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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 28, 2016 10:53:51 GMT -5
"Warlock magic," Lucy repeated, nodding slowly. She looked sceptical but didn't directly question her. The last thing she wanted was for Esmeralda to start screaming about how this was real again. It wasn't, obviously, but Lucy's annoyance definitely was. "Right, obviously."
"Fine, yes, I'll find someone else when we leave 'fairy land', whatever that is," she agreed, waving a dismissive hand. It didn't occur to her that she'd actually need to go through with it because she would wake up no matter what happened here. Until she saw definitive proof that this was not her subconscious messing with her, she would stay firm in the assumption that it was.
She stared at the fire for several drawn out moments, then started walking. She had no idea which direction was the right one, but it didn't matter. Nothing she did here would have any real consequence, so she had no need to worry. She wouldn't have one even if worrying had ever been in her nature to begin with.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 11:09:41 GMT -5
"Not that way." Esme said. She waved a hand toward the direction she'd come from, back toward her little village. "We need to get supplies first." The journey out of her realm was not going to be a short one. They would need some things, such as food and money. "And you need new clothes. You stand out too much." The less questions that were asked, the better.
Of course, Lucy didn't have any fairy markings, so even with proper clothing, she might get some curious looks. That was something they would have to figure out, though. Esme could make up some kind of lie that would keep her from having to answer too many question.
Esme started walking, then, in the direction of the village. She kept some of her attention on Lucy, making sure the girl didn't cause any trouble, but the rest of her attention went to trying to put out the fire begore they got to the village. She definitely did not want to have to explain that.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 28, 2016 11:24:18 GMT -5
Lucy turned on her heel without a word to walk in the direction indicated. This way. Really, it had no effect on her, but she'd do as asked. Wasn't that what people were supposed to do in situations like this? All she had to go off were the books she read and the movies she watched, and in those the human always followed blindly, so maybe she should follow their example just as blindly? Questioning what she was told didn't seem like a good idea either way.
"New clothes, alright," she said as she caught up to Esme. "The famed make-over. The part where I am truly made a part of this dreamland. Yes." Thinking about it this way helped a little, actually. It was ridiculous that she couldn't wake up, but if she treated the dream like a story (she knew those well enough) she felt a little more comfortable in that.
"Do people wear what you do here, then? Everyone?" It seemed a little boring to her, coming from a place where everyone had a unique sense of style, but she knew from books that in the new universe people dressed the same, so she assumed that to be true here as well.
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"my taste in music is your face"
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Post by epiphany on Dec 28, 2016 11:30:35 GMT -5
is plot four still open? :)
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 11:40:19 GMT -5
"What kind of question is that?" Esme asked. It was silly, to her, to ask something like that. Of course everyone didn't dress like Esme. The clothing here was all fashioned out of more natural material than what Lucy wore, that is to say things like jeans were out of the question. It wasn't all the same, though. There were a variety of different fabrics and colors. The question did earn Lucy just a tad bit more trust, though. If she was asking dumb things like that, perhaps she really was just out of her mind and harmless.
Feeling a tad bit safer caused the flames to flicker, growing dimmer, and Esme focused on that. Feel safe, everything is okay. There is no danger. Lucy was crazy, not dangerous. It took some effort and a whole lot of concentration, but she did make the flames finally disappear.
"Try not to say weird stuff like that around other people. Especially all that dream nonsense. Your looks will draw enough unwanted attention."
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 11:41:02 GMT -5
(It is, Epiphany. I just ned your character's name, please.)
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 28, 2016 11:53:24 GMT -5
"A perfectly valid one," Lucy returned, though she found the answer curious. So it wasn't like the stories then? She wasn't sure what that meant for her and her being here, but she decided not to focus on it too much. This was all a dream, after all, things didn't have to make sense to her for them to be made up by her, did they?
She feigned offence at Esme's next comment, only feeling half as much as she displayed. "What do you mean nonsense?" she demanded. "Clearly, none of this is real because people don't have wings, first of all, much less catch fire. I fainted before I woke up here, so the obvious conclusion is that it's a dream. Until you can prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that this" - she whipped her arms out and spun them around her- "is, in fact, not a figment of my imagination, I'll go on claiming that it is."
She wasn't worried about the consequences of anything she did here. She saw no reason to be, her rationalisation of what was happening meant that all danger was imaginary, temporary. Nothing was a threat. She could get run down by a bus and she wouldn't be worried. It was an unhealthy approach, crazy even, and she saw that. But it was irrational to do anything else.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 12:19:02 GMT -5
"If you're so certain this is a dream, why can't you control anything that's happening? Why can't you wake up?" Esme pointed out before shaking her head. "I'm not sure what you expect me to do here. If you refuse to things as they really are, nobody can help you."
She stopped, then, and looked up. "We're here." The village was above them, an intricate system of tree houses and bridges, all suspended high above the sky. "Well, since this is a dream for you and since dreams can easily be controlled, you should have no trouble getting up there, right?" The trees were very tall with little to no climbable branches near the bottom. This was their security, their way of keeping unwanted guests out. Many fairies could bend the elements to get up or, in the case of those lile Esme, fly right up. Humans, on the other hand, would have a tough time getting up there.
Esme put her sword away and fluttered her wings. This, at least, should be entertaining. Watching the human try and fail to get up to the village would be fun and perhaps Lucy might actually find some sense, though doubted it.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 28, 2016 12:33:38 GMT -5
"As much as I would like to believe you, I can't. Not right now." Roland couldn't put any faith in strangers. It was a stranger that got him in this mess in the first place, after all. After that, how could he be expect to trust anyone he didn't know? Of course, it would be better if he did, just a little bit. He could hide his little issue pretty easily when it wasn't the full moon, and when it was, he could keep people away. He could have a normal life. He could have people over, keep suspicion off him, perhaps even find the person to break the spell. But no, Roland refused to do that. He refused to live his life. Instead, he kept himself locked up in his mansion, refusing to go out, refusing to let anyone in, and now, here they were. He didn't like it, obviously, but he couldn't get himself to change. Besides, it had to be too late. Trying to go back to normal now, after all this time, it would just raise questions. "You'll stay until I figure out some better way to solve this problem." When he was sure Norman wouldn't tell, or if he could figure out some way to make sure the man never said anything. Then, and only then, would Roland be willing to let him leave. In the meantime, Norman stayed put. "I don't think it's a good idea for you to try to run. I can assure you I'll catch you before you get very far. Just make everyone's lives a little easier and accept it." 🍉OOC 🍉 Text
🍉IC🍉 Norman's gaze harderd and he curled his small hands up into fists. "You know...I have never been that good at listening to what others say," he remarked before bolting for it, running to the window at top speed, however it was locked.
He cursed under his breath before he took off in the direction of the door instead, he wasn't extremely fast, however fear was a good motivation and he did not want to stay here, he couldn't even stay here, he had to get back and if that meant running for his life, so be it.
By the time Norman made it to the door, he was sort of getting the idea that is was fruitless, however he was still going to try and quickly tried to unlock the door to get out.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 12:47:44 GMT -5
Roland had paused for a moment, surprised by Norman's sudden movement. However, by the time the other man got to the door, he had gotten over his little shock and hurried after him. He rested a hand on the door rather casually, though it was obvious he had more than enough strength to keep it from opening.
"This is pointless. You're just wasting your energy." Roland told him. It was pretty obvious, though, that there were no words to make this better. Roland was going to have to end up using force. He felt bad, but he had tried to stop it from coming to this. He had no choice.
"Don't make me lock you up." That was probably what would happen. Roland would have no choice but to lock Norman up in one of the rooms, at least until he stopped trying to escape. That would probably be a while, though.
It was weird, how things happened. A few years ago, Roland had been normal, happy. He'd had friends. Now, he was a monster. Now he was kidnapping someone. How had his life manage to become so darn different?
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 28, 2016 13:03:39 GMT -5
This, Lucy realised, was a good point. She couldn't control anything. And once you realised you were dreaming, surely you should have the ability to control it. She didn't understand the psychology of dreams half as well as she'd need to to make any comments on that, but it made sense.
She bent her head back to look at the village, high above them. She could get there, couldn't she? She walked up to the tree, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. First, she attempted to give herself wings like those Esme had. No, that didn't work. Neither did attempts to simply float up. So, she tried to climb.
To her credit, she actually got a few feet off the ground before she fell. She swore under her breath and tried again. Then again. No doubt Esme was having a great laugh. It wasn't until she doubted her ability to physically get back up that she turned back around, leaning heavily against the tree.
"Fine," she panted. "Not a dream. An intricate hallucination, then." She spoke only a few words at a time, too out of breath to do any more.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 28, 2016 13:13:57 GMT -5
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🍉IC🍉 Norman glared at him and struggled to open the door even though he knew there was no chance of opening it now. Not only was he generally fairly weak, but Roland was also holding it back and Norman got the idea that he was not weak, likely pretty strong actually. Though that didn't stop him from trying to pry the door open. "You can't keep me here, it's considering kidnapping, and people will start looking for me after a few days, I have family, you gotta let me go," he said, voice slipping into a more, unintentional desperate tone.
He had stopped struggling to open the door though as realization dawned upon him that he was not getting out of here and he let his shoulders sag down. "You gotta let me go, my brothers-we're all we have left, I gotta be there for them, I can't stay here," he explained, voice falling quiet as he looked down. When he had said they might not get rid of him earlier, he had meant it as a joke, this was not how he imagined his weekend going.
However, point being-just because he was locked up in here for now, did not mean he wasn't going to try and escape whenever he could. Maybe, if Roland still refused to let him go, he could sneak out tonight, he was good at sneaking in and out of places, though he wasn't all that great at picking locks...hopefully the room they ended up shoving him in had a window he could break.
Norman just knew he had to get out and go home, and he was beginning to really dislike this Roland guy for keeping him there. Yeah sure, he got that they were strangers and letting him go might lead to Norman ratting him out about him and this place, but he simply could not stay, no matter how good the food was.
He just hoped he could make the other see that.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 13:19:17 GMT -5
"I thought hallucinations happen when you're awake. So you're trying to tell me your mind is making you see a forest when you're supposed to be seeing a library? You're seeing trees where there should be bookcases and you just tried to climb one. Tell me, did that feel like a bookcase to you?" This girl was hopeless, Esme decided. There was no point in arguing with a crazy person.
"Either way, you're out of touch with reality and that means it's probably not safe to bring you up there where you'll do who knows what because none of this matters to you. So, I'll go get stuff and you can stay down here and hope nothing wanders over and tries to attack you."
Of course, that shouldn't make a difference to Lucy. All of this was fake to her. Why would she care if a wild bear or something came over and tried to attack her. Esme knew it was real, though, knew if something attacked, it would hurt. But, the alternative was bringing up someone who was unpredictable, who would do who knows what around her people and she did not like that.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 28, 2016 13:32:39 GMT -5
It hadn't felt like a bookcase, no. Bookcases were easier to climb, for one, not to mention that it had felt distinctly like a tree. Could hallucinations affect tactile input as well? She didn't know, but she hoped so. The alternative was terrifying.
"Go on then," she said, sinking down onto the ground. "I'll be fine, I'm sure." She was relieved to find that she would not have to get up, mostly because that meant she could have a moment to rest from the exertion that hadn't led to anything but loss of breath. She'd also get a few extra moments to consider what was happening to her, because it was becoming less and less likely that this really was just something she was making up.
She sighed, closing her eyes. A final test, she decided. If she imagined herself travelling back and it worked, she could forget that any of this had ever happened. If she opened her eyes to the same forest, it was time to panic.
She stayed perfectly still for several minutes. Then, slowly, she opened her eyes to see the same forest. Alright, time to actually start freaking out.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 13:32:54 GMT -5
"Just give me a few days. Give me time to figure out something that can work for both of us. This isn't forever." Roland hoped it wasn't forever, at least. Surely he couldn't keep someone captive forever. There would definitely be a whole lot of complications to that. Roland would figure something else out. He didn't know what, but he would figure it out.
The best solution, realistically, was to let Norman go then move far away. But, that wasn't something he would consider for a second. Roland hadn't left his house in years. Just the thought of going outside, the thought of moving, having to be around strangers when he left to find somewhere new, it made him freak out. Nope, that was not possible. He couldn't leave. This place was safe. This place was where he was going to stay. So what to do with Norman?
"Nobody will hurt you here. You can do whatever you like, and you'll be able to leave soon. That's the best I can do for now." Roland thought, hoped, that Norman was done fighting, but he hadn't quite let his guard down. No, he was srill ready for the man to try to run off. "You had questions, didn't you? I can answer them, if you want." He was trying, desperately, to move the subject away from Norman's indefinite stay here. He was trying to keep the other man from completely hating him.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 13:40:26 GMT -5
This, Esme found, was ended up being a much safer plan. Going into the village alone was much quicker and safer. She didn't need to worry about answering any difficult questions. Just fly up, stuff a bag with supplies and get out. Easy. Even better, Lucy had not been mauled while she was gone. No, the strange human was right where she left her, safe and whole.
"Here," Esme tossed her a change of clothes. These belonged to Esmeralda herself, the best she could do on a short notice, and thus would be too long for Lucy. Whatever. If she didn't like them, Lucy could always get new clothes later. "Go find a place and get changed so we can leave." It was mid afternoon, they wouldn't have a huge amount of time to travel and Esme wanted to get this over with quickly.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 28, 2016 13:43:20 GMT -5
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🍉IC🍉 Escape tonight. That was the new plan, and so Norman let go of the door and took a step or so away from it, figuring that at least for now, it was best to play along. He was good at acting, he could act like he was okay being here for now. The redhead let out a small sigh before looking up at Roland, gently pushing his glasses back in place as they had slided down his nose during his first, and poorly executed escape plan.
"Fine, but only for a few days, I can't stay any longer, I shouldn't have to even stay this long," he grumbled, arms folded before letting them drop down to his sides. "But yeah, I have a few questions...like for instance, how on earth did you even meet a witch? Also, why ditch your social life? You only turn once a month, otherwise you're good, I mean...it would be pretty easy to just shut yourself away for the full moon and continue living normally the rest of the month, next-if I have to stay here for a few days, I'm going to have to somehow contact my brothers and give some sort of excuse as to why I'm not home, or else they will go ballistic and it's not fun, so anyway we can arrange that? I'm also going to need clothes and other essentials...obviously, if I gotta stay here, even for just a few days..." Norman began to list, counting on his fingers to get everything out in the open, already beginning to walk away from the door.
Honestly he was hoping all of this stuff would be enough to busy everyone here so that it would be easier to escape. It was best to feign compliance for now and run for the hills later. He had more questions as well, but those were more superficial and could wait for things to cool down a little bit, and hey, he had to give it to him, for being stuck here, at least Roland was...trying to act civil, it was appreciated.
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"my taste in music is your face"
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Post by epiphany on Dec 28, 2016 14:02:26 GMT -5
yay! her name will be vienna cross :)
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 14:06:06 GMT -5
"You shouldn't have to stay at all, you're right, but you also shouldn't have broken into my house. Under other circumstances, I would havd called the cops and you very well could have gotten yourself a little jail time. Think of this as jail time." Roland pointed out. Yeah, still not very fair, but it was a point. Norman had started this whole thing.
"I figured when you asked your questions, they were going to be one at a time." He commented, but he did get to work answering them. "She came to one of my parties. They did tend to attract some interesting folks." Ah yes, Roland's parties were something of a legend. He had lots of money and parents that didn't care. That led to some interesting nights. "The parties, I just don't feel like having them anymore. I much prefer my privacy."
He was scared. He didn't want to admit. Though, what guy liked admitting they were afraid? Certainly not Roland. Nope, he was a big, tough werewolf that certainly was not going to admit to feeling fear. That would be absurd.
"We'll arrange for you to have everything you'll need. Make a little and someone will run out and get everything. As for the matter of your family, you can borrow a phone. I can't let you call them," he didn't know what Norman would say, "but you can text them. I'll have to read whatever you send, though."
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 14:07:09 GMT -5
(Thank you! Give me a minute abd I'll start.)
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 14:08:56 GMT -5
(Here you are, Epiphany.)
Gabriel always knew his adventures would not last forever. After all, nothing ever did and a few thousand years of escaping punishment was truly quite impressive. That said, he really didn't think that this was appropriate. To stick him in this tiny little town was just cruel. Not to mention hiding that fact that he was immortal would really be a huge annoyance.
Not that Gabriel actually planned on staying here that long. Oh no, he would be gone far before anyone noticed that he never aged. His pale face would stay smooth. His black hair would never streak grey and his blue eyes would stay bright. As was the life of a fallen angel. Eternal beauty, eternal life, eternal wandering.
Now Gabriel really had to get to work finding his ticket out of here. Where to find little delinquents that would be easy to manipulate? Ah, of course. He would find a teenager, someone who thought they had it oh so rough and that was certainly alone in the world. He'd show them a little fun, give them a shoulder to cry on, and boom, they would be perfectly fine and ready to be a good little citizen. Easy as pie.
And that was how Gabriel found himself at the local high school. It was nearly noon, nearly time for lunch and his very late arrival had caused quite the scene. Ah, but Gabriel made a scene wherever he went.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 28, 2016 14:17:50 GMT -5
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🍉IC🍉 "Alright seems fair I guess," Norman agreed with a shrug, jail time was something he was used too, he would talk to the cops and the other people in the cells at the police station until his brothers bailed him out, he had made some good friends that way. "Can I borrow a phone now? The sooner I can text my brothers, the better," he explained and stopped walking where he was.
What was he going to say?...It would have to be something that explained his absence for a few days and he didn't do spur of the moment camping trips, conventions, or vacations. Though he could always say that one of his friends in another city needed his help and he would be gone for a few days without cell service. It would stop them from questioning more, was vague enough he didn't have to put too much thought into it, and helped answer any questions they would have. Yeah he would go with that.
The way he thought of it, it was like this: Best case scenario, he snuck out tonight and put this whole thing behind him. Worst case scenario, he had to stay here a few days, the lie would work out well for either as he could just say he got home early if he got out tonight. Yeah...solid plan. Though he needed to explore first, get a good enough feel for the place so he knew where and how to get out.
Speaking of which..."Also, one last question, am I allowed to look around? Or are you planning on confining me to my room for the few days I'm stuck here?" Norman asked dryly, looking back up at Roland with a questioning and slightly challenging look in his eyes.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 28, 2016 14:26:03 GMT -5
Lucy didn't have anything to say. She was busy having a bit of a meltdown. She caught the clothes easily and turned to change, though she didn't bother walking more than a few meters away to do so. She had more pressing things to think about than privacy, and she'd never been a private person in the first place, just quiet.
She turned back around, wearing clothes that didn't quite fit and that were definitely less comfortable than the clothes she'd been wearing before. She missed her skinny jeans, even looking down at them in her hand she felt a pang of longing for smooth denim instead of this more natural material. It didn't itch, but it also didn't sit right and she didn't appreciate that.
"No hallucination could be this uncomfortable," she said, mostly to herself, and that was the last straw. In moments, she was actually crying. It was like a switch had been flipped, and now she found herself in a reality she didn't belong in with no more excuses to hide behind. Stubbornly, she swiped them away but they kept coming back to her great frustration, something that only served to make it worse. "Let's move," she grumbled, refusing to acknowledge them past her furious wiping.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 14:33:35 GMT -5
Out of the pocket of his sweatpants, Roland retrieved his cell phone and opened up the screen for a new message. Then, he handed it over to Norman. Might as well get this dealt with now, and not having to worry about the cops would be rather helpful. Though, if Norman were to just disappear, would anyone really think to look here? Roland doubted it. And if they, for some strange reason, did come here, Roland kept on good terms with the police. There was a reason why complaints of noise and rowdy teenagers never stopped his parties before. Even now, it wouldn't be hard to convince them to leave. Still, it would be the least that he could do. Why not make sure nobody was worried?
"Look around all you'd like." Roland answered with a nod. "Though, I will warn you that the second floor is a bit of a mess." After all, he had escaped the night before and had made quite the mess of things. And this had not been the first time Roland had gotten out of where he was supposed to be locked up. Trying to keep the place clean simply seemed to be a lost cause. "I'll only contain you if you give me a reason to."
Oh, Roland hoped that he didn't have to lock Norman up in one of the rooms. That certainly would not be fun for anyone. And Norman seemed to have settled down. As long as things stayed like this, everything should be fine. Well, as long as Roland was able to think of some alternative solution to this little problem. The longer he took to fix this, the more likely Norman was to get fed up and try to leave again. Roland didn't blame him, either. Everything that happened had to be a lot to deal with.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 14:43:21 GMT -5
Oh no. Now she was crying. How was Esme supposed to deal with this? She was terrible at dealing with people when they were crying in general, never mind a most likely crazy stranger that she wasn't particularly getting along with at the moment. Did she try to comfort Lucy, or would that make the human more upset? Did she try to cheer her up? But then, what would Esme say to make her feel better?
Unsure of what else to do, Esmeralda decided to do what Lucy said and just start walking. They did have to get going after all, and Lucy didn't seem very much like she wanted to acknowledge the tears. Still, it was awkward, walking in silence beside someone who was obviously upset. It seemed like Esme was going to have to try to do something, because trying to ignore it was not really the ideal solution.
"Hey, um, are you okay?" Wow. Very helpful. Of course she wasn't okay. That was incredibly obvious. But, it was the best Esme could do. "I mean, well, I know you aren't okay but you will be. We're going to send you home, remember? You'll be back to wherever you came from in no time. And while you're here, well, it's not so bad." Well, apart from the whole war issue that was going on but it was probably best not to mention that little detail. She doubted any of her babbling would really help anyway, but that's what Esme did. She just started rambling when anyone started crying. Maybe something she said would actually make Lucy feel just a tiny bit better.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 28, 2016 14:43:50 GMT -5
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🍉IC🍉 Norman quickly took the phone, typed in a number and got to working on a text, it was simple, explained that this was Norman contacting his brother, Kai, from his friend's phone and was helping him with an issue for a few days and wouldn't be home or able to call or text them until he got back. Once he was finished with the text he passed the phone back over to Roland so he could check it before it was sent.
He also figured Roland could send it after and slowly started to the staircase, looking up at it. "Good, because I would go crazy if you locked me up in a room for a few days, I need to get out and stretch my legs," he stated absentmindedly. "How many floors are there? How big are the grounds?" He questioned, figuring these were things he should find out before escaping tonight. "Do the bedrooms all have windows?" He added, making it sound like nothing more than natural curiosity and not a way to get information out of the werewolf so he could escape.
Though maybe he should wait it out, he did have that excuse now for his brothers, the chances of him getting caught were fewer and if he tried to escape that night and got caught, that would be it for his wandering privileges. So the goal in that was to not get caught.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 28, 2016 14:54:23 GMT -5
Lucy looked over at her, her eyes still leaking defiantly. Yes, that was how she saw it, leaking. Because she was doing everything she could to stop it - it wasn't doing anyone any good - and her tear ducts refused to cooperate. She blinked, then turned back to face the path, wiping away the most recent of the tears.
"I'm fine. I cry a lot, you'll get used to it." This was true, she cried more than anyone she knew. As soon as she felt overwhelming emotion, whether it be joy, fear, sadness or anything else, she responded by crying. In this case, it was panic. It was so bad that if a day went by without her crying, she had to wonder if the day had passed at all. "It'll stop eventually," she went on, dabbing at her eyes again. "Just wait it out."
She knew that her crying made people uncomfortable. She saw it often. The number of times she'd burst into tears while reading in a coffee shop - or the subway, if things were bad - only just outnumbered by the number of times someone had put an awkward arm around her, wondering it she was holding up. She knew when people wanted to escape rather than ask her if she would be alright. So yeah, maybe this time she wasn't sure she would be, but that didn't matter. She knew this situation well.
"Talk about yourself for a while," she recommended. "People are always less uncomfortable when they talk about themselves. Maybe you'll distract me."
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 15:04:08 GMT -5
The text was quickly read over then sent. It didn't seem like some secret code for help, though if it was a secret then he wouldn't really know. "Three floors. Well, I guess five if you include the basement and the attic." It was a huge house with dozens of rooms. It was so big, in fact, Roland often got lost when he had been little and had to have a servant with him to help navigate the place. And then, when he got a bit older, said servant had the difficult task of keeping Roland out of trouble. That had not gone over so well. Then again, wasn't that what rich kids with absent parents did? They got into trouble. Anyway, what this meant was that Norman would hopefully have plenty of places to explore to keep himself busy while he was here. And if he searched the whole whole, well, there was more than enough to do. Movies to watch, games to play, books to read. Roland, after all, had to entertain himself somehow while he kept himself stuck in this place.
"I have," Roland thought for a minute. "A lot of land." Exactly how much had never been important to him, so he wasn't exactly sure. There was the sizable front yard, kept in a decent enough shape, though not nearly as nice as it had been. The back yard was big, too, with a rather large pool. The further out one went, though, the more overgrown everything was, as there just were not enough people to keep the whole estate looking decent. Not that it mattered to Roland. He rarely ventured out too far away from his house.
It should be noted, though, that the house, with the exception of the mess made on the second floor, was kept up well. Perhaps there was some dust in some of the less used rooms, but it was clean. Anything broken was fixed in a timely fashion. Windows were washed. The sheets of the beds were changed regularly, everything was kept neat.
"They all have windows, I'm pretty sure." Roland hadn't checked every single room in the house, but bedrooms did generally have at least one window, as far as his experience went, at least.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 28, 2016 15:15:43 GMT -5
"Myself?" For a moment, just a moment, the suspicion came back. Was that was this was about? A very clever little plan to get information? No, no, that was insane. Esme was just being paranoid. What on Earth could she say about herself that would put the fairies in danger? She was most definitely not an important piece in this war. Now she was being the crazy one and she really had to stop it. At least one of them had to be sane for this journey to not become absolute chaos.
"Well, I'm a fairy, but you must have gathered that. Fairies, we can control the elements." Well, other fairies could, but Esme was still quite determined to keep her little issue with her powers a secret. Nobody needed to know about that. "And we all have something that makes us stand out, like my wings. Some fairies have horns, or skin made of bark or a tail. You'll see them, when we come across another village. Try not to freak out too much." Oh, that would be terrible, if Lucy freaked out at the sight of another fairy. "And if anyone asks where your mark is, just make something up, something they wouldn't be able to see. Oh, and keep your ears hidden, too. It'll just make things easier." If others thought Lucy wasn't a fairy, they would have to undergo a whole lot of questioning and that would not be too good.
It was then that Esme realized she was really talking much more about her species and not about herself. But really, if Lucy didn't know anything about fairies, she wouldn't understand Esmeralda, either. It was a good idea to tell the big stuff, first, before she started talking about herself.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 28, 2016 15:17:05 GMT -5
🍉OOC 🍉 Sorry it's short, I gotta take my dog for a walk so it's a bit rushed.
🍉IC🍉 Norman nodded along. "Alright, well in that case, I'm going to explore...but uh first, how long...will I have to stay here? We thinking a day or two? Four days? A week? Because I can't stay that long. You're lucky I've agreed to stay for a few days as it is," he stated, looking back over at Roland. At most, four days, though that was not preferred, he would rather get home soon, really soon.
Honestly though, he was just glad it would only be a few days. He could manage that, besides it would be an adventure and he did always enjoy those. He just couldn't very well stay forever, he had to know that. After all, any longer than a few days was crazy anyways, surely the werewolf had to realize that. Yeah Norman was stupid and he broke in, however...he still didn't deserve to stay here.
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