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 Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 3:19 pm
🔓 Lilwolfpard come back when you get the floor 1 key! sammpai come back when you get the floor 1 key! Nothing Yet come back when you get the floor 1 key! ol-j-man come back when you get the floor 1 key!
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 5:00 pm
Quinn shuffled yp the stairs to floor two, curiously looking around with his new key in hand.
Who knew keys could be purple?
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 5:30 pm
“Quinn!” Shiloh wasn’t really sure how or when he’d remembered knowing the man in front of him but he did, and he grinned, happy to see a familiar face. He wasn’t even particularly sure where he was familiar from just that he knew him, and he was pretty sure he was wearing his pants. Without waiting to see if Quinn recognized him, Shiloh had bounded over and wrapped his arms around him in a hug. He was pretty sure he hadn't hugged Quinn before, at least not that he remembered, but he just couldn't contain himself.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 7:59 pm
Unlocking the door provided a room ahead of her, and the room provided partial recognition. Shiloh. Mimsy smiled, though it was possibly the smallest smile that could be categorized as one, and wished she could work up the nerve to hug him too. She waved instead, running her thumb over the key held in her other hand.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 10:41 pm
Another key turned in the lock. Szczeosny had walked in on something, all right, because everyone looked so happy. And so familiar. He waited one second, two, ten, to discover he had a reason to smile too, tangling his fingers in the strings of his hoodie. His heart skipped no beats. < There, there. >" I know you," he spoke aloud finally, pointing at Shiloh, Quinn, and Mimsy in turn, as if surprised by the revelation. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen some of them before, already, but those interactions were warped by multiple iterations occupying the same space in his mind, hunter coats and skull pins and ornate metalwork transposed over each other to the point that he could not tell where one version ended and another began. He reached out to the three of them one at a time, taking hold of something, a loose fold of cloth, a hanging piece of scarf, as if blindly feeling them to make sure they were really there, really real. His hands ended up curling around Mimsy's wrists, pulling them upward into the minute negative space he had left between them. "You died," he explained, and even saying it aloud wasn't enough to evoke what he knew it should have.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 11:38 pm
Anxiety wrapped itself around Mimsy's chest and she couldn't bring herself to approach the two, but the sound of a key turning in the lock seemed to distract her tangled thoughts long enough for her to escape. She found herself breathing easier - until she saw who walked through the door.
She held her breath as he touched her sleeve, brows furrowed as she tried to think, continuously falling short of the connections she wanted to make each time. There were numbers and flashes of recognition and science she no longer knew how to perform, of singing and adoration, of knowing exactly what she was doing as she wrapped that off-colored bandage around his leg...
Pulling his wrist along with her, she reached up to touch his face with her fingertips.
"I lived," she replied, smile twitching into something happier. "We both did."
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 2:47 am
One hand slowly came undone from its vice, brushing up along her arm, her wrist, until it came to rest overlaid upon her own fingers. His bright green eyes remained wide, moving in microsaccades across her face. He looked -- surprised?
After a moment of epiphany he hung his head, letting her fingers gently fall away as his did. A curtain of unkempt black and green hair fell in front of his face, obscuring his eyes. He made a noise - it could have been a laugh, or a sigh, maybe of relief. He glanced up again, and a smile slowly split his face, devoid of the sharp teeth from before.
"I was afraid..." he began, but there was no point in saying more. Instead he buried his face in her shoulder, continuing to make that quiet laughing sound. He'd pulled her into the brief, tight embrace of two old friends meeting again after years apart, then proceeded to reach out and pull Quinn and Shiloh into the group hugging business whether they liked it or not.
I was afraid she would push me away again.
< Oh, but they will. They always do. >
They won't soon. If anyone had looked closely, they would see the laughter did not quite extend to his eyes. Not if they need me.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 4:31 am
Being hugged made her skin feel sort of twitchy, and Mimsy found herself more uncomfortable with the increased inability to enjoy hugs than the hug itself. With the same tentative motions that one might use when touching a stray animal, she reached to pat his head as it was pressed against her shoulder.
"Ohhh," she sighed, filled with an echo of sympathy. "But you don't have to be! I'm here."
She lowered her voice, though it made little difference, considering how close they had all found themselves. "I'm here. And I remember how brave you were. How you defended me and led me to safety." How you let me test everything on you first, over and over and over again. "I might not be alive if not for you."
When she pulled away from the group hug, she was smiling again, weak but determined. Weary and fragile.
"In fact, I think that you should be the first to open this door. You've earned it."
Shiloh and Quinn both received pleading eyes, if they happened to look at her.
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