~Ashling McGuffin~
She'd followed the others to the auditorium in silence, as did the mute boy. The two of her had strayed behind, naturally, in silence. As soon as they made their way in, Ashling immediately departed from his side. She quickly came up to the boy that called himself 'Charles.'
"A...are you okay? I'm Ashling..." Her eyes were filled with concern as she looked up at his face. "I'm... kind of a nurse. U-uh..." She looked down, trying to look in her pockets, but all she found was her clean handkerchief and her cellphone, unusable here. She handed it to him, her auburn hair falling over her shoulders. "Does it hurt?"
/\Christian Urel/\
He made his way over to the boy that could talk to him in sign language, hoping that he could talk with him somehow. As he did, he caught sight of a true beauty. A woman that had tried to talk to him in the classroom before, now that he thought about it, but he'd been so busy he hadn't thought she'd been talking to him. A dark queen. He wandered over to her and waved.... Well... That was about as far as his communicating went for now. He blushed a bit. Why did he come over here? It's not like he could talk to her... He was such a fool...
Christian scratched the back of his head and decided to offer the only thing he really could to her, A smile.
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Mao smiled and nodded, giving her leader a little smile. "I would never hurt you forthedurationofthisweek Overlord Yuzuru~"She giggled before giving the smaller girl a peck on the head. She looked at everyone else with her eyebrows uplifted.
"Nee, Are we ready to ǵͪͣ͠oͦ̊̾ͣ̿͂͟͝?͂́͐̒͋ͩ͐͒̅͝ I sure can't wait to play with my Overlord!"
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"Alexis. Nicola. Judah."
The names would be converted to memory the instant they spoke as she responded in her same monotone voice. She continued to stare at Judah with her white eyes. As she sat there in silence for a moment, a long, hollow, echoing sound emerged from her body. The girl in canvas blinked, but didn't comment on it. Though on her planet this would signify hunger, she was unsure if she could consume human food yet. Taalunia had been well known for its crystal gardening, and was a main source of food for them. Yet these strange scents that wafted about the room did smell appetizing.
"You know..." She asked, her head turning almost mechanically toward Alexis. Her voice took on something that sounded like hope and sadness, but it was such a little change one could wonder if she had changed her voice at all. "Of Taalunia?"
The names would be converted to memory the instant they spoke as she responded in her same monotone voice. She continued to stare at Judah with her white eyes. As she sat there in silence for a moment, a long, hollow, echoing sound emerged from her body. The girl in canvas blinked, but didn't comment on it. Though on her planet this would signify hunger, she was unsure if she could consume human food yet. Taalunia had been well known for its crystal gardening, and was a main source of food for them. Yet these strange scents that wafted about the room did smell appetizing.
"You know..." She asked, her head turning almost mechanically toward Alexis. Her voice took on something that sounded like hope and sadness, but it was such a little change one could wonder if she had changed her voice at all. "Of Taalunia?"
Next thing Jira noticed was the tinkling of bells. Curious, he looked down and moved to catch the fairy that bounced off his chest. She seemed to fly on her own just fine and moved on after giving him instructions on where to stand. He turned back to the group of people there and... cocked his head to the side. Whoa. Okay, a Sheikah, a Scarecrow and a hot albino girl. Who were these kooks? Clearly he was way less weird than any of these guys. But a humble merchant here to honor the request of a shadow being that saved his life. He approached where he last saw the shadow being, apparently called 'Magus' went, into the shadow of the albino girl.
"Yo yo yo
What up G?
I came to the graveyard
As you see.
So What gives, what gives?
I ain't here to watch the time
Drip down the sieve."
He peeked up at the albino girl he was near by.
"Heya Miss,
Don't mind me
It's this fools choice on
Where I be.
Just gotta say
Yer hella fine,
I'd check ya out
But I got a dame with hair of wine."
He nodded to her and winked under his mask before turning his attention back to her shadow.
"Yo yo yo
What up G?
I came to the graveyard
As you see.
So What gives, what gives?
I ain't here to watch the time
Drip down the sieve."
He peeked up at the albino girl he was near by.
"Heya Miss,
Don't mind me
It's this fools choice on
Where I be.
Just gotta say
Yer hella fine,
I'd check ya out
But I got a dame with hair of wine."
He nodded to her and winked under his mask before turning his attention back to her shadow.
/\Christian Urel/\
He visibly relaxed when he saw that his sign language was not illegible to everyone and quickly gave a thumbs up with a smile. He sighed in relief and began to sign more words.
'I am C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N.'
Spelling out a name was necessary for names or particularly strange words. He looked to the slightly smaller boy and grinned before sticking out his hand in wait for a hand shake. His hands had some graphite on them, odd considering he couldn't recall sketching anything before he stepped through the gates. Though, that didn't matter now. What mattered was finding out what the hell was going on.
~Ashling McGuffin~
The practiced midwife rolled her eyes as the prima donna was hit on and went to the windows, near the boy that had claimed them to be reinforced. She knocked on the nuts and bots a few times, trying to twist them with her calloused hands, but to no avail. She sighed and pushed back from them, looking at the silver haired girl that was just hit on. "It won't budge. Don't suppose you've got some sort of wrench in your bloomers or nothin' then?"
He visibly relaxed when he saw that his sign language was not illegible to everyone and quickly gave a thumbs up with a smile. He sighed in relief and began to sign more words.
'I am C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N.'
Spelling out a name was necessary for names or particularly strange words. He looked to the slightly smaller boy and grinned before sticking out his hand in wait for a hand shake. His hands had some graphite on them, odd considering he couldn't recall sketching anything before he stepped through the gates. Though, that didn't matter now. What mattered was finding out what the hell was going on.
~Ashling McGuffin~
The practiced midwife rolled her eyes as the prima donna was hit on and went to the windows, near the boy that had claimed them to be reinforced. She knocked on the nuts and bots a few times, trying to twist them with her calloused hands, but to no avail. She sighed and pushed back from them, looking at the silver haired girl that was just hit on. "It won't budge. Don't suppose you've got some sort of wrench in your bloomers or nothin' then?"
From the large glass window she stared in. The being in there... had others on him from the Otherworld. Perhaps... they... could guide her back. Clad in a canvas tarp wrapped around her body and made into a hood over her head, the alien turned and stepped around the wall, into the diner. She was greeted by an initially cheery-looking waitress until the waitress saw her attire... and the fact that she was absolutely soaked, like someone had submerged her into a pool and thrown her into the restaurant despite the fact that it hadn't rained in the area in days.
"Uh... Welcome!" The waitress piped up nervously, attempting her best to return to her gleeful facade. "Table for one?"
The girl, her face hidden by the low hanging makeshift canvas robe, shook her head so mechanically that the poor waitress wondered if it wasn't some kind of robot in disguise. Then the canvas-clad girl raised her finger and pointed to the table where the boy sat, a being of light across from him and a being of dark beside him. From what she could gather, this was some sort of eatery. Every word spoken by the waitress reflected into her brain and transmuted into all possible uses for it, decoding the language of the planet.
"Oh... You're... with him?" The waitress asked quizzically. The canvas-clad, dripping wit water, said nothing. Chuckling nervously, the waitress grabbed another menu. "Right this way," She chirped, her facade completely back on now as she led the canvas'd woman to the booth and sat her down. As she did, the bits and bobbles on the table with the boy bounced, as though something heavy was just sat down. The booth she sat on creaked in horror at the weight pressing down on it but didn't budge. "Anything to drink?" The waitress chirped again.
More silence.
Cringing, the waitress walked away, but not without giving a few odd looks at the boy sitting there. Across from the boy with the beings from the Otherworld, the canvas-clad girl slowly pulled back her hood, revealing her white hair and foreign monochrome features. She stared at the boy with such distance she may as well been some sort of robot. Then she pointed at him.
"You talk... To the Otherworld..." Her voice was monotone and flat, seeming to carry no weight and yet every word was dripping with intensity. "I want... to know... Where I am..."
"Uh... Welcome!" The waitress piped up nervously, attempting her best to return to her gleeful facade. "Table for one?"
The girl, her face hidden by the low hanging makeshift canvas robe, shook her head so mechanically that the poor waitress wondered if it wasn't some kind of robot in disguise. Then the canvas-clad girl raised her finger and pointed to the table where the boy sat, a being of light across from him and a being of dark beside him. From what she could gather, this was some sort of eatery. Every word spoken by the waitress reflected into her brain and transmuted into all possible uses for it, decoding the language of the planet.
"Oh... You're... with him?" The waitress asked quizzically. The canvas-clad, dripping wit water, said nothing. Chuckling nervously, the waitress grabbed another menu. "Right this way," She chirped, her facade completely back on now as she led the canvas'd woman to the booth and sat her down. As she did, the bits and bobbles on the table with the boy bounced, as though something heavy was just sat down. The booth she sat on creaked in horror at the weight pressing down on it but didn't budge. "Anything to drink?" The waitress chirped again.
More silence.
Cringing, the waitress walked away, but not without giving a few odd looks at the boy sitting there. Across from the boy with the beings from the Otherworld, the canvas-clad girl slowly pulled back her hood, revealing her white hair and foreign monochrome features. She stared at the boy with such distance she may as well been some sort of robot. Then she pointed at him.
"You talk... To the Otherworld..." Her voice was monotone and flat, seeming to carry no weight and yet every word was dripping with intensity. "I want... to know... Where I am..."
this chick
oh, for the chick with the serpent hair just make her hair possessed by some kind of ancient evil that she must do its bidding or else everything she knows and loves will fall but eventually falls in love with destruction and partners with said evil to cause havok. *blinks*
Call her Leviantra. Demons possessing or manipulating hair was a popular trope in the 90s with Japan.
Call her Leviantra. Demons possessing or manipulating hair was a popular trope in the 90s with Japan.
~Ashling McGuffin~
Her eyes slowly opened to be greeted by a muttering woman who looked fresh off the trolley from Fullofmyselfville and her very corny queenish attire. She raised her head, her curly mass of auburn hair falling over her shoulders. Her brown eyes glanced about the room. Other student seemed to be talking. What happened? Last thing she could remember was dragging her heavy suitcase past the gates to find a dorm as soon as possible. Yet clearly no one around seemed to know what was going on. From the two boys in front, one in the back and this pampered woman beside her. She quietly stood from her seat and took a look around. Oh... no... when she looked over she could spot another woman trying to get back to sleep and another boy asking where they were.
"I..." She began in her thick Irish accent. "I don't know. I just stepped off my plane from Ireland. I... Maybe this is some kind of... Surprise Orientation?" She shrugged, hoping that she could bring some light to the situation.
/\Christian Urel/\
The young man stood from his seat in a start, as though he had just woken up. He rushed to the two boys in the front of the classroom and began forming quick signs with his hands, clearly attempting to communicate with them via sign language. His eyes were wide and his dark hair as a bit of a mess. He stood just above their height, as though he were a senior.
'Where am I?'
He tried to sign this to the two boys standing there, looking a bit frantic. His notebook... it was gone. Where could it have possibly gotten to?! Oh... this was such a hassle...
Her eyes slowly opened to be greeted by a muttering woman who looked fresh off the trolley from Fullofmyselfville and her very corny queenish attire. She raised her head, her curly mass of auburn hair falling over her shoulders. Her brown eyes glanced about the room. Other student seemed to be talking. What happened? Last thing she could remember was dragging her heavy suitcase past the gates to find a dorm as soon as possible. Yet clearly no one around seemed to know what was going on. From the two boys in front, one in the back and this pampered woman beside her. She quietly stood from her seat and took a look around. Oh... no... when she looked over she could spot another woman trying to get back to sleep and another boy asking where they were.
"I..." She began in her thick Irish accent. "I don't know. I just stepped off my plane from Ireland. I... Maybe this is some kind of... Surprise Orientation?" She shrugged, hoping that she could bring some light to the situation.
/\Christian Urel/\
The young man stood from his seat in a start, as though he had just woken up. He rushed to the two boys in the front of the classroom and began forming quick signs with his hands, clearly attempting to communicate with them via sign language. His eyes were wide and his dark hair as a bit of a mess. He stood just above their height, as though he were a senior.
'Where am I?'
He tried to sign this to the two boys standing there, looking a bit frantic. His notebook... it was gone. Where could it have possibly gotten to?! Oh... this was such a hassle...
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