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 Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 5:52 pm
Taryn was a bit uncomfortable with the nature of this meeting; she was used to the anonymity that the forums provided. While nobody would know her username even now, they hadn't even known she was a member at all. Within the room she saw shapes she recognized, Mort being one of them, but what stood out to her specifically were the ghouls who seemed to be at the head of the club. ...was there anything they didn't do? She smiled and waved to Lizzy as she entered and hovered nearby within the door.
Oh, this was so strange...Dragain No need to reply if Lizzy wouldn't ICly, I just figured I'd quote just in case!
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 6:03 pm
"Nothing!" Jericho snapped to Amrita when she asked if there was something that could be done. More people were coming in. More eyes on him. More apologies that weren't necessary. More attention.
"JUST. STOP. STARING!" he boomed while pulling in his wings further. Coming here was indeed was a horrible idea.
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There were a number of faces that Shun hadn't quite expected around here. At the same time, there were one or two that he didn't even recognize. His gaze flicked from Sammy to Jericho briefly, frowning at the latter. The dragon looked rather unnerved at the moment.
Still, he remained silent. He had nothing to say here. Not until the subject matter was actually brought up.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 6:18 pm
Jericho's snap at her raised no immediate reaction. It only made her stare at him more, if only for a moment or two. Then, wordlessly, she left the room, walking past him without so much as an upwards glance.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 6:34 pm
It looked like being later than she would have liked was a rather poor idea as Shehk's arrival came to the chiming of a dragon who was growing irritated, sighing as she crossed over to him. The pricolici's hands brushed over Jericho's shoulders lightly, though she said nothing, just squeezing.
She didn't ask if he needed anything, nor did she try to force him to calm his nerves. She did that enough and she knew all she needed to do was ease the tension he was visibly showing. "I'm late." she said with a weak smile, "Anything exciting happen or am I still early enough to the party for things to happen?" she asked, her voice quiet.
The pricolici said nothing as she glanced to the others who were assembled, just offering weak looks to others who were assembled thus far.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 6:59 pm
Mot gave Sparrow a nod as he stood nearby, though his eyes lingered on the door for Hel. When she did appear, he grinned. He felt better knowing she was there with him. He nodded to her as she stepped between them, his attention going elsewhere as she talked to the other grim. Such as Jericho's outburst. Mot frowned and cast his gaze elsewhere. Not hard to hide under a hat.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 7:46 pm
Someone stepped between him and Mot, wedging herself with them on either side, and Sparrow glanced down to see Hel's familiar head of dark and light hair. A small amount of tenseness eased from his shoulders, and he reached out a hand, gently patting her shoulder before linking his fingers behind his back.
"It's good to see you too," he told her truthfully, and then smiled over at Mot, who looked obviously relieved to see the ghoul.
But the pleasantries over, there was a shout from one of the boils, one that Sparrow had seen before but did not know other than his name - Jericho. He pressed his lips together and did exactly what Mot was doing - looking elsewhere.
"Are you both all right?" he asked, first to Hel, and then with a glance at Mot. "Ah...I don't actually think we've...officially met, though we've talked once or twice - you're Mot, aren't you? Forgive my forwardness."
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 8:12 pm
He was still a bit edgy, but things had gone fairly well the last time he'd gone running off to help SEEDS. It wasn't like he could pass up the invitation, imaginary danger or not. Aymet entered the cave-like room as Amrita left, giving her a long passing glance as she walked past him.
He was finally alone in his skull as of fairly recently, though the paranoia had only died down slightly. It was so much to process. But if anything, it hardened his resolve. The others from the haunted house - he caught sight of a good number of them - by now they would have seen or heard about what the hunters had done. At least everyone who had voted for the hunter to die could feel especially vindicated. It was the right decision.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 9:38 pm
If Amrita noticed Aymet coming in as she left, she gave no indication.
When she returned a while later she had a bundle of loose fabric clutched in her only hand, and she stopped about an arms length in front of Jericho, casting only a brief glance at Shehk before focusing her attention on the much taller Dragon. Still silent, she thrust out the fabric she was holding, stopping inches from Jericho's chest.
It was a cloak; a tattered dark grey thing, but a cloak nonetheless.
And she continued to stare expectantly at him.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 9:48 pm
Jericho fell silent as Amrita suddenly left. Bad idea. Bad bad bad. Even as Shehk came by to try and ease his nerves, he was still not feeling all too great mentally. Though, he was surprised when the Vetala returned all of the sudden, with a tattered cloak in hand. Staring at the offering that had been thrust out to him, he slowly took it and threw it over his wings and shoulders.
"... Thank you," he said while lowering his head. It should help ease the amount of staring.
Hopefully.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 10:04 pm
Shehk offered Amrita a small smile and mouthed a 'thank you' as well, before looking to Jericho again, reaching up to brush a hand over his hair an offering him a smile as well. "I think it looks nice. I'd rather like it in red, though..." she added, a sort of melancholy look coming over her face before she half leaned against him.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 10:10 pm
"Red is a bit more of our color yes.." Jericho smiled weakly. It was one that didn't quite reach his eyes, but it was still a smile. Sort of.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 10:15 pm
"Yoou'ree welcoome." Her dual toned voice was hard as if annoyed; or perhaps it was just due to ruined vocal cords. "Pleease doo noot yeelll at people who aare juust woorried abouut yoou." Amrita said, her rasping voice much softer this time as she gave a vague gesture to the room. Her request wasn't for her benefit; she could take yelling; nobody else deserved that treatment. At least not those present currently. She wasn't sure on specifics as to why he was so touchy, but she did sympathize in that she remembered what the voices in her own head were like; she couldn't fathom what he was suffering from.
"Hiii, Shehhk." Her attention moved to her fellow undead, giving her a meek smile and a brief nod now that her business with Jericho was, in her mind, over. "Excuuse mee." They seemed busy so she politely excused herself, wandering back into the room where she finally spotted Aymet and, against the wall, Mort. She waved the latter over with a little smile while approaching the former.
"Hoow aare yoou two?" She did look more at Aymet for a moment, glancing back at the cloak she had given to Jericho; she didn't think she'd get it back, and hopefully Aymet wouldn't mind too terribly.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 10:34 pm
She'd take whatever she could get. Not looking gift horses in the mouth and all. Even if how somber and disrupted he seemed to be with everything was making her heart ache, but what could she do to fix that?
"Yeah. Yes it is." she sighed. "It's a good strong color. Very suiting."
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 10:39 pm
She returned Taryn's smile and wave readily; she could actually recognize everyone so far. No unfamiliar faces yet... Which was good. These were students she could trust, mostly because they were 100% real, made out of FEAR just like her.
However, Jericho seemed to have snapped a little, and she winced at the yell; he took a risk by coming here without some sort of a cloak to cover his wing tips, but she was rather touched to know that he trusted the group enough to show it. She had kept his condition a secret from Junko and Xiu, mostly because she had no idea how comfortable he was with letting more people know, but... Maybe...
She stood up, and walked over to Jericho and Shehk, greeting the latter with a smile, and the former with a pet to his forehead, since a hug was impossible from the way Shehk was leaning against him, "How comfortable... Are you with us talking about Insanity? No... Rather, how comfortable are you with us talking about Insanity in reference to your current condition?"
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 10:44 pm
Nodding to both Shehk and Amrita, Jericho's attention soon shifted towards Lizzy as she approached him. Her question brought a frown to him, and he had to hesitate for a moment or so there. The voices were 'speaking' against it. It may bring trouble to talk about it around so many people.
But at the same time...
".. As long as you aren't planning on ridiculing usss..." he murmured. It had been awhile since he had switched back to the 'I' pronoun. But then again, he had been stressed a lot as of late. One way or another.
"Otherwise.. We suppose it's fine."
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