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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 9:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 9:11 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 9:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 9:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 9:46 pm
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As more people flooded in, Needle sidestepped closer to Lattice. It wasn't that she was afraid of crowds, it was that she didn't want to stab anyone. Her head tilted back towards Roch, or rather the tattoo that was plain as day to her; it was much easier than trying to distinguish him from the crowd.
"I understand, that explains the note..." She had received it from Petro, but it was cryptic at best. "Taryn." Needle repeated, still staring towards Roch's tattoo as it got harder and harder to see anything. "It is a pleasure to meet you, I am Needle." She felt the need to clarify, since many people seemed to mix the two up. As the stranger-ghoul complimented them, the blue clad engraver gave a smile. "Thank you. Roch is to be credited for the design, but it is my sister who put ink to flesh." The ghoul said graciously, not making a move to take the offered hand for reasons.
"You have a timid voice, but you sound like a very sweet ghoul." She complimented. Then, suddenly, she straightened and looked around. "I hear Demi." It was an absent comment, but with so many people, she couldn't distinguish him from everyone else.
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Amrita nodded to Muka's comment. "Very!" The ghoul was standing awkwardly on tip toe to try and see over heads, clutching the two hands she held to keep her from standing. Herryk received a smile and a half wave that involved Muka's hand, but not for long as she found at least one hand free. Now where was---
"Sammy!" She called out, waving her now free hand over her head. She was near---Oh, jack... The Hunchback was spotted, and Amrita...suddenly couldn't speak. Her words just kind of left in a rush; the only thing she could do was slowly lower her hand to fidget with her hair.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 9:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 9:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 10:06 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 10:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 10:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 10:36 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 10:39 pm
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 10:48 pm
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Eris watched with mild interest as the students started to meander in, her gaze growing all the more sharp, widening a little with her grin. It was starting... it was starting, and she could feel the rush of adrenaline with it, the thrill of the fight that was too far in the future for her to be feeling it now. Except she was War incarnate -- the fight was in her blood, and just feeling the start of it, the potential for the bloody war they intended to provoke, and it excited her in a way only conflict could. Even as she sat, relaxed on the cushioned throne as a feline, her muscles had already started to tighten, her legs curling tighter in towards her body, fingernails starting to bite into her own arms. The more the students filtered in, the further her anticipation visibly grew, unable or unwilling to hide it -- she could practically feel their curiosity, knowing distinctly by their eyes and the way they whispered that they knew.
They knew what this was about, despite how the boogeymen might have thought otherwise, the students of Amityville Academy knew that deception was afoot.
The room was practically full now, the quiet murmurings quickly turning into a cacophony of voices, the heavy pound of the door opening and closing echoing off the walls. She waited until then to move, to make any acknowledging motion at all, until that point only watching and waiting. Giving a little sound of pleasure, War's heir finally lifted her head from her folded arms, stretching and arching her spine as if waking from a delicious nap. Her back straightening up to finally be parallel with the back of the throne, although she did not lean back against it, merely sitting there poised as she smiled at a few who acknowledged her, nodding back to those who had done so.Willow, especially, she gave a coy little wave to, watching as the ghoul settled in with some of her peers with a vaguely amused look.
Although she was quite a distance away, the sound deafening between them, her eyes shifted almost distinctly onto Riley, her smile broadening as if she'd heard the sound of her name.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 10:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 11:34 pm
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Though she didn't necessarily feel eyes upon her, Riley's gaze traveled to the horsemen themselves, and she caught the glance that was on her. It was enough to spurn her into action, and she gave Demi and Jericho a gentle nod, then lifted Malodore's claws to her face and brushed them affectionately across her skin.
If you will all excuse me. She murmured, pulling away, though she lingered in Malodore's hand briefly - if it wanted to come with her, her eyes offered the invitation openly.
Then, it was time to face their hosts. Riley swam through the crowd of students, murmuring her quiet hellos to each of them as she passed, never missing a beat. When she arrived at the throne, she settled her hand at her stomach and bowed her head, just slightly, in a gracious greeting.
Invictus, Eris, Aisa, Cymbeline. I wanted to come thank you personally for this, ah, invitation. And of course, it is lovely to see you all again. Our first meeting all together was brief. I regret that. I hope this will change things - for all of us.
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