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 Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 5:19 pm
Things had been going well for her lately. She had capitalized on a bet, toyed with a Reaper who was now loyal to her in the best of ways, and got to drop her good ghoul act for one delicious moment. The broken hand had been worth breaking that stubborn ghoul's sternum, and thankfully such a thing was easy to fix on her end of things. Really, being a patchwork wasn't so bad. It had it's perks.
Amrita mused on her luck with her head down, flipping through a couple of papers she held against her chest. All she had to do was keep up appearances and play their little game; it was a cake walk, and the better she played the faster she figured she could go back home to the dark, twisted shadows she called home. The papers were given only a passing glance, her mind elsewhere as she rounded the corner to turn into the Student Council Meeting room; but only a step or two in, she stopped dead in her tracks.
Aymet was already there, and a quick glance around proved that he was alone. They were alone.
"Well well, my luck continues~" She said sweetly, unable to help the happy smile that curled onto her torn lips. She still hadn't figured out if this Aymet was hers, or the fragment. If he was, great, if not, well, she could probably have some fun reminding him. Her books and papers were dropped unceremoniously on the table before backing up to the door, closing it behind her back and leaning against the old wood for a moment longer. She had been lucky lately, but it never hurt to be cautious. They had to stay alone, at least for now.
"Good Evening, Aymet~ I trust you're doing well?" That sweet, happy smile never left her lips.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 1:35 am
Aymet was writing... something. He seemed to be dipping a claw in ink periodically before scrawling it across the paper. It was at least more efficient than the idea of holding any sort of writing implement in hands that were more suited to tearing things apart. The dracolich was never an easy read, mainly because as a skeleton Aymet never made use of his face often enough. Or so he thought. Lately, he'd been feeling a little distant from himself, and therefore from everyone else as well. Everything felt very dreamlike, to the point of being almost unreal. Had they really saved the world again? It didn't feel like it. His armor had taken on an additional piece in the form of a chain and lock that he mostly forgot about after the initial surprise. His mind constantly wandered back to a recurring daydream, a latent memory that simply didn't fit his high school narrative of a life. Sometimes, it seemed far more vivid in comparison. It was dark, and he had been a king, one of seven competing for glory. But no matter how many times he tried, he couldn't remember how it ended --"Hey Amrita," he greeted her warmly, looking up from his notes when she dropped hers. His tail swept the ground a few times like a cat's; his blue eyes followed her as she crossed back to the door, devoid of suspicion. "Not much to report today. Oh, except one thing. Apparently the student council must go around to all the dorms and -" "... What?" He tilted his head a little and regarded her as if waiting for a surprise. He flashed her a jagged grin as he waited expectantly, arms folded as he leaned his chair back in a single fluid motion. "What are you smiling about?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 11:02 am
"Am I not allowed?" Amrita made an amused noise at his question, which only made her smile wider. Naturally, she answered anyway. "Anyway. A lot of things make me smile lately." She assured him. "First, I won a battle and a bet, all in one well-placed shot." She reached behind her and without looking, twisted the mechanism to lock the door. "So I got to wipe a smug little smirk off of a Reaper's pretty little face and I won her loyalty for my troubles." Amrita was quite proud, and no matter which version of Aymet she was talking to, she felt safe enough to tell the truth, without sugar coating it. By then she had started moving, closing the space between them.
"Well worth the temporarily broken hand." She lifted the hand in question, which had already been fixed, but was still bandaged tightly just in case. "But, more importantly~" Her fingers brushed along the back of Aymet's chair as she swept by to ease herself into the Vice President's chair, pleased to find that it was on his right hand side. Right where she belonged. "I finally have a moment with you. Alone." She let that hang in the air for only a moment or two, her gaze raking over him from head to toe. "So that is why I'm smiling." Aymet looked different to her, and it was something she knew she wouldn't get used to very quickly. Luckily he was still recognizable, even with the lock embedded in his armor.
"You too, huh?" She started with a simple little question, slowly dragging the zipper of her jacket down, opening the collar just enough to let the black lock show through, tapping at hers twice. "One of these. How are you holding up?"
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