 0 |19 】 【 out. of. confusion. ≡ Suit 】
XXX... Everything had been a mess. Felix's everything hurt, most of all his head. The boy was built to receive head trauma, but that didn't mean he couldn't receive it! God, whoever that girl was... She really did a number on him. His brain was still rattled, both from the essential shotgun blasts to the head in rapid succession, and whatever she plagued her mind with. Nothing that happened that day compared to what she did to him. It felt as if his body was riddled with holes and his legs were on fire. Having Ora's memories was bad and all, but at least she could manage to operate with what she went through... At least she had some insight on who he was. This other girl ... Calista? Cali? Pestilence? There were so many cruel names ingrained in her memories, it was hard to pick out what was actually her name. The first few days of his recovery had been the hardest, he was a frightened and anxious mess that just wanted to feel someone's arms tightly wrapped around him. It felt as if any moment, everything he touched would crumble to pieces, and he could barely get himself to even talk to Ora. ... That's where she would've heard the mess going on in his head.
He couldn't get his mind off this guy, Elias. Apparently, he was at the cafeteria, and he was the boyfriend of the girl who kicked him in the head. It was so hard to breathe without him in his presence, the constant dread that the one thing he could rely on was with someone else... With who he was actually supposed to be with. It took days of reassuring and calming to ease his soul, as well as his longing thoughts about the man. It left him so internally conflicted because he was straight as a razor. Yet, he couldn't help but feel his heartbreak knowing that the boy was with someone else. ... Again, who he was meant to be with. The following weeks had also been an interesting mess because Felix had started dressing in Ora's clothes rather than Zed's or Jazz's. After all, the memories in his mind held a particular fondness for female fashion. Time and time again, his team would find himself looking in the mirror while running the risk of stretching out some of Ora's own wardrobe. Ever since that day, as well, he had avoided touching people like the plague itself. Whoever that girl was, she had a curse unlike any other... One that was worse than his own. A touch that reduced everything to dust, and now he shared that fear. Perhaps it was for the best, then.
Ora had taken the bathroom, so Felix took a mirror and a flashlight with him into the closet to get dressed. Normally, he would've just stripped down in front of everyone and slapped it on, but those thoughts fresh in his mind... They were so anxious and embarrassed to even show the faintest trace of skin. So, he retreated into the closet. The flashlight worked pretty efficiently in terms of light and lit up the closet just fine. He could almost see clearly. At this point, he was nearly dressed. Looking in the mirror, one could see a pang of disappointment in his expression as he began adjusting his tie. 'Man... I wish they would've taken me. I'll never know what else they found... Or what cute dresses they had..." The boy would pause, just staring at himself in the mirror, before sharply finishing his tie. "Bah, stop that! You're fine. Didn't need to be in public like that anyways.. God, this is all a mess." It was already starting to happen, the thoughts of others beginning to widdle away at his personality. He couldn't let Ora know about it, either. She already worried so much for him and his wellbeing. If she knew that it was already starting to happen, well... He just couldn't let that happen. Felix would begin to slip on his jacket, to his surprise it slid on so smoothly. That was right, no weapons allowed, so he had to substitute with actual gloves. Pulling the rim of the gloves tight, he'd look back in the mirror and let out a sigh before forcing a smile to his face. "Come on, Felix. It'll be fine, we're gonna have a blast." As his send off to himself, he'd double finger gun the mirror with a loud snap. Time to go.
Stepping out from the closet, a smile would cross his face once again as he slung a bag over his shoulder. It contained extra gloves and extra gloves. After all, he was still fighting off the anxious mindset of his clothes dissolving from contact with his skin. The boy opened his mouth to say something before his eyes widened at the sight of Ora. She was absolutely stunning. "Oh. My. God. Ora! I didn't know you got something so extravagant!" Instantly, the boy was all over his twin sister, looking over all the little details and patterns with eyes of admiration. "I call nonsense! The lace compliments you extraordinarily, and the design is absolutely stunning! Remarkable fabric, intricate design.. The gold on your horns really pulls it all together, surely something only my sister could do! You're gorgeous, Ora. I'm jealous, truly!" After feeling the material, he'd jump up to his feet with a huge grin ... Only to have it dwindle into a look of confusion before pulling away, coughing into a balled fist before looking the other way away from his teammates. ".. Ahem.. Sorry 'bout that. That Calista gal, she really loved fashion. I feel kinda bad for her... She can't even feel the material without ruining it." Scarlet cheeks would begin to fade after a moment, returning his gaze to Ora with a smile before snapping a finger gun her way. "You're lookin' good sis, honestly. Gonna kill it~" In that same motion, he'd turn on his heel towards Jazz who was sitting on his bed and snap another gun his way. "Lookin' pretty strappin' yourself, mate!"
Though, there was a bit of an elephant in the room. Lena hadn't been the same since the fight in the cafeteria since all the events unfolded... Felix had caught wind of Ora's own spiteful feelings when she slapped him, but she didn't quite know how the interactions went afterward. There was just a dull aura that lingered, something that said something was wrong. "Mm.. Ya say your behind on studies, but ain't attendance mandatory? I think you're going to have to check some priorities." Felix sounded, turning towards Lena. In turn, Molly who had been wandering the room previously with a bow on her head would jump onto the bed with Lena. Once treating her as a target and a prey, the cat would tilt her head curiously towards the girl. "Besides, it'd be a waste with that cute dress that ya got in the box~ Whoever sent it to ya certainly knows quality." Shooting the gal a grin, he'd refer to the package that had been sitting around with her name on it. ... Then he realised how bad it sounded. OH WELL. He managed to trip with how dizzy he's been and fumbled over the box. Inside it was all sorts of things. Parts, money, and a cute little dress of traditional design. "Come on, ya been a big mope. I doubt all those 'bathroom runs' have been doing you any good. Ya need some air, I bet." Right, bathroom runs. So many times in the middle of the night, vanishing for hours. Her lie was so blatant, but Felix would roll with it. Though she would surely notice the emphasis on 'bathroom'. Even if he had some of Ora's sour emotions and Calista's anxiousness, he still tried to keep up his PMA. After all, this mess of a team certainly needed it.
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Ghost_Rios
Eddy_Soul5
Youroka Kage
Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2018 2:57 am
NAME >>> Jazz Myers LOCATION >>> Ḅeacộn Âcademy - Ţhe Ďormitọry - Room 8 COMPANY >>> Team JOLD EMOTION >>> Excited MISSION >>> None OUTFIT >>>Suit and Cane SEMBLANCE >>> 4/4 - No current remnants
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With Ora in the bathroom and Felix in the closet, Jazz was alone in the room with Lena, probably for the first time in two weeks. She’d been avoiding everyone, and Jazz had a suspicion she was even sneaking off at night but didn’t want to start any conflict with her in this state. Fortunately, Felix was still his usually clumsy self, and spotted her leaving once or twice, choosing to tell everyone it was a ‘bathroom break’.
Looking over to Lena, Jazz noticed she was still in the same mood she’d been in a while Hmmmm… Little miss Oxton. What shall we do with you? We can’t help if you don’t let us in. Jazz could hear Felix talking in the closet. Felix had been trying to act as if things weren’t getting bad but ever since Cali had knocked him out he’d been acting a little different. Wearing Ora’s clothes was funny at first, but Jazz was starting to worry for him, whenever they reminded him he always seemed very put off and distressed. Then there was the express fear to touch anyone, Jazz knew it was probably for the best, but it was getting to be a little less than healthy.
As Ora came out of the bathroom Jazz whistled with delight. Didn’t I tell you you’d look incredible in that dress! Although… you’d look better in heels. Just saying He quickly raised his hands in defeat. He was proud he had managed to convince her enough to wear the dress, he could forgive wanting to wear more familiar shoes. Loving the jewellery too, they really bring out your eyes.. And horns He smiled at the last part to show he definitely meant it in a good way. When Felix finally came out Jazz was pleased how the suit fitted him. Ok, so that’s two successes.You’re quite right Felix, I’m glad we have someone else who can appreciate fine clothing. He gave Felix a knowing wink, they were his memories now after all. Why thank you. How’re you finding your suit?
Felix was right about the ball being mandatory, Jazz had concocted a little plan to hopefully convince Lena to come. Reaching under his bed he pulled out a light brown sports bad. Standing up he raised the bag high and gave it a shake, the sound of metal clinking together could be heard. Had Felix help me round up your spray cans and tools. I wanted to be 100% certain you’re listening to me. Lowering the bag and grabbing his cane, Jazz walked besides Felix and Ora. We all went through a difficult time. No one is finding this easy, my ribs still hurt at times. Felix.. Well I’m just glad he’s wearing a suit. And I even convinced Ora to come, in what I will point out is an exquisite dress picked by me! Handing the bag over to Felix he would continue. I understand it’s been tough, we all understand it’s been tough. But we’re going as a team, because together we can handle so much more.
Slowly he made his way across the room towards Lena. I don’t want to force you to come, because that’s not the kind of person I am. But I will say sitting here and stewing in your sadness won’t help any of us. Jazz reached out for her hand hoping she would stop running away. If you’re going to pick a time to listen to your captain, now would be a great time. You don’t have to stay for long, but I promise you once you’re there you’ll want to stay… Even if it’s just to watch me force my way onto the piano. Not to brag.. Ok I am bragging, I’m sure I’m better than whoever they’ve hired. Pick a song, yours will be first.
Post Count: 59 Mission Count: 2 OOC: Got your stuff xD
► Hush 【 Mood ≡ Embarrassed 】 【 With ≡ Team JOLD, Molly 】 【 Semblance - Inactive ≡ Interpose 0/3 】 【 Wrist guns ≡ Right [7/7] | Left [7/7] 】 【 Level | Posts ≡ 0 | 71 】 【 out. of. control. ≡ Dress 】 【 Profile】 Ora would raise an eyebrow at Lena. Ora had taken the breakup well, why couldn't she? It was in Ora's best interest, and she had explained it. Before she had been so happy to go to the ball with Ora, and now she wanted to stay here and study. Really? She didn't understand what was going on.
Then Felix would go around her, fawning over the material, making her not only blush, but her back would radiate the same color red as her face. It wasn't anger, but embarrassment. She would wrap her arm around Felix's neck, reaching the tiny distance that it took between them. She would then say very softly to him. "Felix, it's ok. Please, if your having issues, let me help you with them." She was sad to see what had happened to Felix over the last few weeks, but she thought that meeting Henryk would do some good for him. Henryk was a show off, he had flourishes, and bows, and jumps, Felix would love seeing those.
She would pull out her scroll and send a text to Henryk really fast. "We are still meeting right?" She would then look up, still embarrassed, as Jazz would make a speech. Ora would hide her face. She wasn't beautiful, she has hideous, and this dress showed too much of that. She was too embarrassed to really do anything else. She would pick up Lena off the bed, grabbing the box with the dress in it. She would then head towards the bathroom, and throw her in there. A bit harder than she intended to. "Just get dressed and stop feeling sorry for yourself."
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Eddy_Soul5
Ghost_Rios
Have Faith In Us Eren
Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2018 10:07 am
The speech was fine, Molly just looking at her was fine, but when Ora threw her into the bathroom... hurt. Not just physically as she thudded into the far wall, growing to full size before the toss, rehashed some emotional issues. In her regular size she slammed the door shut, locking it behind her. Falling down the floor with a stream muffled tears. Back to the door, head buried to her knees she felt alone and unwanted. She didn’t mind that Felix had found her dress, it was originally gonna be a surprise for Ora. Lena was acting childish in all ways, but she was girl who ran emotions and the break up didn’t help. It seemed Ora was fine, like she didn’t care, but Ora had decent control of her emotions. She turned the shower on to hid the noise from her tears, not wanting anyone to hear how wounded she was emotionally. From sitting to laying she just looked the dress, letting it mock her. The world some how seeming so dark and lonely. No one in the dorm seemed to understand where she was at in life, emotionally. She didn’t get why it was hard or why she felt the way she did, for the insect Faunus nothing seemed to be going her. "Just go..." She spoke inbetween tears.
Danaë was excited. Not only had the ball come really quickly, but she regained more of her memory. When they had gotten to the dorms two weeks ago, she had seen that Narx had one of her feathers. At first she freaked out, realizing that she had lost a feather, but when she placed her hand on her head, she remembered ripping it out of her head, and handing it to him, trying to cheer him up. He was feeling that bad apparently. Danaë knew that she had more than a deep trust with him. She only gifted feathers to people she really liked. That meant that they had come closer and closer together. Maybe they really were together.
However, Danaë didn't share this memory with the group. She wanted it to herself, and when she saw Narx looking at it, she would blush. One day, while he was training, she took it, and started working on adding a tiny black leather strap to it. She added some dyed wooden beads, and left it where he kept it. Her face lit up seeing it. She would explain that he could either hang it from his hair, or from his eye patch. She couldn't help but wonder if Narx had shown her the scar on his face. She knew that he couldn't see out of that eye, but she was curious as to what it looked like. Wait, should she wear something to cover her scar?
However, now was the ball, and she had to get ready. She placed on her beautiful black dress that had a waterfall effect on it with beads. She then put makeup on her face, trying to cover up the facial scar that she now had. It was very hard to do. Then, she would brush out her hair, making sure to put it up very form way. She made braids towards the end, and used some loose hair to cover up the scar on the right side of her face.
She would walk out of the bathroom, stunning to say the least. She hoped that her date liked her dress. A rosy hue would color her face, as she looked for Narx.
「 🄽🄰🅁🅇 🄷🄴🄻🄻🄷🄾🅁🄽🅂 」 "Revenge is a confession of pain" ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■
Earlier Narx had found the feather he cherished so much. It was likely his most valuable item. He had gone out shopping for some new clothes and was now wearing a fancy silk vest and neck tie with an expensive button up shirt. His usual clothes were classy but of cheaper material. He had been staring at the decorated feather all day wondering what it could mean. He was a tad upset that it was already the night of the ball yet he hadn't asked Danaë out yet. Part of him was terrified that she had already left without him in the hands of another. He was musing over these thoughts when he clumsily shoved the door open as he always did when he was in a rush. He was mumbling to himself. Over and over he had tried to work up the courage to ask Danaë out to the ball, but people were always there and with the whole memory thing she was going through it just never felt right. He ran a hand through his course hair as he turned around. He froze. There she was. Dressed like a goddess in a black dress. She was really just that beautiful. He loved that she was in a simple black dress. It brought out her natural colors that much more.
He tried to speak but couldn't. He took a step forward then cleared his throat as one finger tugged on his choke-hold of a collar."Wow.... You look amazing."He tried to lean against the door-frame and look cool but slipped in his nervousness. He caught himself and chuckled a tad awkwardly."Danaë... well I guess I will just say it...I know you don't remember, but we were sort of together... Before you lost your memory. I know that that past is now invalid since you have no recollection of it, but I was wondering if we could restart from the begining?" He walked closer to her and put out a hand for her to grab elegantly."And to start that off... I'd love it if you would be my date for the ball?"He mustered a bright smile showing his fang-like canine teeth which had gotten longer lately it seemed. He hoped that she would accept. If she didn't he wouldn't know what to do or say.
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► Last Night 【 Mood ≡ Empathetic, Excited 】 【 With ≡ Team JOLD, Molly 】 【 Semblance - Passive ≡ Memory Count 2/6 】 【 Finger Bang ≡ Right [100/100] | Left [100/100] 】 【 Level | Posts ≡ 0 |20 】 【 out. of. confusion. ≡ Suit Not my greatest post, but... I don't want to keep you guys behind. Thanks so much for your patience. I really needed a moment. 】
XXXTo Felix's own surprise, as he continued to fawn over Ora's dress and praise her to no end, she reached out for him. Unfortunately, his first reflex now wasn't to just face it with open arms and an unhindered smile. No, as she moved, he instinctively flinched in fear of being hit. Even if the movement wasn't sudden, Felix's jumbled memories and thoughts were having their way with him. Feeling her arm around his neck, his panic increased rapidly as he squirmed for a moment. "Whoa careful, don't wanna hurt... you.." Words trailed off as his panic began to ease. He wasn't Calista, he wasn't going to hurt anyone... It was something he had to constantly resassure himself. Eyes locked with hers, his own gaze would soften at his words. He really had been worrying her, hadn't he? ... It always happened this way, didn't it? He had to assure her she was okay, even if he wasn't... A little white lie never hurt anyone. A sincere smile crossed his lips as he nodded. "Will do sis, promise. I'll be fine... My brain just got a little rattled, when is that anything new?" As much as Felix tried to laugh it off, his sister of all people would know how much of a farce he was trying to pull. Then, as she pulled out her scroll, he got curious and pulled out his own. ... There were a bunch of unknown numbers in it because he never remembered people long enough to actually put a name to the contact. At least, until now. He had his team in it, and that was something.
.. Eh? Him, appreciate clothing? ... Bah, he was right but he was wrong on so many levels. To that remark, he would simply shrug his shoulders towards Jazz. "Appreciation or simply gawking, I can't tell!" Trying to recollect memories, his mind would begin to wonder... A girl constantly wanting to dress in cute clothes, wanting to be as adorable as possible, but was left in crumbling rags from the neglect. Someone who couldn't afford or maintain her own clothes, and didn' have the proper care she needed. ... Eventually, it formed into an appreciation and admiration for what she couldn't have, constantly obsessing over the most stylish and fashionable items as a goal that was always out of reach. Even if she got to live her dream, it would only be for a moment. "The suit is pretty nice. Comfortable material, the grey goes well with the red. Though... I really bet I could rock a dress like that~" With a snap of his fingers, he'd indicate towards Ora and her amazing dress. He said it with such confidence before his cheeks flushed with a scarlet color that radiated from his own back, much like hers. "... Uh... Forget I said that.. The suit... Yeah! The suit, its.. its great." Right, played it off perfectly as the corners of his mouth stretched wide. Smiling made it all better, right?
Oooh. Jingle jingle, something rattled within that bag of Jazz. That was right, operation: get Lena to stop being a mopey bug. Step one, round up all those wonderful spray cans that she wouldn't let Felix have AFTER SHE SUGGESTED THEY GRAFFITI TOGETHER. The nerve. Sure, he may have almost killed her if he didn't get nearly kicked to death by Calista, but still! You can't just go back on your word like that, right? "Hey!" Felix barked out suddenly as Jazz took a stab at his recent fashion choices. "At least I looked good at least!" ... After all, he was his sister's twin. They had a lot of similar features, despite the gender differences. So... It didn't look too out of place but was still an oddity nonetheless. Honestly, there were no hard feelings on it... It had just been a really hard time, for all of them. Their team just assembled, and it already experienced some miraculous hardships that could've easily torn it to pieces ... Especially since Felix almost tore them all to pieces. .. Apparently, anyways. He was going off what he was told by Ora and Jazz. Felix took the bag without question and slung it over his shoulder, nodding with agreement. "Goin' as a team is probably best anyways. I dunno who those DECO folks are gonna feel if they see us again... Though Calista and Eli seem pretty sweet, at the same time... She tried to kill me. So...." It was certainly going to be an interesting experience. Did that girl even know he had a reinforced skull, or was she just going with it and ready to just turn his brain to jelly?
... Well, that could've gone better. As Jazz speech continued on, Ora decided to take the initiative herself and .. Well, kinda force Lena to go change herself by giving her a hefty push, or rather, toss. As the door slammed, Felix couldn't help but let out a groan. Walking over to his bed, he dropped the bag on the ground next to it before plopping back against his mattress. "Well, that could've gone better, huh?" It was honestly a buzz kill on it all, the drama between the team members. Jazz tried to fill the role as captain and bring them together but always seemed to hit a roadblock. "Good speech though, honestly. I was rarin' to go after that, Cap'n." Sitting up once more on the mattress, he'd offer a half-assed finger gun towards Jazz for the effort. The sound of running water resonated through the walls as the shower was turned on, which... Well, that really didn't do much of anything for Felix's hopes to go to the ball. "So. We got a new gameplan? Don't wanna leave Miss Bumblebee behind. I got nothin' honestly." Seriously, he was drawin' blanks. He knew how Ora and Calista ticked now but didn't know a lick about Lena aside from the short-term relationship that she had with Ora.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2018 5:56 am
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Danaë would watch as Narx was stunned at how she looked, nervousness flooded his face. He looked sharp in his suit. She couldn't help but blush, however, she couldn't help but floof up a bit in pride. She had done a good job at not only finding a dress, but also doing her hair. She was really proud of herself, seeing that she wasn't even sure if it was a good idea to go. Then again, Asger would have made sure she went. That and her parents wanted pictures of her.
Then he would ask her to the ball. Her face lit up an even brighter shade of red. She would take his hand with her feathered one. "Ho-oh, I kind of figured there was something up. I don't give my feathers away lightly." Her hooting was a nervous one. He confirmed what she had thought for 2 weeks now. As she said that, she had a feeling, deep inside herself. She would lean forward, making herself lean against him. She would then look up at him, and wrap her arms around his neck, going on her tiptoes to place a kiss on his lips. She was only an inch off, however, she didn't care.
Once they broke off the kiss, Dane would look him in his eye with her one Orange eye that was showing. "Of course I'll go with you!"
NAME >>> Jazz Myers LOCATION >>> Ḅeacộn Âcademy - Ţhe Ďormitọry - Room 8 COMPANY >>> Team JOLD EMOTION >>> Deflated into Determined MISSION >>> None OUTFIT >>>Suit and Cane SEMBLANCE >>> 4/4 - No current remnants
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It was clear things weren’t going well right off the bat. Felix was still struggling with his own identity, shying away from Ora. Ora wasn’t responding well to pretty much anything, too concerned for Felix and Lena… It was a sad sight all around, nothing their captain tried seemed to work. Why do I even bother sometimes? Ora was checking something on her Scroll as Jazz’ speech began. A date? Might want to keep an eye on that. Felix followed suit. Huh. That makes two.
Felix wasn’t wrong, he did look oddly good in dresses, but it was clear he should be in a suit, it was a ball after all. If DECO still have an issue with us they’re more than welcome to talk to us about it. I will humbly apologise for our actions. By the time Jazz had finished what he was saying Ora had grabbed Lena and shoved her into the bathroom to hurry up and get dressed. Felix summed it up well. Yep.. A little tactfulness can help sometimes Ora. He gave out a long sigh. But you had good intentions so I’m sure it won’t have done too much damage. Leaning against the bathroom door Jazz heard the shower. Ok. Maybe it did, she wouldn’t want to ruin her hair.. If I learnt anything from my sisters, she’s crying right now. He slowly slid his back against the door until he was sitting in a slouch. Thanks Felix, I try.
Jazz was ready to give up at this point until he got a message on his Scroll. Lunia.. Having a quick read Jazz knew what he had to do. A quick slap of his checks before he pulled himself up with his cane. Lena. If you don’t go, I won’t go. A team has to stick together, through tough times and good times. Looking to the others for support. So… I don’t know about you, but I’ve been through some pretty tough times. I think we’re due some good times. Jazz didn’t want to guilt Lena into going, but what else could he do? He wasn’t as close to her as his sisters, so he didn’t know how to comfort her.
Post Count: 60 Mission Count: 2 OOC: Soooooo, how we going to proceed?
