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Posted: Thu May 25, 2017 5:04 pm
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Getting out of the car and making their way up to Horace's house was when the full extent of what had happened over the past few days hit Eli like a ton of bricks. Realistically, it was one thing, it was how what seemed like a moderate issue suddenly exploded into a flurry of Ollie and Shiloh duking it out until they were both (presumably) ********. He hadn't been privy the actual fight and he hadn't even realized what had happened until his roommate came home looking like absolute s**t. Things were beginning to heal, but Ollie still looked like someone had punched him in the face (for obvious reasons).
At least his mood hadn't been quite so sour anymore.
"You're sure today is alright?" he asked, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "I'm sure we'd be okay waiting a few more days."
Since their last meeting at Renard's, Eli had kept in touch with Horace in their group chat, updating him on anything new he might've learned and coordinating schedules. Today was a day they were all available, but he wasn't totally sure if Oliver had felt like leaving the apartment in the first place.
Eli's eyes lingered on his swollen, busted lip, but he said nothing else.
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2017 7:20 pm
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"Oh, good. It's just—" His words were cut off when Horace swung the door open with a surprising amount of vigor, his sleepy eyes looking up at him carefully. He did feel the subtle jump, the slight tense, you alright there Elliot? He always knew he wasn't as put together as he looked, but...
"...Hi Horace." He didn't smile; facial movements were possible, but limited due to the state of his lip. Still, his tone was pleasant, if not a little soft and wheezy and tired. It was time to toughen up though, and he leaned away from Elliot as he walked inside to step in himself, his movements slow and deliberate.
He started to inspect the interior of Horace's house first. So this is where he lived? Pretty spacious for one person; though he supposed there were two now. "Is Melany out?" He'd feel awkward seeing her after the presumable 'hey can we cut your arm off' conversation she must've had with Horace. "I mean, it's okay if she's not, ugh." He took an awkward breath, "Sorry, is there somewhere I can sit down?" His gaze flicked to the side.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2017 11:20 am
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"Hey, sweetcakes. Hi, Ollie." It seemed as though Horace would use a different nickname for Elliot each time he was called darling. Maybe he'd eventually find one to stick to, he mused. For now, it was just amusing. "I'm okay; just nervous like always. I haven't had anyone really visit in a while." Unless he counted Melany.... Maybe he was just counting a certain type of people. He wrinkled his nose at Ellie.
Horace looked at Oliver worriedly. "She's out, yeah. C'mon." He took Oliver's arm gently. Lean on me a bit? You're hurt. "Living room is this way, bu I can show you Nugget's closet later if you want to see."
He glanced over at Elliot. Next time we meet up, let's do it at your place so he doesn't have to go anywhere. I'm sorry; I wasn't thinking. Horace really, really wanted to pry more details out of Oliver, but that could wait a bit. "I made a cake," he said, abruptly.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2017 4:02 pm
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This week's nickname raffle winner garnered the same sort of reaction from Elliot as the first one had. It didn't quite fit, but that was probably a side effect of how outrageous Horace was trying to be, and it made the corner of his mouth quirk up into a smile all the same. It lasted about as long as it took for Oliver to decide he could walk on his own and Horace to just as quickly decide he didn't want to let that happen. As long as Ollie was alright, it didn't matter who he leaned on for support, not really, but Eli missed the gentle weight already.
"Cake sounds nice," he commented, "I cook, myself, but don't do much baking. What flavor?" Because honestly, it was easier to keep on with normal pleasantries than worry if he could manage it. After all, it's not like he could answer Horace without god and everyone knowing he'd been sent a message privately. He would've nodded, but it still would've looked suspicious.
He sighed lightly, he really needed some kind of telepathy to match the two of theirs. Who knew what they were talking about without him. Ah well... He followed to the living room.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2017 4:21 pm
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Sweetcakes? He gave the two of them another look, but it was relatively neutral, somewhat curious. "I-I'm okay—" But Horace already had his arm, and he wasn't pulling away. "It's not like I broke anything. It's just bruising." He did lean on him though, despite having pushed away from Elliot. It didn't really matter once he got to the living room, considering the first thing he did consisted of flopping down on the couch (gently) and pulling his book bag into his lap.
Thankfully, Elliot was inquiring about the cake, so it helped take some of the attention off of him. He busied himself with plucking the contents of his bag out onto the table, most of them about complicated physics, quasiparticles, that sort of thing...
"Cake sounds good. You'll like Horace's baking." He told Eli quietly. Why'd you sigh? His head tilted at his roommate, Oh, I guess you can't answer back... why don't you sit with me instead?
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2017 1:06 pm
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Oliver considered this, "If we're breaking down a structure at a molecular level with magic, we'd probably have to safeguard the box somehow, reinforce it, something..." He was debating this internally, "We might be able to make a sigil for it? Or imbue it with enough of our own magic to keep it stable. It's a lot easier to work with magic in Otherworld, though."
He tried to stretch, but the movement was visibly awkward. Cupcake...?
"What's a hummingbird cake?" He didn't pretend like Elliot, but he also had no real reason to doubt his knowledge. Maybe it was a fancy thing? You can call me anything so long as it isn't Sholliver. "Oh... this looks tasty..." He had his phone out with google open, eyes wide like dinner plates as he perused the pictures, his shoulder leaning against Eli's as he obviously favored one side.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2017 6:05 pm
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Sunshine. That one wasn't so bad. After all, Eli was rather radiant wasn't he? He puffed up a little. No wait, he puffed up very carefully, because Ollie was leaning on him and he didn't want to hurt him.
"If you're both ready to go right now, then maybe we could save the cake are out prize for a job well done?" Quite honestly, he wanted a slice now, but he could be patient if everyone else could. What did that hummingbird cake taste like, he wondered? Maybe not wasn't the time to be wondering so hard about food.
"Bringing your box as a base is a good idea, Horace. I don't know much about sigils, but I'm willing to give whatever a go. Even if it's just..." Raising one hand, he willed his fingers like he was shooting imaginary magical laser beams from them. Focusing their magic on it, that's what he meant.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2017 6:15 pm
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Sweetheart??? Oliver made a face, but it wasn't a disgruntled one or an angry one; just a raise of the eyebrows, the subtle way his nose twitched when he inhaled. "I mean, I admittedly don't know much about sigils... Renard taught me one to help negate my deathsense, but it was a brief lesson." Still, he had taken notes when he got home, and you better believe he had those on him still. "I can find my way into the Otherworld at will, so... if we all focus, then I don't see why we couldn't just magic our way there from where we're seated."
He cleared his throat.
"I really want the cake though, so let's make it quick." He was rummaging around in his bag again. "I know in the void we... sort of... made a cage, I suppose, but it was on a living being." His lips pursed, "Which is what caused this cycle mess in the first place, but I digress. Three focal points representing three individual things... maybe we could make a physical cage, albeit a inorganic one." He had a notebook out on all the textbooks, and now Oliver was busy making a box shape with his hands, tongue sticking slightly out in thought.
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