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@merylderringer
((Hey so I just got an ask from an indie blog. I already blocked them, but this is a reminder that this blog is not indie friendly. I only rp with blogs from Isola Radiale on this blog. It is stated on this blog's description and in my rules. Plain and simple. I will block any indies that follow and/or reach out in my askbox.
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"Good for me, nobody'll know what we're talkin' 'bout." He snorts, Wofwoo, huh? He can afford to lose more letter - so many he's just 'anonymous security guard', ideally.
"I believe students believe what they see, whether it's there or not." Whether that be religion or not, honestly there's something worthwhile in that concept.
"Don't forget, yer only here askin' me these questions 'cause this school's full-up on stories about ghosts. So, somethin' outta the ordinary - ghost or not - should raise a few yellow flags, yeah?"
Meryl rolls her eyes at his snort.
Her pen taps against her notepad while the security guard speaks. It does give her something to ponder about.
"You're right." The student says before she goes to continue writing down what Wolfwood said.
"Anything that's been a yellow flag for you, personally? Besides me grilling you."
Edward lets out a sneeze as he brushes against the water that clings onto his body. His leather jacket was drenched, and so did his clothes. Its what he gets for walking next to the slide that apparently sprays water down on the walking pedestrians that trail too close to the edge.
As he looks over at the person who spoke, giving her the biggest of pouts, "oh, I didnt. But I sure as hell got soaked become of it." He's grumbling under his breath, drying his clothes as best as he could. "Don't tell me you're planning on spraying waters at people."
"I'm not," Meryl says as she looks at him. There's a bit of a pout on his face, and Meryl tries not to make the analogy of him being a wet puppy.
"I was thinking about at least going down it, though. I've never gotten a chance to experience this."
Water was rare on No Man's Land, after all. The amount of Plants that would be needed to recreate this back there would be astronomical... and detrimental to the Plants.
@3moreseasons | SpiraleFes Starter : Star-Den Tea Party
This kind of party would be only the stuff of her dreams, Meryl realizes. It does make her wish Millie were still here to experience it.
She looks over to a comedy-mask on top of some ribbons, a person as out-of-place as she is here. The former insurance agent gives them a smile.
"Would you like to join me on a blanket for tea?" Meryl asks them gently, patting the open spot.
Miss Meryl is one of Vash and Nico’s close companions from the world that they all hail from. Chara had acknowledged this, but — well. They’re shy. Introverted. Aloof. Chara had only agreed when she had asked them to go out for the day because they wanted to make an effort.
they’re sort of regretting this now.
“I. . .
I may have a conundrum here, Miss Meryl. Uhm. That is to say. I do not know how to swim.”
Oh.
Oh dear.
Meryl realizes her mistake the moment Chara admits that they do not know how to swim. But the area promises to be safe, and well...
"Okay. Then we'll make this swimming lessons, too!" Meryl says instead, trying to keep a positive spin on it. "I'll hold onto your gear tight, if you'd like, or your hand. Or whatever you prefer."
Meryl knows how shy they are. She tries not to presume that handholding is wanted.
"And we'll make it a much shorter trip out, that way we can come back to this spot easier if you're feeling overwhelmed. How about it?"
"When I met her, she was lookin' on at a water fountain—like the ones in JuLai—but it was so cold, it was frozen over." Fondness surfaces in Vash's expression as he recalls the memory. "I haven't known my own for very long, but the Millie you know strikes me as similar, on that. She has a knack for seein' what's precious in what most'll take for granted. She's very bright, in more ways than one."
Loss is never pleasant to manage, even if the window to have appreciated someone's presence was short. Vash hopes the sentiment helps his new friend to process these feelings.
"Ceylon tea..." Vash chews on a grape while in consideration of what he's being taught. "We could search out tins of it, so we both have the quick means t'brew her some, whenever again she returns."
"Or drink some ourselves, whenever we feel like we miss her n'wanna remember her that way." Vash's somber smile matches Stryfe's. "If that doesn't sound like a silly idea, at least."
Meryl sees the fondness in Vash's expression. It warms her heart to see her friend make such an impression on others. "That sounds like Millie."
As Vash contemplates what Meryl told him, Meryl nibbles on the last of the petals of her flower. "Makes sense," she says. "It doesn't sound silly, by the way."
Besides, maybe just having it around could help ease the ache of the loss. "I'd love to go out searching with you, if you want the help, Vash."
It would be nice to spend more time with her new friend, too.
@wolftccth | SpiraleFes Starter : Slip and Slisles
Meryl absolutely was enjoying herself on the Isles. This is the first time in her life she saw so much water for recreation! And her first time actually owning such a cute swimsuit!
Meryl gladly takes the drink she ordered from the bar and looks at the person sitting next to her. "Have you tried the big waterslide yet?"
@charadrxxmxrr | SpiraleFes Starter : Swim the Friendly Seas
"Is your gear secured?" Meryl asks the child accompanying her. She has seen them around Vash and Wolfwood's house - Vash had said they adopted a child - but Meryl didn't really say hi when she saw them.
After all, she isn't sure if either adult told them about her.
"Are you ready?" Meryl finds herself asking after a minute, already sure her own gear was secure.
" It's not going to be conducted for much longer if I have anything to say about it. "
"I don't think you can have a say about it." Meryl hums. "You know, ear plugs exist, right?"
" If I hear one more firework on a Tuesday evening while I am trying to enjoy some peace and quiet, drastic measures will be taken. "
"I unfortunately think it will be like this for a while. There's a festival going on. Or so I've heard."
Throwing out a SpiraleFes Starter Call for Meryl! This will be uncapped, and they may be short starters. I'll use the wheel to pick the activity, unless you have an idea of one!
Meryl listens to Vash talk. She listens to him dance around what happened after Dragon's Nest - the point where her memories stop.
She almost sights. Typical of Vash, really, but she gets it. Whatever happened after Dragon's Nest must have been worse.
Given the state of his hair.
Still, Meryl stays quiet. Now is not the time to push. "We moved on." She repeats - more of a statement than a question.
Meryl stands from her seat, aware that it seems the tables have turned on who may need to walk now, as she speaks.
"Vash, do you want to walk me back to my home? It's not far."
An olive branch - a chance for both to not dwell on what just had been said for too long.
★ --;; Abrupt movement is enough for Vash to blink out of his less-than-pleasant reverie, though he still doesn't have to angle his head up all that much to be able to look at his friend as Meryl stands.
She's always offering him too much, too many get-out-of-jail-free cards. Even the Meryl he knows from back home, somehow even more terrifying and relentless than he knows even this version of his friend can be, is just as guilty - regardless of her endless pursuit of getting a good scoop out of him. He still takes them greedily, guiltily, even if his hands and pockets are overflowing with them.
"Sure," he smiles, and it really is halfway genuine. "I'd like that."
★ --;; Almost instantaneously, Vash can feel his heart drop down into his stomach, an anxious ache that blooms in his chest and stabs in his gut all at once; his only saving grave is not having been looking directly at her, the slip in his poker face having been there-and-gone-again but felt nonetheless.
"I told you," he says,
"everything at Dragon's Nest ended alright." Don't think about Midvalley's mangled corpse in the rubble, nor Hoppered lying there with a bullet in his head. "Legato and Elendira left. Got you n' Millie to the hospital n' then me and Nick helped the the rebuild 'til folks didn't want us around any more."
He knows that's not what she means; there's a spiky elephant in the room that he's had yet to explain, has so far managed to dance around. The pitch of his hair is impossible to ignore for those who knew him, may as well be a neon sign pointing directly at himself.
"And then we moved on."
Meryl listens to Vash talk. She listens to him dance around what happened after Dragon's Nest - the point where her memories stop.
She almost sights. Typical of Vash, really, but she gets it. Whatever happened after Dragon's Nest must have been worse.
Given the state of his hair.
Still, Meryl stays quiet. Now is not the time to push. "We moved on." She repeats - more of a statement than a question.
Meryl stands from her seat, aware that it seems the tables have turned on who may need to walk now, as she speaks.
"Vash, do you want to walk me back to my home? It's not far."
An olive branch - a chance for both to not dwell on what just had been said for too long.
"Ah I got really bad news for you a door ain't saving you from something going wrong. And if it did that's a pretty damn good door. I might need that for my room." Unless she just really liked doors. Although that seemed doubtful it was something to take into account just in case.
"Alright we'll get you a good angle. Or I'll get my friend to get you a good angle. Either way we're gonna make it work so everyone can see what's being on put here."
When Architect really should've been putting everything more on the down low...
"Wasn't really planning on it saving me," the student mumbles. still, her hand continues to jot down Architect's answers. Who knows what will be the end result of this interview?
"In your endeavors, by the way, you haven't encountered any ghosts? Any suspicious people ont he grounds late at night?" Meryl finds herself asking. It is clear the campus murders and mysteries were on her mind now.
@merylderringer
The warehouse is much more spacious than the halls leading to their ticket off of the moon, but where it lacks in robotic personnel keeping patrol, automated defense systems are left on perpetual standby.
It's illuminated solely by green lasers that crisscross all throughout the room.
Meryl's momentary companion holds position with her at the entrance, glassy finger pointing out what he explains with a hushed voice:
"Those're sensors. Either of us touch 'em, it'll probably set off an alarm. We're not bein' chased, but... Minimizin' our chances to trip any of them, let's go for whatever's in closer reach."
The Plant patterns in his eyes are set alight even through his lenses. With everything in monochromatic sight, it's a little tough to make out whatever's worth taking from the shelves.
Meryl took the time with Vash's explanation to catch her breath. She notices the slight glowing patterns in his eyes, but she files that away to ask for later. If later came.
The insurance agent finds her gaze bouncing every which way before she notices something. "Vash," she whipsers, grabbing at his coat sleeve.
"I think I might have a solution." Meryl says - still in the hushed whisper - as she points at what she sees on a nearby shelf. "If those are actually paint cans, we might be able to use them. Maybe to block the lasers or something?"
Here's an interest check/starter call for Moonshade Pt. 1! I'm going to be capping starters I make for this at 3, but feel free to reach out over DMs if you want! Castmates are exempt. I posted Meryl's info here.
Moonshade: Pt. 1 Event Info
Just a regular gal, your regular rag time pal
With a BB Gun!
Not her first rodeo on being kidnapped and caged up, but it is her first with this weird lab tech. Sorta.
Very very stubborn - absolutely will also work with anyone to get out of here
