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 Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 9:05 pm
"I appreciate it." He murmured, a small bit of relief washing over. He was indeed bad with people. Too shy, and too proud to admit it. People made him anxious, nervous, uncomfortable. He'd do it if it meant saving Nevada, but other than that... Otto's face fell some at her inquiry, leaning against the couch's back with a sigh. "It's up and down. Most of the time she's her usual self... But every now and then she just... seems empty. Or worse. Sometimes there's this weird broken person talking back, and sometimes she won't talk at all." The teen rubbed his arms, "It's scary. It means she really is deteriorating, and I can't pretend she'll be okay." With each passing day he needed her more and more. How would he move on if she really died?
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 11:32 pm
For just a moment, a flash of real pain was evident on Stormy's face. So it was worse than her imagination tried to picture it, then. Nevada's progress worried her immensely. If this was what happened within a week, what about in two? Three? The faster they did this, the better.
"Coping mechanisms can be a little odd, yeah," she said sadly, tucking the thoughts away with another cookie. "I can't imagine losing Thane the way she did with Leroy . . ." Being sealed had been different: he had still technically been there, just in capable of speaking with her or transforming out of his totem. Literally having a part of her carved out permanently . . . It gave her shivers. Nevada had always been steady emotionally and mentally; she wasn't sure how she'd take seeing her best friend like the way Otto described, the complete opposite of everything she admired about Nevada.
It won't be for long, Stormy reminded herself.
"I know we don't really know each other well yet, but . . . For what it's worth, if it gets too much, or if something happens in the future?" She offered a hesitant smile. "I'm here to help however I can. It's sort've my schtick if you haven't noticed."
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 7:41 am
Otto didn't care to think about a situation where Tenya was gone permanently. She'd been silenced before, which really felt like a reprieve sometimes. Tenya didn't sit too well with that, despite knowing how much Otto liked his thoughts to himself; which she usually respected. Her offer was met with a nod, "Thanks... that offer works both ways too, though you'd probably be best goin' to Gale for that sorta thing." Otto could only muster up so much in ways of comfort. He gave it his best shot for those he cared about. And seeing as they were both losing the same important person, maybe no one else would know their pain better. Neither of them wanted to lose Nevada. The air felt heavy, suddenly. "Thanks, for looking into something to help her."
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 9:55 pm
If there was heavy pressure building in the air, always blame the Storm.
Her smile brightened at the thanks. "Thanks for deciding to help even though it's a long shot. S'what family does, you know? Bother the people we love even if they don't like it." Stormy did not say the real reason she kept pushing the friendship card, however: that the similarities Otto had with Jack (or at least the pre-Deus one)--the lone wolf lifestyle, the rusty social skills, the invisible but palpable walls--led her to believe he didn't have many close friends at all, and that each one he had or lost meant something. The abyss was already close at hand: people needed to be there to hold the torch and keep it back.
"Sorry 'bout the heavy talk, though." She meant to clap her hands as if to introduce something new, but she'd forgotten she was still holding half of a cookie--now split into quarters and crumbles that she quickly began to collect into her shirt before they dusted the couch. "Let's save it for another day, huh? I noticed you have a drumset back there . . ."
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 2:09 pm
Otto gave a wry sort of brief smile. Family was never a happy topic. He liked to call this place home, and supposed they were a family in a sense. He'd do nearly anything for the few people he'd become attached to. However, such people seemed to be dying off on him. The cookie would be mourned, or mentally laughed at. That had been a clumsy move on Stormy's part. Tragically funny. He picked up a stray crumb of chocolate cookie, popping it in his mouth. Waste not and all that jazz. "I do." He confirmed, looking over at his drum set with a far off look. He had a feeling she either wanted to play them, or have him play. He'd not played them in some time, from feeling so blue. He'd let her elaborate before he said anything.
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 9:30 pm
She rolled her shirt over (as per usual, there was another layer of clothes underneath) and fancied herself a mama kangaroo with her temporary pouch. "How well can you play them?" Stormy asked as she promptly got to her feet, looking a little hopeful. "And do the words 30 Seconds to Mars or Paramore mean anything to you?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 9:45 pm
"Very well. Yes, and yes." Otto answered, standing as well. "I've been playing since I was eight years old. What'd ya have in mind?" Bring it on, Stormy. Bring. It. On.
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 6:59 pm
"Eight, huh? Nice!" As was proper when being a kangaroo, Stormy hopped to the trashcan and deposited her crumbs, quickly wiping her shirt off before turning to Otto with a big grin.
"Depends~ D'you have their music on hand? I'm feeling a little, hmm . . . 'Kings and Queens' or 'That's What You Get' personally."
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 7:18 pm
Otto nodded, looking placated and a lot less grumpy. "Yeah, I got cds and mp3s. I actually really like Kings and Queens." Otto wasted no time. He rifled through his CD collection, popping in the proper album for the jam session. He didn't mind playing and sharing his love of music when it was one on one. Crowds and stages? Those two fatal weaknesses were why he never followed the path of a musician, coupled with his parents demands. Otto sat at his set, grabbing the drum sticks once he'd pressed play on the remote. "I dedicate this song to Stormy, the badass janitor's assistant."
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