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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I'd like to bring back Wren and Jack, if that's alright~ :D
I'm interested too. :D
I'm still here, as well! :D Still a bit busy with AP testing, but I should be free when you decide to pick this up again.
I've been busy with AP tests, but I'll have more free time soon. How is everyone? :)
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Monday, Spring 1 | 7:10 AM | ☁
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As Gaku explained how the whole Eli encounter went, Izzie felt a slight pang of disappointment. Her lips quirked into a slight pout and she inadvertently clicked her tongue. She had hoped there was more to it (a forbidden tryst she's trying to keep secret! an under-the-table job! a mysterious figure from her past had come and she needed Gaku's mad fighting skills to keep her safe but he's too lazy to help!) but she supposed her overactive imagination was getting the better of her once again. Eli was just behaving as usual. It also meant that Izzie was even more determined to get her to open up to them. She will get through to her eventually, of that she was certain; she just needed to find the right way to approach her. Everything she had done so far have all been futile, and she didn't seem any closer to breaking down her walls than when she first started. Perhaps she just wasn't pushing hard enough?
Izzie snapped out of her thoughts when Gaku had brought up her late-payment-streak. Her lips twisted into a sheepish grin. Ever since she started lodging at the inn, she hadn't managed to pay the rent in time. Not once. She smirked at thought of holding the record for late payments, ignoring the fact that such an accomplishment wasn't something anyone should be proud of. It's not like she does it on purpose, though. Sometimes, she just can't help herself, and she ends up buying more cakes than her budget allowed. They're just too good! Thinking back on it now, she was pretty lucky she had such a fast metabolism—it crossed her mind more than once that she would have long been overweight if it weren't for that. And… wait, what was she talking about again?
Oh, right. Rent.
"You might have to wait forever and a day on this one," she joked, winking. "But seriously, I'm still short fifty, so I'll get back to you on that soon."
Gaku then pointed out that she was still in her sleepwear, poking fun at her messy state. Izzie looked down at herself, like she had to check whether he was lying, then without missing a beat, she spun around theatrically, as though she was showing off a brand new outfit (the kind that took three paychecks to purchase).
"Whaaat? I happen to think I look quite decent right now!" she said as she put her hand on her chest, in a feigned offended manner. "If want real public indecency, you should go talk to Brent."
Izzie burst in a fit of giggle as she remembered what she had happened upon just the other day. She didn't think much of Brent's… unusual means of sanitation. It honestly seemed like a pretty fun thing to do, and she just might try it one day. Not everyone seemed as accepting of his habits, though. Izzie could recall the incident clearly. At the time, there was a woman taking a leisurely stroll with her son, following the winding path of the stream to the lake. Izzie was taking her usual route to her grandfather's when a high-pitched scream broke through her eardrums. The source wasn't too difficult to spot. Shrieking louder than she thought possible, the woman had clamped her hands tightly around her son's eyes in a panic. Through some display of miraculous (or possibly just adrenaline-born) strength, the woman picked up her son and practically slung him over her shoulder, then seeing Izzie laughing uncontrollably just a few feet away, the woman pulled her along and carried her away as well. 'Keep your innocence intact!' she kept yelling like a battlecry.
She was just about to recount the hilarious incident to Gaku when her eyes caught sight of the antique wooden clock on the wall behind Gaku. 7:10, twenty minutes until her shift! "Oh, crap! I have to go get ready now. Be back later!" Izzie turned and rushed off to the staircase, expertly dodging other residents that blocked her path as she raced to her room.
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It took her ten minutes flat to finish her morning routine. Izzie sat on her bed as she finished brushing her hair, opting to put it in a high ponytail to save some time. She'd usually take more time to style her hair, but she was running late enough as it is. Walking up to the mirror hanging above her desk, Izzie glanced at her reflection and did a quick check. Rebecca was particularly strict about the uniform, and she had given her enough 'you must look presentable' lectures that it finally stuck with her. Her hair was all set, and she only needed to move the flower scrunchie that held her ponytail slightly to the right, to show off its design. She smoothed out the skirts of her uniform, freshly laundered just the night before, and adjusted the ribbon around the collar so it wasn't skewed.
"Alright, good to go!" she told herself, nodding at her reflection in approval. She slipped on her beige Mary Janes and grabbed a small orange messenger bag that had everything she might need for the day. Humming happily, she went back down to the lobby and stopped just long enough to call out a farewell to Gaku.
"See you in a bit, Mr. Rockstar!"
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Monday, Spring 1 | 7:30 AM | ☼
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The café was usually empty during the mornings. People stopped by to get their morning fill of coffee and some pastries (today, cinnamon-pecan buns seemed to be the popular choice) to go with it, but they were usually in and out before long, off to start another day of work. Izzie tended to be bored out of her mind during this time. She tried to keep busy, cleaning where it seemed dirty, fussing over the café décor to make them look nicer, but it usually only takes all of fifteen minutes. Rebecca was busy prepping for the lunch rush hour, and she was strictly instructed not to bother her. Izzie volunteered to help in the kitchen once, but she was never allowed back in afterward. Let's just say there was some mix-up with salt and sugar, and if Rebecca ever suffers kidney problems, then it would be entirely her fault.
With nothing else to do, Izzie sat at one of the empty round tables facing the café’s entrance and basically stared at the door. She sang to herself as she waited, making up nonsensical lyrics to the catchy melody she heard on the radio just the night before, and wondered whether it would be a slow day today.
Monday, Spring 1 | 7:10 AM | ☁
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As Gaku explained how the whole Eli encounter went, Izzie felt a slight pang of disappointment. Her lips quirked into a slight pout and she inadvertently clicked her tongue. She had hoped there was more to it (a forbidden tryst she's trying to keep secret! an under-the-table job! a mysterious figure from her past had come and she needed Gaku's mad fighting skills to keep her safe but he's too lazy to help!) but she supposed her overactive imagination was getting the better of her once again. Eli was just behaving as usual. It also meant that Izzie was even more determined to get her to open up to them. She will get through to her eventually, of that she was certain; she just needed to find the right way to approach her. Everything she had done so far have all been futile, and she didn't seem any closer to breaking down her walls than when she first started. Perhaps she just wasn't pushing hard enough?
Izzie snapped out of her thoughts when Gaku had brought up her late-payment-streak. Her lips twisted into a sheepish grin. Ever since she started lodging at the inn, she hadn't managed to pay the rent in time. Not once. She smirked at thought of holding the record for late payments, ignoring the fact that such an accomplishment wasn't something anyone should be proud of. It's not like she does it on purpose, though. Sometimes, she just can't help herself, and she ends up buying more cakes than her budget allowed. They're just too good! Thinking back on it now, she was pretty lucky she had such a fast metabolism—it crossed her mind more than once that she would have long been overweight if it weren't for that. And… wait, what was she talking about again?
Oh, right. Rent.
"You might have to wait forever and a day on this one," she joked, winking. "But seriously, I'm still short fifty, so I'll get back to you on that soon."
Gaku then pointed out that she was still in her sleepwear, poking fun at her messy state. Izzie looked down at herself, like she had to check whether he was lying, then without missing a beat, she spun around theatrically, as though she was showing off a brand new outfit (the kind that took three paychecks to purchase).
"Whaaat? I happen to think I look quite decent right now!" she said as she put her hand on her chest, in a feigned offended manner. "If want real public indecency, you should go talk to Brent."
Izzie burst in a fit of giggle as she remembered what she had happened upon just the other day. She didn't think much of Brent's… unusual means of sanitation. It honestly seemed like a pretty fun thing to do, and she just might try it one day. Not everyone seemed as accepting of his habits, though. Izzie could recall the incident clearly. At the time, there was a woman taking a leisurely stroll with her son, following the winding path of the stream to the lake. Izzie was taking her usual route to her grandfather's when a high-pitched scream broke through her eardrums. The source wasn't too difficult to spot. Shrieking louder than she thought possible, the woman had clamped her hands tightly around her son's eyes in a panic. Through some display of miraculous (or possibly just adrenaline-born) strength, the woman picked up her son and practically slung him over her shoulder, then seeing Izzie laughing uncontrollably just a few feet away, the woman pulled her along and carried her away as well. 'Keep your innocence intact!' she kept yelling like a battlecry.
She was just about to recount the hilarious incident to Gaku when her eyes caught sight of the antique wooden clock on the wall behind Gaku. 7:10, twenty minutes until her shift! "Oh, crap! I have to go get ready now. Be back later!" Izzie turned and rushed off to the staircase, expertly dodging other residents that blocked her path as she raced to her room.
It took her ten minutes flat to finish her morning routine. Izzie sat on her bed as she finished brushing her hair, opting to put it in a high ponytail to save some time. She'd usually take more time to style her hair, but she was running late enough as it is. Walking up to the mirror hanging above her desk, Izzie glanced at her reflection and did a quick check. Rebecca was particularly strict about the uniform, and she had given her enough 'you must look presentable' lectures that it finally stuck with her. Her hair was all set, and she only needed to move the flower scrunchie that held her ponytail slightly to the right, to show off its design. She smoothed out the skirts of her uniform, freshly laundered just the night before, and adjusted the ribbon around the collar so it wasn't skewed.
"Alright, good to go!" she told herself, nodding at her reflection in approval. She slipped on her beige Mary Janes and grabbed a small orange messenger bag that had everything she might need for the day. Humming happily, she went back down to the lobby and stopped just long enough to call out a farewell to Gaku.
"See you in a bit, Mr. Rockstar!"
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Monday, Spring 1 | 7:30 AM | ☼
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The café was usually empty during the mornings. People stopped by to get their morning fill of coffee and some pastries (today, cinnamon-pecan buns seemed to be the popular choice) to go with it, but they were usually in and out before long, off to start another day of work. Izzie tended to be bored out of her mind during this time. She tried to keep busy, cleaning where it seemed dirty, fussing over the café décor to make them look nicer, but it usually only takes all of fifteen minutes. Rebecca was busy prepping for the lunch rush hour, and she was strictly instructed not to bother her. Izzie volunteered to help in the kitchen once, but she was never allowed back in afterward. Let's just say there was some mix-up with salt and sugar, and if Rebecca ever suffers kidney problems, then it would be entirely her fault.
With nothing else to do, Izzie sat at one of the empty round tables facing the café’s entrance and basically stared at the door. She sang to herself as she waited, making up nonsensical lyrics to the catchy melody she heard on the radio just the night before, and wondered whether it would be a slow day today.
Same here! I'll be home from school in three hours. :)
@ERode: I'll go with Sully for her grandpa, 'cause that seems like a cool grandfather name. XD Formally, he'd be Sullivan Jacobs and his friend's name is Carl.
Haha, yes! Izzie will definitely be up for some adventure-filled shenanigans. I also like the idea of Brent meeting her grandpa first. Her grandpa would have eagerly welcomed the stranger (in every sense of the word) to his home and would probably enjoy Brent's company a lot. Izzie could have met him during one of frequent visits, and her grandpa would have casually introduced them like, 'this is that interesting young man who lives in the wild and hunts witches. I think you'll get along well.'
I'll update my CS in a bit.
@Van. Ooh, that's an interesting source of conflict. Because of how she is, Izzie will probably have a hard time picking up on any insecurities he'd have, which may just make it worse for him.
I'll update my CS in a bit.
@Van. Ooh, that's an interesting source of conflict. Because of how she is, Izzie will probably have a hard time picking up on any insecurities he'd have, which may just make it worse for him.
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Monday, Spring 1 | 6:05 AM | ☁
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Her grandfather once told her that she was born during a thunderstorm. He saw it on television, he said. They were reporting about the freak thunderstorm that raged down in the metropolis she was born in, thunder and lightning and rain crashing violently around the newscaster as he braved the streets. He went off on a tangent after that part, rambling about how dirty the city streets looked and how lucky he was to be living in a peaceful town, until she prodded him to finish the story. There was a big smile on his face as he picked up where left off, telling her this was the best part. He got a call from her mom, you see, the first one he'd gotten since he learned about her impromptu wedding. The reception was bad because of the constant bouts of thunder, and the call had gone in and out, but there was one thing he could hear clearly.
"As soon as you cried, I saw in the news that the thunder started to lull and the sky started clearing up." At this point, he'd jumped up from his seat in excitement and gestured wildly at the ceiling. "I kept telling your mom, that you chased that darned storm away."
Izzie was pretty sure her grandfather made up about eighty-five percent of the story, but she likes to think it was all true. It sounded pretty awesome, didn't it? And besides, she's had a strange fascination with storms ever since she was little, and having that sort of backstory as an explanation made it cool.
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Ever the heavy sleeper, not even the incessant and violent howling of the wind through the window, carelessly left open two nights in a row now, managed to rouse the sleeping Izzie. Strong gusts bit at her exposed skin and tussled her long blonde locks wildly, but still she remained in deep sleep, the small smile on her face indicative of the happy dream she was having. It was about the grand tale of her birth, as fantasized by her grandfather, nonsensically mixed in with an action movie she had watched the day before. Izzie lay sprawled across her plush bed, limbs contorted in what could probably be a yoga pose, half of her body teetering at the edge of the mattress. If she moved even an inch to her left, she would be joining her blanket, kicked off the bed after only being asleep for two minutes, and find herself in a more intimate relationship with the carpeted floor. It wouldn't be the first time it happened. She can't even count how many times she had woken face down on the floor, back too sore to move and a small bruise forming on her forehead, but suffice it to say, it sucks.
Izzie's room was a sight to behold, looking very much like the aftermath of a tornado. Gaku was lucky he didn't have to clean her room, or he would probably cry from all the work that needs to be done. Strewn along the length of her room was foliage brought by the wind, twigs and leaves and dust decorating nearly every inch of her room. Papers (mostly sheets of music and sheets of hastily scribbled song lyrics) that used to be on her desk danced across her room, and at least one or two must have gone out the window.
It was only when the sky began to rumble that Izzie began to stir. As thunder roared, like a proud lion prowling the gray skies, her blue eyes shot open and a huge grin spread across her face. Excitedly, the blonde jumped off her bed and ran to her window to look out at the sky, with nary a concern at the chaotic state of her room—it's been through much worse. Without so much as a second thought, she quickly slipped on her slippers and bolted right out of the room, still dressed in her sleepwear, a set of matching pink shorts and sleeveless top. Her room was right next to Gaku's, and she passed by Robert Starr on her way out, laughing as she heard him banging his fist on the door to wake Gaku up.
After stepping out of the inn's entrance, Izzie was slightly disappointed to see no rain accompanied the thunder. She paced along the front of the building, head tilted up as she hoped even the slightest hint of a drizzle, and smiled as she caught sight of the streak of white that lit up the sky. This was unusual as far as storms went, but Izzie still reveled at the clap of thunder that followed. It was a shame that the storm vanished just as abruptly as it had appeared.
"Isabelle!"
Izzie turned at the familiar voice of her boss, who she realized was just across from her, standing outside the café as she checked out the weather. She hadn't noticed her there at all, and she had automatically flinched at the use of her full name. Her boss had taken to calling her by her whole name whenever she was about to scold her, so she developed a certain wariness at the sound. Izzie waved and grinned sheepishly at the older woman in an exaggeratedly cutesy manner, hoping to appeal to her friendlier side, but she wasn't having any of nonsense as usual.
"Stop fooling around and get dressed." Rebecca told her curtly, hands on her hips in a manner Izzie was more than accustomed seeing. "You have the morning shift today, don't you?"
"Roger, ma'am," Izzie said, playfully saluting before she did as told and ran back into the inn. She knew better than to get on the cafe owner's nerves so early in the morning.
The lobby was no longer empty upon her return, but she was surprised to see that it was neither Rob nor Marie manning the counter. They must be doing some work on the inn, because they usually don't let Gaku handle the counter so early. Peering up at the boy, she couldn't help but laugh at the obvious grogginess that crossed his features. How very typical of him. She had half a mind to sneak up behind him and give him a friendly (and super helpful, of course) scare to wake him up, but someone else had approached him before she could. Eli, who she liked to think as one of her prime targets (a rather elusive one, at that) in her quest for fun, arrived at the lobby around the same time she had, but she ran off immediately after handing Gaku her dues. Izzie hardly got a word out before the other blonde disappeared out the door, leaving a bit of awkward tension in her wake. Amused and just the slightest bit confused, Izzie approached her friend at the counter, leaning against the desk as she playfully bopped the older boy's nose in greeting.
"Hey there, lazy," Izzie said, grinning widely. "You're up early~"
Then, gesturing behind her with her thumb, pointing to where Eli had just scampered off in a hurry, she narrowed her eyes teasingly and leaned in conspiratorially. "So what did you to Eli?"
Monday, Spring 1 | 6:05 AM | ☁
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Her grandfather once told her that she was born during a thunderstorm. He saw it on television, he said. They were reporting about the freak thunderstorm that raged down in the metropolis she was born in, thunder and lightning and rain crashing violently around the newscaster as he braved the streets. He went off on a tangent after that part, rambling about how dirty the city streets looked and how lucky he was to be living in a peaceful town, until she prodded him to finish the story. There was a big smile on his face as he picked up where left off, telling her this was the best part. He got a call from her mom, you see, the first one he'd gotten since he learned about her impromptu wedding. The reception was bad because of the constant bouts of thunder, and the call had gone in and out, but there was one thing he could hear clearly.
"As soon as you cried, I saw in the news that the thunder started to lull and the sky started clearing up." At this point, he'd jumped up from his seat in excitement and gestured wildly at the ceiling. "I kept telling your mom, that you chased that darned storm away."
Izzie was pretty sure her grandfather made up about eighty-five percent of the story, but she likes to think it was all true. It sounded pretty awesome, didn't it? And besides, she's had a strange fascination with storms ever since she was little, and having that sort of backstory as an explanation made it cool.
Ever the heavy sleeper, not even the incessant and violent howling of the wind through the window, carelessly left open two nights in a row now, managed to rouse the sleeping Izzie. Strong gusts bit at her exposed skin and tussled her long blonde locks wildly, but still she remained in deep sleep, the small smile on her face indicative of the happy dream she was having. It was about the grand tale of her birth, as fantasized by her grandfather, nonsensically mixed in with an action movie she had watched the day before. Izzie lay sprawled across her plush bed, limbs contorted in what could probably be a yoga pose, half of her body teetering at the edge of the mattress. If she moved even an inch to her left, she would be joining her blanket, kicked off the bed after only being asleep for two minutes, and find herself in a more intimate relationship with the carpeted floor. It wouldn't be the first time it happened. She can't even count how many times she had woken face down on the floor, back too sore to move and a small bruise forming on her forehead, but suffice it to say, it sucks.
Izzie's room was a sight to behold, looking very much like the aftermath of a tornado. Gaku was lucky he didn't have to clean her room, or he would probably cry from all the work that needs to be done. Strewn along the length of her room was foliage brought by the wind, twigs and leaves and dust decorating nearly every inch of her room. Papers (mostly sheets of music and sheets of hastily scribbled song lyrics) that used to be on her desk danced across her room, and at least one or two must have gone out the window.
It was only when the sky began to rumble that Izzie began to stir. As thunder roared, like a proud lion prowling the gray skies, her blue eyes shot open and a huge grin spread across her face. Excitedly, the blonde jumped off her bed and ran to her window to look out at the sky, with nary a concern at the chaotic state of her room—it's been through much worse. Without so much as a second thought, she quickly slipped on her slippers and bolted right out of the room, still dressed in her sleepwear, a set of matching pink shorts and sleeveless top. Her room was right next to Gaku's, and she passed by Robert Starr on her way out, laughing as she heard him banging his fist on the door to wake Gaku up.
After stepping out of the inn's entrance, Izzie was slightly disappointed to see no rain accompanied the thunder. She paced along the front of the building, head tilted up as she hoped even the slightest hint of a drizzle, and smiled as she caught sight of the streak of white that lit up the sky. This was unusual as far as storms went, but Izzie still reveled at the clap of thunder that followed. It was a shame that the storm vanished just as abruptly as it had appeared.
"Isabelle!"
Izzie turned at the familiar voice of her boss, who she realized was just across from her, standing outside the café as she checked out the weather. She hadn't noticed her there at all, and she had automatically flinched at the use of her full name. Her boss had taken to calling her by her whole name whenever she was about to scold her, so she developed a certain wariness at the sound. Izzie waved and grinned sheepishly at the older woman in an exaggeratedly cutesy manner, hoping to appeal to her friendlier side, but she wasn't having any of nonsense as usual.
"Stop fooling around and get dressed." Rebecca told her curtly, hands on her hips in a manner Izzie was more than accustomed seeing. "You have the morning shift today, don't you?"
"Roger, ma'am," Izzie said, playfully saluting before she did as told and ran back into the inn. She knew better than to get on the cafe owner's nerves so early in the morning.
The lobby was no longer empty upon her return, but she was surprised to see that it was neither Rob nor Marie manning the counter. They must be doing some work on the inn, because they usually don't let Gaku handle the counter so early. Peering up at the boy, she couldn't help but laugh at the obvious grogginess that crossed his features. How very typical of him. She had half a mind to sneak up behind him and give him a friendly (and super helpful, of course) scare to wake him up, but someone else had approached him before she could. Eli, who she liked to think as one of her prime targets (a rather elusive one, at that) in her quest for fun, arrived at the lobby around the same time she had, but she ran off immediately after handing Gaku her dues. Izzie hardly got a word out before the other blonde disappeared out the door, leaving a bit of awkward tension in her wake. Amused and just the slightest bit confused, Izzie approached her friend at the counter, leaning against the desk as she playfully bopped the older boy's nose in greeting.
"Hey there, lazy," Izzie said, grinning widely. "You're up early~"
Then, gesturing behind her with her thumb, pointing to where Eli had just scampered off in a hurry, she narrowed her eyes teasingly and leaned in conspiratorially. "So what did you to Eli?"
Emmy took everything Sloth said in stride, barely batting an eyelash at the arguably ludicrous assertions she'd made. If anything, she found that it actually all made sense. She's had flights of fancy more unrealistic than that, and besides, Sam's magic show from earlier was the only proof she needed. Any doubts she might have had were eradicated the moment Pride remained unscathed after outright stabbing himself. It was rather fitting that Sloth turned out to be the amazing black creature, as well—anything less than a nigh indestructible, creepy shadow thing would not have done the lady boss justice.
Suddenly restless, Emmy waited in rapt attention for the next superpower reveal, mouth agape and eyes shining in anticipation. She spied some more black ooze coming from Sam's wounds as his healing process started to kick in (how awesome did that sound?), and wondered arbitrarily whether everyone had only one sort of ability. That was usually how it went, wasn't it? Anyway, Emmy was concerned that Sam looked rather dazed. She wondered whether fighting creature!Sloth had some unknown repercussions, or if the eventful day was just taking its toll on Sam. She regarded him curiously as he wordlessly and sluggishly got up, about to ask him what was wrong but he beat her to it. [i]So fucking hungry,[i] she heard him say as he passed by her, making her giggle in relief.
"Grab me some chips, too!" she called after him, although she wasn't sure if he'd even heard her, distracted as he was.
Emmy turned back to the group when Angel suddenly burst out in laughter. He was holding onto a die, which possessed remnants of the black smoke from the explosion, not unlike Sam's wounds or Sloth's other body. Emmy didn't understand what the die had to do with the strange shields around their arm, but they were apparently correlated somehow. Angel's mask seemed to be part of his abilities as well, and Emmy was "oohing" when the magically conjured shields disappeared after he'd taken the mask off.
Like Sam, Angel didn't offer any explanations or theories about his ability, and opted to go to the kitchen instead, leaving Emmy to endlessly wonder. He passed by her on his way, and she could have sworn she heard him mutter some quick words of flattery, like he was wont to do. She smiled at him, but it faltered suddenly as she felt something akin to a massive headache come and go, as fleeting as Angel's touch had been. It seemed like she was reverting to the moody state she'd been in earlier, and she was reminded of the familiar voices that permeated through her thoughts. She already had a Harry in her head, didn't she? Even a Sam and an Ash and—hold up.
In that moment, it finally occurred to her that she was affected by the explosion as well. And that meant she should hypothetically have awesome abilities as well, right? Experimentally, Emmy waved her arms about, opening and closing her palm, fully expecting something to come out of it. Like fire or ice or that black substance that was involved in the others' abilities. She did it a couple of times just to be thorough, but nothing spectacular happened.
Emmy had also entertained the possibility of possessing telepathy or telekinesis, but she'd been trying it on Sam for a while now, and nothing seemed to be happening. She was forcefully willing him to feed her some chips, but he didn't even budge an inch. Out of ideas of what abilities she may possess, she threw her hands in exasperation.
"Aw. Sloth, how come I don't have any powers?" she asked with a slight childish pout, clinging to their leader just for the hell of it. "That's unfair, isn't it? I was right behind Joni when we went in that building and…"
Oh, crap. After everything that happened, it slipped her mind that there were only six out of seven sins currently in the base. She was supposed to get in contact with the missing Wrath, but she had been too easily distracted. Gently tugging on Sloth's arm, all traces of playfulness left her face as her brows knitted in concern.
"Joni's not here!" she said, pointing out the obvious.
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