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Connected with Sofia Room 2A Affil; Concordium

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She’s already irritated by his lack of verbal responses, and the conversation (if it can even be called that) has only just begun. Oh, this is going to be a long day, indeed.          That is, until she starts to think about what he’s just mimed to her.      ”What?!”

     ”You mean to tell me that you chewed through the lock—?! Do you know how bad that is for your teeth!” She huffs, hands now placed on her hips as she gives him a stare that’s meant to intimidate. Combined with her even further raised tone, however, the bristled kitsune does make for quite the sight. “Let me take a look at your mouth!”

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Wait, wait... chewed? He removes his hands away from the warmth of his arms and waves them around in a frantic motion, silently pleading to discard that irrational thought. Chewing through a lock-- that only seemed like something possible among several half-breeds or maybe even the chief back at home could perform such a feat... He ought to rid of that thought himself.

Removing the black cloth over his lips, he motions again to them before speaking in a tonality that barely raised above a whisper. "I can't eat locks. Used my voice..."

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See you next Fall! {closed|stel}

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     It wasn’t the first time she’s taken a long tumble — but Sofia can’t say it was her favorite thing to do. Lungs shaking, she prepares herself for the hard ground that she never meets. Instead, she falls into a different material. Softer, albeit still uncomfortable. Gasping, Sofia realizes she’s fallen right on top of another human being!

     "Oh, no — are you alright?"

     She gets up immediately, any pain pushed to the side, shuffling around and extending a hand — her right, to be exact, which now inexplicably prickled at her skin — to offer help.

He gives a nod in response, assuring that he was fine before raising his own right hand for her (a right for a right, after all)-- that sensation returning. This time, however, coming on stronger than ever, surging in a concentrated mass along his fingertips as they inched closer to her own digits; almost as if they were meant to be together.

   Then it hits him.

He takes her hand and lifts himself off the ground, releasing his grip at once in order to take the finger less glove off his right; revealing the dark symbol that marked his skin. Gently holding her smaller hand once again, Stel proceeds to compare the two 'tattoos' side by side-- and what the surprise! Pulling the mask off his face, he finally speaks up in a low whisper.

   "Look, it matches."

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Snow Prints.// Izaya

It starts off with an ear piercing shrill, echoing out like nails on a chalkboard, before a powerful shock wave is released, the reckless force tearing apart his biggest threat. Tremors rumble the snowy landscape in the aftermath, dull sounds reverberating the thick atmosphere that surrounded him as they shortly came to a stop. Then there was silence; that was it, it was over now. Finally.

He drops to his knees, allowing the smoke coming from his mouth to dissipate before taking in a deep breath. That creature... It was nothing like he's seen before and was aggressive to no end; the same creature that lunged for his neck with a vicious blood lust, even after attacking once before, had been torn into two by that blow; it's lifeless and mangled body now staining white with crimson. Thank goodness.

Stel gives a sigh, certain relief finally beginning to settle. Certain, being the keyword here as there was still another dire concern present. A turn of his head and with palm shaking, he proceeds to lower a hand towards the bleeding wound on his thigh, wincing as he places pressure on the area. That stupid creature; if only he hadn't been so careless...

The sound of footsteps instantly alarms the boy, crunching louder with each stride, forcing Stel to clumsily rise from his position. He stumbles about, seeking shelter within the trees in the opposite direction of the footfalls. Be it a person or another of those beasts, they must have been alerted by the shock wave earlier and with consideration of this situation, confronting either would be unwise; he knew that much.

Pressing his back onto a large trunk, heart racing, he attempts to make himself covert, unaware that his own blood left behind a light trail to his very location along the pristine snow itself.

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See you next Fall! {closed|stel}

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     Why would you be climbing a tree, now, of all times? Because this Groundskeeper, flag this, flag that business was strange and Sofia needed a moment to get her head clear.

     So there she sat in one of the courtyards, watching the occasional breeze toss at the grass and streams.

     "…"

     There weren’t a lot of people, thank goodness, but the moment footsteps cut the quiet peacefulness she had almost come to enjoy, Sofia twists her body so fast to try and look she ends up losing her balance.

     And, like the ever famous humpty dumpty, begins to fall.

     "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH—!"

There was a quick glance to the left, then it shifted to the right, before his gaze finally settles onto his wrist; that unique mark that laid beneath his gloves, black and permanent. Since he had come to find himself in this misery parade, there has been a constant and unusual feeling present, stirring inside and seemingly tugging at him? It was strange, but nevertheless, following the direction of said pull instead of wandering around aimlessly was by far a better idea-- Stel in pursuit. 

Whatever lied at the end of this path, it was close. He could feel it.

"...!!" A scream catches his immediate attention, eyes narrowing in on... a falling child?! He must act and at once. Without even a second thought, the hero recklessly dives in with arms outstretched, not having a single care about himself, rather hoping his reaction was fast enough to catch the poor girl on time. 

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Safe and Sound.// Sasa

   LOST.

To be frank, it was a common state to be in whenever Hayes or Raptor weren't present, but in the very least with some given time, he will manage his way back. However, that was not the case in this frozen prison, no sir. Left, right and all other directions didn't seem to exist in this thickly wooded scenery, no matter where he wandered off to nor wherever his eyes would gaze upon. It nothing but trees, more trees and snow; the foreboding situation did not come to help ease his troubles either.

There were people out there, wanting to attack him-- to survive and win this game. There was nowhere considered as safe.

A breath he had been holding unintentionally was finally released in a white mist, glove-less fingers pulling on the collar of his vest and zipping it closed before arms crossed around his body; he shivers. Geez, if he would've known he'd be placed in these conditions, no doubt there would be the choice in wearing some warmer clothing; and yet standing around regretting wasn't going to change thing. He needed to move on-- or so.

A misstep gives rise to more regrets as the ground underneath his boots gave way, sending Stel sledding down the snow-covered hill. He bites back a yell (that wouldn't end pretty if he hadn't), as he slides at a quick pace, collecting snow into his pants and jacket that only made things worse; ultimately crashing into a fleshy object, whom turned out to be another person. Oops.

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             A butt.

There is a butt in her line of sight, and she wants it gone.

     ”Oi! What do you think you’re doing over there?!” Now, Tamamo is no policewoman — in fact, she’s generally the type of person with whom a law enforcement official would have frequent entanglements with. But she has seen what this stupid facility is capable of, and she has a sneaking suspicion that one of the lab rats sneaking around would not be taken too kindly by that slimy Groundskeeper.        ”I don’t think they’d want you in this room!” But a brief moment of thought breathes new curiosity into her mind. “But, while we’re at it … how did you even break the lock and get in here?”

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The sudden yell sent a cold shiver down his spine, adding onto the already present shivering from the freezing temperatures and snow that stuck onto his clothes and skin. Arms tighten and huddle closer to his chest as dark eyes slowly and cautiously turn towards the source, quietly pleading it to be anyone but a guard or that creepy Groundskeeper-- or whatever they were called-- themselves...

Fortunately, it was neither of said feared subjects, but a girl? What a relief.

The tension present in his body had relaxed only the slightest as Stel now warily turns to completely face his 'visitor', gazing silently upon them with sharp eyes. How he'd come to trespass into such a location? There was no harm in telling. A harsh exhale comes from his mask as he makes a sound to speak, raising a cold and pale hand to tap the metallic bar knitted onto the black cover; the very place where his lips were hidden behind it. His voice was about all that was necessary.

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tl;dr I'm really shy pls don't mind me. Anyways, if anyone wants a thread, holla or like this and we can plot or something? There's an event going on, so it can be about that too (I'm so psyched). Capping at like 3, bc what are starters.