@Ca1iCa1--Is--Tired
Ori looked the the Malchai cautiously. come with you, i come too. More of a question than an answer.
Ori looked the the Malchai cautiously. come with you, i come too. More of a question than an answer.
"Yes you. You coming?" he asked impatiently. There was something about the Corsai he found intriguing.
Lila looked back to the Corsai and Calixto, "Are you two coming or what? I'm not waiting forever!"
Calixto had planned to leave quietly without having to deal with sappy goodbyes, but he supposed it wouldn't hurt.
"Yeah, yeah, cool your jets," he responded, walking back toward the building.
Ronan pushed up from his spot where he was sat on the cot. He felt hungry, but he didn’t trust them alone with Calla. Avi could watch her, but he was still wary about leaving the both of them alone with the humans and Malchai. He decided on pacing around to cool his nerves.
Ori followed softly, clipping through shadows. He wanted to know the Malchai better, he was intriguing.
Lila walked back to the temporary base clutching her arm. She had put the knife away.
He entered the building again only to get a firm talking to from Karina.
"You were going to leave without so much as a goodbye, weren't you? I can't- ohhhhh my god, how did a Corsai get in here?!" she exclaimed seeing Ori. Calixto huffed in irritation.
"Him? He's with me. Quite harmless ironically," he said trying to get the girl to calm herself.
Lila reached into her bag and pulled out some bandages. She wrapped them around the cut and winced. It would be an hour until the pain fully subsided. She muttered to herself, "Stupid Lila. Stupid iron allergies."
Ronan, upon seeing the Corsai that had come in, grew quickly alert. He snapped the violin from its case, a sharp glint in his eyes. “You brought a fucking Corsai in here?!” He snapped.
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Faye’s eyes widened when she saw the three come in. From what she knew about Corsai, they didn’t really have free thought. The only thing they knew was killing. But how did Calixto bring one here? Where were the rest? She looked over at Lila, now growing worried. “Lila, what happened?”
"Corsais," Lila responded, "The one over there is unique. They seem pretty nice."
AVI watched them uneasily, one hand on her lyre case. SHe didnt trust it. Corsai weren’t friendly.
Ori stepped back at the threats, finding comfort in the shadows, eyes shifting uneasily. corsai, goodbye, ori, no story. Not attacking.
Lila turned to the Corsau, "Is your name Ori?"
“A Corsai with a name?” Ronan said with disbelief. He could handle having humans around, maybe even some Malchai. But Corsai? It was insane.
Ori seems to grin, or at least he tries to. ori, ori. Seeming much happier once back in the shadows.
"The Corsai has a name," Lila said, "No, Ori has a name."
Now crouching, the Corsai sits, cross-legged, among the shadows. alone, no home.
Ronan still didn’t drop his guard. Remembering how a Corsai in the North Sector tried to snatch his violin, he gripped onto it tightly. He didn’t trust the Corsai. Ori.
No home. That echoed in her ears and she realized she didn’t know much about Corsai besides their reputations.
Lila looked at Ori. A pang of sympathy went through her, No home. Just like me.
Karina stood there feeling sorry for the Corsai, but confused on how to act.
"Listen, Ronan, I just came to say goodbyes before leaving. Ori didn't wanna be left on his own so he followed me. Stop being an ass, alright?" Calixto snapped. He about had it with the Sunai's terrible habit of being rude to anyone but the other two Sunai.
Ronan glared sharply at Calixto. “If you’re so intent on leaving then go already,” he hissed. God, he hated Malchai. He should have never let these people come, it’s just causing problems for their safety.
Lila stayed quiet, fiddling with her medallion again. Her arm was still throbbing with pain.
Avi watched the two argue, eyes wide. She pulled Calla to her and looked torn between watching the Corsai or Ronan and Calixto.
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