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Riley heard the voice, and hopped out of the room, closing the sliding door behind her before moving swiftly over to Invictus. Her face held every intention of affection, and she reached out to take one of his hands in both of her own. Invictus. She breathed out gently, bending her head in a respectable bow. It's so lovely to see you. I'm sorry we are caught complaining over our accomodations. We are students, so new to different experiences. I assure you, we will enjoy our stay here.

She squeezed his hand fondly before letting them go. Malodore was already introducing itself, which meant she needn't do so - so instead, she took the Heir up on his offer, all too glad to abide by as many customs as she could while she was here. We would absolutely love a change of clothes, actually. It would help Sammy fit in, if she accepted them. Plus, their robes were so long, they would cover all of Riley's body. She was sick of the same outfit worn for sheer need, after all.

"Grazie, for the graciousness and reassurance," Malodore said, inclining its head gratefully. "Perhaps... a slightly larger chamber, if possible? My wings are not accustomed to being so tightly held." It winced, then turned sideways and awkwardly extended first one wing, then the other. "And I, selfishly, would like to share a chamber with my amore." It reached out one hand for Riley's.

It blinked at the mention of clothes. "Are my robes inappropriate? Though your clothing does seem beautifully modest, by plague doctor standards," it added.

Riley was not shy about how pleased Invictus' attention made her. Her eyes crescented and crinkled at the sides, and she turned to Malodore, her face lighting up at the request once it was granted. You are a most gracious host, Invictus. I will not forget it. One day, when I am in the position to be hosting you, I will lavish you with all that you desire in thanks. When, she had said. Not if. It was a welcomed step in the right direction for her, considering all the troubling doubt she had grappled with in the past week.

At his request, she turned to Sammy, though her eyes were gentle, and lacked judgement. The act of War is the struggle between two. The calm of Conquest is the unity into one. Once the war is over, there is no better way to unify a war-torn people than through custom, and ritual. That is why you see the world before you.

"I will look forward to that day, then." Invictus answered to Riley's extension of future charity, seeming quite amused with her vigor. As she gave an explanation to Sammy, though, he remained silent, his expression unreadable.

"A beautiful answer, Lady Mindflayer. We can forcefully take over any group, but they are not truly ours until they are us." he confirmed, voice laced with the lightest bit of praise. However, it was noticable, something rare enough with Invictus.

"But now that I have had a chance to check on you, I believe I am going to go see to those arrangements for you, they cannot happen while I dawdle here, after all." he said, offering the three a small bow. "Before the end of the day that should be adjusted for you."

((Entering))

By the time Yin got to the dormitory on the first day he had already been out and about, going to the dancing class with Miss Israfel and assisting Miss Danny in finding an outfit, and then the pavilion where he had encountered Ulmuka.

What he was not expecting when he arrived at the dormitory was for something to vibrate in his waistband while making a dinging noise. Repeatedly. It took him a moment to remember what it was, and he fumbled for the eyephone, peering at it with some distrust.

Apparently getting to the dorms, and phone signal, meant that he was getting the text now. Not that Yin had any idea that there would be a delay, he simply presumed that the whoever was texting him was texting him right that instant. He waited until he had located the room he would be staying in before even bothering to try to read the first message. It looked painfully long, and for that reason (and that reason alone) even before he read it Yin presumed that it came from Alexander.

He was just now getting to the Island of Famine? Oh no, he had just waited to send the message...but apparently even though it was beginning to grow dark he was just now leaving for the day? At least he did not require sleep. The isle certainly seemed peculiar. Add to that underground and cold and Yin had not only decided he had picked the better clan, he was feeling sorry for Alexander. The way that Alexander had closed his message seemed rather peculiar but he shrugged it off and began the painful, painful process of texting him back.





He pressed send and then in an equally, painfully slow way made it back to see why it still showed more messages, and managed to find a new message from "Mom," asking if he made it there alright. By he, he was unsure if she meant him or Alexander, as Alexander had surely told her that he would have his phone. Either way, it was only polite to respond.



Did he spend even longer sending the text off to Alexander's mother than he had spent on the text to his bonded? Naturally.

"I could make my judgements of what to expect from your clan based on you alone Invictus, but that would be a single example." She shrugged a bit, "That would be like looking at one slow moving undead and assuming that they're all slow and weak of strength." She paused for a moment, "I do believe at least three horsemen of war learned that lesson the hard way...."

The conversation moved forward, and for a moment the look the Horsemen Heir gave Riley caused Sammy's eyes to flicker, they moved between the two quickly picking up on the unspoken situation and she made no other remark on the situation. A change of clothes would do a lot of good for some of them.

"Calm and ritual might work, I always figured with Conquest and War brought famine and suffering to the loser, and Death to everything in between." She paused again eyes roaming over Invictus and his robes, "Though I suppose any calm ritualistic and ruled life is better then being a twice dead corpse."

Still she bowed her head tot he horsemen, "I can't thank you enough for trying to make my stay here more comfortable though. Thank you, and if you have the time, I would like to see the army you mentioned. If that's alright?"

Wait... had Sammy just said Invictus? Roch jerked, realizing that he'd completely missed the heir being here because he'd been looking for his room. He got to his feet, almost running to his door to find the heir.

"Invictus," he said. "Jack, I didn't--" He flushed, the back of his neck turning red in embarrassment. "Sorry, I was looking for my room--um--"

Well, s**t, the punk boil thought. "Hi," he said lamely. "You're probably leaving, though, right? Stuff to do." The expression on his face, though, said "Help?"

Was there a blush on Riley's face when Invictus kissed her hand? It was hard to tell with her skin coloring, and then impossible to see when she offered him a low bow as he moved away. Roch's sudden realization made her eyes crinkle for a moment, but she waited until Invictus finally left before she straightened up, and the mindflayer's normal attitude sunk back into her instantly.

Sammy. Excellent request. Riley commended her, giving her a wink before returning to her room. She fussed with her belongings for a moment, before leaving them all behind and exiting the little bedroom quickly.

I'm going to go explore. I'll see you all in class, all right? Then after, we shall see about getting those clothes. She reached over and brushed her face lovingly against Malodore's mask, before giving both Sammy and Roch a wave goodbye.

((exit!))