forum “What’s your greatest fear?” // 5/5, closed // Stalkers welcome!
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@Morals-are-for-mortals language

Tseth tilts his head at the cracked door. Interesting. He stands up, stretching his wings for a moment. He can’t stretch them to their full length in the room, which is annoying and just reminds him of how small it is. He opens the door and walks out into the hall to the main room.

@Morals-are-for-mortals language

(> no idea)
(> Just saying he probably doesn’t want to wear the same thing for multiple weeks :p)
(No shit Sherlock that’s why I was wondering)
(Also wait how do the outfits work with his and Daphne’s wings-)

@the-void-phantasmic language

(I’m just gonna actually name Undefined Woman Karen for funny)

Karen walks down the hallway and opens the door to Salmook’s room, looking around at the chaos. She sighs and shakes her head. “Main room. Now. You rabid little creature…”

Daphne is sitting in a corner of the main room, staring at the ground. She’s still shaking, although a little less than she was before. She glances up at Tseth as he enters the room.

@im-with-stoopid pets

Salmook hisses at the jabby-lady, a chunk of what-used-to-be-pants still in his hands. He pulls his cloak tighter around him and flicks his hood up, shielding most of his body a little. He crosses his arms and pouts.
"Tell Salmook for why. Or he not go."

@the-void-phantasmic language

Daphne keeps fidgeting with her sleeves, and she’s looks a little frustrated as she does so.

Karen sighs again. “We’re explaining the competitions a little more today. Okay?”

@im-with-stoopid pets

Salmook groans.
"Tell Salmook here. And now. Unless have eating, me no go."
He gestures vaguely to the scraps of clothing all around the room.
"Hungry."

@Null-Gravity language

Blaze might be the only one of everyone to have gotten a good night's sleep.

Then again, she was used to sleeping in new places.

She gets up off the floor and stretches. She'd taken off her uniform before she'd gone to bed, leaving her in a sports bra and boxers. The pale, exposed skin on her stomach had multiple scars, crisscrossing, each a tale of a sparring match gone wrong or a battle nearly lost.

The rest of her was similarly scarred. The only reason why nobody knew is because most of her skin was covered.

She could tell that her uniform was gone, and that irritated her slightly.

Instead, there were different clothes. She assumed they were the type the staff were wearing based on their texture.

She puts them on, then waits.

@the-void-phantasmic language

Sylvia knocks on Blaze’s door and opens it just a crack. “Blaze..? Time to head to the main room. Uh… please don’t attack everyone this time.” She walks away, heading into the main room with the others.

@Null-Gravity language

Blaze shrugs.

"Only if they give me a reason, Syl." she replies calmly.

She follows after Sylvia, finding the cool air to be quite pleasant.

She slips out of the rough shirt and leaves it in the hall as she enters the main room.

@Morals-are-for-mortals language

Tseth watches Daphne fidgeting with her sleeves, before taking off his large overcoat and handing it to her. “This might help. It’ll look a little awkward on you, though.” He smiles a bit at Daphne.
He looks up when Blaze enters the room. Oh, great. Let’s see how this goes.

@the-void-phantasmic language

Karen crosses her arms and tilts her head. “We’ll have food for you afterwards-It’s still pretty early in the morning, surely he can wait.

Daphne looks up at Tseth, then takes the jacket and puts it on. He’s right, she looks ridiculous in it, but she looks a little more relaxed. She looks up at Blaze and immediately backs farther into her corner, clearly scared of her.

@Null-Gravity language

Blaze blinks calmly at everyone.

"Greetings," she exhales. She was relaxed, not in any mood to fight or yell. It seems her loss of temper and reason were merely a one time thing.

@im-with-stoopid pets

Salmook doesn't like that. In his experience, when someone says "later," they mean "not at all." He put his hands on his hips.
"Promise. Or Salmook eat you."
It's not an empty threat, either. He was this close to cracking some bones yesterday. At least, Salmook thinks it was yesterday - the days are already mushing together, and a lack of sleep isn't helping.

@Morals-are-for-mortals language

Tseth puts a reassuring hand on Daphne’s shoulder before looking at Blaze again. “Morning.” Not too concerned about her right now. Hopefully it stays that way, if nobody antagonizes her.