May

From Down Below to Up Above [Luna||May]

Alphonse
127 years old, appears roughly 18

Appearance
Demonic form
Lenghty, lizard like shape covered in dark blotches of markings.

Human form
Tall, a little gangly, slightly shaggy ginger hair, light green eyes in a freckle splattered face.

Personality
Studious, somewhat timid with those he doesn't know but open amongst friends. He's slow to speak, often mistaken as being slow of wit because he doesn't speak much at all. But when he does, it's very well thought out and reasoned. Does what he told, but often not in the expected way.

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

She stuck her tongue out at his reprimanding of her not eating. He was always on her about not eating. But how could she stop to eat when there was so much important stuff to be doing? There was so much to go through, so much to look at. And she was supposed to just walk away from all of that for something as trivial as food?

“Ahhh,” she started, sipping at her drink so she could stall for a moment before answering. “They went alright. I’m sure I could have done better, but I passed. I know that for certain. I was a little distracted with all that is going on…” She went on rambling about certain test and certain teaches for a few moments, complaining that about some silliness or the other.

“...Especially when I have this,” she gestured around her at her father’s things, “to be dealing with.”

She sighed at his question, finally opening the sandwich up and taking a few bites while she shrugged her shoulders some. “I’ve found some things, but nothing definitive,” she mumbled around a mouth full of food before swallowing. “It would take more in depth comparison than I’ve done so far. I was thinking of taking back the things that stuck out most to my rooms where we could look at it there.”

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“I said we’re here,” Rebeca repeated, smiling at her over her box. “Just through here. Frederick seems to have stepped out, but you could at least put the box down for now.” She stepped back into the crowded engine room, giving Estella the room to come in and deposit the box down on the cluttered work bench that ran along a portion of the wall.

The sound of heavy footsteps came up behind the girls and then the form of the mechanic appeared in the doorway. “Rebeca, luv,” he said, smiling at her first before looking to Estella in the room as well. “And my parts. Good lad...beg my pardon, lass.”

He came into the room, taking the box of parts and began to rummage through it. He started to mumble to himself and Rebeca was certain he didn't know that he was doing it.

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Beatrix was deep into work, peering through her glasses and matching up records with boxes and pulling out things that caught her eye as she went. She already had a nice pile of things set up on a desk. There was just so much paperwork. So much research. A man's entire life was stored away in boxes in front of her. How was she to go through all of this and find just what it was that that she needed? And how was she to go through it without crying thinking of her father?

She jumped a little at his knock, spinning on her heel with her hand over her suddenly fast beating heart. But Roger’s voice came through to her and calmed her down. Her heart was still thudding against her ribs, but she knew she had nothing to fear with him there. She placed the papers she was holding down, pushing her glasses up into her hair which was now in a state of disarray as she came over to open the door for him.

“Ah refreshments,” she smiled, reaching to take the drinks from him at least so he didn't have to balance them quite so awkwardly anymore. She stepped back and gestured him in. Once he was in she closed and locked the door again, taking the drinks over to put on the desk next to the pile of papers.

“Don't mind the mess,” she said, perching herself on the edge of the desk, letting out a deep sigh. “There is just ever so much to go through.”

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Rebeca hadn't been watching too terribly long, but she saw enough. The girl caressed the ship like her father did when he thought no one was looking. It was sweet she thought, and she smiled at her when she noticed her there.

She pushed off the door frame as Estella approached, brushing down the front of her simple cotton skirt as she did so. She didn't mind at all how the other girl was dressed, it didn't make any difference to her. She smiled at her more when she spoke, chuckling at the butchering of her family name. She could tell by her accent that English was not her first language, even though she spoke it wonderfully.

“It's Axford,” she corrected gently. “And he's a little engaged at the moment but I can help you take it down to our mechanic.” The girl held her hands out as an offer to take the box from her since she'd lugged it all the way here. “The p ways can be a little tight in spots if you don't know then well.”

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

The week had been busy. As much as Roger would have preferred, Bea was mightily distracted from her revisions. She tried hard, even decided to not go and gather up her father’s paperwork until after she'd sat her last exam. But that hadn't stopped her mind from wandering to all the possibilities of just what had happened to her father, of what it was that had been deemed so important that he had to be murdered for it.

She knew she'd not done as well on her exams as she possibly could have, but she also wasn't too worried about failing them either. She might have scored half a dozen points lower than she could have, but she'd still get high marks and in the end it wouldn't matter much one way or the other. She'd have no problem getting her degree in the end.

But finally, her last exam was over and she waited no time getting to work on this mystery of her father’s. Thankfully it had been a morning one a d she'd skipped right over lunch and instead gone right to work. Despite the issues that had occurred between her father and the University in the years before his death, they had been kind enough to allow Beatrix to store the bulk of the papers in a secure place on campus mostly used for professors who were either out in the field doing research or on sabbatical. They'd seen the error of their ways before his passing of course, but by then, her father had wanted nothing to do with them. Bea had thought nothing of the schools offer to keep his things, there had been nothing of her to be suspicious of at the time, and there had been nothing that had set her off about it either. She had known the men who came to her door a few months after his funeral her whole life, she knew deep down that they were just doing her a kindness, even if it was a selfish one in the hopes that after she'd had time to go through it, that she'd donate over whatever of his research she wanted to to the school itself. Not because they wanted him dead, she was sure, but just because they understood the value of the knowledge in general that her father had gathered over his years. And besides, aside from the custodian, she had the only key to the room in which everything was kept.

She'd sent word the night before to Roger to meet her there at noontime, and to bring light snacks if he so desired. He tended to grumble about not eating when she got distracted more than she noticed that it had maybe been several hours since she had last eaten. So she went on ahead of him, turning on the lights and getting started going through the list of what was where so she knew which boxes they'd need to go through back in her rooms. She was pleased to find that the room was untouched when she entered. Not even the custodian had been in since she'd locked the door roughly seven months ago. Who ever was after this, had either not been able to get in here, or hadn't yet figured out to look here. Either way, she needed to be careful, so she locked the door behind her, placed her glasses on her nose and began her work as she waited for her companion to join her.

《》 《》

Things had been sailing smoothly aboard the Valkyrie. They'd had a short two day trip to the continent, a delivery of persons more than goods and on their return, work had started again on the engines.

Of course parts were needed, and Will left it up to their new mechanic to handle it. It was his job after all and if he couldn't handle that, then he was rather useless. And he'd been pretty good so far.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

☆ Helena ☆

It had been a long few weeks. It had been nice of course, to have someone other than just her boyfriend to talk to on the trip, but that hadn't made the physicalness of the travel any better. It wasn't that terrible, but she certainly would have enjoyed staying back at school a bit more than the weeks in the wagons on rough trails. They'd not come this way on their way from Port Slaughter to the school, but it did start to feel a little bit more like home now, she supposed.

She'd enjoyed her time getting to know Annabeth, of course. They had lots of time to sit and chat. And they had plenty of time to sit and not chat too. Not that their not chatting was anything less than innocent, and that was perfectly alright with her.And when they'd not been chatting, she'd taken the time they had to read or doodle when things were smooth enough. Which was much easier to once they'd made it further into the country and thus no longer had the need for the cover constantly. Of course her doodles tended to take on the darkness around them and the little monsters and trees she drew grew more and more twisted as they went along.

Finally they made it to their destination, or at least to the last place the drivers were willing to go. She clambered out with the rest of the students, gathered her things up and after double checking that she had everything, headed off with the rest of the group to do her part, green eyes looking around them cautiously.

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Beatrix frowned slightly, nibbling at her sandwich to avoid having to answer right away. It was nice sometimes, when there were boys, and they were boys because any real gentleman would take no for answer, we're too persistent at their attempts at wooing her, that Ms. Mortimer was so hard pressed against the other sex. But not when it was one of her colleagues, with whom nothing was going to happen. And even worse when it was Roger, with whom she trusted her life, and even if there was interest, they knew the rules.

“You are right,” she huffed, rolling her eyes and looking away from him and out the window herself. She really should study, she knew. Her exams were important. But she was studying purely because it was what was expected of her, not because she really felt like she needed to do so.

Blowing a very unladylike raspberry at him she looked back and gave him a crooked little smile. “Besides, it's waited this long, a few more days won't hurt it any.” She took a drink of her tea, pursing her lips some. “You have to get back to work now?”

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Will leaned against the railing, looking over the papers in his hands for a moment before pulling glasses out of his pocket to help him read the smaller print. He hated to admit he needed then most of the time, but it made things easier when he just gave in and wore them.

He pursed his lips slightly, looking over the man before him. He was fairly certain he was here specifically because of Rebeca, but he did have good references. And they did need someone. “Well I suppose that we can give you a whirl if you're so inclined,” he shrugged, handing back his papers and tucking glasses back into his pocket. “I'll show you around now, yeah.”

He turned then and took the other man along through the halls and tighter corridors of the Valkyrie. He might be experienced, but Will always felt better when he'd shown the new folks around. The last stop was the engine room where Will let him look everything over while he explained any of the problems that they had had over the last few weeks.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

☆ Helena ☆

After a little while more of socializing with the other girls, she found herself alone again. And she was alright with that. Her head was feeling better, but she was still tired and it would be a much wiser idea for her to get some sleep in before they left on the mission that evening. Because while she in theory had no problem with traveling at night, she’d not slept well the night before and so she figured that an afternoon nap was the best idea for her.

She slept clothed again and woke up just at the end of supper which she scarfed down quickly before going back to her room to double check that she had packed all her things that she needed and that she’d gotten all of the things that were required of her. When she was certain of that she headed down to meet up with the rest of the students and such that were off to the nox.

She gathered at the wagons that would be leaving for her homeland, sitting on the cold ground a little off from the rest of the group and brushing her hair again before rebraiding it loosely while keeping an eye out for Annabeth or anyone else she might know going.

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Beatrix hummed in thought some, lips pursed a bit for just a moment. “I do have his old papers, but they're packed up for the time being.” She had kept everything she'd thought of either educational value or of personal value for her. She had to cling to every little thing she could of her father because Roger was all that she had left of a living reminder of him now. And besides, her father had been a very bright man. Even if she couldn't use his work, someone could eventually. He had done important work regardless of what his peers had thought.

But he certainly had a point, that it could be from one of the few friends that her father had retained after his public withdrawal. Maybe someone he'd not openly associated with for a very long time that he still trusted greatly. And maybe that was why it had been distant but familiar to her. She would have to look through her father's papers then, all of them. No doubt about that.

“You are working late tonight aren't you?” she asked, looking up at him. “Because I really should be doing revisions for my exams but I am anxious to figure this out as well. It would go faster if you could help.” But it would be just her luck that he'd be working late like he often did. “Not of course that Ms. Mortimer will be happy with me being out with you too late. But this is more important than her sensibilities.” And if she was going to be a pain about it, Bea might just tell her where she could shove that complaint.

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Aboard the Valkyrie

Things had looked good enough that Will has determined that they could travel on their own, look for a new mechanic in the next port stop. He was feeling restless, he needed to go. And since he had no immediate work, he figured they could take to the sky and go seek work elsewhere. He'd been entrusted to do basically whatever he wanted with the Valkyrie. As long as he was making money for everyone, and not ruining anyone's good name, it didn't matter much how he did it or what he did.

So they sailed on, using the air currents to make their trip easy and eventually they made their way to the British Isles. They took port again and Will set Rebeca out to get the word out about their open position. He found that it was easier for her to catch people's interest. Between getting men's attention and making any women feel at better ease with her, she just had a way to make people like her within moments of meeting her. She stood a much better chance of finding someone. And then it was just to wait.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Helena and Annabeth

Helena smiled at Annabeth, nodding some. “If you insist,” she chuckled, waving her goodbyes to the others. “Guess I'll see the rest of you around then.” And with that she waited for Annabeth to catch up to her side and headed for the door, pulling her cloak close around her again.

“Really, thank you for the head fix,” she said to the other girl, gesturing at her head for effect. “It's nice not feeling dizzy again.”

”No problem Helena. I do it all the time down at Underhaven, and if it makes the customers happy, it makes me happy.” Of course happy customers not suffering from a hangover celebrate by buying more drinks, which meant more business and tips for Annabeth. Annabeth chose not to mention this to Helena. ”So, where are you going first?”

Helena smiled some. “Well it certainly makes me happy,” she chuckled. “And I'm sure happy customers tip more too. Strange still to me that you work outside of school like that. Though it really doesn't sound like a bad gig.”

She pursed her lips some, thinking for a second. “Ah, my room I guess. Gotta get the last of my things in my bag.”

”Ah well… I guess it’s more like a hobby. Grew up in a tavern and did stuff like that most of my young life. I guess even away from home I can’t help but go back to my roots, you know?” Indeed, Annabeth had no real need for money. Most of the supplies she needed was given to her by the college, and aside from occasionally indulging in drinks and food, Annabeth doesn’t have many expensive things. The tavern floor just felt like home for Annabeth.

Annabeth didn’t really say much else as they headed towards Helena’s room. They weren’t too far anyways, so the silence didn’t last. Once inside Annabeth glanced around and asked Helena something. ”So where did you come from Helena? You don’t strike me as an Eanian.”

She stripped of her cloak when back in her room, tossing it on the mess of sheets and blankets that was her bed. She should make that before she went. Had to remember that. “Take a seat,” she said gesturing to the bed, or the little stool near it as she grabbed her bag from the floor and started to fold up the last little bit she needed.

“I'm not. I'm from Djarkel. Port Slaughter,” she said over her shoulder at her. “It's about as fun of a place as it sounds.”

”Ah.” Annabeth took a seat on the bed. Her armor clinked together as she sat down. Now that she wasn’t outside where it was cold, wearing her armor inside where it was a bit warmer made Annabeth want to take it off. However that might have brought wrong signals, and considering Annabeth’s track record, she’d like to minimize the amount of dolls she plays with. ”I’ve only heard rumors. Pirate City, Thieves Guild rules it, has more murderers than innocents there… Uh, not that I believe any of it. Eanians aren’t exactly known for saying anything good about Djarkel.” Of course, most Eanians don’t know about Port Slaughter. What Annabeth heard mostly came from vampires in Underhaven, who do a lot of business in Port Slaughter.

“That's not too far off,” she chuckled. “I mean, there has to be some innocents for murderers to murder. But even nice people like me aren't totally innocent. And I don't just mean in the lustful way.” She winked at her playfully before laughing and straightening up again. “You're from nearby though? I'll be honest, my geography isn't very good.””

”Eh heh heh….” Annabeth laughed awkwardly at Helena’s comment. She pretended to ignore Helena’s comment about being lustful. Luckily Helena changed the topic to Annabeth, which she was more comfortable talking about. ”Something like that. Before I came here I lived at Eania’s capital, Shimmerstone. I don’t know the exact measurements, but I actually think Shimmerstone and Djarkel are just about equal distance from the college.” Annabeth was just guessing of course, she doesn’t even know where Port Slaughter is aside that it’s on the coast.

”Ah, that does remind me though. What mission were you going on again? Heading to Yarosmere, correct?”

Helena shook her head some, noticing again how terrible her hair still looked. She grabbed her hairbrush and sat down on the bed near Annabeth to work out the few knots in it. “Ah no,” she said with a thoughtful look. “Actually going back to Djarkel. Going on the Nox one. Guard duty.”

”Oh, you mean the one… That I’m… Going on…” Annabeth was initially perky at the thought that Helena would come with her. But Annabeth was no fool. She’s been picking up her hints, and it made Annabeth feel uncomfortable, to be honest. Not because Helena isn’t a comely lass, polite and interesting, nor is it because she’s a Djarkel from Port Slaughter. No, the trouble was Annabeth. She didn’t want to admit it. She never really thought about it. But Annabeth has already slept with four different girls. She wasn’t sure if she was charming or had a problem. Annabeth never imagined that she’d be so… Loose.

”Ahem… Well, we could certainly use your help Helena. I’m not even sure what we’re heading into, so having a close friend- I mean a friend close! It’d be helpful! Yes, very good.”

Helena raised an eyebrow up slightly, confused why she seemed suddenly awkward. “Am I making you feel uncomfortable?” she asked softly, putting her hair brush down in her lap for a second. “I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable at all.” And while she normally didn't mind making people feel awkward, she didn't want to make a friend uncomfortable if it wasn't funny for the both of them.

”What? Oh, no no no! Helena it’s not that it’s… It’s me…” Annabeth sighed and stood up. She wasn’t quite sure how to explain her feelings right now. Frankly it was just stupid. But it was a burning sensation that Annabeth knows how to cure, but she knows the cure to it is… Embarrassing. ”I mean, I barely know you Helena, and I do want to know more about you. Your home, your life, what you like, what you hate. Befriend you, basically. It’s just that… Welll…” Hiding her blushing face behind her hands Annabeth spoke quietly.

”You seem so… Mysterious. And beautiful. And strong… And well, I can’t help but feel attracted to you, a-and there’s nothing wrong with you! Like I said, I just think I might have a problem.” Annabeth almost felt like bolting. She wanted to tell Helena everything, really, but Helena was still a stranger to Annabeth. And what kind of person was Annabeth that she’d tell a total stranger all her problems and her feelings? Sure she wants to befriend her, but Annabeth has barely known her for an hour! Surely this isn’t normal.

Helena chuckled softly and shook her head some. “So I am making you feel uncomfortable,” she said, watching the other girl curiously. “I dunno if I'd say I'm mysterious. But I'll take beautiful and strong.” She pulled her legs up under her some, tilting her head a little bit. “I'm not trying to rush anything here. And I'm certainly surprised that you're attracted to me. I was just being me, being friendly.”

She went back to brushing her hair, letting Annabeth regain her composure. “I've kinda got three moods. Sassy, flirty, and angry. There's some overlap. But that's basically all. If you don't wanna peruse anything now, or ever, that's perfectly fine. Just know my flirting is in good fun. I wasn't directly trying for anything.”

”I-I know, it’s just that, well, um…” Annabeth sat back down on the bed, putting some space between her and Helena. It was a good thing that Helena couldn’t read minds because even if Annabeth had good wards, her thoughts were easy enough to see. Her legs squirmed and Annabeth held her hands close to her body as if she was trying to hide something (though her armor made it pretty easy to hide everything). ”I do, kinda… Want to… Do you… If you want…” Annabeth covered her face again. She couldn’t believe that this girl, who is usually in control of her emotions and on top of things, was acting like some shy maiden. Normally she’s more aggressive too. Annabeth figured it was just because she was starting to realize that, maybe, just maybe, she’s kinda a whore.

It was very easy to see how nervous she'd gotten, but Helena was polite enough to hold her tongue and let her say what she wanted and not just what her fidgeting was trying to say. But she still rather surprised to hear her say it so frankly. “I do,” she nodded, smiling at her with a smile caught between kind and sly. “But not right now. I'd like to get to know you too. And we've got plenty of time for that while we travel. Besides, my boyfriend always tells me that waiting is what makes things worthwhile.”

”Oh my god. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean- I should have know, I mean… Oh gods I can’t believe I was actually thinking about going through with that…”

Annabeth stood up and looked more distraught than embarrassed. It was one thing that Annabeth kept having these lewd intentions with every cute girl she meets, but Helena had a boyfriend already! This would as bad as if Annabeth tried to seduce Mar from Athalus. Now her feelings were even more complicated, since not only did Helena accept Annabeth’s proposal, but that was despite the fact she had a boyfriend! Annabeth just wasn’t sure how to think about it.

Annabeth had to calm herself down. Fortunately she had magic for that. A quick charm and Annabeth was able to start breathing steadily again. She needed to think about this logically. There was nothing wrong with Annabeth liking Helena. Morally, Annabeth shouldn’t make Helena cheat on her boyfriend for Annabeth. She has heard her tales of cuckolding back at the tavern at home, and Annabeth would rather not be the subject of one such tales. But at the same time, Annabeth would feel better if she actually get to know Helena as a person before they got intimate. At the very least, it would ease Annabeth’s conscience to sleep with a friend for benefits than to just hit-and-run for the sake of slating Annabeth’s desires.

”Yes… Yes you’re right. I’m rushing into this too fast. I just need to think, take it slow… Let things happen naturally.” Breathing more steadily, Annabeth was starting to feel less skittery now. She was even able to look at Helena without being embarrassed. ”Thank you Helena, for understanding. I… Want to know you more. So! Are you done packing?” Wanting to change the subject to something slightly more serious, Annabeth didn’t notice any weapons with Helena. Perhaps she used daggers? Or fisticuffs?

”Do you have a weapon? Since we’re suppose to protect the other students, we need to be well armed.”

“Annabeth,” she sighed, watching her reaction. That was sorta what she'd expected, but it was still amusing to some degree. “Denny and I have an understanding. He knows. He has the same freedom to see other people as I have. Don't let that bother you.” If it didn't bother Helena, and it didn't bother her boyfriend, then it wasn't going to be Annabeth doing anything wrong.

“I have a nice selection of knives and daggers,” she said when asked about weapons. She patted at the blade that was visible on her belt, one of the few she openly carried. And actually the only one on her person at the moment. A few were in her bag, but most she planned on putting in their proper places in boots and such when she changed her clothes for traveling. “And while I'm done packing, I do still need to change. I kinda slept in these clothes.”

”Oh. Well, daggers are useful. Cunning and quick. More of a sword person myself, but to each their own.” Annabeth patted her belt before realizing that she didn’t bring her sword with her. She did have her dagger, though it wasn’t fancy as Helena’s own blade. Just a simple, practical single-edge knife capable of cutting or stabbing. When Helena mentioned needing to change Annabeth’s face grew red again. Helena and her boyfriend might be alright with it, which did ease Annabeth’s own conscious about it, but she definitely knew that if Helena stripped in front of Annabeth… It would be temptation that Annabeth would fail. ”Oh, of course. Ah… I can step out if you’d like. I think my room is nearby too, I should go pack. I think we might be close enough that you’ll still be under my spell even if I leave.”

Helena shrugged and tossed her hair brush into her bag now that she had gotten her hair back under control again. “That's your choice, I take no offense if you want to leave.” She kicked off her boots and stood up while Annabeth decided. That shouldn't be too much temptation for her. “I shouldn't be too much longer anyways. We can always meet back up in the hall.”

Annabeth nodded her head and decided to step outside. Once she closed the door behind her back she sat down and let out a breath. Her chest felt so hot. She wasn’t sure if it was because of her armor or because of her feelings for Helena. And despite her spell and Helena’s own words, Annabeth couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. Even if Helena was alright with it, Annabeth wondered how others might think. What if rumors start to spread? Worse, what if Colette and Keri figure this out? Would they be angry at her? Surely not, but still… Annabeth just wasn’t sure what to make of this situation. She needed to get her mind off of it. So Annabeth headed back to her room. Unfortunately, Annabeth’s room was too far for her to maintain her spell with Helena. Once Annabeth returned to her room, the hangover came back to Helena.

Helena stripped of the rest of her clothes and redress fairly quickly. But by the time she was done, she was feeling the effects of her hangover again. Which meant that Annabeth had headed back to her room which was a little too far away. But since she'd eaten now, it wasn't as bad as it had been just twenty minutes before. Once she had all her weapons in place, she pulled her cloak back around her shoulders, double checked her bag and person, and headed out of her room with her bag hanging from one shoulder for the time being and went out to find Annabeth again.

Back at Annabeth’s room, she had already packed most of her things. Annabeth felt a fool for forgetting that she had already done so earlier that day. But now that she was here, she figured she could at least strip out of this armor and into something more comfortable. She traded her coat of plates for a coat of fur, made from bear hide. It was just as warm, but far less heavy. She also turned in her armored gauntlets and boots for a more conventional pair of leather, fur-lined variants. Once she was redressed Annabeth neatly laid everything in her room down ready to be picked up once it was time to head out for the missions. Then she left to meet up with Helena, who was already doing the same. Wasn’t long before the two found each other.

”Ah. Done already? We should go to the mission board and see what our jobs would be.”

Helena smiled at Annabeth when she saw her again, waving a little bit. “Just needed to change my clothes is all,” she chuckled, gesturing Annabeth to lead on. “Prolly should rebraid my hair too, but at least with it down it helps keep my ears warm.”

”Yeah, bulky armor is warm, but maybe not good for casual clothes.” Annabeth looked down at her considerably more comfortable fur coat. Now that Helena was here the two girls moved onwards towards the courtyard where the mission board was. With any luck there were still quest sheets up; some students have been ripping them off the wall and thus depriving other students a chance to learn about it. At least knows what she’s looking for, she just needs more details on it. As Annabeth and Helena walked, they ran into another couple.

”Oh. Hello Keri, hello Collete.”

Helena waved at the pair of girls, smiling at them both. “Morning all,” she murmured, stopping her forward motion to at least have a short chat with the other girls.

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Bea sighed heavily, still not having started to eat anything, or even had taken a sip of her tea. There was just so much going on in her head that she couldn't do much of anything much. Her father's words spun through her head, the picture of her mother and sister swam before her eyes, and she was trying so hard to just figure it all out at once. She just watched him read over the letter.

She looked to her bag that was on the floor next to her feet, thinking of all the research and notes she had in there. It felt like she had read over so much this morning and she hadn't gotten anywhere at all. There were so many variables that she had no control over that she couldn't pin anything solid down. And it felt terrible. All of this felt terrible. Bring up all this pain. All these memories. And introducing the idea that her father might not have passed as peacefully as they assumed.

Her father had not been one for baseless paranoia. And he had felt like there was someone after him. Someone dangerous enough that he had delayed this letter a year to make sure that she was safe from them. But she feared that she wasn't maybe as safe as he had hoped she be. If they were willing to kill him over this, then they would likely be keeping some sort of eye on her even passingly. She was not outside their scope of vision. She just wasn't a target anymore.

She looked down at Roger’s hand on hers, a small smile on her face despite the storm within it was nice having him in her life. Having someone who had known and loved her father as well. Someone still from her past who could understand at least part of what she was going through. He was probably her closest friend and she was glad to have him there.

“I doubt he knows anything,” she said with a sigh, finally picking up her tea after he removed his hand. “He was just a simple delivery boy. The handwriting on the address was not my father's though. But it felt somehow familiar. Like I'd read things in it before at sometime in my childhood.” She sipped at her drink and put it down on the saucer again. “We could perhaps ask at the delivery offices to see if they had more information.” And she said we because she had just assumed that he would be doing this with her.