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 Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 9:37 am
It was starting to get warmer and humid again. Gross. But Stormy as usual just adapted to the situation and shed her winter layers like an animal shed fur, pinwheeling her bare arms with a sigh. It was odd: back in the human world (which she sometimes called the "real" world on accident) she was the kind that stayed inside as much as possible. Here? She felt compelled to leave her dorm and muck around outside.
The beach might be lovely this time . . . hopefully. She was still afraid of the supposed sharks she had been told about.
Tank top and shorts and sandals, a journal and pen under her arm along with a thicker book, a towel over her shoulder, a large brimmed hat upon her head - thus was how the trainee left her dorm to traipse along outside Headquarters, blissfully unaware of what had just transpired in a rather murderous mystery.
Sleeping in a lot did wonders.
Stormy didn't even reach the beach this time. Nope, she got lazy and spread her towel near one of the base walls, happy to have both some shade and a place to rest against. Although now that she had sat down, now she wished she had gotten some food . . . Dangiiiiitttt . . .
< < Why aren't you training? > >
I did already. Reading's more fun and it's bad to overwork your muscles.
Thane snorted and mentioned something under his breath like excuses.
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 10:01 am
The silence from Song was deafening.
If he wasn't holding her totem in his hand, Lucky would hardly have believed he'd actually gotten his weapon back. It was like an impenetrable wall. Now and again he could sense the uncomfortable notion of another pair of eyes sharing his, but almost as soon as he noticed, she removed all traces of herself from his consciousness.
You're still mad at me, huh?
. . .
I'll take that as a yes.
He pocketed the lucky 'rabbit' foot and stepped lightly along the path that led out to the grounds beyond the walls. In defiance of the unusually sunny weather, he had his hood up. He was still dreaming of blue guillotines, white fire, and grey fog, the few times he dared to close his eyes. The dark circles were unmistakable behind his glasses.
Just outside of the walls, he spotted another person lounging in the spring weather. His fingers curled instinctively around the drawstrings of his hood, preparing to hide himself further. Instead, he narrowed his eyes in recognition. "... Burzliwy?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 10:10 am
Just as she was laying out and really stretching, and just as she was tilting her head to the wall, she heard it: what normally had been a gargle of foreign sounds turned familiar. Letting her head hit the wall, Stormy turned and blinked at the patch of green hair and square glasses. "Oh! Oh wait I have this, hold on, it's . . ." She made a face.
Two seconds. Three seconds. Four. Five.
"Dzień dobry, Lucky," she finally and slowly managed, her tongue tripping a bit over the shaping of the words but a genuine look of pleasant surprise on her face. One day she'd try his real name. One day. "Am I getting better at it? How are youuuuu? You have the Hoodie of Ominousness on." Well, at least she assumed having hoods up in warming weather meant as much.
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 10:40 am
He felt a surge of nostalgia at hearing even a trace of Polish from someone other than himself, and cracked a small smile. "Is getting better, Burzliwy."
"I am..." Lucky leaned against the wall, sliding down it till he ended up in a heap next to her. "Alive."
His hands sought distraction and readjusted his glasses. He spoke lowly and quietly. "For the now."
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 10:47 am
She threw her hands up in a most o/ like fashion and beamed, a strong emotion rarely shown; she was terribly proud. "Yay~" Stormy cooed softly, though her glee dimmed as Lucky slid down next to her. Why did Puppy look so down? Maybe he wasn't used to dying or near dying either?
That was actually comforting if so.
"Did you poke your nose somewhere and get it bit?" she prompted gently, turning herself towards him with a curious look. She even poked his nose for measure.
Astarael ahahahaha SNEAKING POST IN ON PHONE
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 9:24 pm
"Hej!"
He gave her a conspiratorial look and leaned slightly closer himself. "Do you remember mystery of murder?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 9:32 pm
M-Mystery of Murder?! She had to lean in close as well after such ominous words. "I heard something happened," Stormy murmured with a glance around. "But not any details. Did you go down a . . . rabbit hole?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 10:29 pm
"In vay." He stared in the direction of the treeline curving below them. "Is hard to know vhere to start. Vell... you saw room once, I do not explain again vhat looking like. I come back because I think mystery is training test. Ve search room again for the clues. Secrets in table. Ve find note... room is fake, just model, real test is to question suspect."
"And suspect is... everyone."
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 10:34 pm
emotion_kirakira
It really was a murder mystery.
She ought to be frightened, and she very well would be by the end of it, but for now Stormy was caught up in the story-like element. She scooted closer to Lucky in order to be closer to said story-like-ness; it helped that Lucky was doing the "look off into the distance" dramatic look that was dramatic in a cool way and the accent hngggg accentsssss. Okay, focus. A fake note, a strange upturned room, and an unknown suspect . . .
"Everyone? How come everyone?" Stormy had to ask. "There wasn't a way to narrow the list? What about primse suspects? Wait, was I a suspect and didn't even know it?" That would have been a head spinner!
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 9:59 pm
"Is vhat notes say. Ve ask around, but do not get far. Could be anyone... could be you, or me, as far as anyone else vas to think." Lucky was caught up in his larger-than-life story enough that he hadn't quite registered Stormy was practically right up against him. He lowered his voice sharply, finally looking away from the trees. He looked a little bit disgusted at what he was saying. "But murderer, it turn out, is our own leaders."
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 10:11 pm
While frankly even Stormy wasn't surprised to know Caelius would be a conspiring murder at this point, her eyes still widened. "Not Miss Aria too?" she prompted quietly, poking his arm for more information. "Why did they do it? What else happened?"
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