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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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 Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 9:39 am
4:49PM Training Field "Ah." Perhaps he might have picked up the pun, but as it was, he was taking it for the figurative phrase she meant. "I am fine." Simple answer for her continued comments. < You should thank her for offering, Zacchie. >Why? Zachariah felt a mental nudge at the question so he decided to shut up before she gave him an actual headache. "Thank you anyway." Quote: Zachariah is a Life Trainee that is decidedly not in a good mood. He stands at 6'1" and somehow manages to look like his olive skin hasn't seen the sun in years. His dorm is 199.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 10:33 am
10:59am - commons
Noemi ate a little more and then looked at her clock.
"O...Oh." She nodded, "I'm...I've gotta..." She looked at Stormy, "I've gotta go to infirmary. Soon. Do you need anything?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 5:10 pm
4:20 am - Common Room
”4.20 am. I didn’t mean to wake you. Sorry... “ Kyle backed away from Stormy a little so as to give her some space, a warm smile on his face as he looked her over. ”Would you like something to eat? Or maybe help getting back to your room so that you can rest proper?”
He didn’t have much in his pocket other than an apple and a granola bar. Things that would provide him with sufficient energy to make it through his morning training routine since doing it with a full stomach would only end with him puking everything out by the end of it. The running could wait for a bit till he had gotten her properly taken care of unless his presence was deemed unwanted by the Mist.
Quote: Name: Kyle Cooke Journal: HereDivision: Sun Rank: Trainee
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 9:49 pm
9:24PM Somewhere Outside
He couldn't tell if she was joking (honestly her expression kind of made her look a bit clueless), but he knew better than to go on a tour in the middle of the night anyway. Her offer was met with only a slight nod as he considered the offer. It didn't take long, of course; he was still learning and couldn't exactly afford to turn down any such offers.
"Name's Rhys," he said as he extended a hand. "I'm takin' whatever help I can get, so thanks ahead o' time. How do I get a hold of you for tomorrow?"OOC  Name: Rhys Donovan
Journal: click
Division: Mist
Rank: Trainee
Description: Lean and fit, 6'2" and 162lbs. Detached but somewhat sociable, and is actually a bit of an a**. His thoughts, at least, are often sarcastic and none-too-pleasant, and while approachable he might not be the nicest of guys depending on his mood. Talk about sports or training to get on his good side quick, or give him pointers on how to stay alive while at Deus.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 8:39 pm
4:49 pm - training field
"Okay." And that was that--the little Mist seemed to disappear in seconds, her feeble attempts to hold conversation at least enough to fulfill a silent quota for the hour. But hey, at least she didn't feel like crying anymore--more like kicking herself for it later.
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10:59 am - commons
An excuse, her mind wanted to say. A reason to get out of the bleak bubble around her. Still couldn't be faulted.
"I'm okay," Stormy replied to her soup. "Thank you, though. I'll see you around...?" Hesitation, but it was a little better than nothing.
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4:20 am - common room
Her stomach couldn't decide yet if it was hungry; she felt vaguely ill just catching a few hours of sleep somewhere other than her bed. She appeared dazed as she considered her options.
"S'okay," she mumbled before yawning. "I'll grab something later."
Stormy clutched at the blanket around her like a cloak, as if trying to keep ahold of something meaningful. "You didn't have to," she said, gaze a little left of the smiling man's shoulder. "My fault for falling asleep where I shouldn't."
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9:24 pm - somewhere outside
"Stormy." She took his hand in turn, small and cold in grasp. In the bare minimum light, he might make out the beginnings of jagged scars as he sleeve pulled up during the motion, looking perhaps a little worthy of the name.
"Our phones come preprogrammed with everyone's number, so you can find me there if you want," she told him. "Or twitter, if you'd rather. It's @singingstorms." Though she was more of a lurker than a poster. "How's tomorrow at 11:30 in the morning on the fields sound?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 3:28 am
9:24PM Somewhere Outside
It was a curious name, which thankfully meant that it'd be easy for him to remember. What little of the scar beneath her sleeve he could make out would likely help with remembering, as well, and when the formalities were over with he slipped his hands into his jacket pockets and nodded along as she explained how to contact her.
"Convenient," he said as he pulled out his phone. He actually had never bothered to look through all the features it came with, and when he checked sure enough there she was in his contact list. Rhys pocketed the phone and added with a shrug, "Eh, I'm more of a text and phone call kinda guy, so if anything I'll probably text if I get there first."
Her suggestion got one last nod out of before he gestured back toward the dorms. "Yeah, that works for me. Guess that means I should try and get an extra hour of sleep if I don't wanna get my a** handed to me again." He was mostly joking, and flashed a grin to show as much.OOC Name: Rhys Donovan
Journal: click
Division: Mist
Rank: Trainee
Description: Lean and fit, 6'2" and 162lbs. Detached but somewhat sociable, and is actually a bit of an a**. His thoughts, at least, are often sarcastic and none-too-pleasant, and while approachable he might not be the nicest of guys depending on his mood. Talk about sports or training to get on his good side quick, or give him pointers on how to stay alive while at Deus.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 5:13 am
4:20 am - Common Room
He watched her intently, trying to gauge if he could trust her to get back to her room all on her own.
"You were tired. Ain't anyone's fault that you nodded off like that."
Deciding that he wasn't going to take any risk, Kyle took things into his own hands, taking hold of one of Stormy's forearms as his other arm went around her back to help keep her steady on her feet. "Let's just focus now on getting you back to your room alright? You'll probably feel a lot better once you've gotten some proper undisturbed sleep."
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