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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Dec 12, 2019 6:02:28 GMT -5
Tori froze as Ren began to speak. She had often wondered the same thing. What would it take for her voice to return? Every time she asked herself the question, the results were the same: she didn't know. It has been so long since she talked that the thought of doing so seemed foreign. As if the spoken tongue was her second language, the one that she had poor confidence in using so she just avoided using it.
Yes, I can speak, the woman replied slowly. That wasn't a secret she was going to hide. After all, she had already told him she was six or seven when she went silent. I don't know if there's anything that will make me speak. I've tried before, mostly alone, but it just doesn't work. The words are there, but they're refusing to go anywhere.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 13, 2020 20:19:26 GMT -5
(Sorry if this isn't the best!)
~Le Time Skip to Bowling~
The week went by like any other. Nothing of much interest seemed to cross her path after the ordeal with the mugger. As far as that went, the police really hadn't told her much about what happened to the man who had attacked her, but, then again, she hadn't cared to ask about it herself either. In turn, she didn't see the need to tell her father about it. He'd be furious if he ever found out about it, but she didn't think it was important. After all, she hadn't been hurt. Why would she need to make her father worry for nothing? There were still demon attacks, yet with the presence of Ren, even they seemed to be occurring less that normal. That she was thankful for if nothing else. Any respite from the nightmares were welcomed. Other than that and the new found companionship she found in the guardian angel, things were the same hum-drum route that she was used to.
Saturday rolled around, finding Tori hibernating in her bed until noon. The temperature outside was far too warm to be snuggled under blankets, but she had made herself a nest, and the woman wasn't in any mood to leave. There was no work to go to, no homework to complete. This was her assigned day for being lazy, and gosh darn it, she was going to be lazy. That, and knowing what laid in wait for her tonight gave her no urge to actually face the day yet. She needed all the time she could to mentally prepare herself for the possible train wreck that would be Mallory's plan. If it wasn't for the fact that she was going to have to act as if she had a crush on Warren, she wouldn't be dreading the outing. Actually, she quiet enjoyed bowling nights with the crew. Sure, it was in one of the loudest places in the town, but it was always a fun time, what with all the competitions that broke out among them. Even Nicole didn't seem as terrible whenever they were there. Maybe the other woman didn't feel like there was any real worth of trying to passively insult her when there were much more important matters to deal with.
That was another thing she wasn't looking forward to: seeing Nicole. There was no doubt she had told everyone about how Tori had slapped her. And there was no doubt she had twisted the story to make her out to be the victim of Tori's wild temper. It didn't help that everyone in their friend group knew of her temper. There had been several times when certain people they've run across have made the mistake of rubbing her the wrong way one too many times. One or two have been eye-witnesses in her using what fighting skills she learned from her father to make an offender eat their words. While she never directed her anger towards her friends, she wouldn't put it passed Nicole to spread rumors that she had attacked her with little to no prompting on Nicole's part. Tori had been tempted to ask Mal if anyone had said anything about it to her, but she never did. If they had a problem with her, than they could text her themselves. No one had done so, which either meant no one was putting much thought into it, or they thought it was best to leave their true thoughts of the matter to themselves.
Eventually, however, the need to leave bed was necessary. So, dragging herself from the blankets, she dressed in a pair of ripped jeans and Guns n' Roses t-shirt. Later, when they would head out, she would complete the look with her combat boots and the hidden dagger Ren and lent her, but for now, her socks would be fine to roam around the house with. Well, not so much "roam" but more like spend the hours on the living room couch playing Assassin's Creed and snacking on Cheetos. Full laziness could, and would, be achieved before they left the house. Of that, she was determined. There she stayed until it was an hour before they were supposed to meet the rest of the gang.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Feb 25, 2020 18:44:52 GMT -5
Okay, this took a ridiculously long time, but at long last, HERE IT IS. xD Guardian Angels didn’t get tired, but Ren was getting really tired of fighting the same groups of demons day after day. Somehow, it was worse than going days without fighting at all. He no longer found any excitement in it, and certainly no challenge. Obviously, the demons who appeared by the buttloads every day were different individuals, but they were the same type of demon, and that was what made them oh so boring.
Ren never mentioned this to Tori, of course. Her terror of the night and all the horrors it held had eased some, but it would take a lot longer than a week of no demon attacks to make her feel completely at ease - if such a thing was possible at all after twenty plus years of it. So no, Ren didn’t share the details of his demon slaying, or his utter boredom while doing so. He just assured her daily that the coast was clear: no demons within a twenty mile radius.
It was probably a good thing he didn’t get tired, however, for while during the day there were no demons to speak of, the nights were another matter entirely. It still amazed and baffled Ren how the demon hoards gathered, night after night, trying to get to Tori. They must have been able to sense more power in her than even he could, for her to attract so many so frequently. It was literally never ending, and Ren was starting to appreciate her previous Guardian more and more. After twenty years of non-stop demon killing, Ren could see how even a vetran Guardian Angel might slip up and get himself killed. That didn’t exactly bode well for Ren’s own career as Tori’s Guardian, but he wasn’t worried. Yet.
The day finally came for that long-awaited bowling date. Well, Ren had been waiting impatiently for it. He was quite certain Tori would have rathered it never arrived. But if anyone asked him why he was excited, he wouldn’t have had an answer. It wasn’t like he was going bowling. Most of the get-together would be taking place after the sun went down, when the demons would be coming after Tori in swarms. Ren would have his hands full doing that, so actually going bowling wasn’t an option. The closest he was going to get was watching invisibly from the sidelines whenever he had a minute to breathe between demon killings.
Then again, past experience had shown that watching Tori interact with her friend group could, and often was, better than watching a comedy on TV.
Ren was sitting in his usual spot on Tori’s roof when he finally heard her get up. He gave her ten minutes to get up and leave her bedroom before sliding off the roof. About two seconds into his descent, he appeared in her living room. Standing behind the couch, he watched in stunned silence for a moment as the little assassin ran around the screen before saying, “I didn’t know you played video games.”
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 25, 2020 19:47:27 GMT -5
It's okay! ^^
Tori, who for once wasn't using headphones and letting the sounds of the video game play through the TV speakers, startled slightly at Ren's sudden voice. Despite having a whole week of having the man pop up unannounced, she hadn't gotten used to it. I'm surprised you didn't already now. This is what I do when I have any spare time, Tori sighed. The good thing about Assassin's Creed was that she didn't have to pause the game. All she had to do was make the character find a safe spot or sit somewhere and she could engage in short conversations. Now, if she had to get up and do something, then she would pause it, but that wasn't the case now. I'm pretty big into this stuff. Half of my collection is down here, and the rest is up in my room. The two bottom shelves of my bookcase is filled with nothing but games.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 26, 2020 20:13:24 GMT -5
Tori shrugged, not seeing a point in trying to turn it into a huge debate. He did have his hands full most of the time, and the few moments where he was in the house, it was usually spent in the living room or, if no one else was home, on the patio for fighting lessons. So she couldn't blame him for not noticing. I wasn't really into it until the first year of high school, she told him. Since then, the casual pass-time turned into more of a hobby. I'm hoping to one day write music for video games, which is one reason I'm working at the recording studio, learning the basics of everything if nothing else.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 28, 2020 21:22:45 GMT -5
Tori shrugged. It depends on the type of sound you're going for. Nothing sounds better than a band using all instruments. I will always hold that form of music preforming higher than anything. There's just something in the complexity of it all that makes it so much better. Not only do you have to know and remember how to play the notes and all, but you have to make sure you're in sync with everyone else. That's much harder and takes much more skill in my opinion than using a mixer. It also allows a person more self-expression. You can see the passion and emotions behind a player by the way they're playing their instrument, how much they're getting into a song. Even if there's no words, that alone can convey a world of meaning. But, then again, there are certain times where songs produced with mixers fit the tone and mood of a movie, game, or show much better. It's hard to describe it without getting too technical, but the whole process is interesting. Of course, it always sounds more artificial, more techno and computerized, but it's not always a bad thing.
It was at this point, the young woman paused. She had signed much more of an explanation than was probably required. She gave a small smile. Sorry, I ramble. Ask Mal, no one asks me about music if they're not prepared to listen for the next twelve hours.
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