Eridia was shocked. Shocked to see he had dared to slap her. Her, the one he said he would never leave her. It was sad to know that his previous actions weren't genuine. All that time, he was just pretending. Didn't her father warn her about him as well? He was a two-faced liar and that was something she couldn't live with even if she was a liar herself. A liar's punishment was not in the least that they are not believed by others, but that they cannot believe anyone else. And she stopped believing... He said he could be outside waiting, or his remains could be taken outside, which one was the most possible outcome? Eridia didn't want to answer correctly.
"I do understand." She said darkly as he now only led her. Thankfully Aconan was left with Hemera which reminded her to harshly question the greenblood when the tine was right. Now she had to cut whatever thread was left tying him and her that interposed her with Gerard. "But I don't think you do Mortis." Addressing the other by his last name told him where he stood. "You'd never understand. "Hell he wished he did, since this 'nonesense' was all alien to the blueblood. Eridia knew that from the day they had met. "You'll never understand my feelings right now and you'll never find someone who will make you feel the way he made me feel. So yeah, I could snap out of it... but now..." Eridia now dug her nails on his arm and scraped them down to his wrist as a thank you for the slap. "I chose not to."
"For your safety... and Aconan's, Gerard better be outside alive."
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 8:33 pm
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Somehow, she managed not to look away from Commander Vidari and the Blueblood as her Moirail struggled against her hold. Leeroi was stronger than her, but she managed, somehow, to keep him from their throats. She did very well, but she was pretty relieved when he finally stopped struggling. Her grip loosened from it's tight vise at his touch. She wanted to lean into him, but now was not the time, and this was not the place. She closed her eyes, once, briefly, and then opened them again, giving him a slight nod.Thank you She wanted to go home. She was done playing this game, too.
Eostre nodded. She could see Tamiya just fine. She let Sarcel lead her to Tamiya, not missing the blush on the other blueblood. She flashed her eyebrows for a moment, and turned to look at Tamiya. "I'll be fine, darling," she managed to say with a crooked smile, after a moment's silence."Have fun." She steadied herself with Sarcel's help and stood near Tamiya, watching the little yellowblood, Elidae, as she took Kursha's vest and pressed it against the purpleblood. Eostre wiped the black gloves against a clean spot on her dress, trying to clean them anxiously. The juggalo girl would be strong, and be fine, and then...
She didn't know what would happen next. Tamiya gained consciousness with a loud display she'd grown to expect from the clown, complete with fanciful vulgarities. And pulled... a broken silo of salt out of her kimono? Eostre stepped forward, reaching a hand out to touch Tamiya's shoulder. So tall... She felt a knot that had been in her chest unravel slightly, and she realized she was feeling relieved. Tamiya woke up, and she was fine, they were both fine. The whispered prayers came true. "Elidae, I'll help," she said softly. She couldn't lift the towering teen herself, and even Eostre's assistance was likely to be fairly useless too, but she wasn't going to sit around and do nothing. The hive was burning and she wasn't going to burn with it. She went to Tamiya's side, so she could support her from the back. She felt... strange around her now. Had so much changed just in that moment, the blueblood wondered vaguely. Of all the trolls to get shot with, she supposed it was okay that it was Tamiya. "You really are a miracle, aren't you Tamiya?" she said with a nearly soundless snort of a laugh, mostly to herself.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 9:03 pm
The flames in the storage room flicker gently and slowly lick out into the hall. ✿△ △ (◕‿◕✿) ==>
This thread will remain open for wrapping up rps until all remaining trolls have exited.
Aconan flinched at the slap, hand tightening on Azreal's and pressing back into Loupsus. The shouting flowed past her though, like buzzing static that was loud and louder and awful. Her free hand crept up to her spongeclot and she clamped it down hard enough that her claws dug in, beading little buds of green springing up.
Weirdly, it helped.
The sharp stab of pain brought her back, somewhat, just as Azreal spoke to her and passed her over to Hemera. As the higherblooded troll took her hand, a sharp throb of shame rushed through Aconan. What was she doing? She was being a burden, after being so useful earlier. And yet....and yet she couldn't force herself to let go of Hemera's hand, instead clutching it tightly. She leant into Hemera, gently bonking her head onto the other's shoulder in a clumsy attempt at affection.
"Thanks, Miss Mera."
The words were almost whispered, but Loupsus's chuff of relief was not - yes, his little one was going to be fine. It might be a little rocky, but she had good packmates to support her. It would be fine.
Still, the house was starting to heat a little. Aconan started to speed up, inadvertantly pulling on Hemera's hand should the tealblood not speed up also. She bit her lip.
"Miss Mera, if you don't mind perhaps we should ride Loupsus - he'll be able to get us out far faster than we can."
Her voice was a little steadier now, and she even flashed a (somewhat unconvincing) smile at the other.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 11:44 pm
[+] Kursha Vidari
With Leeroi and his empty-headed companion gone, Kursha spun to check on Tamiya, who still lay sprawled over the body of her juggalo brother. Elidae knelt at her side, whimpering as she pressed the fabric to the clown's back. Eostre it seemed had recovered enough to sit beside her. Still, even between the two of them, he doubted they could budge the purpleblood.
Shaking off the intensity he had channelled just seconds before, Kursha started towards the trio. He had only gone a few paces when Tamiya awoke with a shriek. Kursha broke into a sprint. Nothing like a few obscenities to create a sense of urgency. It may not have been in his nature to be compassionate, but Tamiya had been one of the few trolls at the party with any worth, and he was not about to lose her.
By the time he reached her and the others, the purpleblood's wound had mysteriously begun to seal. Even so, the amount of blood spattered across the floor was concerning. Eostre supported her one side, while Elidae flitted about, fretting and anxious.
“No need? Kursha echoed. “That hurts, Tam.” He swooped in to take Tamiya's other side. Hunkering down, he guided the clown's arm over his neck, and slipped his own arm around her torso, careful to avoid the concentrated hole of blood in her back.
“Nice work, Elibug. You too... partner.” He offered the blueblood a wink and a strained smile. “Now, before we all start choking on smoke...” Bracing himself for the Tamiya's weight, he swung the trio towards the door.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 2:14 pm
Waiting for the blueblood to finish, Regina's response at first was a small, slightly curious smile. She seemed about to speak, when the two children she had been watching marched by. Catching the papers that were thrust at her, the empress was momentarily distracted. Then, turning back to the blueblood, she gave a small shake of the head as her hands firmly tucked the crumpled and ragged documents into a pocket. "Everything seems to be sorted. Unless you're eager to join the drones sweeping the coast for Awassi, then you should probably get to helping your .. friends out. I think someone was mentioning a fire - " She half turned and gave a sniff, catching the smoke in the air. " - which of course is just typical." Giving a quick flap of a hand towards the universe in general for always wanting to burn everything, she continued to look around the room. "The faster people clear out, the quicker I can too. If the death count gets too high, It'll be hard to hold any other soirees in the future." The last comment wasn't directed towards Sarcel, and felt more like the queen thinking out loud. With that, she stood back slightly and returned to monitoring the room, a sign that the blueblood was dismissed.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 9:11 pm
Tamiya grunted. “Fine. Assist me!” She conceded. “I am… A ******** miracle.”
The purpleblood creakily wrapped her arm around Eostre and the other around Kursha. A faint smile drew on her fading black lips. “You have done well… The three of you. I will make you some… Tea later.” She remarked. A warm sensation grew in Tamiya’s chest cavity – likely the return of some semblance of health to her now staunched and cauterized wound. These trolls who she had only briefly known before were now friends. Some more desirous than others, though was that some kind of flirting Vidari was pulling earlier? Probably. Her memories of the nutrition block were filed away at this point, and she focused on escaping from the burning hive intact. A hive aflame had never been this satisfying. Dripping blood and salt, she was the purifier. Without Larque or Sinter by her side she captivated her peers and achieved her holy goals. What was the pattern in her success? In her failure? She was coming back. Recovering, and growing stronger. Losing less. A hive first, then fingers now some measly blood. Next time, Tamiya thought, she wouldn’t even smear her make-up. The realization of validation – of her actions, her path, her skills, herself— seeped in. The corners of her mouth drew into a smirk. Tamiya gripped her two companions and limped out of the hive.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 10:27 pm
Now Sarcel was waiting for Regina to finish, listening focused on the Queen's words, thoughts hinged on the small smile. On the very long list of impressions Sarcel had of the empress, friendly wasn't one of them, and it definitely wasn't her place to assume it friendly now, but the expression was decidedly different from the one a few hours prior. That one was wry, a little fed up. This one was a little more peculiar, and Sarcel couldn't place it. Oh well. It wouldn't do to keep royalty waiting.
Sarcel honestly wondered how those two children functioned in society, watching as they tossed those documents at Regina. Her expression was definitely miffed, but she remained silent up until her silent dismissal.
"I think the soirees will be just fine; no one else is dying tonight." not on her watch, it sure as hell wasn't. Turning her attention to the room as well, she was relieved to see it mostly cleared, saved for the ones her age assisting Tamiya. Her eyes fell down to little Elidae, the only remaining child. What a goddamn trooper. Sarcel didn't know very much about the yellowblood, but something swelled in her chest and still made her feel proud.
It made up for rest of the unfortunate children here tonight. Sarcel could work with this. She made a mental note to personally talk to the child after she checked off all her responsibilities. Hopefully Lorata and Alifax weren't trapped in the burning hive somewhere...
Ugh, now wasn't the time for that.
"It's reassuring to see you back with us, A-Aiguma." Sarcel forgot the formality somewhere in there, but the relief was genuine. She wasn't about to get in the way of the teens, nudging Elidae along with them without offering any more words. There would be time to talk once they got out of this place. She gave the Queen a final nod as they departed.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 7:15 pm
The clown's roar certainly startled the little yellowblood into jumping back a few steps, as it was unexpected and if not a bit terrifying. Elidae was sure she was unconscious. Guess not. Shaking slightly, she watched as Tamiya struggled to regain consciousness, sputtering her colorful language. There was movement, and suddenly she produced something from inside of the top of her clothing. Salt. SALT. SALT ALL OVER HER WOUND.
"OH MY- what-what-what are you doing?" Elidae squeaked breathlessly, gawking in complete and utter horror as Tamiya daubed her open wound with the salt of all things. As she continued to address her own injury, the yellowblood could only stare in bafflement and strange fascination, eyes large and dilated. The wound... the wound began to seal. What in all of Alternia was happening. What was she witnessing. Why wasn't anyone questioning this.
"F...fu... ******** d-dandy?'Elidae repeated quietly, blinking rapidly at the rich purple mess around them for only a moment. Abruptly, she shook her head to prepare herself in tending to the purpleblood's request. "Oh, I-uh-oh my- okay?" She looked Tamiya over briefly. Big. She could do it, maybe? But as she dropped the bloodied vest on the floor and went to grasp Tamiya's waving hands, a familiar voice approached. Beautiful Eostre, in her ruined dress, covered in her purpl-wait is that blue? covered in her blue blood. There was a sense of relief to both her presence and appearing alrght. Or at least, speaking and moving around certainly meant 'alright'... right? She gave Eostre a curt nod, standing back as she came to Tamiya's side. Kursha swooped in on her other side just in time, ready to rock and roll.
"Tea would be lovely!" Elidae piped up in response to Tamiya, following their trail with tiny steps. Glancing back, she gave the queen a curious look, before being shuffled off out of Awassi's respiteblock by Sarcel and out of the flickering hallway in suit of the trio, escaping the ensnare of the burning hive.
