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 Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 9:41 pm
Amrita stared at the bundle of yellow jacket that hid the bundle of hunter jacket that hid the glowing stone tablet that had fallen after that Human's death. She stared at it hard, sitting cross-legged and arms-folded on her best, which was surprising on it's own; she hated her bed. After bringing it home to her room she had stuffed it under her bed, and almost immediately after DC had it pulled out, pawing at the fabrics and whining that terrible, gutteral whine of his. It said something isn't right here FIX IT. It took her a while to shoo him off, and that was when she had taken to sitting on the bed with it.
She couldn't keep it under her bed, DC might not ever shut up...but she couldn't take it anywhere else either, for the sake of the Scarelings that may act upon what they had already done.
Hello, Rock and Hard Place. Amrita doesn't like you.
So she himmed and she hawwed, she pondered and contemplated, deliberated and speculated, and after a while she gave up with too many dead ends or too open ended ones. Clearly, she needed help with this. She took the bundle of two jackets, stuffed it into an old worn bag, and then snuck out of her room. It was like being a ninja; a backwards limbed ninja holding a parcel like her life depended on it.
Well, it did, but that was beside the point.
A few doors down she found Aymet's room, and she knocked on it urgently. "Aymet? Ayyyyymet?" Please be home please be home please be home!
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 11:05 pm
Aymet had made himself very scarce since the Haunted House. It had been in his best interests to lie low for as long as he could after the secretary had spotted him with the others. Detentions were one thing. Helping carry out a dead, exploding human was on a whole other level.
Not that he felt any remorse about what they did. He had a million reasons to defend his vote, along with the stubbornness undead were known for.
The dracolich had been in what passed for sleep for undead, more like daydreaming. He was curled up in his cave-like room in his natural form, listening to the quiet clacking of bones as his many soul eaters and their offspring rummaging around. Amrita's knocking sent him into a panic before he recognized her voice.
"Amrita? Just a second." There was some rattling as he messed with the locks, his gigantic claws not well suited to the task. But there was finally an all-clear clunk, and the door creaked open slightly. "C'mon in."
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 11:40 pm
"Thank you~" Amrita murmured as the door creaked open, never one to forget her pleasantries. She stepped in carefully, still treating the bag as if it were precious, and without looking at the room's occupant she turned and closed the door.
And maybe resealed a few locks.
She turned towards the creature in the room, expecting to see Aymet as she knew him; instead--
"UNHOLYJACK!" She squeaked out in surprise, startling so badly that she nearly lost her grip on the bag. It took a bit of fumbling but she kept it up, squeezing it tightly against her chest. Aymet was...large. Very large. Much larger than she imagined he would be. Just...how...this room was so...just...what!
She needed a bigger room, clearly.
"...Oh I...I'm so sorry! I didn't mean---I just---You're huge!" Yes, very polite.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 12:09 am
The massive draconic form shied back a little toward the far wall when Amrita shouted. He was definitely more on edge than usual. The cold fire inside him was casting everything in a sickly blue light, moreso when it suddenly blazed brightly in distress. "What??"
"-- Oh." However sheepishly a skeleton could, he reached out and picked up his pin from where he'd tossed it the other night not far from Amrita. The dracolich's form shivered and vanished, instantly condensed into humanoid form at eye level with Amrita.
"Sorry for surprising you. I guess I'm not usually... like that. Ruined a few good controllers that way." He wiggled his claws for emphasis. "It just feels more, well, natural."
"So what's up?" Aymet asked, adjusting the skull on his head as he walked toward her. Across his clothes there was still a spray of blood - human blood - that he didn't seem to realize was there.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 12:40 am
"Jaaaack..." Amrita groaned under her breath, suddenly feeling very bad about yelling. Whoops. She watched his transformation anyway, her eyes wide with fascination. Her natural form was about as big as she was, just a little more...twisted. "No, No...I'm sorry, it's just...I've never seen a---" It took a moment of shifting the old bag in her arms, but she managed to free a hand enough to smack herself in the face with it. "Sorry..." So much messing up lately! Geez...
"Controllers...? Err, well, ah...I wanted to ask you abou---um. Aymet? You've...got a little..." Her gaze had wound it's way down his front on the way to looking at the ground, but instead she spotted the blood that sprayed him. With a near dead pan she gestured to herself, miming the spot where they spray would be on his person. Little, indeed.
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