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 Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 1:24 pm
The nergal boil rather hoped that Riley didn't mind house calls. Now that he thought of it, he'd never been to the ghoul's rooms....in truth, he'd never even been properly introduced. He was sure she had a full name, a proper one that befitted her standing and race, but for the life of him he couldn't remember it. The mindflayer was just one of those people that he'd always seemed to know in some form or fashion, came to be acquainted with by association, and then buzzed around in the same circles with until friendship was acquired. Or at least whatever passed for friendship these days, as Sharra had come of the opinion that everything was a touch...skewed in this world of theirs, and he no longer took everyday things in his life for granted. Human hand jammed into his pocked, and its clawed counterpart loosely curled at his side, he then raised it to lightly knock on Riley's door.
There were a great many catastrophes that had occurred during their little jaunt to the island, and though it seemed that everything had been undone, they all knew it was just not so. Everyone had been affected in some form or fashion, and scars lingered, be it emotional or otherwise. There were a plethora of actions and results of those decisions that didn't at all sit well with the demon youth, and to get them off his chest was...necessary. Starting with Yaya, naturally, but their heart to heart had involved far more physical contact than Sharra intended on bestowing upon anyone else. With her aside, Riley was now chief on his list.
Even now, he didn't truly know the whole story, it wasn't as though they'd had time to sit down in the fog and talk about their feelings...or even extend apologies, sympathies...but now he did. She hadn't seemed at all perturbed with him before...but that had been then and this was now, and Sharra was something of a worrywart.
His aunties would have been so proud.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 2:10 pm
Riley's living room was normally a haven of pure darkness. She had become accustomed to it, finding peace in the solitude of a world only she could see.
Lately, however, with how many people who'd taken it upon themselves to visit, it had become more of a burden than a blessing.
She sent a thought to her Cthulhu, who scrambled out of it's water tank and shoved it's little fingers into the crack of the door, prying it open. She herself was unable to reach the door at the moment. When Sharra entered the room, it would still be dark, except for the light that the hallway behind him gave the room. Riley was perched on one foot, standing on the armrest of her couch. She was installing a light to the ceiling of the room. In her tentacles she carried several different tools, and one of them lifted up to the light and snipped a wire just as she turned her bright eyes down to look down at her visitor.
Sharra. What a pleasant surprise. Please forgive me for not greeting you personally at the moment, but I'm almost done here. Please, make yourself at home.
She chuckled to herself - never in her wildest dreams would she have ever thought she would utter those words to anyone. It was why the room was dark in the first place - when she'd first joined the Academy, the last thing she wanted was visitors. And now..
Well, things were different.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 5:32 pm
Sharra gave a bit of a sheepish wave to the small critter that had been so kind as to get the door for him, amused by it in some way...quite unlike his own collection, mind, none of them had tentacles. Heading over towards the couch, he blinked repeatedly almost bemused by the way that Riley was currently playing handy-man with the light socket up there. Not something that he would have ever imagined the mindflayer doing in any of his rather ridiculous mental acrobatics involving his fellow students, and he smiled faintly, a shadow of his usual easy grin. "No worries, do you need any help at all?" He asked out of sheer politeness, not that it looked like she really needed a hand when she had an extra or dozen appendages.
Perching on the far edge of the couch so as not to unseat or disturb the ghoul's work, he made himself comfortable, as she had invited him to do, as he waited for his ever so slightly luminescent eyes to adjust to the dim light around him. Luckily, not a problem for his race either...he merely wasn't at all accustomed to rooms being unlit. But who was he to question another's preferences? Seems he'd seen a little bit of everything lately.
Heh. He'd let her clamber down before he started conversation as to the root cause of his visit.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 2:14 am
A final twist, and Riley's arms rested at her sides as she cautiously inspected the light. It looked affixed.. she nodded and hopped from her one footed perch on the couch, to a one footed perch on the floor, without missing a beat. Then all of the tentacles released the tools into a toolbox at edge of the coffee table, and she shook them thoroughly. I don't think so, but I appreciate the offer. If I've done everything correctly according to instruction, that should have completed the process.
She walked over, and held her claws against a turning knob on the wall. Let there be- She turned it. Nothing happened. - .. Ah. Let there be failure, it seems. I suppose it's the wiring in the walls. I'm not the best at that particular part.. I'll have to ask Barth to take a look at it later. She closed the door, and left them both in the darkness. My apologies for the lighting issue. Take my hand, and I will lead you into the study. It is well lit there. She bent down and put her hand on top of his.
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