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 Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 10:03 pm
Deacon was exhausted after the third day of class, having used up so much energy. Energy that he really didn't think he had to spare. It was a miracle he hadn't managed to pass out since they all got here, although inwardly he sort of wished he would so that maybe he could get some form of rest. Maybe if he passed out from exhaustion, he wouldn't hear the voices. Maybe he could sleep, then, without them driving him crazy.
He sighed heavily as he slowly slid open the door to his room, sliding it shut behind him... Mostly. Usually it had closed easily, but this time it hung up and remained open just a bit. A pebble or something, the truth he probably wouldn't know. Unaware, the bakeneko pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it down near his things. It was far too warm to wear when he wasn't trying to hide the gray blotches on his body. His back was to the cracked door, revealing not only his bare back, but a few small, gray imperfections scattered over his skin.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 10:24 pm
There was something to be said about how quietly Riley entered a room. She may have enjoyed how people seemed shocked and unaware that she'd been standing beside them when her voice filled their minds, but truly it was just experience, taught from an early age, and now second nature to her. She entered the dorms after a glorious day of Diplomacy, carrying several of her fellow students tokens in her arms. She looked absolutely glowing with pride, until she saw one of the door's slightly ajar. Someone was changing within, and she knew they would rather not let people see, so she politely moved over to close the door. Her hand touched the soft wood holding the paper, and stilled there as her eyes took in the mere second's glance at what she saw.
Deacon would hear the clattering of tokens falling to the floor behind him as Riley stood there, still as the grave, her eyes widened in horrific shock.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 10:42 pm
The sound of Riley's tokens littering the floor nearly made the feline leap a foot in the air. He wheeled around, startled, to look toward the source of the loud noise.
He didn't expect to find the door ajar. The color drained from his face when he realized from the look on her face that she had seen him. She had to have seen the graying of his skin, why else would she look so startled, herself? Any other time, Deacon might have playfully teased her about peeking on him and being dumbstruck with what she saw. Not now... There was no humor in this.
"What is wrong with you?!" Deacon bellowed, apparently accusing her of why his door was cracked. Blindly, still staring at her in horror of his own, he tried to cover what he could of his imperfect state that was just as visible on his lower abdomen and arms. "Close the door!" He demanded, sounding more desperate than stern. "Get out!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 10:49 pm
It was a testament to her priorities, that Riley walked right over her tokens without picking them up, and moved into Deacon's room instead of getting out as he'd asked. She did, however, close the door - behind her. Her eyes tilted in an odd sort of pity, but her voice sounded sharp and violent.
Shut. Up. She hissed, moving closer still. Her eyes roamed his body, searching for the signs she wanted to believe she'd mistaken, and her shoulders slumped just slightly.
Oh, Deacon. Now, her voice matched her expression, and she let out a long, stressful sigh. How long ago did it start.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 11:01 pm
Deacon felt like he was suddenly trapped and seriously considered fleeing through one of the thin, paper walls. The way his eyes darted between them and the approaching mindflayer probably made it obvious. He stepped back the few feet that he was allowed, his ears falling back and tail puffing out to no less than twice its normal size. Terrified was a very good word for him right now.
Although he did shut up, his eyes the reflection of his fear as they widened to their maximum the closer she got.
When she asked him when it started, he stared at her wordlessly for several long and awkward moments, before he seemed to process the question. He answered it honestly.
"J-just before Scarentines..." The look in his eyes changed, the fear seeming directed at something other than her now. "The voices..."
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 11:15 pm
Riley could taste his Fear. She relented at how easily she'd managed to pin him, probably frightened that she was going to turn him in - and why not? She was the president of the Student Council, tasked with the job of protecting the students from dangers such as this one. Dangers such as Deacon. And Jericho. And herself.
She slowly unfurled the sash holding her gown sinched tight at her waist, and the silence that enveloped the moment made it strange, and awkward. Finally, she let the sash fall, and the robe loosened around her, enough to slide off her shoulders and pool at her bent arms. It may have been awkward for a moment, until it was suddenly clear why Riley was showing him her body. She had a small undershirt that covered up her neck, and cut off just above the large gaping hole that sat in the middle of her silver chest.
And it was silver, almost completely through. The purple of Riley's tentacles and her face was probably all she had left, at this point. Little slivers of her original skin remained at the sides of her body, striping her in odd places, but the area around the wooden circular device in the middle of her stomach was completely silver, smooth, and solid. It felt cold to the touch.
It was only moments before she immediately pulled the robe back around her body, and picked the sash up. Her eyes remained firmly focused on Deacon, watching for his reaction carefully, even as she re-dressed herself.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 11:45 pm
The tabby's amber eyes focused on her movement, moving from her gaze on him. He really didn't know what to make of the fact that she was undoing the sash around her waist until - he gasped in shock. In the instant he had wondered just what in the name of Halloween she was doing, he saw. He hadn't realized he had been holding his breath when the intricate garment slid off of her shoulders, and he belatedly purged his lungs as he stared. It wasn't a lewd stare, but one of frightened realization.
This was what was going to happen to him, too. His fingers brushed over the patch on his own stomach, not daring to be so bold as to reach out toward Riley's chest of all places. He knew what it would feel like, or at least he had a pretty good guess. Chilled like death, and firm.
At last, when Riley lifted the robe back up over her shoulders, he looked up to her face again. "What is... Why is this happening to us?" Whether or not the 'us' referred to both of them, or just himself was hard to say. "I... I didn't think there were others."
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 12:06 am
There are others. Riley's voice was nothing but a whisper, as she finished tying the sash back up, and then flopped down to the ground, taking up his bed mat of all places and folding her legs up underneath her. And we don't know what is causing this yet. We're working on.. well.. She shook her head. I won't lie. We have no leads as of yet. And I really don't have a lot of hope. That sounded entirely bleak, and unhelpful. Did you have any exposure with hunters recently, before it happened?
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 3:13 am
"Others?" Deacon repeated. It was hard to be relieved, considering the circumstances, but to know that he wasn't alone in this after all...
He moved to sit on the floor nearby, surprisingly without complaint that she had taken up the sleeping mat. Riley was here to offer him information, he thought, and he should at least let her rest where she liked. Though, his ears fell back in dread as she went on to tell him that they had no leads on the cause.
The fact that she didn't sound hopeful for a cure only made him look all the more concerned.
"Thanks for that boost in confidence..." He stated flatly, but quietly, his gaze wandering over the wood grain of the floor if only to keep from looking at her directly.
He shook his head slowly to her question that followed. "No. Not at all. I mean, at least, not that I know of."Nio Love SO SORRY I TAKE FOREVER AUGH
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 8:53 am
Deacon's answer mystified her further. If not hunters, then what could have caused this? Her brow furrowed in dismay. I am nothing if not a realist. She murmured softly in lieu of an apology. And I don't feel very optimistic about our situation. Still... I don't plan on giving up. We'll figure something out eventually. Until then, perhaps you should make sure you keep yourself healthy. Have a fear shake every so often. Eat well. Be stronger than the infection, always.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 1:29 pm
Deacon nodded slowly to her words, his gaze wandering off to one side at nothing but the vacant space before his eyes. He almost chuckled, a smirk tugging at his lips, although there really was no humor in the expression. Or, in his words.
"I don't think it's that simple, do you?" Deacon turned his amber eyes to her, looking serious. "If the one student known best for her intelligence... Is so effected by this sickness of the mind..."
He trailed off and sighed as he looked away, unsure if he was overstepping a line or something with his words of assumption. He really didn't know Riley personally. When it came right down to it, he didn't know anyone at the school on a personal level. He hadn't cared to before; hadn't even tried. His feline ears tilted back and he finally looked back to her with a frown.
"What hope could the rest of us possibly have, if you can't overcome this yourself?"
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 7:44 am
It is not a sickness of the mind. She corrected quickly, as if offended her intelligence might be in question. You see how it changes our body. This disease attacks all of us, not just the mind. She stood up quickly, and placed her hand on his shoulder.
Who is to say I will not overcome it? Besides, She squeezed his shoulder and moved to leave his room. There is always hope.
A moment before disappearing past the doorway, she paused, and gave him a lingering glance.
Find me once we have returned to Amityville. We will speak with the rest of those working against this illness. Together, I'm sure we will prevail.
She did not wait for an answer. As soon as her voice faded, she was gone.
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