calling out for what [open]

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    The young black and orange feline flicked his tail quietly. "Anuva!" He yelled. Where was that bitch? He didn't even know why she had come to him in the first place, but he wanted her back. It wasn't because he liked her or anything, but the things she'd said....he needed to know what she meant. The cub panted slightly, sitting down, his tail twitching agitatedly as he stared up at the sky, willing her to come down from the heavens to him. "Anuva!" He yelled again. Why wouldn't she just get through it all? Why had she left him in a lurch?


    He still couldn't shake that feeling that he didn't belong here, that he was supposed to be something else. He didn't like the way he couldn't understand how he was supposed to be. He couldn't even explain it to himself properly. It sounded stupid whenever he thought about it, and yet it was something he couldn't shake. "Please...please come back." He said, his voice softer, a quieter sort of desperation.
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    [justify]"Who are you talking to, kid?" she asked as she walked over, a soft look in her eyes as she looked down at the cub. He seemed sad. What had happened? She was curious, though she didn't ask. Being nosy wasn't very good, at times.[/justify]

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    Upon hearing the cub's anxious yowls, the older male hurried over, slowing his pace before he approached the tiger. "Hey, is everything alright?" Steampunk called out, voice a little gentler than usual.

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    She did think Evan was a little peculiar. First the butterfly, now, his yelling at the empty sky. Anuva. Who was Anuva? The name was unfamiliar, and held no significance for her, but through the fatigue of her thoughts she did wonder who they were to the tiger cub, and why he was so intent on calling them. And, if perhaps they were even real. Like it had been said, peculiar.


    Slightly irritated by the loud calls, amplified by her sensitive hearing, the small-statured warrior came to a stand beside Wingspan, ears twitching. Her efforts to not appear piqued seemed to be working, and she allowed a bland sort of curiosity to slacken her expression. "Anuva? Is that a friend?" She was interested despite herself.


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    The young black and orange striped feline caught a glance around, studying all of them with a strange look on his face. They were always interfering, weren't they? They were no help at all. They only ever made him feel foolish. He was beginning to see why sometimes people weren't always great.


    "Anuva. And no, she's not a friend." A friend would come when you called for them. A friend would want to help you out. A friend wouldn't tell you a bunch of strange things and then leave. A friend wouldn't let you feel terrible or have this aching sensation, not if they could help. No, Anuva was certainly no friend. He was beginning to understand why Cynthia and the others seemed to hate spirits so much. But Evan didn't hate her either. Maybe she had places to be, other important things to do...still, he felt abandoned. "Everything is not okay." Evangelical Nightmare flopped onto his back unhappily.
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    Give me strenght to believe this dream's within my reach
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    Being concernd over the tiger the young advisor made herself over while studing him for a short moment of time trying to understand all of this which was impossible for her. Not being good to read of others expression she was just as bad to know what to do to help. Which only made Eternal feeling even more useless and thought she not deserved to be an advisor. "I-if you w-want to talk i w-will listen " Was all she could offer as she took a seat beside Evan with Teddy put between her paws. Casting her gaze down for a second like she was in thoughts she suddenly draw them back to the tiger cub. "Or y-you could talk to T-Teddy, he is a g-good listener...um if you w-wish " Shifting a paw in the snow Eternal returned to look down on towards her stuffed animal thinking she really was useless to help a friend in need just like with Lavi.
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    "What happened? Did she do something?" she asked. "You don't have to answer if you don't want. If you'd rather tell someone else, or keep it private, that's fine by me... just, maybe we can help, if you tell us. But don't feel forced to."

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    Evan sat uncomfortably for a few moments. It wasn't that he didn't trust them not to have his best interests at heart -- it was more that he didn't want them to think he was any stupider than he was already. Maybe they all already knew everything there was to know about spirits and the like. Evan wasn't sure. "No...she just said stuff." He didn't even remember what all of it had been anymore. It was a blur in his head. There had been something about poison, and then something about raising the dead. Like what? He didn't get it. He didn't even care all that much about understanding what she had said about those things. What he wanted was to stop feeling like there was something wrong with him. He wanted that more desperately than anything else. But he didn't think they could help him. She at least had a hope of knowing why he felt they way he did.


    "I just have this feeling and it hurts and I want it to go away." Evan tried to explain. He didn't really need to see Anuva again -- nor did he particularly care to. What he really needed was just to not have the pain he was in now, a pain he couldn't describe nor understand. "And I think maybe she could help."
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    [justify]"What's the feeling like? Is it powerful?" Maybe he had a crush on her...? Possibly. "Is it like... I don't know how to explain it. Haha." She smiled at him, trying to be of a comfort to him.[/justify]