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With previous memories flooding back, blurred faces and names dancing on the tip of his tongue, it was hard to feel at ease. With so many gaps filled in, more questions tumbled trough his mind. And yet, the features have reformed upon one's identity. Short, strict and clean.
Welcome back, old friend.
Assuring himself that going into that big school was worth it for storytelling purposes, Deekin reluctantly went forward with Finn. A dramatic shiver shot up his spine as the door soon came within reach, and with an exaggerated "Ooooh," Deekin asked, ”Y-you feels that? Deekin just got big chill… but he not understand why. Is supposed to be hot, not cold…” Tightening his already iron-grip on the other’s hand, the kobold said, “Um… Deekin hope he not sound crazy, but… he gots funny feeling in head? Almost like… he been here before? Sort of? Deekin not sure he know how to describe it, which be strange, since he can describe lots of other things…”
The closer they drew to the school, the more Finn felt dread rising in his stomach. Staring towards the door as Deekin gripped it's handle, he couldn't help but feel like this was something he'd always wanted. That made no sense, however, as wanting to touch a door was a preposterous thought. Maybe his desire spawned from wanting to go through it? He couldn't tell...
Eyes shifting to his smaller friend, he tried his best to wipe the insecurity from his face. "Yeah, man. I got that same chill, like there some some dumb cold spot. Maybe it was a ghost." Which by Finn's standards was completely normal and harmless.
"I think we have been here before, bro. It's like, I feel like I know what's on the there side of this door. This is gonna sound totes weird, dude, but I kinna feel like there's peeps inside waitin' for me."
Deekin doesn’t actually thank Finn, though the relief is blatant on his scaley face. Glancing up at his hand-holding savior’s face, the kobold squeezes his hand for self-assurance. “Um… Deekin wants to say ‘no’, but he brave hero, and heroes not say ‘no’, so he is goings to say ‘yeah’.” Shuffling his feet, he adds, ”Oh, oh…and by the ways, Deekin not actually dog, he kobold… dog be big fluffy things that not got scales, just in case you nots sees them before…”
The change in expression was enough to let Finn know the hand-holding was helpful. With the added benefit of pressure squeezing against his fingers, the strength to carry his feet forward began. Big creepy bad-vibe school here they come. "Nah, man. I lived with dogs all my life. But I call peeps dog sometimes and it means the same thing as bro. And the way I see it, you're one tough, heroic dog-bro kobold."
"Umm… Deekin not gots good feeling about big, creepy school… maybe ‘cause is big, creepy school… but he gots little tingly feeling in stomach that telling him there be lots of epic story material inside. Or maybe that just Deekin’s breakfast, he not know.” The kobold pauses. “He hopes this not dumb question, but… maybe… someone could hold little Deek’s hand before we goes in? He not scared or anythings, he just… he, um… actually, Deekin not got good excuse. Hold hands, please?”
"Yeah, dude. I'll hold your hand." What were friends for, right? He may not feel the best about going in, but he's a hero. And heroes face the unknown, the worrisome and the terror with a smile. Reaching down, he plucked that scaly hand into his own. "You ready, dog?"
Not only did this punk ruined their room, he had the nerve to call her lady. Lady? Sure she was one but that came off as so rude. Even more so when it was tied with blaming her for something going missing.
Acting nice would be hard but this was the person she will be living with for least a while now. He can’t know she was a bitch. Though for now anyone would be annoyed unless there were some master of zen or some shit.
"No. Why would I want a sword anyway?" She wanted to be a princess, not a knight. "And are you going to clean this up? It’s a mess."
He wasn't trying to be rude in asking. In fact, he hadn't even made his tone that stand-offish. It was just a polite question, worded in the best way possible. Or at least, to his knowledge.
Though, even if he was aware of her 'bitchiness', he still wouldn't mind. He was very adaptable, and even mean people could be tampered with. So long as she wasn't cruel to other people, she was A-OK in his book.
"I'unno! Lots of peeps like swords!" Where he came from they did. Why should he think anywhere else would be any different? "Yeah! My fort might be messy but I won't just leave your bizz all over the place like this. So... You haven't seen a sword, neither, huh?"
Finn & Hinata
With two people dead and more likely on the way, time and patience was running out. He'd been useless as a defense to the innocent so far, and being weaponless made him all the more prone to failure. Still, in a last ditch effort to redeem his blade, he'd turned to seeking out strangers for help.
From person to person in the halls he went, arms held torso-high, spread as if in measurement. With so many no's in response, this fellow would be his last to inquire to. It was pointless to keep trying when something so eye catching hadn't yet been spotted. That said, maybe this last shot would be the lucky one.
Stepping up, he made his final attempt.
"Have you seen a sword about yay big around anywhere?"
Finn & Jean
Rolling waves crashed along grains of shell and grit, giving a somber ambiance to his stroll down the beach. As lonely as waves sounded, they offered no consoling. He knew if he were to wade into it's depths, he'd surely be swept out- Meeting whatever waited beyond the scope of his vision. That was, if he were to even make it past the sharks. But no, the shore was far safer, even if the water looked innocent from a distance.
Keeping his shoes as dry as can be, his path led him down the bank- eyes down, expression contemplative, mind busy. Busy, until a pair of legs caught his eye, turned his attention and distracted him from troublesome thoughts.
"H-oh!"
"Didn't see ya' there." A small, nervous laugh at being interrupted mid-thought by a mere presence. "What're you doin' out here?"
Finn & Grimsley
Exiting his dorm and making his way down, he found himself facing the lobby. Where he was headed, he wasn't sure, but he was never one for staying cooped up inside unless feeling especially moody. For now, however, his spirits remained fairly high, despite the death toll ringing it's bell twice in forty-eight hours.
One foot in front of the other, he began his trek along the small expanse of space between him and the outside world. Halfway there, with purpose demanding more of his attention than those around him, he bumped shoulders with a passing face and spun a 180 on the spot to cushion the impact. With every cause, there's an effect, however, and in this instance it just so happened to be his backpack. A tear gone unnoticed had split wider in the swirl, causing a variety of possessions to come spilling from the bottom of it. A collage of items ranging from candy to red erasers littered the floor, ending with a phone on top that swirled a cord up to the base of his pack and disappeared into the shredded hole.
"Cram!" Looking at the mess, his gaze flickered to his faux assailants face. "Sorry about that, bro. You cool?"
Finn & Komaeda
With the optimism of the fountain of youth, he'd taken to not letting previous deaths get him down. Then the enemy just won, right? That's what he wanted, after all: despair. If he couldn't be there to protect those that had fallen, he could at least honor their memory by keeping his spirits up.
Of course, another way to go about it was to make sure others were okay. Not everyone had his familiarity with loss, and sometimes all anyone needed was a distraction. Spotting someone sitting alone, though having no clue whether they were upset or not, he took a seat beside them and offered a smile.
"Hey. Want some candy?"
Has, quite literally, started tearing up the dorm in search of something. He's not only tossed the contents of his backpack all over his own bed, but he's also flipped the mattresses of his roommate's beds and rustled, quite rudely, through their belongings as well.
Turning at a sound behind him, his eyes fell on a slightly familiar face. Though, only because he'd seen her in passing in moments of space-sharing. It was about time he talked to her, right?
"Did you take my sword, lady?"
Just sort of... Slinks back against his pillow. He feels like he's heard that incessant upupu before and he's not all that astounded by the idea of mutual killing.
We all know how crazy some of you went.
And then that part... Like it's all happened before, furthering his assumption that he's been forgetting a lot of things. On purpose? Did he lock memories away in his vault in order to move on? What horrifying things had he blocked out? Or, was it even him that blocked them? Was that possible?
So many questions and no one to talk to... Just a quiet room and the shadows as company.
Friday...
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"YEAH… yeah, alright. It’s kinda sketchy that they’d set us up like this. To be honest, I’m kinda nervous about it…"
"Dude, don't be nervous. Ladies are just ladies." Only reason he was worried was because they might hate him for being there, like he'd done it on purpose. "But if it's that bad, maybe you can ask for a room change?"
"you know it, hombre. i, myself forget to turn my swag off sometimes and wake up covered in cats and female dogs, i’m not even making any euphemisms for the amount of hos i pull right now. animals dig me. possibly because i grew up in a cave with wolves. been around animals my whole life. wildman strider is what the tourists called me. on the other hand, that weird kid who shits in my backyard all of the time is what my neighbor called me."
"Heh.... Aheh..." How is he supposed to react to all that? Why does he pull in garden tools and poop in his neighbors yard? Is this dude some kind of animal whisperer that sleep talks with cats and dogs? Specifically females ones? May as well dive right in, he guesses. "I was raised with dogs too! Not wolves or nothin', but I had a friend back in Ooo that lived with some for a few months when she ran away from Lumpy Space before she started terrorizing this little village full of tiny farmer peeps. It was real weird too, cause like, in her story she told she kinna gave 'em all names an' voices an' weird drama like one wolf was cheatin' on another. If that's how it really is I think I'll stick with the dogs I know."
"Nah, just one. I mean, she seems nice and all, but—hey, wait! You’re not implying - you don’t think - I’m not a perv or anything…!"
"What? Nah, man. But there are pervs out there! It's just lucky for them we're not!"
"i’m sure the schoolboard is worried about you getting all kinds of pussy in that sick furry hat."
"Yeah, dog. Cats do kinna like my hat. But I'm talkin' about my roommates, not animals, man."
"You too? It seems kinda strange… wouldn’t they want us separated or something?"
"Yeah, man! I guess whoever's runnin' this place hasn't heard of pervs or privacy! You roomed with two ladies too?"
