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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 10:43 pm
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Amrita didn't know why she kept coming back here. No matter what happened in it the last time, no matter how many times she resolved to not stir the pot any more, whenever that corridor showed itself to her she followed it right to the House. It always brought her pain, though sometimes there was a victory in her name as well; but even that hurt. All the repairs her body had to go through, all the stress she had to deal with on top of being a student; even her victories were painful.
And yet, as always, there she was.
The patchwork stared around one of the rooms, trying to figure out if the furniture was large or if she had just gotten smaller; the leg to the chair she was staring at was easily three times her own height, and that was the closest thing to the ground. Maybe giants lived in this room at some point? She kind of wanted to climb it. She would have too, if the whole heights thing wasn't in her way -- AND if she didn't hear approaching footsteps.
Two instincts tore at her then; one to stand and fight, one to turn and flee. Both had good reasonings, both had their merits and demerits, and as the sound of boots came closer she made her decision; the patchwork ducked behind a massive chair leg, pressing her back flat against it and standing REALLY STILL, hoping that she wasn't noticed.
Please please please don't be noticed!
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Blade Kuroda rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 10:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 11:04 pm
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Ahhhh the footsteps continued! Those two instincts continued to duke it out in her head, leaving her confused and somewhat disoriented, but certainly unsure of what to do now. If she ran, she'd save herself the heartache yet she would probably hate herself for it down the line; but if she fought, that would be too much extra pain and she certainly wasn't fond of dissipating again. The patchwork peeked from her hiding place against a chair leg, just enough to confirm the white coat with golden trim.
It was a Hunter, and she could already feel her hackles raising so to speak; her fingers were at least curling, her muscles coiling to prepare herself for the fight she knew was coming. She had yet to come acoss a Hunter that DIDN'T want to kill her, after all.
"Hunter," Amrita growled out despite herself, stepping away from her hiding place to stand behind him, crouching to prepare herself but not making the first move; she barely ever made that first move. If he wanted a fight she'd bring it as she always did, but she would really rather not.
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Blade Kuroda rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 11:10 pm
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Enoh Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 11:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 11:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 11:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 11:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 11:48 pm
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Amrita stared at him, scrutinizing this Hunter that was both apparently doing their job and yet not trying to make her life miserable. Was this a prank? Was he trying to lure her into a false sense of security?
"No, we don't, but...I can't ignore you being here either." She was waivering, too willing to buy into this idea that the Hunter didn't want to hurt her. It was a breath of fresh air, but she was still suspicious of it. One of those too good to be true moments. "Sorry, I still don't trust you." And she wasn't going to apologize for it, nor the fact she felt the need to inform him.
"Looks like we're stuck, then." The patchwork decided slowly, taking a few careful steps back before sinking to the floor, sitting down on her knees. She was ready to get up again if she had to of course, but this was her peace offering of sorts. Yet the entire time she never once looked away from him; she probably didn't blink, either. "So now what?" If this was a who-can-last-longer competition, she was pretty sure she'd win.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 11:57 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 8:04 pm
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"I...can be, you know. But it's your kind that make me that way..." Her eyes narrowed on him, sitting a little straighter at the idea. She knew she could get violent; she remembered quite vividly the way she'd fought against that Blonde Hunter; how she strangled him with his own scarf, how she nearly tore flesh from bone with her teeth. "I'd rather not fight, though. Maybe...maybe we can just turn our backs and walk away at the same time, but...I don't trust you yet. You're one of them." Her backwards hands clenched into fists on her lap, ones that smoothed out and eventually worked to ease the tattered ends of her longer tanktop.
"I'm...not going to answer that. I'm sorry, just...you always get into my home somehow, and I'd...I'd really rather not give you another way to get in and hurt us." Her gaze lowered to her knees, still fidgeting with the fabric she could get in her spotted, patchwork hands.
"So um...how about this? We're not gonna get anywhere the way we are, so...Nothing about how we got here as in, here..." The patchwork glanced up enough to gesture to the room around them. "...but just...talk...?" A grey eye stared at him for a minute, more specifically his hand. She didn't see anything obviously suspicious, and so she slowly, hesitantly, held out a backwards hand as a temporary truce.
"I'm Amrita."
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 8:11 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 12:11 am
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There was no trick; Amrita merely shook his hand, however the initial contact did make her tense a little bit; like Deryk, she expected a trap, or at least something to happen. When nothing came, she was admittedly (and likely visibly) relieved.
"So do I...do I call you Bond or Deryk?" The patchwork asked hesitantly, releasing his hand and fighting every urge to wipe it off on herself to get rid of germs. There were a lot of things she wanted to ask him, now that she determined he wasn't going to just lash out at her; but some of her questions probably required some degree of trust, so...maybe she should build that first?
"I've never been to the human world before...err, well, except here but I don't think this is Human world territory." Well, here and that one time in front of the graveyard but...yeah. Neither counted, really. "What's it like? Is it really different from Halloween?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 12:20 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 1:05 pm
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"I know you wouldn't, that's why I think it's a neutral zone." She had caught glimpses of what happens to a Hunter without their fancy suits in Halloween, both living and dead. As Deryk answered her question she listened intently, trying to picture what he was saying. It was too confusing, and she almost, almost regretted asking; she didn't know what Fall was, or the whole business with other decorations. The human world seemed very complex.
"...But it's...always October here." The ghoul wrinkled up what was left of her nose, canting her head to the side as she tried to unravel this very confusing web of information. Yeah, maybe that wasn't a good question to start out with, at least by herself! The only thing she could figure out was the last one, and she nodded. "Yeah, um, we've all got kind of different areas, I guess? My tribe lives in a graveyard, for example, and another one of my friends lives in a HUGE Manor! A lot of areas cater to the kinds of scarelings living there...so I guess that part is the same?" The patchwork mused out loud, scratching her bone cheek.
"Okay, so, what about where you came from? Your little area of the Human world? What's that like? Does it have a name?"
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