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 Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2015 12:49 pm
 x Athene has an unexpected customer
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 4:25 pm
He was exhausted. Reemus had gotten little respite from the events in Four Fronds. Sure, Mia had tempered it, but he had to rely on a highblood after being humiliated by another highblood; he wanted to sleep, but if he did, he didn't want to get back up. What little oomph he had left was dedicated to doing what he could to avoid anyone giving him a hard time anymore.
As he wandered through the big city, unfamiliar ground, with only a small piece of paper with information copied off of a directory, he might as well be slightly swaying as he did so. Didn't Vos live here, too? Oh, god. He hoped she wouldn't catch him tonight of all nights. No one should see him like this, except maybe one troll who had been kind to him about this kind of matter before. A shirt, nice commentary on his fashion show outfit...
Reemus looked down and frowned. He had been cleaned up to the best of Miache's abilities, but Reemus hadn't taken care of himself much since. Woofmum had made some effort, too, but he didn't want her touching him right now. His clothes were a bit of a mess on his frame, and had picked up whatever grossness on the way through the city and plains. They were pretty torn between size issues and the fight from earlier. His hair was barely being held into a ponytail at this rate, and his face was just barely starting to fuzz up for the first time.
He was a mess.
Woofmum kept trying to reassure him with nuzzles and boofs, but he ignored it. She kept calling him normal, but a whole crowd of others of his own kind had said otherwise. No, he didn't want to listen to his lusus right now.
He squinted as he looked down the street. After an agonizing read-through in his efforts to decipher the name of the intersection he was at, then confirming that's what his scribbles told him, he lumbered to the tailor shop down the way. The door opened and closed with a tinkling bell. What a gentle sound.
The yellowblood looked around with tired eyes, hoping at the literal last second that he wasn't interrupting anything. Now that would be awkward.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2015 6:47 pm
It had been a quiet night, the kind Athene enjoyed and loathed at the same time. It was soothing on one hand, with just work to steady her and she got most of everything that needed to be done quickly but on the other hand it was... well, boring. There was no one to talk to and the time seemed to pass slower than ever, seconds crawling by into even slower minutes.
She didn't even want to work on her bigger projects tonight, the ones that usually ate up time and made everything go faster. There was something about the beaded dress and the other, bigger projects that just didn't feel right tonight. So anxiously she sat and knit a pair of gloves, wondering what to do with the rest of the night.
Luckily a troll was coming in and she looked up with a smile, prepared to greet them and have something (even small) to defeat her boredom, but her smile slipped as she saw who it was. "Reemus?!" She cried, knitting slipping to the floor. She hadn't seen him in so long but he looked a mess and she rushed around from the counter to him, hands hovering in concern. She wanted to reach out but she didn't know if it would hurt him or not, didn't want to make anything worse than it was. "What happened, how did you get here?!"
Gl!tch~ how bad is it i know your gaia name by heart bc
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2015 7:06 pm
"H-hi, 'Thene. Uh..." He bit his lip. Shoot, shoot, he didn't think about what he'd say to her. And she seemed so upset... Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should've just slept it off.
"I, uh, I got in a tiff...wasn't fun. Got in a few tiffs...n' got mad at mean bloke...it was a real bad night..." he trailed off, voice getting quieter and quieter as he went on. "I, uh, got here, um. I jus' found where you were n', I dunno. You were nice n' I needed someone nice who I knew n'... I dunno." He looked at the floor. "I was bad." Vos definitely couldn't see him like this, that was for sure. Not Vos or 'Ori or anyone like that. But maybe Athene would understand. She was older, and had been really tolerant before...
"I don't look good do I? Nothin' fits no more, n'..." He looked at his clothes, still messed up from falling on the floor at ALG, plus mud and whatever else from whenever he slipped on the way to the city. He had a hard time focusing up until now. "I shouldn't a' come, I'm worse than he said I am, and and-"
Reemus's face fell into his hands. "I dunno what to do, I dunno what to do!" he whimpered. Gillian nosed at him, uttering a sympathetic whine herself.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2016 6:59 pm
"Oh, Reemus.." Athene replied quietly, gently placing her hand on his shoulder in hopes to get his attention. "I'm glad you came, really, don't doubt that. I just, didn't expect to see you I guess." She smiled a bit ruefully at the understatement, trying to keep herself calm. It wouldn't due to panic when Reemus was already upset and she needed to help, not wind both of them up even more. "Here, let's just start getting you cleaned up and we can go from there. It's easier to figure out the problem when you have less of them, mm?" She said while tugging gently at one of his hands, giving him a shaky smile as she did so. Small steps, it was always easier with small steps and this was definitely something in her power to fix, unlike the other stuff of which she wasn't entirely sure.
Gl!tch~ o/ remember when i was active.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2016 6:21 pm
"I didn't expect to come. Never really thought about it 'til...I dunno." Reemus hadn't thought about things like tailors or going out of his way or anything like that. He usually just...did stuff. He liked just doing stuff. Then he got in trouble for just doing stuff? Thoughts like that made him fall into a momentary silence, just letting Athene lead him along.
"Everyone's into this clean bizzo," he finally muttered, although it would be impossible to tell if it was an observation or a remark.
Or, really, higherbloods were attuned to it. Miache, Athene. Though, in his past, he met plenty of lowerbloods who didn't have any dirt on them either. But no one said anything, right?
He paused. "Didn't you used t' be a li'l bigger?"
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