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    oie_232017122WtNTkBu.pngoie_232018239e1r7SZr.pngFolkvar Fenrik | Male | Nord | Last Dragonborn

    Miraak | Male | Nord | First Dragonborn


    Folkvar was about to ask what 'C’est la vie' meant when Paracelsus held up the bullet for him to see. It was interesting that something so small and insignificant looking could be so painful. "Wait, what?" Was his response to her mentioning breaking bone. "You were going to break my arm to find the bullet? That's... really unsettling. I'm relieved you didn't have to."


    After a moment or two passed, Miraak finally noticed Mewtwo walking beside him, staring at him intently. "What do you want?" he grunted, picking up his pace to walk in the lead once more.

    So let's be happy

    OOC:

    Forever happy

    IC:

    Mewtwo started slightly, apparently having not realized he had been staring as long as he had. He clicked his tongue breifly against the roof of his mouth. He was staring, wasn’t he? Yep.

    Well, now he needed to think of something to talk about. Knowing enough to not give the response of what he was actually doing, but instead rapidly searched for a new topic.

    “I wanted to ask what we have planned. I want what it is we intend to do when we find them to be clear to me,” Mewtwo replied, tilting his head slightly to the side and feigning a determined look, though it didn’t exactly look genuine.

    Good. That’s some kind of response. It will suffice.



    Paracelsus shrugged causally, beginning to clean out the wound again, and taking out a needle to thread it.

    “Well, if the bone had healed around it, I wouldn’t have had a choice,” She explained, “You would have continued to be in pain until I removed it properly. If that meant sawing through the bone, so be it.” She was used to getting this sort of reaction. Too few people understood her methods, it seemed. But that was fine, they’d come to accept it.

    “Still, it’s good that I didn’t have to saw through your arm.”

    Her hands worked quickly and expertly, mending the cut tissue and stitching flesh back together. Lots of practice with her hands, stitching up adventures as well as herself countless times by now.

    Completely happy

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    And a tiny bit sad


    The Yuxorg came stomping, its wide eyes simmering with rage. Its claws left deep stripes in the ground, further upsetting the Fersoui. Giffany's stomach cowered and brought the rest of her chest down with it, while her skin crawled and her throat clammed up. Every part of her body was telling her to turn and run. Every part except her heart. She could hear it pounding from within her ribcage, as though it was cheering its body on. And Giffany wouldn't listen to anything or anyone else. She charged up...and then it hit her. The Fursoui had patched up the holes in her suit, meaning there was no way for the electricity to escape. "What do I do?" She looked and felt all over herself. "There's nothing TO do! We're sunk! My gun is who-knows-where back at the ship! Eeergggh!" The loud bang of a failed facepalm snapped Giffany out of her panic. She took a second to stare at her blurry hand pressed against her helmet's visor, then smirked. Giffany still had a chance, but she'd need to do something she never had before: work her electricity up to her cheeks.

    Giffany pushed herself from the hips up, trying to herd her electricity to her head. The crackling feeling working its way up her neck gave her hope. Her cheeks quickly heated up, and soon they had the crackling feeling as well. Sweat ran down her head as her cheeks ached from puffing them up. A fire was raging in her head, making her woozy. She was charged. At a startling pace, and after one last deep breath through the nose, she lifted her helmet off her head and tossed it on the ground. Giffany threw her head forward and released the electricity sporadically, its power going up and down, its path crooked and split. It slammed on the ground and whipped around her head in a spectacular show of sparks that, fortunately, managed to stun the Yuxorg.

    Immediately after the feeling of stored up energy had left, she began to suffocate. Her eyes grew heavy and her throat felt ready to explode as she fell to the ground. Terrified, one Fersoui scrambled up her arched back and shunted the helmet back on, allowing her to recover. The rest used their ink to glue the Yuxorg's arms and legs together. Some of them went back to Giffany, gratefully licking her suit and nuzzling her visor. Giffany's eyes were misty as they opened again to see them. "You're...you're welcome..." She smiled weakly, steadily regaining her strength, looking past the crowd to the Yuxorg ship. The scout was able to land much smoother than her, so while it was damaged, it still looked more flyable than hers. "I have an idea, you guys. Think we can fix that scout ship?"

    Learning Yuxorg controls was a nightmare of trial-and-error at first, but Giffany did get the hang of it by daybreak with the help of a couple Fersoui who climbed aboard with her for support. As for her leg, they'd made the turret into a sort of prosthetic, inked it to her leg, and reinforced the bond with stalks. Far from a proper castm but she could stand on it again, at least. Together they took to the sky, in search of the Yuxorg mothership. "I didn't see too many other Yuxorgs...probably because they were blending in with the stars." Giffany began to shiver. Did her squadron retreat? Were they all captured? "Either way, they're getting a taste of their own medicine." She smiled as she reassured herself. Soon the ship's radar picked up on the mothership, still sitting in space like a fat cat, waiting for more victims-and not a single ally in sight. The surge of rage made Giffany speed up.

    The engine purred softly as they docked into the mothership's landing bay. Before they took off they'd found Giffany's gun and made sure it had ammunition to spare. It was time. She released a single orange Fersoui from the cockpit, and it began to search for the control room. As the tiny alien slipped down the halls, it made sure to trail ink for the other two to follow. Thanks to its soft foot pads, it barely made a sound. Unlucky Yuxorgs that spotted it got eyes full of ink. The hardest part, however, was adjusting its sensitive eyes to the eye-piercing yellow lights inside the ship. The paths were straight and wide, allowing for an endless sea of yellow spots. All it could really do was stare down at the floor and ignore the lighting. As soon as it came to and recognized the control room, it bolted back to Giffany.

    Thanks to the Yuxorg guards being disabled, the three were able to move down the hallways as speedily as the orange Fersoui had done, although Giffany did give a couple warning shots, just in case. On account of Giffany's leg, the Fersoui had to move slower. They sneaked into the control room, closer to the pilot, closer, closer...

    Blam.

    The Yuxorg fell, its thin, angular body draped over the side of its chair. As soon as the shot was fired, more Yuxorgs poured into the room, ready to avenge its death. "Just as we discussed, fellas!" While Giffany blasted at as many Yuxorgs as she could in such a short span of time, the two Fersoui gripped the controls and began to swerve the ship towards a huge, moon-like rock. When the ship was in position, they found the acceleration pedal and used their ink to stick the controls in place, sending the ship helplessly to its doom. "Now! NOW!" Giffany undid her suit to let the two Fersoui in, then bolted, leaving the remaining Yuxorgs to try and unstick their controls. The plan was to get to the ship and blast off before they crashed, but, just as they reached the hangar, it was horrifically clear that they'd miscalculated.

    The silence made Giffany panic as she floated through space, the mothership crashing in a glorious golden blast behind her. If she'd made it to the ship, she'd be celebrating and watching her enemies get stranded with a big grin on her face. But, as much as she'd hate to admit it, even now they were less screwed than she was. The Fersouis' fur helped to comfort her a little, until they started to move up to the helmet, when they tickled. She began to laugh, violently, loudly. "S-stop!" She pleaded. "I-I only ha-have so much air!" So, once the Fersoui made it to her helmet, they stopped moving. Now they could all stare helplessly at the void together. "I'm sorry I brought you two into this..." Giffany lamented, prompting the orange Fersoui to lick her face while the other one wiped her tears with the tip of its black and white tail. Giffany said nothing else, deciding to appreciate their quiet time together.


    "Giffany!? Giffany, is that you!?"


           As the choppy voice of her squadron's leader worked its way to Giffany's suit communicator, her heart jumped for joy. She had to perform a pathetic kicking jog so she could turn around to see her squadron returning for her. "I'm okay!" She reassured them, her cheeks heating up again. Her fellow fighters were quick to express their relief.


    "Giffany! I knew you'd be alive!"

    "Yeah, Giffany, a hydrogen bomb could go off and you'd live!"

    "We've been worried about you!"

    "How about you actually pay attention next time?! We could've lost you!"


    Their fond exclamations warmed her heart and brought a sigh of relief to her lungs. Once the leader picked her up, she was able to direct the squadron to Alim-B9, where they dropped off the Fersoui and picked up her ship. She could barely spit out a goodbye, but the leader's insistence that they'd have Earth's protection did make it feel better.

    With little room for a second passenger in the leader's ship, Giffany needed to ride in hers. Not that she minded, of course, because she could finally listen to the mix her friends had provided for her. She reclined in her seat, letting the celebratory pop music wash over her, her hand on her heart. She looked down at her heart and smiled. It was her heart that got her through it all. Her heart told her to be kind to the Fersoui, and they ended up helping her in return. Her heart told her to press on. And now the Yuxorgs were defeated and they could finally return to Earth, because of her heart! Oh, she couldn't wait to tell Rumble how right he was!

    "GIIIIIFFFFANNNNYYYYY!"


    Someone called to her, too distant to be coming from her communicator. She looked around. Had a Fersoui gotten stuck on board? Couldn't be, Fersoui didn't know human language. The voice slowly wiped away the world around her, as her brain realized with shock that this last yell wasn't part of the dream.



    "W-wha?" Giffany woke with a start, reanalyzing her surroundings. She was still in that computer in the lab, she wasn't moved in her sleep. Rumbear was pressed up against her face. "I know it wasn't you..." She giggled, holding the stuffed animal in her arms. She kept thinking about who called her name, analyzing the tone and pitch of the voice until it finally came to light. "Kaiya?!"


    Giffany began to hyperventilate. She couldn't risk Kaiya getting hurt by her. Not again. She hadn't even seen Kaiya since she got the virus! What did she want from her? Wanting to see before she revealed herself, she decided to jump into the power cables, with Rumbear still in tow.

    henk.pngHank Anderson|Connor's Dad|Male|53 Years old|Detroit: Become Human


    If there was any alcohol in this place, it was well fucking hidden because so far Hank had discovered jack-shit. Not that it was a particularly good idea, anyway. Especially since he was around a bunch of fuckin' weirdos, who knows what the fuck they could do to him if he was drunk off his ass. But fuck he really needed a drink. Just something to wash away all his damn worry at least for a little while.

    He paused outside the kitchen, a momentary spark of inspiration passing through his head. Well he was a fucking idiot, why hadn't he checked the kitchen yet?-

    Whoa. What the fuck? The one normal person, the one fucking normal person, just had to go and be as fucking creepy as the rest of them. The kid was wiping blood off her hands. It was a scene straight out of a damn horror film. Holy fuck. Had the kid murdered someone? Probably not, in all honesty, but still. Way to give him the fucking creeps.

    "What you, uh, doing there kiddo?" He questioned semi-nervously continuing to eye the bloodied rag even long after it had been set down on the counter. Maybe it wasn't even blood, could be tomato sauce or- Fuck no, that was definitely blood. It was just a matter of who's or what's.



    connor_4.jpgConnor|Male|RK800 Prototype Android|Detroit: Become Human


    Over the past few minutes, Connor had found himself in more positions then he'd even been in throughout the whole course of his short life. He couldn't get comfortable. Couldn't sit still. He was too restless, too agitated, it was damn frustrating. The sound of his fingers drumming on the ground had began to grow irritating, even to his own ears.

    He shifted in his position slightly, folding his arms across his stomach, nails digging into his biceps. He stared upwards, toward his legs, where his body had formed a perfect 90 degree angle against the wall. It was a hopelessly uncomfortable position, but he didn't care. At least the feeling of physical discomfort was partially distracting.

    He'd managed to drown out his mind, turn his thoughts into a pressing feeling of static, white noise in the background. It wasn't much better, he was still aware of his own agitation, the raw energy still nagging at his body to go do something. His grip on his arms tightened, face grimacing somewhat at the pressure. It was unpleasant, almost painful, but it paused that coursing energy momentarily. Freezing it in surprise. The brief flash of relief that ran through him was blissful.

    The restlessness was back within seconds. Connor internally sighed, half-tempted to smash his head against the floor in frustration. Maybe he could destroy the part of his head which was making him so damn agitated- He could feel moisture against his fingertips. Thirium. He'd drawn thirium. He released his grip on himself, eyes widening in shock at the sight of blue slowly spreading it's way across his sleeve. He needed to get up. He shouldn't be sitting here anymore, not like this.

    He stood, picking up his discarded jacket from the ground, thrown in a fit of previous frustration. He tugged it on swiftly, carefully brushing the dirt off it, straightening out the creases. A quick brush through his hair and nothing was out of place. Good, now no-one would-

    Voices. Connor physically bristled, limbs locking up as he turned toward the sound, frantic eyes trying to locate the source. He hadn't recognised who they belonged to, they sounded unfamiliar. Whether that was for the best, or for the worse, he didn't know. He'd located the sources, two figures, as equally as foreign to him as the voices. From where he was, he couldn't make out too many details. Couldn't work out whether they were a threat or not. He didn't want to approach, not on his own. The tightness in his throat and chest, accompanied by the nagging voice in the back of his mind, were enough to keep him in place.

    It would probably be best to go back inside. Or wait for the figures to grow nearer. If they seemed dangerous, he could alert the others. If not, then they could go make themselves comfortable with the rest of the group.

    oie_232017122WtNTkBu.pngoie_232018239e1r7SZr.pngFolkvar Fenrik | Male | Nord | Last Dragonborn

    Miraak | Male | Nord | First Dragonborn


    "Oh. Well, I'm glad you didn't have to saw into my arm to get the damn thing out." Folkvar agreed, glancing at her with a smile. "I'm even more glad you know how to do all this. My usual methods of bandages and healing potions wouldn't have worked here."

    As soon as Para started stitching him up, the skin turned an angry red around the area of the stitches. It was quickly turning into a rash, and if it weren't for the fact that Folkvar's arm was still numb it would be itching terribly. He was also trying not to watch Paracelsus work, so he didn't seem to notice yet.


    Miraak looked at Mewtwo out of the corner of his eyes, barely sparing him a glance. "Simple. when we find them, we separate and capture my brother. I have special plans for him. The rest wont be nearly as strong without him. i don't really care what happens to them, but it would probably be best to kill them."

    Giffany climbed across the ceiling, listening for Kaiya. Her unprepared mind was filled with questions. "I need to tell her! I can't let her think I'm dead. But how do I tell her? Are the others with her?" Her heart fell heavy. "Can I just...let her go?"

    Luna suddenly smelled... something familiar. Her tailtip sparked slightly, as she began to go further ahead. "This way." she said. "Something was definitely left in the cave." As she focused, it came into view. "It seems important, so perhaps they'll return to retrieve it." she realized.


    Nariko seemed to sense Connor's tenseness. But, he was familiar! "Connor, i-is that you...?" she asked, beginning to get closer. "W-we're lost... I'm scared..." "Nariko, you were doing so well, don't cry now!" Terriermon responded, hugging his Tamer. "Moumantai!" He tried to reassure her, but it seemed to be unsuccessful.

    Soon, the girl and her Digimon emerged, coming into Connor's line of sight. "Connor...!"


    "Giffany!" Kaiya said, harsher than before, but her voice wavering. "You know I can sense you! Please, come out!" she said. "I need a friend, I'm alone, I've missed you! If I've done anything, like, with my disappearance and those stupid brainwashes, I'm sorry!"

    Giffany's eyes began to water. "She misses me!...I miss her, too! I'm going to miss her..." She sniffled a little. "And I'm not being any better about my disappearing! I'll come down. I'll tell her everything. Cover me, Rumbear!" Then she slid back down the wires like a salamander, found an open spot, climbed out of it, and rematerialized. "Hi, Kaiya..."

    Clementine only spared Hank a wary glance as he entered the kitchen. She was a bit more focused on the running water that her hand was currently washing itself beneath.

    Kinda forgot that was a thing she could do for a few seconds; not like the little girl was very much used to that luxury.

    Electricity was one thing, but running, even warm water was certainly another. Where did it come from?

    Wait...

    Looking down at her clothes, bloody and even torn, an idea struck Clementine. Maybe she could...?

    That train of thought was promptly interrupted. Hank was talking to her.

    ...He sounded a little concerned. Even called her 'kiddo', like he was trying to seem as friendly as possible. Why?

    She looked up to him with a raised eyebrow, turning off the faucet. What had him worked up? He looked just as worried as he sounded, really.

    That's when it clicked for Clem. She was just scrubbing a worrying amount of blood from her hands.

    Whoops. Forgot that wasn't really a normal thing for some people.

    "...Oh, I just finished..." Use the right word, Clem. "Preparing that rabbit to cook." With that, the little girl awkwardly scratched the back of her head with her now-clean hand. Hopefully that didn't look too suspicious to this complete and utter stranger.

    Didn't he see what remained of that rabbit out on the coffee table? Surely he did.

    So let's be happy

    OOC:

    Forever happy

    IC:

    Mewtwo seemed pleased by this, judging by vacant, but almost excited look that he had on his face. It was kind of creepy, actually, given the current context about capturing someone and potentially killing others. More uncomfortably, he sort of wanted it. He wanted more praise and more dopamine, feel good about himself.

    When Luna spoke up, he stopped making that expression, his face going neutral again.

    “Well...we might have a lure, then. Anything else in there?” He asked, starting to grow interested in was Luna had said, and wanting to investigate.

    Another part of him worried slightly. She could probably smell the blood like he could. Could Luna see wreckage in there? Were there bodies?

    He knew he tried to hide her behind himself, but now she probably knew, now didn’t she?


    “Aye, spells and holy healing are nice and all, but a doctor’s hand is something special.”

    Paracelsus watched the skin turn red and angry as she finished stitching the wound close. Dammit. It was intriguing, sure, but she’d rather not kill her patients needlessly.

    “Anything not settle well with you?” She asked, though realized she was being too opaque and realized she ought to just come out and say what she was trying to say.

    “You’re developing a rash. Was there something I should have known about?”

    Completely happy

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    And a tiny bit sad

    oie_232017122WtNTkBu.pngoie_232018239e1r7SZr.pngFolkvar Fenrik | Male | Nord | Last Dragonborn

    Miraak | Male | Nord | First Dragonborn


    "Huh?" Folkvar questioned when she mentioned a rash, turning to look at his shoulder. It definitely wasn't pretty. At least with his shoulder being numb it didn't itch, yet. The only time he got this sort of reaction was from... "Shit. Your tools are silver, aren't they? I'm, uh, very allergic to silver." He hesitated mentioning the allergy part, since it technically wasn't so much an allergy as it was an unfortunate side effect of being a werewolf. But he couldn't just say "I'm a werewolf." Because most people hate werewolves, and for good reason. He just hoped he didn't come into contact with enough silver to give him blisters.


    Miraak took a look around once they arrived at the cave, quickly finding what Luna was talking about. A bag, one that probably belonged to that brat. "This is good. We can wait for them to come back and take them on then." He announced, picking it up and handing it to Mewtwo. "You hold onto it. You have that disabling ability you can use to stop them. Once they focus on you Luna and I can catch them by surprise, capture my brother and be done."

    henk.pngHank Anderson|Connor's Dad|Male|53 Years old|Detroit: Become Human


    Ah right. That must've been Thor's rabbit, the one he had just fucking shouted at and it had come running, boom, just like that. If only it worked like that with women. That probably wasn't the most appropriate train of thought right now. Not while there was a kid around.

    "You know how to prepare a rabbit?" Hank questioned, somewhat impressed. He didn't know how to prepare a rabbit. Didn't know anything about cooking in all honesty. How this kid knew that shit was beyond him. "That's, uh, pretty impressive." God, he hated small talk. Even if he was the one making it. But it was probably best not to be an antisocial fuck. Especially around these people. These dangerous people who could do freaky shit by shouting and whatnot. He didn't want to piss any of them off, not if he could help it, at least.



    connor_4.jpgConnor|Male|RK800 Prototype Android|Detroit: Become Human


    He recognised them. They'd been in the cave, present when everything- He cut his thoughts off swiftly, looking the two over with an analytical gaze. They were unharmed. Thank RA9. His synthetic lungs expelled a deep sigh of relief, compressing tightness in his throat easing off. "I'm glad to see you're both safe." Unharmed. That he hadn't hurt them. He quickly dissolved into silence, turning his head to look toward the cabin, LED yellow for a long moment.

    "You- The others are inside." He made a gesture toward the door, eyes briefly flickering over the duo. Nariko seemed, upset. He didn't know what to do about that. He wanted to try and offer some reassurance, let her know everything would be okay. But how could he reassure another person when he could barely reassure himself?

    "I'm sure they'll be glad to see you're safe too," Connor stated additionally, offering a weak smile. He toyed with the sleeves of his jacket, the nagging discomfort once again making itself apparent. The overwhelming desire to distance himself from everything beginning to pull at the edges of his mind, clutching at his thoughts. He shifted his footing, jaw clenching in agitation, averting his gaze once more. "They'll appreciate having another familiar face around."


    (This is shit because all I can think about is how much I want to die right now. I really love my mind.)

    "Yeah, I can help you with that." Luna said. Pika looked to the side, a bit unsure of this. He had never done anything from malice, but from fear of being left out of everything... just because he wasn't normal. And, to protect his other friends. But, he thought about what Mewtwo had thought of earlier. These others may not be any different from Team Rocket, but... well, he just didn't feel right doing this. He'd never attack his friends, his family, but what if these people were just lying? What if they betrayed them? Yeah. He'd just think about that instead. Nothing else. He had to do this, to get back home. Or at least, that's what he hoped.


    Nariko nodded, before doing something she rarely ever did. She hugged Connor. "I'm so g-glad we found y-you..." she said. Terriermon was surprised by the girl's sudden movements, but he relaxed when he sensed that she was happy. Something she hadn't felt in a while. Her fear had dispelled, relief engulfing her. She felt... safe.


    That voice... Kaiya's senses tingled as she spun around, tears in her eyes. A gasp escaped the ghoul as she saw who it was. "Giffany!" she exclaimed, using her inhuman speed to rush to her friend. She wrapped her arms around Giffany, not caring if anything happened. "Giffany... I'm sorry if I did anything wrong... I missed you... I thought..." her voice trailed off, but it was obvious what she was going to say before she even said it. "I thought I had lost you... that you left me like... like everyone else..." The ghoul began sobbing, breaking down her walls right there in front of her friend.


    //this warms my heart but makes me sad for some reason lol

    Giffany recoiled within Kaiya's arms. She'd been worried about her, sure, but she wasn't expecting Kaiya to hug her. Somehow, even though Kaiya was nowhere near his physique, it felt like Rumble was hugging her. He was usually the only one who did it, knowing how much she loved to be cuddled. She wanted to smile, but couldn't hold one for long with the knowledge that this would be the only time. "Kaiya, I..I'm so sorry!" She explained, hugging her back. "There was some type of virus going around, and I caught it. This spider took me to the tower-remember it?-and they cured me, only..." She hesitated. "I saw my past. Kaiya. Every little terrible thing I did before I made my home in Gravity Falls. The boys I tried to kill, the relationships I wanted torn apart..." She paused to swallow back a lump in her throat and continued. "I was released. I was going to build myself a shelter and wait for you to find me there, but I fell off a cliff into the sea. I thought I would never see the island again, let alone home..." Remembering the cold, salty water only made her appreciate Kaiya's affection even more, and she held on a bit tighter. "A shark took me under his fins and helped me get back, only I was on another part of the island, so I kept walking until..." Her throat became clogged. "Should I just tell her, or show her?"


    //first post with Giffany's new fancypost style wooo

    "Giffany... A virus...? Your past...? I'm so sorry you had to go through that... I know I'd never want to see my past ever again, I can't imagine how horrible that must have been, and I'm sorry I wasn't here..." she said, in between sobs. "But... I'm here now, and you don't have to worry about this anymore, right?" she asked, her yellow eyes flooded with emotion she thought she was incapable of showing anymore, because of her mask. But with Giffany, she was somehow able to open up... And it felt great.

    It was time. "Kaiya...I do." She meowed, looking down at the floor. "I do have to worry about my past, because it's been seeping into my present. When I'm not holding the rest of you back by getting kidnapped, I'm just putting you in danger. For example, you were gone then, but when we met Clementine, the little girl, I accidentally started a fire. I almost burned them, Kaiya. And that big pink praying mantis that attacked you and scared everyone away? That was me, because I was stupid and went too far into this cave, an easy target for that cursed necklace. And it goes even father back than that." After wriggling free from Kaiya's arms, Giffany retrieved Rumbear and gestured towards the entrance of the lab. "It's easier to just show you, Kaiya. Come on."

    So let's be happy

    OOC: If you want to make this whole thing kind of cute, Mewtwo is holding the bag like he’s ready to go to school. Also I’m sorry this post is kinda trash hhh

    Forever happy

    IC:

    Mewtwo nodded, taking the bag out of Miraak’s hands and shrugging it on one shoulder, holding the strap in his grip. His shoulders were probably narrow enough to put the bag on properly, but he just allowed it to hang.

    He made a soft snort that was possibly supposed to be a suppressed laugh, “They won’t know what hit them.”

    And it’s true. Nobody likely saw them all leave, especially not together. They would be so, so unprepared.

    At least, he thought so.


    “A silver allergy?” She echoed, before going’s quiet for a moment. The mask she was wearing did not help make the pause any less uncomfortable.

    She seemed thoughtful, why did that sound so familiar? She thought and thought about it, before it finally clicked and recogition flooded her face, even if nobody could notice.

    “Come to think of it, fellow at the Hamlet has the same allergy,” She mused, sounding far too interested in such a “coincidence.” The doctor shook her head, and sighed, “That aside, I apologize, I should have asked.”

    She still sounded far too curious, and she of course had questions, but she didn’t ask any.

    Completely happy

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    And a tiny bit sad

    oie_232017122WtNTkBu.pngoie_232018239e1r7SZr.pngFolkvar Fenrik | Male | Nord | Last Dragonborn

    Miraak | Male | Nord | First Dragonborn


    Folkvar sighed and shook his head. "Nah, you're fine. I should have told you. It completely slipped my mind."

    The whole situation was extremely awkward and uncomfortable for him. It made him a bit nervous, was she onto him? Did she know? What was she going to do if she knows? While he was thinking on this, the numbness in his arm had began to wear off, the itchiness of the rash coming full force. He had reached up with his other hand to scratch at it without even thinking.


    "That's what I like to hear." Miraak grinned from behind his mask, eager to get started on his revenge. "Stay alert, I want to know exactly when they're close."

    The blonde ghoul was at a loss for words. She still had more to show? "Alright... I'll come with you." she said, nodding and preparing for whatever awaited her.


    Luna nodded. "I'll keep a lookout. If I hear, see, or smell anything, watch for my signal." she said, using a subtle, but noticeable, flick of her tail. But... It still feels wrong...


    //Sorry for the lack of quality and quantity, I'm very tired from school today. We had a secure school situation and the stress made me tired.

    Like a mourner at a funeral, Giffany led her friend across the beach, following the footsteps the spider left behind. When they reached Year 2000 Electronics, she paused and turned to let Kaiya catch up. "This..." Giffany sighed, her bangs feeling heavy. "Is my home. This is where I was programmed, and where I left my first scar." She guided Kaiya inside and took a moment to stand and let her soak in the remnants of her memories.


    //ooc: Muse might be low for the next couple days. Busy week.