Jul 15 22:10:24 <Savanah>	- mine sweaty -
Jul 15 22:15:18 <Savanah>	So now
Jul 15 22:15:18 <Savanah>	eins, zwei, drei, the ticks go off in her head. No clock nearby, however the sound burnt into her mind, over and over, never stopping. The sound of mewling from the abomination that was on the wall.. no. It was gone now, all that was left was the sound of her quiet breath and the constant ticking in her head.. for a moment she could hear the squealing of that small creature, blood having splattered on her white dress.. It didn't matter. Standing in the dorm kitchen, alone, on her own two feet, wearing a short white dress that appears to be covered in splatters of both fresh blood and blackened dried blood.. She didn't care, pale skin, sharp green eyes that stare at the counter of the kitchen blankly, as if something was there.. but it was clean, nothing was there.
Jul 15 22:24:28 <Knave>	A footstep, one that might be quiet if it wasn't in a heavy boot, as if from someone incompetent at but predisposed towards sneaking around. His accent, when he speaks, is notably light but unmistakably Bavarian German, "Bloodstains, both old and fresh. Indicate lack of concern for appearance. Concern for viscera - ordinary human reaction is disgust. Fear. Natural reaction to reminder of mortality." He lingers on the last word as his bootsteps march closer, revealing first the huge goggles obscuring his eyes as he steps around her side, then his wild orange hair and his stark white face come into view. From behind his back, he waves a gloved hand in front of her face, "Intense focus on the insignificant. Possibly nothingk. Suggest delusions. Hallucinations. Any number of mental distraction." As he steps in front of her, fully revealing the odd brown suit he is wearing, he gives a small, unidentifiable sound. Perhaps a groan, or a tut.
Jul 15 22:30:56 <Savanah>	"Tch." she says, listening as she blinks out of her staring.. nothing was there. It didn't matter, even if the sound of the clock that wasn't there was driving her slowly insane. She straightens her back, staring at him with inhumanly sharp and bright green eyes.. almost as if they belonged to a cat, or at least a creature similar to that. It's obvious that there is blood under her semi-short fingernails, exclusively animal blood and another type of blood that certainly isn't human in any shape or form. "Having fuhn?" she asks sharply, her thick German accent rather obvious.. he would probably be able to realize that she has lived most of her life in a isolated area near.. Munich perhaps.
Jul 15 22:35:57 <Knave>	"Rarely." He returns drily, straightening up from his hunched position of examination in turn, revealing that though he is not tall by any means, he is a good foot taller than her. "You seem peculiar." He says without reservation, "A uniqueness, even in this place. I have noted the blatantly unstable and the woefully uncared for, but you..." He looks her up and down from behind those goggles, and seems to start hunching over again involuntarily, "Unless I am missing something, it is a most unusual girl who descends dressed in so much blood. I might not even guess at you, Miss...?"
Jul 15 22:39:57 <Savanah>	"Elspeth." she says clearly, taking a deep breath before turning away, trying to reach for a glass.. and realizing she's too short. Fuck. "I didhn't have much ohf a choice, it is already stained vith blood, and I vill likely come in contact with more, noh point in destroying a nicer dress." she says, her voice cold. "Vhat is yourh name?"
Jul 15 22:43:31 <Knave>	He reaches past her and picks up the glass, offering it to her over her shoulder, "Emmett Walter Montgomery Percival Epstein, Fräulein Elspeth." He circles around her and offers his hand to shake, smiling rodentlike, "But Emmett shall suffice."
Jul 15 22:46:00 <Savanah>	She raises an eyebrow, mumbling a "Danke" under her breath as she takes the glass gently, moving to go to the sink and fill it with some water, sipping on it. She smiles back, amused oddly enough, moving to take his hand with her free one, shaking it gently. "Pleasure toh meet youh- Emmett." the term fraulein always seemed to irk her a bit.. but she didn't let it show, he likely didn't mean anything bad by it.
Jul 15 22:55:03 <Knave>	After a brief and frankly limp shake, he doesn't let go of her hand, only slickly changes grip such that he is holding in in his, like an old-fashioned gentleman might. And indeed, the old-fashioned suit, hastily arranged, and his one-arm-behind-the-back posture might suggest this - in fact, his entire appearance is what a generous romance writer might term deshabille, wild and untidy, but elegantly and stylishly so. A human being, by contrast, would see the unironed shirt and the subtle yet unidentifiable stains on his coat and recognize him as a weirdo with clothes that were once nice. Nevertheless, he seems unbothered by any of this, confident enough to venture, "The pleasure is mine, Miss. I find that you intrigue me."
Jul 15 22:57:47 <Savanah>	Her cheeks redden ever so faintly, light pink seems to find a way to contrast against her pale almost white skin. Already someone was flirting.. or at least acted as though they were.. She didn't exactly move her hand away, she quite liked touch, at least she has since she had gotten over all the awful stuff she remembered thanks to Des in the past, but the past truely is the past. "Thank youh?" she says, unsure if that's a compliment. "Do tell howh I intrigue youh? Is it the bloohd?" she lets out a soft laugh.
Jul 15 23:06:04 <Knave>	He - chuckling would be the wrong word, it's really more of a single, sudden exhale. A wheeze. He wheezes, then says, "I confess, I am not a man of the arts, and know little of it or how to speak of it. I can say only that you are singular." He pushes the goggles up to his forehead, revealing dark brown eyes set deep, which search her for a moment, before they flash with inspiration, "Contrast, perhaps. Spilled blood against a white dress. The flush of pink blood in pale cheeks. The gruesome and the beautiful. Yes. Contrast. I think I wish to know more of you." His intent peering and weasel-like smile evaporate as his eyes light on her hand, still in his, and he gently lets go, "Apologies. You must think me indecent."
Jul 15 23:09:15 <Savanah>	She only seems to smile more, humming for a brief moment as her hands go in front of her idly, twiddling her thumbs. "Youh are fine, I certainly ahm no better." her cheeks only adding to the blood in them it seems "Youh have strangely sveet, thank youh."
Jul 15 23:15:26 <Knave>	He grins, but it seems the corners of his mouth simply do not travel very far, as a rule. "You are too kind." He casts his eyes at the ground in between them, hunches over further, then looks back up at her, "Might I be so bold, Miss, as to ask of you what manner of anomaly it is that brings you to this school? I have found such inquiry to be fascinating so far."
Jul 15 23:19:10 <Savanah>	"Summoning is vhat it has been called, I vork vith almost exclusively devils.. vith rare exceptions." she says, smirking a bit as her hand travels under his chin for a brief moment, looking his face over before moving away, she quite liked his hair. She walks off the the other side of the kitchen, refilling her glass and sipping more water. "Youh?"
Jul 15 23:22:25 <Knave>	"I have a mind uniquely equipped to pursue certain studies. To create certain marvels." The scrawny, awkwardly-shaped boy puffs himself up proudly, a hand around the cut of his jacket, "I am a scientist. What a scientist should be, and must be, in this new and strange world."
Jul 15 23:25:33 <Savanah>	"Intresting." she hums, she wasn't very familiar with that type of stuff, but nonetheless it was still intresting, and it would be a lie to say it wasn't. "Youh should show me sometime, if iht's as intresting as youh have proven toh be thahn I vill be impressed."
Jul 15 23:30:41 <Knave>	He might blush at that - unlike Elspeth's brightly-contrasting pink blush, Emmett's cheeks colour only a less chalky shade of white. "You flatter me, Miss. I should be honoured to show you my vork." His accent slips a little deeper, and his hands run away behind his back, "Perhaps we might... learn from each other."
Jul 15 23:32:55 <Savanah>	"Perhaps." she nearly purrs, at this point she might be unknowingly teasing him just a little bit.. can't blame her too much really. "Youh are German tooh, ja?" she asks curiously, nearly not noticing the accent..
Jul 15 23:37:01 <Knave>	"Ingolstadt." He says, with a little smile not quite as ratty as his usual, "Epstein is something of a name in business and education there. My father and grandfather." He explains, "Yourself? I cannot quite place your accent. München, perhaps? But no, I am wrong. I am sure." The almost-blush again, "I make a fool of myself to guess."
Jul 15 23:40:45 <Savanah>	"Mhy father likely vould know vhat Epstein vas, but I am a bit embarrassed toh openly admit I am rather sheltered soh I vould noht know." she raises an eyebrow, smile widening "Ja, jast outside Munich, mohre of a isolated area."
Jul 15 23:44:36 <Knave>	"Shelter. Isolation. Solitude. Removal. Singularity." The look in his eyes grows somewhat distant, and his mouth moves as if he's tasting the words, before he shakes himself back to reality, "Apologies. A habit. I would learn words of English by association with one another, and my mind wanders." He clears his throat lightly but inelegantly, "We must all be thankful, then, that you left your isolation in the end."
Jul 15 23:47:52 <Savanah>	"I vas forced ouht of it, I vould be lying if I said it vas better forh me, but it certainly is nicer." she sighs.. he was so odd, yet intresting, certainly intresting. She leans over to him again, grabbing his chin and looking up at him "Intresting and cuhte iht seems." she teases.
Jul 15 23:53:43 <Knave>	His face is a picture of abject puzzlement for a good long moment, before his bushy orange eyebrows lower. "Me?" He asks incredulous, colour undeniably rising to his cheeks now, "I-" The frizzy orange cloud of hair behind his head bobs with his own uncertain movements, "I have never thought of myself as... cute..."
Jul 15 23:56:35 <Savanah>	"Vell, youh certainly are." she says with a soft giggle, moving away once more "Maybe Ih'm jast teasing, buht youh are fairly cute, is yourh hair natural?"
Jul 16 00:01:44 <Knave>	Looking a million miles away, he idly pulls a curly strand of the vibrant ginger in front of his eyes, "Yes." He says, letting the hair fall back into place, "I get it from my mother." In what might be a bashful tone from his unreadably weird mouth, he asks, "Do you like it?"
Jul 16 00:04:14 <Savanah>	"Quite a biht, iht's vibrant, unusual." she says with a soft nod, finishing off her second glass of water before setting it in the sink, washing it out by hand "I have thought abouht getting mhy hair dyed red, blonde is rather borhing."
Jul 16 00:07:01 <Knave>	"It is beautiful." Emmett says with the kind of sudden thoughtlessness that can only be honesty, then goes on with conviction, "But what we do not like, we should change." He leans back with his hands against the edge of the counter, nodding to himself, "To create, and to alter. Change. Mutate. Mankind's proficiency and its duty. Do you agree?"
Jul 16 00:08:53 <Savanah>	"Perhaps, change ihs good, iht is how things get dohne, ja?" she shrugs a tad, sighing "I vill keep mhy hair as it is forh now, if youh like it anyvays.."
Jul 16 00:14:31 <Knave>	He looks both confused and surprised, and oddly rabbit-like in his floundering. "I-I am flattered, but..." He clears his throat, "Very well. It is your decision to make." He is fiddling with his own unkempt hair, apparently unconsciously, "I am sure many would strive to look like you."
Jul 16 00:16:06 <Savanah>	She snickers a tad, moving fluidly behind him and for a brief moment playing with his hair. "Did youh hear abouht the dance? For singles?" she asks, curiously yet with a hint of tease in her tone.
Jul 16 00:18:35 <Knave>	"In passing." He said after a second's hesitation. He definitely didn't hear of it secondhand via recreational eavesdropping, no sir. "V-Why do you ask?" He turns on the spot like a mouse being circled by a snake.
Jul 16 00:20:09 <Savanah>	"Unfortunate.. It vould have been nice toh see youh there~" she says.. she really was circling around him, the predator and prey dynamic already becoming obvious in this moment.
Jul 16 00:23:10 <Knave>	"I-I did not say I would not come." He says hastily, then rambles, "I admit I was not planning to, I intended to review notes, revise- but perhaps, I think, I should come. If you think I should. And... if you would be there, perhaps I might learn more about you?" He finishes hopefully.
Jul 16 00:25:14 <Savanah>	"Noht much to learn abouht me." she says.. if she had a tail it would probably be moving up and down teasingly.. mind you, the part about there not being much to learn about her was a total lie. "I vould jast perhaps like toh see youh there, I see noh better fit forh the first dance of the night~?"
Jul 16 00:29:42 <Knave>	At that, he seems to choke on his own Adam's apple, then recovers enough to say, "I must warn you, I am... it has been some time since I last danced. I fear I am out of practise." He gestures limply, "One as graceful as yourself, I fear I might... I would hate to make you seem foolish." He looks down at the floor.
Jul 16 00:32:00 <Savanah>	"Ah?" she says, walking over towards him.. it seems again her small slender white fingers are under his chin, making it so he can't properly look down "I have spent my entire life noht being able toh valk, if anything youh vill end up being farh better than I, soh do not vorry."
Jul 16 00:36:52 <Knave>	"Ah. I would not have guessed." Mingled with the bashful honesty of the statement is a touch of annoyance with himself. A detail that should have been obvious. Unconscious-looking again, he slips the goggles back down over his eyes, then seems to brighten beneath them, looking at her face. Or at least towards it. "That alone is fascinating. That you did not walk and now you do. Yes. I think I should like to know everythingk about you."
Jul 16 00:43:53 <Savanah>	"Hmm, vell-" she pauses, frowning a bit as she gracefully moves to sit down on one of the chairs next to the table.. some depression in her face "It seehms mhy time is already up." and with that, her bare feet start to slowly shrink, compacting into something.. less desirable looking. If he were familiar with the subject, they would look exactly if they had been binded while growing, lotus feet.
Jul 16 00:47:52 <Knave>	As a matter of fact, he was. At least, he knew enough to identify it. Anatomy was something he found himself returning to constantly in his endless studies. He follows her haltingly, and nods towards her feet, "Devil magic, perhaps?"
Jul 16 00:48:57 <Savanah>	"It is the reason I have iht, ja. However it vas mhy parents vho did it." against her will.. though she was very.. very young.
Jul 16 00:51:27 <Knave>	"I see." He says, "Parents. We cannot help what makes us." He stands still, apparently just staring at her, for a few moments, mouthing to himself as he runs down a train of thought in his head. Apropos of nothing, he says aloud, "Changes..." then looks nervous and self-conscious.
Jul 16 00:52:37 <Savanah>	"Vhat is wrong?" she asks, noticing his change.. suddenly nervous after he said changes.. he surely had some secrets of his own.
Jul 16 00:55:46 <Knave>	"It is nothing," He shakes his head, waves the thought away, "Sometimes my thoughts run away. Irrelevant." He shakes his head again, "No matter. Trivial. Fruitless." He clears his throat and half-extends his arm towards her, "Do you perhaps need any help..?"
Jul 16 00:58:41 <Savanah>	She hums, staring at the hand blankly for a moment, her mind wandering before she moves to take his hand.. though instead of him helping her up, before he knows what's going on she forcfully pulls him down to just above eye level with her, the small girl staring down at him.. face rather dangerously close. "Cute." she says once more before letting him go.
Jul 16 01:01:51 <Knave>	True to his word, the boy proves to be absolutely without grace. Upon her release he stumbles away, hand grabbing the table to keep him from falling over catastrophically. The scene is a mess. He straightens himself up and plucks at the fall of his coat and the lie of a lock of hair, which only serves to highlight how much disarray his appearance was and still is in. "Um. Perhaps I should leave you in peace, then?"
Jul 16 01:03:58 <Savanah>	"I mahy need some help, doh youh think youh can possibly bring me toh mhy room? Ih'm sure youh are strong enough~" what a tease..
Jul 16 01:05:13 <Knave>	"Of course." He smiles nervously stepping up to her and offering his hand. Then, bashful, he says, "H-how would you prefer I...?"
Jul 16 01:05:55 <Savanah>	"Vhatever youh deem easiest." she says, quickly taking his hand and being pulled up.. she was light in every sense of the word really.
Jul 16 01:08:30 <Knave>	An uncertain arm snakes under her shoulder before he stutters out, "Can you walk at all, or..." His Adam's apple bobs, "Should I carry you?"
Jul 16 01:10:12 <Savanah>	"I cahnnot vhile like this." she says, him holding all of her body weight.. seeing as her crushed feet can't really support her at all.. "Ja, please." she says, looking away and blushing lightly.
Jul 16 01:11:53 <Knave>	Her giving the appearance of also being nervous about it doesn't seem to help at all. If anything, Emmett just blushes all the brighter as he clumsily sweeps up her legs in his other arm. "Which, um, which way?" He asks, looking away so that their faces aren't quite so close?
Jul 16 01:14:28 <Savanah>	She clings to him, half of her face buried into his chest as she briefly looks.. "Ouht of the kitchen.. goh through the left hallvay.. Iht's on the bottom floor." she says, her voice growing meek.. she's starting to realize as much as she teases she can't really handle the reprecutions of it.
Jul 16 01:16:29 <Knave>	"Very well." He says, and begins walking her. In the back of his head, a voice - his own voice - shouts words like 'homunculus' and 'automaton'. He tries to ignore it. He also tries very hide to disguise the fact his arms are already tired halfway down the hallway, even with her meagre weight.
Jul 16 01:19:45 <Savanah>	Both of them are weak, but seeing their fields it isn't a bad thing, they focus on what's easier for them, or at least the most enjoyable. The finally get there.. it being fairly close, seeing as when she was given a room her handicap was taken into account. She pulls out her key from god knows where, popping open the door. When he goes inside he'll realize it's rather dark, neatly polished animal skulls decorate the walls, a few rather creepy looking dolls on a shelf, a nice love seat and a bed in the very corner.. mind you, there is a huge splatter of dried blood on the wall, the same unknown blood that is on her dress and under her fingernails.
Jul 16 01:22:27 <Knave>	The dark poses no challenge to a man of science. At least, not ones with science goggles. Still, he makes no comment on the odd paraphernalia. He makes a slight relieved noise when he sets her down on her bed, stumbling himself in an effort to put her down gently.
Jul 16 01:39:27 <Savanah>	Elspeth eeps as she's placed on the bed, nearly pulling him down with her.. it was dark and kinda hard to see for her.. she most certainly accidentally dragged him down with her.
Jul 16 01:42:13 <Knave>	A noise of surprise escapes his throat as he is indeed pulled down, stopping himself just short of collapsing onto her. After a moment he scrambles up to his feet, the colour in his cheeks palpable through the air even if it isn't visible."Entschuldigungen." He blurts out, "So sorry. I- I did not mean to-" He coughs awkwardly.
Jul 16 01:44:04 <SavanahHolland>	"I- iht's ohkay." she says, her voice meek as it cracks halfway through, moving to grab his head "Thank youh." she says in a mumble.. half hoping he won't just leave..
Jul 16 01:48:52 <WyrmKnave>	"Do not mention it." He says, desperately and pathetically awkward as he stands up properly. The silence hangs in the air and falls around him until he declares, "I should go." He takes a step back, "I am sure you do not want me to, uh, lurk in here. It was a pleasure to meet you, Fraulein Elspeth. I will see you at the dance, yes?" He pauses his retreat on the hopeful note.
Jul 16 01:51:05 <SavanahHolland>	She moves to quickly grab his hand with both of hers.. a hint of desperation in her voice that she quite obviously was trying to hide.. once more voice cracking "Do youh have toh go s- soh soon..?" she asks.. perhaps it was just that feeling, not wanting to be alone really..
Jul 16 01:56:18 <WyrmKnave>	"I-" He falters, hesitates, quavers. His heart is thudding in his skinny chest. "I really think that I should go." He scrambles backwards for the door, looking pained and apologetic towards Elspeth the whole way.
Jul 16 01:57:01 <SavanahHolland>	"Ah o-ohkay.." she says quietly, curling up in her bed.. maybe she should.. just stay like this for awhile.
Jul 16 01:59:28 <WyrmKnave>	Emmett shuts her bedroom door behind him. He is halfway back to his own room when it occurs to him she might have needed assistance. When he finally is in his own room, he slumps down behind the door.
Jul 16 02:00:30 <SavanahHolland>	- Scene Bread -