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I am terribly sorry for not getting back sooner, work the past two weeks has seriously just swamped me on top of a few other things. But things are calming back down finally and I will actually have more free time again. Quitting the second job does free up a lot of time. ^_^ At any rate, I am still interested in this.
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"This is refreshing." Esma mumbled out as she tugged the neck of her sweater up over her face a bit more. The half-fae seemed rather content despite the cold weather, but that was probably because she was wearing two jackets on top of her sweater, gloves, two pairs of sweatpants, three pairs of socks, and gloves. She had been hanging back with Rowland, chattering with the wolf about the snow while she fiddled with an old cellphone that her father insisted she keep with her at all times. She tended to talk a lot when she was dealing with something a bit stressful, and much despite her content appearance, she really hated the snow. The warmer summer months were more comfortable for her.
"I mean, look at them all play like that. Even Hide is enjoying himself... though I bet he is freezing in that thin shirt like that." Esma at this point was standing a short distance away from Vivian and William, she was in a fairly good mood too, but it did not seem like she was all that interested in joining in the play. She seemed a bit tired, but not from the walking they had done the past few days. And she was right, all Hide was wearing currently was a sleeveless shirt, a scarf, and a pair of old jean pants. He had no shoes on or a jacket or anything. In fact, Esma was wearing his jacket.
"I'll go check out the house while they all horse around, see if I can't fix some of it up and make it nice and warm for those of us without fur. And maybe conjure up some medicine for that stupid bird of ours, he is going to get himself all kinds of sick again." She murmured before swiftly starting to make her away along the edges of the clearing. She walked across the top of the knee-deep snow, leaving only a small imprint of the bottom of her thick leather boots. She extended a gloved hand, lightly running her fingers across the various tree trunks she passed, causing several of the trees to sway ever-so-slightly before returning to their original shape.
During winter, plants usually slept and awaited spring. Forest fae sometimes slept, too. But as a half-fae, Esma had wonderfully been able to avoid such a thing, mostly. She still got fairly tired during the winter months if she did too much. Her father was slumbering and would be for several more months, she was thankful she did not sleep like they did. He was an old fae, one who had been around since long before humans had been a 'thing'. He was powerful, plants and nature alike bent to his will, he could grow trees from nothing but half of a dried out, brown leaf. He could mend broken or ill plants, or even revive them entirely. But while he could do many good things for it, he could also cause them to wither, to die, or to even be poisonous. Unlike her father though, Esma could only grow plants as she needed them. Nature bent towards her instinctively as well, but if she had to explain it, it felt more like it was out of respect for her father than her own power.
Moving along, she turned her head occasionally to watch the wolves while they all ran about and played. At this point, Hide and Scooter had been joined by Darren, Rossale, Rowland, Bethany, and even Crystal. They were all running about, bumping into each other, tackling each other, laughing and yipping happily while they played. Esma truthfully found it relaxing to see such a scene, nothing made her happier than seeing them all this happy. But with an inwardly tired breath, she quickly continues her trek around the field before finding the path that lead to the house.
Games with the wolves was always interesting, Hide mused to himself. After the others of the pack had joined in, it went from rough housing to tag, then back to rough housing and then back to tag. Not that he was going to complain too much, he was having so much fun, he had completely forgotten how cold he was. Not that it was entirely his fault, he easily got caught up in the emotions felt through the pack bonds. While he wished he had some control over it, due to his 'Walker' magic, it was difficult for him, even with Vivian and Rowland trying to guide him. Would it ever be possible for him to figure it out? They had told him it was different for everyone, how the pack bonds worked. Even Esma had tried to explain it to him with her abilities and it didn't work. But-
Hide was suddenly jarred from his thoughts though as a mass of wolf slammed into him, sending him flying several feet and onto his back. And within a few seconds, something heavy plops down on top of him, smooshing him down into the snow. A bit of the air was pushed from his lungs as he began to struggle to free himself from under the weight, but Bethany remained on top of him, keeping him pinned down with a soft rumbling growl.
"Beeeeth, you are heavy. Did you gain some weight?" Hide manages out shortly after he quit struggling to try to free himself, mostly because he could feel the low impending snarl that was threatening to escape her. Even with the other wolves around, she was still not quite in control of her wolf. She was easily aggressive if something set her off, and being pinned under her, he really did not want her to suddenly become angry at him. Panic began to swell in his mind, though it did not show on his face.
"Hey, Scoo-OMPH!" As he attempted to call for the others, another wolf suddenly joined in on the dog-pile on top of Hide. Darren had thrown himself over both Bethany and Hide. He was much larger than Bethany who still had growing to do. Though somehow he was not crushing either of them, Hide was still able to breathe miraculously. The brown, black-faced wolf wagged his tail happily. The tension that had been growing in Beth within the past few minutes practically vanished and even Hide's panic had disappeared. Darren had that kind of ability, it was something Hide sort of understood, but at the same time, was a complete mystery.
"I mean, look at them all play like that. Even Hide is enjoying himself... though I bet he is freezing in that thin shirt like that." Esma at this point was standing a short distance away from Vivian and William, she was in a fairly good mood too, but it did not seem like she was all that interested in joining in the play. She seemed a bit tired, but not from the walking they had done the past few days. And she was right, all Hide was wearing currently was a sleeveless shirt, a scarf, and a pair of old jean pants. He had no shoes on or a jacket or anything. In fact, Esma was wearing his jacket.
"I'll go check out the house while they all horse around, see if I can't fix some of it up and make it nice and warm for those of us without fur. And maybe conjure up some medicine for that stupid bird of ours, he is going to get himself all kinds of sick again." She murmured before swiftly starting to make her away along the edges of the clearing. She walked across the top of the knee-deep snow, leaving only a small imprint of the bottom of her thick leather boots. She extended a gloved hand, lightly running her fingers across the various tree trunks she passed, causing several of the trees to sway ever-so-slightly before returning to their original shape.
During winter, plants usually slept and awaited spring. Forest fae sometimes slept, too. But as a half-fae, Esma had wonderfully been able to avoid such a thing, mostly. She still got fairly tired during the winter months if she did too much. Her father was slumbering and would be for several more months, she was thankful she did not sleep like they did. He was an old fae, one who had been around since long before humans had been a 'thing'. He was powerful, plants and nature alike bent to his will, he could grow trees from nothing but half of a dried out, brown leaf. He could mend broken or ill plants, or even revive them entirely. But while he could do many good things for it, he could also cause them to wither, to die, or to even be poisonous. Unlike her father though, Esma could only grow plants as she needed them. Nature bent towards her instinctively as well, but if she had to explain it, it felt more like it was out of respect for her father than her own power.
Moving along, she turned her head occasionally to watch the wolves while they all ran about and played. At this point, Hide and Scooter had been joined by Darren, Rossale, Rowland, Bethany, and even Crystal. They were all running about, bumping into each other, tackling each other, laughing and yipping happily while they played. Esma truthfully found it relaxing to see such a scene, nothing made her happier than seeing them all this happy. But with an inwardly tired breath, she quickly continues her trek around the field before finding the path that lead to the house.
Games with the wolves was always interesting, Hide mused to himself. After the others of the pack had joined in, it went from rough housing to tag, then back to rough housing and then back to tag. Not that he was going to complain too much, he was having so much fun, he had completely forgotten how cold he was. Not that it was entirely his fault, he easily got caught up in the emotions felt through the pack bonds. While he wished he had some control over it, due to his 'Walker' magic, it was difficult for him, even with Vivian and Rowland trying to guide him. Would it ever be possible for him to figure it out? They had told him it was different for everyone, how the pack bonds worked. Even Esma had tried to explain it to him with her abilities and it didn't work. But-
Hide was suddenly jarred from his thoughts though as a mass of wolf slammed into him, sending him flying several feet and onto his back. And within a few seconds, something heavy plops down on top of him, smooshing him down into the snow. A bit of the air was pushed from his lungs as he began to struggle to free himself from under the weight, but Bethany remained on top of him, keeping him pinned down with a soft rumbling growl.
"Beeeeth, you are heavy. Did you gain some weight?" Hide manages out shortly after he quit struggling to try to free himself, mostly because he could feel the low impending snarl that was threatening to escape her. Even with the other wolves around, she was still not quite in control of her wolf. She was easily aggressive if something set her off, and being pinned under her, he really did not want her to suddenly become angry at him. Panic began to swell in his mind, though it did not show on his face.
"Hey, Scoo-OMPH!" As he attempted to call for the others, another wolf suddenly joined in on the dog-pile on top of Hide. Darren had thrown himself over both Bethany and Hide. He was much larger than Bethany who still had growing to do. Though somehow he was not crushing either of them, Hide was still able to breathe miraculously. The brown, black-faced wolf wagged his tail happily. The tension that had been growing in Beth within the past few minutes practically vanished and even Hide's panic had disappeared. Darren had that kind of ability, it was something Hide sort of understood, but at the same time, was a complete mystery.
Hide stood silently outside of the small abandoned house he had scouted out just a few days ago. The area around it was heavy with trees, thick bushes, and most of all, snow. From where he stood, he could get a clear view of a pathway that lead directly to a large clearing that was also pretty close to a small frozen lake. The house itself, for something that had not had anyone living in it for a long time, was not in that bad of shape. A window was broken, the front door did not shut all the way, the floors creaked, and there was even a place where the roof had collapsed in because of the weight of the recent snowfall. All minor things, Hide thought. With ease, Esma and Crystal could have the roof fixed and the window sealed with their magic. Nothing outside of that really mattered, no one would care if the floor creaked or if the door didn't close all the way, he knew he didn't care in the slightest! Then again... he did turn into a bird half of the time and just slept snuggled up to someone else. So maybe they would care, but it was not like this was going to be a permanent home anyway.
In the past five years that Hide had been with the pack, they had never stayed anywhere for more than a month, maybe two if something came up. They didn't exactly 'fit' the normal pack criteria, he had come to understand shortly after they had found him. It was dangerous to stay some place for too long, especially if there was another pack in the area. He could easily recall several times they had a few run-ins with other werewolves and it had all ended badly. Not many were accepting of what Vivian did, but then again, there were not other werewolves as strong as her that could bring so many different kinds of creatures into the pack structure and bonds, either. A vampire, a half-fae, a witch, a walker. Hide had only been told stories of one other walker that had been brought into the pack magic, but other than that, he knew nothing about a vampire, a half-fae, or a witch being in a pack either, just associates or friends of it...
He might understand one day, but today was not that day! Sucking in a chilled breath, Hide slowly exhales as he fights off a bit of a shiver. It wouldn't be long before the rest of them arrived. With so much snow, he knew it was not exactly easy for Esma and Crystal to move about. They had to worry about the chill of the cold as much as he did, but he could at least fly ahead and bury himself in his clothing if he got too cold. He might have chosen a different house, as there was one other several miles in a different direction... but something told him that house was bad. He couldn't really explain it, but it gave him bad vibes, to the point he had not even walked inside to check it out. And while it was much larger than this shabby cabin, he was not going to go against his gut instinct that the rest of the pack had been teaching him to use.
Sighing softly, Hide quickly starts to trudge his way through the snow, down the path towards the clearing. As he arrived at the edge of the clearing, he stopped, tilting his head slightly before lifting a bare hand to tug his scarf up a bit more over his face. He had seen a lot of snow before, but he always found it so mesmerizing, especially when it had not been disrupted. Suddenly Hide jerks his head to the side, blue eyes going wide as the back of his neck began to tingle a bit... excitement slammed into him like a sledgehammer upside the head. He really had not been paying attention, he realized as a familiar black and grey furred wolf leaped from the trees on the other side of the clearing.
"Scooter!" Hide called loudly as he watched the large werewolf bounce around in the snow like a rabbit as he made his way across the clearing. A bit of a laugh escaped the usually quiet Walker, probably from Scooter's influence from the pack bonds. Unlike the others, Hide was not very great at blocking out others emotions when he did not want to feel them, so unless they did the work, he felt everything. But he did not mind most of the time, especially when Scooter was around. The werewolf was deaf, Hide had learned very quickly. But he was a very happy soul, much despite his loss of hearing. And what he lacked, Scooter sure made up for with is tenacity and kindness. It was Scooter who had taught Hide sign-language, too.
Though the werewolf lacked his hearing, as his name was called he came to a halt and lifted his head up. He looked directly towards the rather dark clothed figure that stood out like a sore thumb among the mass of white snow. His tail wagged rapidly before he went right back to bouncing about in the snow like a large, playful puppy. He did not need his hearing to understand his packmates. Since he lost his hearing, his other senses had developed to an impressive extent. He could hear the pack through the pack magic and he could sense when things were amiss rather well, too.
As Scooter continued to bounce around, he suddenly stopped once again and narrowed his gaze toward Hide who was just standing at the edge of the clearing with a bit of a grin on his face. A thought suddenly popped into the wolf's mind before he dashed forward at an alarming speed. It looked like he was going to crash right into Hide, who at this point had already taken a step back as if to prepare for impact... but a few seconds before he would crash into the lowest ranking member of their pack, Scooter came to a grinding halt. Snow flew all over Hide in a massive pile, enough to knock the young man over with a bit of a yelp. All Scooter could manage to do was wag has tail and let out soft, playful rumbling sounds.
"Oh, come on, man! This stuff is cold, I can't play in it like you can." Hide says with a rather loud laugh, shoving the snow off of himself as he pushed himself back onto his feet. He watched Scooter carefully, the large werewolf was moving around a bit and flicking snow towards Hide with his nose while his tail continued to wag excitedly.
"Oooooh, its on now!" Hide manages out as he brushes off some snow from his shoulders, only to have Scooter throw more onto him. Letting out a low rumble of his own, Hide suddenly lunged forward and tackled Scooter! While it was obvious Hide was nowhere near strong enough to ever actually tackle a werewolf, Scooter rolled with the motion until both of them were on the ground, practically buried in the snow, flailing about wildly with a lot of laughing and playful growling. It was like watching a wolf play with a cub almost, it was cute in a way, especially when people remembered Hide never really acted like a kid, even when he was still a teen.
In the past five years that Hide had been with the pack, they had never stayed anywhere for more than a month, maybe two if something came up. They didn't exactly 'fit' the normal pack criteria, he had come to understand shortly after they had found him. It was dangerous to stay some place for too long, especially if there was another pack in the area. He could easily recall several times they had a few run-ins with other werewolves and it had all ended badly. Not many were accepting of what Vivian did, but then again, there were not other werewolves as strong as her that could bring so many different kinds of creatures into the pack structure and bonds, either. A vampire, a half-fae, a witch, a walker. Hide had only been told stories of one other walker that had been brought into the pack magic, but other than that, he knew nothing about a vampire, a half-fae, or a witch being in a pack either, just associates or friends of it...
He might understand one day, but today was not that day! Sucking in a chilled breath, Hide slowly exhales as he fights off a bit of a shiver. It wouldn't be long before the rest of them arrived. With so much snow, he knew it was not exactly easy for Esma and Crystal to move about. They had to worry about the chill of the cold as much as he did, but he could at least fly ahead and bury himself in his clothing if he got too cold. He might have chosen a different house, as there was one other several miles in a different direction... but something told him that house was bad. He couldn't really explain it, but it gave him bad vibes, to the point he had not even walked inside to check it out. And while it was much larger than this shabby cabin, he was not going to go against his gut instinct that the rest of the pack had been teaching him to use.
Sighing softly, Hide quickly starts to trudge his way through the snow, down the path towards the clearing. As he arrived at the edge of the clearing, he stopped, tilting his head slightly before lifting a bare hand to tug his scarf up a bit more over his face. He had seen a lot of snow before, but he always found it so mesmerizing, especially when it had not been disrupted. Suddenly Hide jerks his head to the side, blue eyes going wide as the back of his neck began to tingle a bit... excitement slammed into him like a sledgehammer upside the head. He really had not been paying attention, he realized as a familiar black and grey furred wolf leaped from the trees on the other side of the clearing.
"Scooter!" Hide called loudly as he watched the large werewolf bounce around in the snow like a rabbit as he made his way across the clearing. A bit of a laugh escaped the usually quiet Walker, probably from Scooter's influence from the pack bonds. Unlike the others, Hide was not very great at blocking out others emotions when he did not want to feel them, so unless they did the work, he felt everything. But he did not mind most of the time, especially when Scooter was around. The werewolf was deaf, Hide had learned very quickly. But he was a very happy soul, much despite his loss of hearing. And what he lacked, Scooter sure made up for with is tenacity and kindness. It was Scooter who had taught Hide sign-language, too.
Though the werewolf lacked his hearing, as his name was called he came to a halt and lifted his head up. He looked directly towards the rather dark clothed figure that stood out like a sore thumb among the mass of white snow. His tail wagged rapidly before he went right back to bouncing about in the snow like a large, playful puppy. He did not need his hearing to understand his packmates. Since he lost his hearing, his other senses had developed to an impressive extent. He could hear the pack through the pack magic and he could sense when things were amiss rather well, too.
As Scooter continued to bounce around, he suddenly stopped once again and narrowed his gaze toward Hide who was just standing at the edge of the clearing with a bit of a grin on his face. A thought suddenly popped into the wolf's mind before he dashed forward at an alarming speed. It looked like he was going to crash right into Hide, who at this point had already taken a step back as if to prepare for impact... but a few seconds before he would crash into the lowest ranking member of their pack, Scooter came to a grinding halt. Snow flew all over Hide in a massive pile, enough to knock the young man over with a bit of a yelp. All Scooter could manage to do was wag has tail and let out soft, playful rumbling sounds.
"Oh, come on, man! This stuff is cold, I can't play in it like you can." Hide says with a rather loud laugh, shoving the snow off of himself as he pushed himself back onto his feet. He watched Scooter carefully, the large werewolf was moving around a bit and flicking snow towards Hide with his nose while his tail continued to wag excitedly.
"Oooooh, its on now!" Hide manages out as he brushes off some snow from his shoulders, only to have Scooter throw more onto him. Letting out a low rumble of his own, Hide suddenly lunged forward and tackled Scooter! While it was obvious Hide was nowhere near strong enough to ever actually tackle a werewolf, Scooter rolled with the motion until both of them were on the ground, practically buried in the snow, flailing about wildly with a lot of laughing and playful growling. It was like watching a wolf play with a cub almost, it was cute in a way, especially when people remembered Hide never really acted like a kid, even when he was still a teen.
Hide really didn't have a say in the matter of where people went or what they were going to be doing at the moment, especially with what had just happened. He frowned though as Rose told him no smoking, causing him to shake his head faintly.
"Be careful out there, you two." He mumbled towards Rose and Adrian, just barely loud enough to be heard. He closed his eyes and sucked in a sharp breath as he heard doors close and the sound of people growing quiet. He should have asked for some help getting off of the table and for something to eat, but he now felt wasn't quite the time to be asking for things, wounded or not. And the more he thought about it, the less hungry he was. He just wanted to sleep. But now that he had gotten rather comfortable on the table, he wasn't quite sure he was going to to be able to move very far... he wasn't willing to just lay there either, though.
Mustering up all of his willpower, Hide suddenly flipped himself over! Right off of the table. He had completely forgotten that he had scooted himself so close to the edge, but thankfully he was fast enough and managed to get his feet under him before he smacked onto the tile floor. The entire motion hurt, but it didn't show on his face as he grabbed the pack of cigarettes off of the table. He grabbed one of the few chairs in the kitchen and dragged it over towards a window before sitting down on it with a soft, tired sounding sigh. Stuffing the pack onto the window sill he carefully dug into one of his pockets and pulled out his phone.
It was an old thing, his phone was. It had no camera, couldn't get pictures or videos, browsing the internet on it was impossible as well. The only thing this ancient flip-phone was good for was making calls, slow texting, and most importantly, checking the time and date. Though at this particular moment, he needed to let his boss know he wouldn't be able to work tonight, tomorrow, and probably not until after Monday. Flipping open the phone, he quickly starts to work on a text, but stops. How was he going to explain to his boss that he got hurt bad enough that he had to miss work? He worked as a doorman for a very popular bar, he got hurt nearly every night in one way or another... Shaking his head he continues the text before hitting send and leaning back slightly in the chair. Though the silence did not last long as his phone began to ring, not even a full minute after sending the text. Without looking, he flipped it open and shoved the phone to his ear.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GOT HIT BY AN INVISIBLE BUS FILLED WITH NINJAS?" A loud, feminine voice erupted from the phone. Loud enough to cause Hide to cringe a bit as he clenched his jaw. "I know you like to joke, but did you really get hit by a bus?!"
"No, it was a figure of speech." Hide chuckles faintly. "But I won't be able to make it into work for a few days. I know I was supposed to work until Friday morning, but, hurt a bit too bad to really move much. I'll be good for after Monday, though." The other voice on the other end of the phone was quiet, but Hide could easily hear some soft grumbling and the background noise of the bar.
"Alright alright. You don't usually stay down long though, so this must be something kind of serious if you are calling to tell me that you can't come into work. I'll figure something out. See you Monday afternoon!" The woman chimes happily before the line went dead. Hide merely groaned and shook his head, suddenly thankful he had such a wonderful, understanding boss.
"Be careful out there, you two." He mumbled towards Rose and Adrian, just barely loud enough to be heard. He closed his eyes and sucked in a sharp breath as he heard doors close and the sound of people growing quiet. He should have asked for some help getting off of the table and for something to eat, but he now felt wasn't quite the time to be asking for things, wounded or not. And the more he thought about it, the less hungry he was. He just wanted to sleep. But now that he had gotten rather comfortable on the table, he wasn't quite sure he was going to to be able to move very far... he wasn't willing to just lay there either, though.
Mustering up all of his willpower, Hide suddenly flipped himself over! Right off of the table. He had completely forgotten that he had scooted himself so close to the edge, but thankfully he was fast enough and managed to get his feet under him before he smacked onto the tile floor. The entire motion hurt, but it didn't show on his face as he grabbed the pack of cigarettes off of the table. He grabbed one of the few chairs in the kitchen and dragged it over towards a window before sitting down on it with a soft, tired sounding sigh. Stuffing the pack onto the window sill he carefully dug into one of his pockets and pulled out his phone.
It was an old thing, his phone was. It had no camera, couldn't get pictures or videos, browsing the internet on it was impossible as well. The only thing this ancient flip-phone was good for was making calls, slow texting, and most importantly, checking the time and date. Though at this particular moment, he needed to let his boss know he wouldn't be able to work tonight, tomorrow, and probably not until after Monday. Flipping open the phone, he quickly starts to work on a text, but stops. How was he going to explain to his boss that he got hurt bad enough that he had to miss work? He worked as a doorman for a very popular bar, he got hurt nearly every night in one way or another... Shaking his head he continues the text before hitting send and leaning back slightly in the chair. Though the silence did not last long as his phone began to ring, not even a full minute after sending the text. Without looking, he flipped it open and shoved the phone to his ear.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GOT HIT BY AN INVISIBLE BUS FILLED WITH NINJAS?" A loud, feminine voice erupted from the phone. Loud enough to cause Hide to cringe a bit as he clenched his jaw. "I know you like to joke, but did you really get hit by a bus?!"
"No, it was a figure of speech." Hide chuckles faintly. "But I won't be able to make it into work for a few days. I know I was supposed to work until Friday morning, but, hurt a bit too bad to really move much. I'll be good for after Monday, though." The other voice on the other end of the phone was quiet, but Hide could easily hear some soft grumbling and the background noise of the bar.
"Alright alright. You don't usually stay down long though, so this must be something kind of serious if you are calling to tell me that you can't come into work. I'll figure something out. See you Monday afternoon!" The woman chimes happily before the line went dead. Hide merely groaned and shook his head, suddenly thankful he had such a wonderful, understanding boss.
I am still here as well, but work has me tied up from doing much of anything for a few more days.
Sorry for being absent for a bit. Work had me tied up. I'll have a post up here shortly, though Hide really can't do much, especially by himself at the moment. xD
Mmm. Interested.
D= Please don't get out the can of whoop ass. I can't post for a few more hours yet, I'm still at work. x.x;
o_o A party, it seems.
Ken Winwroc - Noble Dorm's, Cedric and Ken's room
Relief could not have been more apparent on Ken's face as Cedric and Ethan arrived into the room. He quickly straightened himself up, offering a soft smile towards his roommate and his knight. He lifted a hand and pulled his sunglasses off of his head and tucked them into his jacket pocket, nodding lightly towards Cedric, just far too relieved that someone else was there to really care what danger he might be in if he wasn't careful. Ethan was there, Cedric could easily order his Knight to attack him... but, there was some part of Ken that made him hopeful that he wouldn't. At least not right now.
"Cedric, I am actually glad you got here before I left. I wanted to text you, but I forgot the number you gave me was out of order, or something... whatever it is, it doesn't work! Did Tarisa tell you what kind of thing it was?" He asks rather simply, an utterly hopeful smile on his face. He wasn't really afraid of Cedric, the more he thought about it. While yes, the other noble could easily hurt him, he had many, many chances to do so while they were in the room, but hadn't. At least not yet. Or maybe he had, and Ken had just not really noticed...?
Either way, Ken slowly turned his gaze towards the TV as Ethan turned it on. He tilts his head a bit, sucking in a sharp breath. He didn't really watch TV all that often unless Nolan sat him down to watch something. Occasionally he watched the news or one of the political channels, and that was only when someone in his family was involved. He read articles on them and the alike, too. It was really the only way he got to know how they were doing anymore.
He tilted his head a bit as he looked at the TV and then towards Ethan. When would Nolan arrive...?
Sammuel - Courtyard
Sam swiftly made his way into the courtyard, he quickly spotted Cain and Criston. Without waiting even a moment, the silent Knight made his way over towards the over towards them. He was bright, flashy, in such otherworldly cloths it was almost painful. To a trained eye, he looked utterly miserable, but to anyone just glancing over him, he looked to be stone-faced and even unaware at what he was wearing.
The moment he got closer to the duo, he lightly bowed his head before switching his bag to the other shoulder, just standing stiffly as he looks around before looking at the both of them.
Relief could not have been more apparent on Ken's face as Cedric and Ethan arrived into the room. He quickly straightened himself up, offering a soft smile towards his roommate and his knight. He lifted a hand and pulled his sunglasses off of his head and tucked them into his jacket pocket, nodding lightly towards Cedric, just far too relieved that someone else was there to really care what danger he might be in if he wasn't careful. Ethan was there, Cedric could easily order his Knight to attack him... but, there was some part of Ken that made him hopeful that he wouldn't. At least not right now.
"Cedric, I am actually glad you got here before I left. I wanted to text you, but I forgot the number you gave me was out of order, or something... whatever it is, it doesn't work! Did Tarisa tell you what kind of thing it was?" He asks rather simply, an utterly hopeful smile on his face. He wasn't really afraid of Cedric, the more he thought about it. While yes, the other noble could easily hurt him, he had many, many chances to do so while they were in the room, but hadn't. At least not yet. Or maybe he had, and Ken had just not really noticed...?
Either way, Ken slowly turned his gaze towards the TV as Ethan turned it on. He tilts his head a bit, sucking in a sharp breath. He didn't really watch TV all that often unless Nolan sat him down to watch something. Occasionally he watched the news or one of the political channels, and that was only when someone in his family was involved. He read articles on them and the alike, too. It was really the only way he got to know how they were doing anymore.
He tilted his head a bit as he looked at the TV and then towards Ethan. When would Nolan arrive...?
Sammuel - Courtyard
Sam swiftly made his way into the courtyard, he quickly spotted Cain and Criston. Without waiting even a moment, the silent Knight made his way over towards the over towards them. He was bright, flashy, in such otherworldly cloths it was almost painful. To a trained eye, he looked utterly miserable, but to anyone just glancing over him, he looked to be stone-faced and even unaware at what he was wearing.
The moment he got closer to the duo, he lightly bowed his head before switching his bag to the other shoulder, just standing stiffly as he looks around before looking at the both of them.
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