( fix me please i don't want to be dead )

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[protectmecone]

What? Sounds like a cave. Shit, a cave. Shit, are there any bats? Fuck. No fucking way, I'm out!

OH DEAR

[firstlaugh]

[doesn't know what Bats are exactly - but being one sounds like a jolly good game! She rattles noisily around the outside of his helmet and with great gusto begins to pound it with her tiny little fists c:]

[protectmecone]

FUCK! CRAP! SHIT! A BAT! GET IT OFF!!

[ Starts shooting in EVERY DIRECTION. ]

[firstlaugh]

[FAIRY SCREAMING what is this devilry]

[she digs her little nails into the crevices on the bright yellow helmet and CLINGS FOR DEAR LIFE]

[inthecorners]

[ Poised in a doorway, very still and mostly obscured from sight by shadows and darkness. He rather enjoys it this way, watching the quiet street with an unreadable expression. ]

[forthismonster]

[ She lights a cigarette. ]

How's stalking like a creeper working for you?

[inthecorners]

[ Amraerya glances over to the young woman with apparent disinterest. ]

Quite well.

[forthismonster]

[ Flicks the ashes. ]

What are you doing here?

[alittletrouble]

Adelais? Good heavens, where on in the world might I be- Adelais? Can you hear me? Please, Adelais, answer me!

[ WHERE IS MY HUGE DRAGON WHY CAN I NOT SEE HIM
Morgan skitters down the street at a panicked pace, practically unaware of the darkness and the cold, staring up at towards the rooftops as she goes, awaiting some flicker of movement or indication that Adelais is about ]

[capableof]

[It's both puzzling and interesting to see such a helpless person wander about practically announcing her helplessness. On one hand it can be a clever (if cliché) set up for a trap. On the other it can just be an extremely convenient meal wandering this hybrid's way.

Xesirit is leaning against a wall, her features darkened by shadows, the glimmer of her golden accessories pointing out her presence. She doesn't sound hostile but she does not show any friendliness either, simply stating a fact:]

You shouldn't go around yelling like that.

[alittletrouble]

[ AAAAAAAAAHHHH WHO WAS THAT

At the sound of the voice, Morgan starts, whipping around sharply, her skirts ruffling and rustling with her sudden movements. She frowns, stopping and standing very still where she is, wary. ]

Forgive me, I did not mean to disturb you. [ pause ] An alarmed reaction, I'm afraid - I appear to have ... lost someone.

[capableof]

Ah. Bad luck. [She leans away from the wall, hands tucked in pockets. Very little of her features are visible. There's a moment of silence that she spends slowly looking up and around, as if contemplating.] I wouldn't want to get lost here.

[Which is exactly why she is standing there.]

[gaeilgetenor]

Aw Jesus Christ, when the hell did it get so cold? I thought the weather was taking a turn for the better! [ ;^; ]

[matriotism]

[ Hey, look! Food! I hope mom won't mind! ]

Hello.

[gaeilgetenor]

[ I MIND!!! ]

... oh! Hi there! [ OTHER LIFE how delightful ]

[matriotism]

[ You're not mom tho. ]

You look lost. [ It's said with a bit of... enthusiasm. Like, you look lost in a dark alley and I'm going to eat you enthusiastic. ]

[ourobsorption]

[He is neither scared nor unimpressed, simply looking ahead with a little exhale, dropping his shoulders.]

Hmm.