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 Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2015 9:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2015 9:44 pm
Despite the ease Aprife felt in familiar crowds, his eyes wandered, as they always did, along the outskirts of the group gathered in the meeting caverns. There would be time to greet everyone later, pester the new blood, probably piss off the older members he knew didn't like him. Let them hold grudges, as long as they worked in cooperation, he could care less what they thought of him. Their goal was the same.
Someone else had caught his attention again, though, a troll he was still somewhat unsure where he stood with. Muerte had been his recruit, and he was an edge disappointed things hadn't gone better on their first assignment together, but the greenblood remained and that in itself was a bit of an enigma.
Ah, Aprife could remember as if it were the night before, how the good doctor had complained nearly every single step of the way up until their confrontation in the tunnels. After that he'd been surprisingly agreeable, and despite the short outburst earlier, had been just as low key now. Say what one might, but in the relatively short time they'd known each other, Aprife came to believe that this sort of restraint was definitely not without effort on Muerte's part.
Leaning against the cavern wall, the yellowblood remained still and quiet for a time, tongue playing at the back of his teeth, before finally opening his mouth. Sure, Muerte had taken a pin, just like the rest of them, but that still didn't quite connect all the dots.
"I have to say, I'm a bit surprised to see you."
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2015 11:03 pm
Sweet silence.
Well, not quite. There was a clicking of his boots on the cavern floors as he traversed one of the adjacent tunnels that broke through the otherwise muffled hush. The sudden influx of trolls proved a little overwhelming for the introvert, in addition to the debacle with the child and his bouncy balls, and Muerte merely found it upon himself to sleuth out a spot with a respectable distance where he could collect his thoughts. The doctor was still fairly irked from that, but most of the anger had dissolved into something a little more shallow but no less bitter. It was somewhat unusual for him to try and contain himself, and part of him worried briefly about it. He chalked it up to the presence of the initiative leader being there and nothing more; after all, it wouldn't do to be insubordinate in front of Byakko, now would it? He'd gotten away with it regardless, but part of him simply didn't feel like pushing it.
The greenblood removed his glasses to massage at the space between his eyes, slow and deliberate. He could feel the inklings of a headache coming on and it was quite frankly one of the last things he wanted to deal with at the moment. The group seemed so small back after the stunt with Errade, but now there were many more faces that Muerte hadn't recognized. He supposed it was probably a good thing, getting more members and all that, but it also meant for more trolls to deal with. If any of them were as rambunctious and obnoxious as that child were—Now now, the child had apologized Muerte leave it at that—then he might have some difficulties dealing with them all.
The sudden—though quiet—voice startled him from his thoughts, though he couldn't say he didn't recognize it. No one else had a voice so soft and gravely, or at least no one that had any connections to him. Muerte had looked up—still absent one pair of glasses—before realizing that he still held them daintily in his hand, give his regards to the yellow blobs and giant curved orange horns for that number. Sighing, he slipped them back onto his face, looking ever so enthusiastic as Aprife came into focus before him.
"What, did you come here to tell me off too?" He snapped softly, sounding more tired than anything. He wasn't sure if he wanted to deal with a confrontation right now or not, especially with him. Thinking back to the last excursion he had with Aprife, it definitely hadn't been without it's trials and tribulations, and he wasn't entirely sure where he stood with the yellowblood anymore (not that he stood anywhere particularly grand before). He wasn't entirely sure he cared either. A part of him really wondered if he could honestly claim that, however. He had changed a little bit, hadn't it? He loathed to consider his subordination as a result of Aprife, but perhaps something about that whole deal made him a little more self-conscious. The scar on his lip burned.
"Just be quick with it." Muerte sighed, arms crossed defensively.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 5:39 pm
The reaction his sudden appearance garnered was hardly surprising. Still leaned casually against the stone wall, he regarded the way he was closed out, the way Muerte set up immediate defenses with his posture. It didn't quite match piece for piece with the image he'd conjured upon hearing the edge of tiredness in his voice. It was all show, he thought, or at least in part. The meeting hadn't even started in earnest and his companion was already forced to retreat to the corner to tend himself. Deduction told Aprife that the greenblood might've done better if not for the rapid influx of so many Initiative members and recruits who set the cavern alight with boisterous activity.
The yellowblood loved these kinds of situations, they made him feel so truly alive, but the two of them were different animals entirely. This was Muerte he was talking about, the one who chose to seclude himself in the middle of the forest, and Aprife was sure his only constant companions were science and that ruffly flock of wingbeasts he'd seen hanging around.
"I'm just curious. Crossing one leg over the other, Aprife let most of his weight settle on the tunnel wall. "I figured since I neglected to drag you here, you'd take that as an out and not show up. You're throwing mixed signals, y'know."
What were his motives? Why was he here? Aprife was naturally wary of everyone who sought out the rebellion, and even those who were enlisted by other, at least vaguely trusted members (see one: Muerte Perist, for example, there was no one among their cause Aprife trusted more than himself). Feeling left in the dark surrounding the greenblood's true intentions was a touch frustrating. He thought by now he'd have an easier time reading the guy.
"Why are you here? After what happened—you remember, right—I thought you'd be long gone. Why bother wasting your time with idiots like us?" His lips slid back over his teeth as he grinned sharply, accusatory in a way, but a lot of the malice had honestly faded since the mess with Errade. Now was simply the time to let the rest of it roll right off his back, too, and hopefully wind up with some answers.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 8:20 pm
For a blissful moment Muerte was hoping that no, the yellowblood actually had something else to talk about and that his snap would only be a bluff, but once Aprife began to prattle on with his questions Muerte stiffened again. I'm just curious seemed terribly petty. Muerte had a feeling it ran deeper than that.
But in the same breath, he had to give Aprife some credit. Why was he here? Why had he taken the pin when he seemed so entirely disgusted with how the previous expedition had gone? Why would he come here freely of his own volition? These questions probably did seem very strange to anyone that wasn't aware of the inner workings of his mind, and the greenblood clicked his tongue against his teeth in an agitated tut. He still didn't like feeling corned on it.
"It really does make me wonder, especially whenever my fellow comrades—" he drawled on the word with something hesitantly short of a sneer, "—decide to bother wasting their time interrogating me over it."
Despite the acerbic tone of his speech, the doctor did seem to relax again into a grumpy slump, toying his lip between one of his protruding fangs as he grumbled under his breath. If Aprife was going to be bitter over what happened last time then so was Muerte. Living alone in the woods did a wonder for his socialization skills; he tended to feed off of whatever was presented to him and this was honestly no different. Two could play at this game.
Especially when the b*****d had to bring up what happened—yes he did ******** remember thank you Captain Douchebag—his lip twitching slightly as he started to dwell on the statement. He quickly didn't have time for this.
"I have my own reasons," He continued vaguely before a slight, contemptuous spark seemed to light behind his glasses, eyes narrowing, "And I mean, if you're so truly intent on figuring it out, I'm sure as our venerable intelligent thinks-he's-the-s**t Head of Intelligence you could come to a reasonable conclusion without my input, right?" Suddenly he was grinning too, a rare and unsettling look for the doctor, "Maybe I should just keep you guessing."
Muerte was good at repressing things, good and the bad. What he thought had blown over obviously hadn't, not necessarily to the extent that he thought it should have by now. A part of him expected another confrontation like before in the tunnels; a rough shove, maybe something worse, maybe not because they weren't as alone here as they thought they were. But he wasn't about to spill everything to someone who honest-to-god acted like they were ******** better than them.
He'd let rest roll off in time too, ideally without consequences, but Muerte was only ever an optimist in opportunity and he was ready for whatever might come his way.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 9:23 pm
Yeah, he should've known he'd get this kind of reaction.
It hadn't been his original intention to lash out. In fact, he'd followed Muerte out here meaning to hold a cordial conversation, to urge him to open up, to start building an understanding between them. Aprife couldn't even claim he'd opted to push the greenblood's buttons as some kind of test to gauge his reaction. The truth was a discomforting one, he'd let his emotions override his judgement.
Shrugging off regrettable situations was a specialty, one he prized for its usefulness in most any case where keeping a level head was what mattered. Holding a legitimate grudge for this long felt more like a crutch than anything else, it weakened him, and now it was ruining his carefully crafted image once more. Muerte had seen this side of him more times than he felt like acknowledging, but there was simply no skirting around it now. The line between them, though he wasn't sure what to consider them, was beginning to blur.
Aprife could take a dangerous chance here. He could confide in the doctor, risking a very real part of himself, or he could pull back and they could end up at square one again. The yellowblood hadn't spent much time self-analyzing over it, but something in him couldn't help winding up at this crossroads. Considering Muerte had found himself on base by his own volition, Aprife probably could've left him alone. Hadn't he succeeded in his original plans already?
"Your own reasons, huh..." he gruffed out. "Doesn't everyone." It was a statement, and not one meant for much thought beyond buying him a little time to mull. He sighed.
"Look, it's a little late to be straight now, but here it is." They should've had this conversation a while ago, when the ache was still fresh, but it was too late to regret that now. "I don't get you, I can't quite read you enough. That pisses me off." It wasn't as if Muerte didn't know he had weaknesses. Hell, he had to assume the greenblood thought he had a myriad of them, but that didn't mean he liked outing himself.
"I never used to get pissed off so easily, y'know? ********, well you wouldn't know... Doesn't matter. Fact is, that pisses me off, too. Vicious cycle, get it?" Swallowing hard, he willed the dryness out of his throat. "I don't expect you to just spill it, I wouldn't, but I'm asking you. No shitty games, no.." he motioned between them, "... whatever the ******** our issues are. Just a straight question. Why are you here?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 10:43 pm
Truth be told, it wasn't necessarily Muerte's original intention to lash out either... Was it? The doctor hated to think himself belligerent, but in reality... he was a little prone to these things, wasn't he? Muerte thought himself self-aware, but the fact was there was a majority of things he kept hidden, even deep within himself, from himself. He lived alone, thrived alone, had no patience for outside contact... Muerte hadn't just built walls deep within himself, he lived within those walls deep in the woods, shielded away with his secrets and science.
And honestly, none of that really mattered to him before, and god be damned it wouldn't now. Of course, by surrounding himself with other individuals within the rebellion, what did he expect? It was only a matter of time really. It wasn't as if he cared for them, god no, but even simple socialization was a strain he hadn't realized existed. There couldn't be a conversation without the doctor willing up a barricade. Muerte realized in a split second (or perhaps re-realized was a better phrase) that he reacted defensively, dog-eat-dog. If he could guard himself from harm first, if he could keep those channels from ever opening, he would be fine.
Yes, because he had been hurt by others before. More namely, he had been hurt intrinsically by himself. There had only ever been two things that the greenblood put his trust in: Himself, and Eranza, his lusus. Poor old b*****d. Funny how that trust worked; he had ruined everything between the two of them and proved to himself how idiotic even trusting others were, how even trusting yourself was unsafe, ********, he didn't have the time to think about these things, not now definitely not now. His eyes had widened, face blank, leagues away from where he stood for the smallest of instances. Aprife's voice had thankfully brought him back from his musings, and he found himself accidentally hanging onto his quiet words, a ground. Anything to keep from thinking about that after all. He might have been focusing too hard, but it was better than leaving himself open to distraction. This was fine, this was fine...
Not that it really would have mattered, because what the yellowblood had to say caught him completely off guard. The sneering grin had long since vanished off his face, but any residual malice melted into a sort of puzzled confusion. Aprife couldn't read him? That was what pissed him off? His eyes narrowed slightly as he prattled on, hearing how his voice dried in his throat. When he snapped back, Muerte wasn't expecting some sort of bullshit heart-to-heart, if he could even call it that. That definitely wasn't what this was. For some reason or another, the yellowblood merely found it advantageous to confide into him.
Muerte had a hard time putting a finger down on the rebel officer himself, but he had already come to the conclusion that he was just as s**t at reading people as he ever could have imagined he was. This was not filed under his category of "strengths".
Lusus woes graciously forgotten, the greenblood moved to speak except... what was he supposed to say really? He couldn't trust Aprife, simply couldn't, but he couldn't deny that there was something raw and frank about the way he confessed himself. He looked suspicious, kept himself blank.
...removed his cravat, taking his glasses off in tandem to wipe them down again. He never thought himself to have any nervous habits, but there was something soothing about occupying his hands whilst trying to speak. "Why am I here..." he mulled the question out aloud, wasting time much in the way Aprife had initially, parsing his thoughts.
He supposed it wouldn't matter much anyway what his motives were. It wasn't as if he planned to sell them out to the crown. He'd do what he did the first time if things went south: get the ******** out. There wouldn't be any more gain in wasting his time trying to get back at them if things got to that point. "The grub..." he mused, holding up his glasses to stare through the panes.
"Yes, the mother grub is assuredly the main reason," He continued after a pause, dutifully giving the other side of his glasses the same meticulous attention, "I... don't know if you realize this or not—I'm assuming not—but... your influence is not the first time I've been led here. I've been involved with this group, very briefly, quite a while ago..."
Slipping his glasses back onto his face, he glanced sidelong at the wall, fiddling with the green cloth in his hands, "You must realize I have no real interest in the sanctity of this planet, nor do I really give a damn about the crown. I caught wind of a group trying to locate a mother grub in the desert probably—sweeps at least, definitely—quite a while ago. There was... something about a jadeblood, something went wrong. I don't know the details. I didn't stick around long enough to find out."
Muerte made a vague motion with his hand. It was strange talking so much, and very unlike him to beat around the bush in the process, but he was getting to his point, "I could care less about the Initiative's ideals and goals, Invasi. It's a pipe dream. If someone wants to willingly walk into this deathtrap and die then that's their own prerogative. It isn't mine. I care more about the preservation of life—the sciences, medicine, research—" ah, his voice was starting to rise, calm down, "And I find the grub fascinating. I wouldn't have this chance to examine one so thoroughly any other time. It's just another case, another thing to document, something I find of interest, nothing more."
Well, that wasn't necessarily true. There were a few other things, though they were nitty-gritty in comparison, but still important facets for the greenblood. He was calm now. Civil. Eyes not necessarily reaching up to meet Aprife's. He'd given the yellowblood his answer. Part of him felt strange relieving all of this information to him; honestly he knew the yellowblood himself probably had his own agenda (doesn't everyone), and whatever the hell he wanted this information was up to him, he supposed. It wouldn't matter either way, he assured himself.
"What about you?" he wondered aloud before he could really catch himself. Hell, whatever, fair was fair right? Not that he expecting Aprife to be readily open about himself. He already had been once this entire night and Muerte assumed that to be the end of it. "I suppose if you're where you are now, then you probably have plenty of reasons to be loyal. If that's why you're interviewing me," and he used the term loosely, "I'm not going to just ******** you guys over, even if I am in it for myself."
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2015 12:51 pm
The mother grub. s**t. How that could've flown so far over his head was a goddamn mystery as hazy as Muerte himself. It felt ridiculously obvious now—this one instance, at least—when he considered it. A troll of his profession would be interested in furthering his scientific knowledge through research, wouldn't they? What better opportunity could the greenblood find to examine such a creature? Likely none. A mother grub was an integral part of their society, of their survival as a whole... Seeing one face to face was certainly something Aprife had never expected to experience in his lifetime.
Hah, Aprife could do all the piecing together he wanted to now, but the fact of the matter was, he hadn't figured this out on his own. It was refreshing to know, but still frustrating to realize he hadn't made it here by his own ability, to think he'd completely overlooked such a basic premise for the doctor's presence. Something told him he'd been thinking way too hard about it, expecting some convoluted reasoning with twists and turns and corkscrews... the works. When that happened, it was sometimes unfortunately easy to ignore what was right in front of you.
Lesson learned, occasionally situations called for taking things at face value.
There was, of course, a part of Aprife that believed in the ideals of the Initiative, that fought for an equality of blood so true worth could be determined on ability alone. He had no soft heart for those who couldn't prove themselves in some way. It didn't have to be a grand spectacle (though the yellowblood himself strived for a particular greatness), but if you had no talent, no worth, no will to work hard, you had no place in a world such as theirs.
Yes, he believed in the rebellion, but he believed in himself even more, had goals of his own he would see fulfilled through the gateways he was positive the group could provide him. That was what unsettled him so much about being unable to determine Muerte's angle. Everyone had motives, everyone, and it made little sense why the doctor would remain with them when he so obviously held distaste for their supposed disorganization and didn't care for their ideals. It made Aprife wonder if he'd returned sporting some nefarious plans. Well, by his own words at least, he hadn't.
"I don't blame you for not sticking around before, I'd almost forgotten about capturing the matriorb until the big reveal." The nights they'd spent in the desert training and preparing for the inevitable battle that would scar Aprife's deepest memories for sweeps to come was something he didn't often think about. Not back then, at least. Since finding new resolve in himself, he'd begun to let go of wounds of the past in favor of learning from his mistakes. Much easier said than done when it came to more recent upsets, he almost touched his throat, but he did what he could.
Oh, he was grinning again now, even if it was a light one. "I do hope you're enjoying the new opportunities." Muerte appeared passionate about his goals, if that inflection in his voice was any indication. If the greenblood could further those goals while working for them, that was all Aprife wanted to see. "Any advancements in your research are just as good for us, I don't plan on asking for more than that."
Then came the question, what about him? "I have quite a few reasons, I admit," but the tone in his voice said he didn't plan on spilling them, not just yet. "I also admit I've had an uneasy feeling since earlier... When I saw you I couldn't help thinking you might actually be here to screw us over after what happened last time."
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2015 7:13 pm
Muerte snorted; so Aprife did suspect him, did he? He almost looked angry, but really he just looked annoyed and miffed. Listening to Aprife's words, though, he couldn't really blame him. There was something a little off about this whole predicament, and Muerte couldn't shake the feeling at all. Still, what right did this fool have blaming him?!
Oh, well, he was the head of intelligence, he supposed it was his job. "As if," he scoffed regardless, "I don't have the time nor the energy to focus myself into petty revenge.". He was vindictive, yes, but he hardly carried it out. "Besides, I'd rather not hit the hornet nest with a stick, I enjoy living."
There would, undoubtedly, be much more than a couple trolls who would want him dead in that instance.
"Still, don't you think it's a tad foolish to stay here?" he wondered aloud as his glasses found his face again, "It's no doubt that the crown would know about our presence here. Can't say I'm fond of glancing over my shoulder at this point." He did so almost out of habit by this point, grumbling inwardly, "Though I suppose I should say I'm flattered you thought so capably of me. There's really no gain in doing so however; this place has nothing aside from the grub—" well, that wasn't entirely true. The greenblood found himself glancing at the pin on his coat.
"Well, I suppose the pins are actually quite endearing, if only there was a larger presence of these delightful things. It's almost false advertising really. At least your leader has good taste in names and mascots—; the featherbeast motif is at least a good one" He gushed, much like he was earlier about his sciences, except this time was about his venerable birds, "It's just a shame the group can't live up to such quality and standards. Whoever forged these had quite an eye for detail. The are, I dare say, perfect."
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2015 12:51 pm
If there was one subject Aprife didn't expect to broach, it was the one that tumbled casually out of Muerte's mouth before he could even so much as acknowledge their shared concern. Even after he'd finished, the emphasis on perfect snapping so crisply off Muerte's tongue, the yellowblood only tipped his head slightly to the side. It probably shouldn't have been such a surprise... Everyone had interests, but Muerte "You're All Morons" Perist seemed more the type to keep to serious ones as opposed to something like, say, a featherbeast infatuation. His enthusiasm was palpable, though.
Now the flock of visitors at the doctor's hive made just a little more sense.
"I... don't expect we could fly a phoenix flag and live long," he offered, grasping at something to respond to when all that kept coming to mind was how he thought he saw Muerte's eyes lighting up as he spoke. It actually made him grin even more, face contorting in amusement. "But y'know, I'm sure the inside of this place could use some sprucing up. Ever thought about forming a decorating committee?" Sure, he was joking, but only halfway so... Livening the place up might actually boost morale, not a bad idea.
"Well, maybe not this place." An edge of seriousness cut his tone as he rubbed instinctually at his wrist, the one that still carried the brand hidden beneath his sleeve. "There's no doubt they know about this place, Errade was feeding them information. Just because they haven't stormed us yet, doesn't mean they won't. I agree, I know I'd feel better if we had somewhere new to rebuild the organization."
Moving sweeps of information, supplies, and tools would be hard, not to mention the enormous mother grub, but even that didn't change his mind, he believed staying here was strategically foolhardy. He found himself looking over his shoulder far too often, as well. For now, at least, he felt somewhat confident in Muerte's denials. Of course, he'd keep an eye on him, but he kept an eye on everyone. It was hardly a personal insult.Melancholies the only good thing in this world is birb
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 9:14 pm
"That wasn't what I was implying you moron," Muerte huffed, hands uncrossing to find their way to his hips. "I just meant that if someone was going to offer such a spectacular symbol as their emblem for a group, then the aforementioned organization needs to live up to it."
"And I don't have time to form a decorating committee Invasi, I'm a doctor," he put a large amount of emphasis on the word, stressing it, "But I suppose I could find time to discern and criticize whatever sort of ornaments and baubles whomever-the-hell decides to hang up around here. I only settle for the best you know."
It was hard to tell when Muerte was actually finished with his rants, but the doctor gave a very short hmph like he was at least done talking for the moment. Despite Aprife's seriousness, he felt it necessary to consider the very nature of the Phoenix, tapping his chin decidedly. He was at least pleased that the two shared a similar thought; for all the morons that compromised this rebellion, Aprife at least seemed to be one of the smarter, if not more cunning ones. Of course, it meant little to Muerte. He was still better fundamentally. He just wouldn't say it out loud. Better than being shoved over again. In retrospect, he actually wasn't sure how much of that he meant. The yellowblood wasn't so bad really, not when he was compared to some of the other choice idiots that roamed unabashedly here.
He offered a nonchalant shrug, hands bobbing in the air with his shoulders, "Well, I suppose if the leader finds it safe to stay, then we're staying. I simply hope she's ready for the I told you so," It wasn't like Muerte to be that petty, but he couldn't help it. There was something so undeniably wrong here that he would be a fool to look over it. Everyone else could enjoy their reunion and peace, but Muerte wasn't having any of it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2015 6:41 pm
There wasn't much need to remind Aprife who the doctor was around here. After all, he'd sought Muerte out on that basis alone, only realizing later that his interests in other sciences would likely prove beneficial for their cause, as well. An added bonus, but not his original intent.
"A doctor with discerning taste, I know." There was as much emphasis on said medical profession as had been presented to him. Just to show he was paying attention. "I honestly wonder if anything would pass your inspection that you hadn't made yourself." It wasn't a question, though Muerte was welcome to answer his thoughts if he saw fit. Aprife truly believed if any sort of interior design choices did, for whatever reason, find themselves on the greenblood's desk, they'd never receive the stamp of approval.
It was a silly train of thought, he had to admit to himself, but the lighthearted banter made things just an edge less awkward all around. He had to admit, he still enjoyed to play.
"Hang onto your I told you so's. You might need them, but let's hope nothing happens to warrant it, anyway. Just keep your eyes open like you've been doing. Let me know if you notice anything." He stretched his arms above his head as he pushed away from the wall. "I think for now we should head back. Don't wanna miss anything important."
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2015 7:14 pm
Muerte himself had straightened up considerably, the exhausted slouch from the beginning of his venture here a far cry from how he carried himself now. Huffing almost indignantly, he shook his head. He wasn't one to play around, not by a long stretch, and all of his answers and words were completely 100% no questions asked serious.
"Of course they wouldn't!" his arms had found themselves wildly gesticulating in the air, his voice exclaiming as if any other idea was an absolutely preposterous one.
Int he next second there were folded back against his chest, nose turned up as if he were trying to appraise the yellowblood, look down at him and sizing him up even though he was so much smaller in comparison. Totally serious.
"Yes, well, right. That just wouldn't do. Let us go quickly then before you waste any more time."
Muerte scuttled off quickly, his short legs by no means holding him back from his abrupt start.
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