GBG Session 11: Stay Puft

<Darkling> In the aftermath of the battle, a lot of change happened. Lit was written up for failure to keep the Pilots under control off base. As such he was ordered to attend a few seminars to reconstruct his regime structure. This meant sending him away to a remote base. He was ushered away quickly, only having a chance to give a quick goodbye to the children and congrats on their victory, leaving the pilots to be led to medical as the Valkyries checked them over for injury.
<Darkling> In place of Lit, a new handler was brought in, Madeline Pilon. Introductions were sparse as the kids were taken away to be questioned about the battle. Each had a sit down with Thurid, the Head of Science and the Vice-Comm. They wanted to know what happened, what they saw that their sensors did not pick up. Why did the battle go so poorly at first. Why did Lahja shoot herself in the leg, and Rasia act like a mewling kitten. Who was Wilhelm talking to?
<Darkling> All in all it was a tiring excercise that brought little information to light, and frusted everyone involved. The pilots were released into Madelin's care, and driven home in the all too familiar APC that Lit used to drive. Things would be going back to normal, more regimented and strict. Madeline seemed to imply that there was no choice but for it to be so.
<Darkling> It's been a few weeks since the change. The have just been dropped off at school in the morning. There's a fall celebration starting at the school, according to the rumors going around, the celebration lasts some time before ending at the end of October with a Halloween Spook Dance. Costume is manditory for admittance, and everyone is quite excited getting into the preperations and spirit of the season, and children are running everywhere ahead of you.
Rasia rubs at her arm, drooling on herself without her mouthguard. She actually wears her backpack on her front, to hug it close to her body and half-hide behind it. #5"..."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja looks a bit sullen. It wasn't remotely as bad as home during its worst, but she found herself missing the relative freedom from Lit's regime. And the condition of her fellow pilots didn't seem to help anything.
Corrin heads off, upbeat this morning for some reason. "Come on! We shouldn't be late!"
Wilhelm_Faustus runs a hand through his hair, keeping close to Rasia without making to too obvious. He's as calm and collected as ever.
Rasia glances up at Corrin, pushing her eyebrows together.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Why so optimistic, Corrin?" Lahja asks, keeping pace with her fellow pilot.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "How better to annoy?" He rubs at his temples.
<Darkling> Math class awaits you children, the first bell signalling your need to get a move on.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> A pat to Rasia's shoulder and he's off on his way ahead of them.
Rasia tags along behind him!
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja moves along to math class, almost reluctantly. Not one of her favorites by any stretch.
<Darkling> Math class settles in, and it seems your teacher isn't present.
Corrin sits, cheer dissipating somewhat as he unpacks his notebook and generally prepares for class.
<Darkling> An obvious substitute walks in the room, taking a moment to look over the room to be sure it's the right one. "Good morning children." He says, and begins writing his name on the board, much to the amusement of some snickering kids. "I'm Mr. Butt."
Rasia licks her lips, not getting the joke.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "..." Too obvious. He yawns and stretches, then settles back with his hands behind his head. Looks like he plans to nap.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja prepares as well. She imagines a Jotun made of numbers, not noticing the name at first.
<Darkling> "I'm not a math teacher, and I've been left no notes on what you were working on, so we'll be working on stuff I need instead." He looks unamused and glares at Art, who is having quite the time laughing at the name.
Rasia blinks.
Corrin looks somewhat baffled at the last bit, ignoring Useless on general principle.
<Darkling> "I'm in charge of the festivities around here, and there are a lot of decorations to go up." He pulls some boxes out from under the desk. "This is cardboard paper, and these are scissors. I want you all cutting me leaves." He starts handing out stencils, and other materials.
<Rasia> "..." Giving Rasia scissors? He really doesn't know anything about this class.
Wilhelm_Faustus doesn't even pay attention.
<Darkling> He then goes to his desk and sits down.
<Darkling> Most of the other students begin cutting away, chatting amongst themselves.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja doesn't complain. She seems pleasantly surprised, in fact, and busily makes leaves. Somewhere down the line she notices the name on the board.
Rasia gives it a clumsy try, succeeding in not cutting her fingers off at least.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He ignores the paper and the scissors, observing the others.
Corrin takes the handouts, glumly replacing his books back into his backpack before starting. Instructions are instructions... Snip snip snip.
<Darkling> Kurt, the nerdy boy that has a knack for drawing the Aesir, is beside you Lahja, cutting away at some leaves, not even bothering to use the stencils. He looks over to Rasia, then to you. "Is she safe with those?"
<Lahja_Ilvainen> At some point during the process, and after making sure the teacher isn't directly observing her, she writes "This is a BUTT LEAF" on the back of one. She uses very sloppy handwriting, making some effort to make it look different from her usual. "She'll be fine. At worst she'll break them." she quietly says to Kurt.
<Darkling> He gives her another wary look.
<Darkling> A paper airplane flies across the class, hitting Wilhelm in the back.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "She's not a crazed scissors murderer." Lahja says with a shrug.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> A glance back over his shoulder.
Corrin stops every minute or so, glancing around before continuing. Staring down at the paper as he cuts the shapes out, he cuts out ragged leaf after leaf. Snip snip snip snip.
<Darkling> A wink from Penelope.
<Rasia> A leaf! Not one found in this region, but a leaf.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> ...huh. He leans down and snatches up the plane.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He pulls it open, scanning the writting within.
<Darkling> Kurt turns back to his cutting.
<Darkling> Grundi seems to be having some issues fitting his fingers into the scissors. He's grunting quite a bit up near the front of class.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He folds the plane up and looks toward Rasia.
Rasia drops another leaf, this one actually from Europe. Once she grasps the concept, natural dexterity kicks in.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He smirks...or maybe its a smile...the goes back to relaxing. At the current rate of production from the rest of the class, the number of leaves cut should be...
<Darkling> *ahem* The teacher is standing over you Wilhelm.
<Rasia> Snip snip snip snip~ She licks her teeth.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja resumes cutting. She changes up her leaf style a bit every now and then.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> A sigh as he looks up. "Ja?"
<Darkling> "Is there any reason you feel that you are except from what the rest of the class is doing?" He snatches up the paper airplane.
<Rasia> "Rr?" Her head swivels, scissors still snipping away.
Corrin watches, scissors stopped mid-cut.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "I have an entire list of reasons. Most importantly is that this sort of labor is reserved for a selected committee or even a student council."
<Darkling> "Good point. Guess that means you're on the committee now. Get cutting, and I'll expect you to be at all future meetings."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He snorts, holding back laughter. "Pass."
Rasia drops another leaf, eyes fixed on the pair.
<Darkling> "It's not optional. Failure to show up will result in suspension."
<Darkling> He unfolds the airplane, and tsks as he reads it.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "None of this will matter much longer you know." He says just loud enough for Mister Butts to hear. With an audiable sigh he seems to surrender. "Very well then."
Rasia tics an ear, cocking her head forward.
<Darkling> The sub takes his victory and heads back to his desk, crumpling the plane and tossing it out.
Rasia returns to actually looking at the snipping, having successfully not chopped a finger off.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He joins the others snipping at paper, a bemused smirk plastered on his face.
Corrin shakes his head and gets back to work.
<Darkling> The rest of the class goes on without disturbence, and soon enough a few more classes are gone, and it's lunch time.
Rasia licks her chops, salivating all over herself.
<Rasia> Food~
<Darkling> Penelope finds her way up beside you Wilhelm, locking elbows. "This way darling."
Rasia freezes midbite, staring at Penelope, Wilhelm, back to Penelope.
<Darkling> She starts to lead him off.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Not much choice in the matter, really. A look over his shoulder to Rasia and he signs quickly. 'See you after lunch.'
Rasia growls, for the first time in a month, bristling in her seat.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja watches Penelope as well. She ponders approaching, but thinks better of it. She sits to eat lunch instead.
<Darkling> Grundi waddles past Rasia. "Today is meatball sub day!" He exclaims to himself happily.
Corrin heads for an empty seat, tray in hand.
Rasia munches her lunch, ignoring Grundi despite herself.
<Darkling> Icelin takes a seat across from you Corrin.
Rasia licks her teeth, goosenecking to get a look at the cafeteria.
<Darkling> Decorations are going up already. Some ribbons and streamers lining the walls.
<Darkling> Icelin leans across the table to you Corrin. "Hi."
Corrin lowers his head over his tray for a moment, then digs in. "Hi." he replies, mouth full, then swallows.
Rasia scrunches her nose, returning to her meal. Almost looks a little upset.
<Darkling> Grundi waddles by you again Rasia, a small bag plopping on the table.
<Rasia> "Rr?" She jerks her gaze around, looking for the source.
<Darkling> Grundi continues on his way, no one else in reach of you.
Rasia sniffs the bag, opening it.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja picks at her food, casually watching Rasia and Grundi.
Wilhelm_Faustus reappears in the cafetria.
<Rasia> Omnomnomnomnom.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "I hope he doesn't want that back." He remarks, sitting down across from her.
<Darkling> "Do you mind giving this to Wilhelm?" Icelin slips a note over to you Corrin.
Rasia coos, looking up at the boy. "Give."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "How nice. A bribe perhaps."
<Darkling> Penelope enters the cafeteria and heads over to Wilhelm, dropping a note in front of him. "I forgot that. See you there."
Rasia licks her teeth, blowing on her tongue. However that works.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He picks up the note, eyeing it before letting it drop back down to the table.
Corrin shrugs. "Sure." Then goes right back to lunch.
<Darkling> "Thanks." She sits back, watching him eat.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "No matter what you see, I'm still yours." The note taps against the table before he stands and wanders off for fresh air.
Rasia scarfs a gullet's worth of food, glancing down at the note if he left it there?
<Darkling> Kurt appears beside you Lahja, sliding a piece of paper your way.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja looks over the paper casually. "Is this a note of confession?"
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Indeed he did, must not be all that important to him. Or, ya know, he memorized it. This is Wil.
Rasia picks it up and reads, curiosity getting the better of her.
<Darkling> "It's my latest picture." He says. A very detailed picture of Null Vier shooting some unseen foe of the page. "Thought you might like it."
Corrin finishes off the contents of the tray and gets up, heading over to where two of his fellow Pilots are sitting.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Oh, I do." Lahja takes an admiring look at it. "I think this one is my favorite. Do you have any insight on it based on your observations?"
<Darkling> Icelin watches him go silently, a bid of a sad puppy face.
<Darkling> "I think so. You can see how it's more structurally built, made for support and carrying a heavy load. I bet it could hold a much larger gun than the one here." He pulls out another paper with some sketches of giant cannons on it. "Like these."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "I think you're right." Lahja nods in agreement. "Are these supposed to be a certain kind of weapon, or just something you thought looked stylish?"
<Darkling> "Mostly stylish, but it's supposed to be a particle weapon."
<Darkling> Icelin finally gets up and heads off.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Particle weapons make particles out of opposition. I like the image."
<Darkling> "You can keep it, if you like."
<Corrin> "Rasia. Wilhelm" Corrin greets, a strange pause before each word. His nose wrinkles at the smell of meat still in the air. He's holding out the note. "It's from one of the other students. Iceling."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Thank you. Do you have a favorite out of these?"
Rasia looks up at Corrin, pointing towards where Wilhelm left. #5"Gone."#
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Our only mechanical in appearance defenders, I mean." She quickly adds.
<Darkling> "I like this one," he points to Vier, "and the other one that didn't use any weapons, it just shredded with it's claws."
<Darkling> The lunch bell rings and students start getting up to leave.
Corrin nods, pocketing the note again as he actually looks at the table. He takes the empty seat, a moment before the bell rings.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "It's awe inspiring. And seems a lot more like a living being." Lahja carefully stashes away the sketch, smiling rather happily. Then she rises to go off. "See you in class."
Rasia belches into her hand, standing to leave.
<Darkling> The rest of the day goes by much the same as earlier. Soon enough school ends and you're all let out.
Rasia paws at her mouth, head slung low.
<Darkling> Madeline sits waiting in the APC.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Hands in his pockets Wilhelm makes for the APC, looking up toward the top of the dome.
Corrin heads over quickly, attention fixed on their new Director. He salutes, the movement jerky. "Ma'am."
<Darkling> She just glares at you Corrin.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja quietly enters the APC without a word. She doesn't bother to salute, and instead just looks grim and serious.
<Darkling> Once everyone is inside the APC starts up and heads for home.
<Darkling> Madeline explains, in her gravelly voice, "I've been informed that you are to attend a party tonight. You'll have 30 minutes at home to get cleaned up and changed before you head over."
Rasia purses her lips together. Party...this is a new concept.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> While not a social creature, he has nothing better to do.
<Darkling> "Understood?"
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Understood."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Understood."
<Corrin> "Yes, ma'am."
<Rasia> "..."
<Darkling> "Good."
<Darkling> The rest of the ride home is in silence.
<Darkling> Shortly thereafter you arrive at the party, dropped off in front of a large mansion.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "...I'm not surprised."
Rasia pulls on her clothes, looking at Lahja with a 'really?' gaze.
<Darkling> There's a servent on the porch ushering people to the backyard.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja looks over the mansion after giving Rasia a nod. "It's fashionable."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He looks to Rasia. "You look nice, stop pulling before you stretch it out."
Corrin stares, looking more out of place than usual in formal wear.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He smooths back his hair as he approaches the servant waiting for party guests.
<Darkling> "Good afternoon sir." He says, looking down his nose at you. "The party is out back, refreshments are available as are finger foods. If you should need to change for the pool, there is a pool house with accomodations."
<Rasia> "Hmf." She follows the group, still squirming in her clothing.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He never did learn two swim, did he? Something to fix later. "Thank you." A snort and he makes for the main attraction.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja moves along to the back, looking almost comfortable in this environment. Almost.
<Darkling> There's students everywhere, dressed in their nicer clothes, drinking punch, some in the pool smacking a beach ball around.
Rasia snaps her head forward, watching the ball with some interest.
<Darkling> The pool itself is huge, about the size of the apartment. It's surrounded by a stone patio, and hedges trimmed into animals.
Rasia sniffs. But those aren't...real animals. Why you do this
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "...vapid creatures..." He mutters, then puts on a friendlier expression and seeks out their hostess.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "They'll want you to change before you go into the pool, if you go." Lahja points out the changing area. "It's over there."
<Darkling> Penelope is in a bright orange bikini, matching her newly dyed hair, lounging by the pool with a flock of gawkers.
<Rasia> Change...into what? Rasia scratches her cheek, opting to look for any other familiar faces.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "You certainly stand out. As you should." A compliment I guess?
Corrin shifts from foot to foot, looking down at the pool's ripping surface. No lane lines.) Then up again and around.
<Darkling> She smiles. "Glad you made it."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja wanders off at that to examine the food. Probably for the purpose of getting ideas on what body parts and internal organs they all resemble should anyone she feels like harassing pass by.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "I'm glad you invited me. I'm impressed."
<Darkling> "Most are."
<Rasia> "Rrr..." She really does look utterly lost.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Understandable."
<Darkling> There's a huge assortment of treats and other finger foods. From tiny sausages in a bun, to cupcakes with chocolate and bananas in the middle, topped with strawberries and whipped cream.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Though my own home was much larger, there wasn't a yard to speak of." Not without the proper protective gear.
Rasia wanders aimlessly, hovering outside of groups of people for a few minutes at a time.
<Darkling> You might notice Art in the pool, showing off his athletics by spiking the beach ball into other people's heads.
<Darkling> "Maybe you can show me sometime? A personal tour, hm?" She flutters her eyes.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "For you? Of course."
<Rasia> ...That's something. Forgetting the thing about changing, Rasia jumps over as the beach ball sails towards him, snatching it before splashing in.
<Darkling> Gasps fill the air, then clapping and some hoots.
Rasia holds it over her head, straddling the line between playful and aggression. This feels better, not being afraid of everything...
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Sausages. She could work with this. Almost too easy. She nabs a cupcake for herself and a sausage in a bun. She makes her way over to Corrin, offering him the latter. "Want one, Corrin?"
<Darkling> There's some jeers at the now wet Rasia, and a lot of grins.
Rasia blinks. Not...quite what I wanted. She makes to exit the pool, her wading slow.
<Darkling> "At least give us back the ball." Art blocks her way swatting at it.
Corrin is watching the scene in the pool, remembering certain previous incidents. He jerks around at Lahja's voice. "Lahja. Thanks." he mumbles, taking it before his eyes dart back to the pool.
<Darkling> "I can't wait." Penelope says, then goes back to bantering with the rest of her admirers.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Enjoying yourself?" She asks, looking to the pool.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He leaves her to her admirers.
Rasia flinches, Art easily knocking it from her hands. She tries to bare her teeth at him.
<Darkling> "That's what I thought." He jumps and smacks the ball over her head, coming down in a splash beside her.
<Corrin> "Not really." Corrin replies distractedly. "You?"
<Rasia> Another growl. She shoves the boy, a tremor shooting up her spine. Stop it stop it stop it stop it...
<Darkling> He shoves back and dives into the water swimming away.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "It's alright. Maybe a bad idea, though." She says as she watches Rasia and Art. "Could you tell me your opinion on that bun thing?"
Rasia forces herself to stand and breathe, wading towards the edge of the pool again, trying to heft herself out.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> A pale hand is offered.
<Rasia> She takes it, throwing a glance over at Arthur, wherever he surfaced.
<Darkling> The beach ball smacks Wilhelm in the face, Art looks pleased.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> ". . ."
<Rasia> "--! Hit!"
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Leave it."
<Darkling> Art picks the ball back up and spikes it at another target.
<Corrin> "Bun?" Corrin says, looking at what he's holding and sniffing. "It's got meat in it..." His attention is on the pool again.
Rasia grinds her teeth, knuckles popping.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "And the taste? I might make something like it sometime if people like it."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Revenge comes when least expected." He utters to her.
<Rasia> "..." It's like bottling up a grenade. But, hey, she relaxes.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He eyes her warily. "...perhaps something dry to put on?"
<Rasia> A glance down. "Cold nice."
<Darkling> Another boy thinks so too.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Ah, right, her body heat. "Of course, how could I forget?"
<Rasia> "...food?"
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Yes, lets."
<Darkling> Something is being brough out. Looks like an ice fountain full of punch.
Corrin looks back to Lahja now that things at the pool are cooling down and shrugs. Chomp.
<Darkling> And behind it, a giant inflatable... Aesir?
<Rasia> "..." Which one?
<Darkling> Doesn't actually look like any of the ones at Berlin. More like a half assed mockup.
<Darkling> It gets tossed into the pool and people start climbing all over it.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "I was worried for a while, Corrin. For a moment I thought Lit's meat was the only meat you'd put in your mouth." Lahja smirks, then looks to the Aesir. She takes a bite out of her cupcake.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "...huh." A shake of his head and he goes to examine the spread of food.
Rasia tags behind Wilhelm, dripdrying the whole way.
<Darkling> The sun starts setting, and servents are going around lighting oil torches.
Rasia stuffs her face with snacks, eating a truly remarkable amount. At least, remarkable to anyone who doesn't know her.
<Darkling> There's a bonfire lit off to the side of the property as well now.
Corrin finishes off the bun, now circling the pool and general area. After a while, he heads for the bonfire.
Wilhelm_Faustus keeps away from the fire, frowing at the waves of heat still reaching him.
Rasia sucks her fingers clean, ears perked to see if anything interesting is happening by the bonfire.
<Darkling> Just some people roasting marshmellows and talking.
Rasia creeps a few steps closer, looking over her shoulder a few times to keep an eye on Wilhelm.
<Darkling> People seem to be calming down now that it's getting dark out.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja walks over to the bonfire as well, finishing off her cupcake along the way.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He just stands there, waving to reassure her he's still there.
Rasia slips into the circle of people, ears perked. Now how do I get those marshmallows...
Corrin just stands near the flames, watching them flicker and dance. He looks thoughtful. For once.
<Darkling> There's straw baskets of them sitting at regular intervals.
Rasia wanders closer, picking up a fistful of the sugar puffs and eating more.
<Darkling> No one seems bothered by it at all, or to be shying away from you Rasia.
Rasia looks up at the group, curious of the conversation, cheeks full.
<Darkling> "...so who invited the freaks anyways?" Is what the closest person with their back turned is saying.
<Rasia> "..."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja takes a few marshmallows. But doesn't eat them. Instead she tries to fuse them together.
<Darkling> "Dude, shut up. I think Pen did, and besides, that one girl is -mad- hot."
<Darkling> "Yeah, did you see her when she jumped in the pool. I think she gave everyone here a boner."
Rasia licks her teeth, figuring out very fast why marshmallows are supposed to be eaten less than five at a time.
<Rasia> "Bone?" She finally blurts.
<Darkling> "I know I did... whu?" The guy turns around to face Rasia. "Oh.. shit."
Rasia stares at him, drooling on herself.
<Darkling> "Uh.. dude.. say something." He looks back at her dumbfounded.
Corrin is oblivious, still looking at the blaze. The crackling drowns out the noise of the others. The odd spark and piece of ash don't matter, even if they make his eyes water. It's warm.
<Rasia> "..."
<Darkling> "You, uh, having fun?" He asks.
<Rasia> "...no." Another marshmallow disappears. Did she even chew? #5"Party strange."
<Darkling> "But you, uh, like marshmallows?" He looks nervous, sweating a bit.
<Rasia> "Good!" She offers one.
<Darkling> He reaches out to take it, twiching a bit.
Rasia eats two more, cocking her head. Wound up...
<Darkling> He pops it in his mouth as if it might be expected to explode at any moment.
Wilhelm_Faustus watches Rasia a bit longer, then moves off to find Lahja.
Rasia licks her teeth, staring holes in him.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja tears up her marshmallow fusion just a bit, giving it crude arms and legs. When Wilhelm approaches she shakes at at him and speaks in a higher voice than usual. "Hello, Wilhelm. I am made of marshmallows."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "...indeed you are."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "So..." She goes on in a more normal voice. "What brings you to my corner of solitude in a crowd?"
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "I have something I need to do, I need you to keep Corrin from involving our guardian."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Oh? I can try, within reason. I don't suppose you'll tell me what this something is, will you?"
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Does it matter?"
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "It does. If you're going to go sneak off with Penelope I'll have to avoid being seen with you in public again." She says, in a manner that doesn't sound entirely serious.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Ah, so you've caught on to my plan."
<Darkling> The boy holds up a marshmallow to Rasia finally, offering one back to her.
<Rasia> She snaps it up, fast enough to make him fear for his fingers, leaving him with four red streaks and a thin coating of saliva as a thank you while she chews.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Just give the word and I'll distract."
<Darkling> He cringes and snatches his hand back. "Enjoy.." Then he's off, pushing his buddy away as well.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Keep an eye on Rasia as well. I'll send you a message when I'm finished."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> With that he slinks off.
Rasia cocks her head. #5"But..."
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja nods, then makes her way over to Corrin. She walks a bit awkwardly, deliberately tripping and falling over with a grunt along the way.
<Darkling> The boy is still watching you Rasia, just from afar.
Rasia waves!
<Darkling> His friend waves back.
Rasia looks around, having lost track of her copilots.
Corrin has just started to move away from the blaze, having finally had enough of the heat. "Lahja?" he asks, blinking through soot-encrusted eyes.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja gets up, muttering under her breath. She runs her fingers through her hair after brushing her hands off. "Pi... Corrin. I wanted to ask you something."
<Rasia> Hmf. They're busy and I lost Wilhelm... ! She searches, wandering away from the fire.
<Darkling> You might also note the bright orange bikini clad hostess is gone.
<Rasia> "..."
Corrin is rubbing his face with a sleeve. "Go ahead."
<Corrin> *, Lahja.
Rasia sulks back towards the circle, rejoining New Friend and New Friend 2.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Are you feeling alright, Corrin?"
<Darkling> They startle at your approach. "Uh, hi again."
<Darkling> The second whispers to the first. "She's going to murder us..."
Rasia lifts her head. "Candy?"
Corrin bobs his head, eyes irritated from both the soot and rubbing. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just got a bit too close to the fire. Had an idea." He shrugs.
<Darkling> "I think there is some by the food." He points at the arrangement of snacks.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "I was feeling a little sick. I don't know if I should blame the fire or the food. What was your idea?"
Rasia looks down at their hands. She meant the marshmallows, actually...
<Darkling> They look on at her confused.
<Rasia> Do they have any?
<Darkling> They're holding one of the baskets actually.
Rasia grabs a fistful, stuffing her face. That upset look again.
<Darkling> He holds the basket out to her.
Rasia takes it, balancing it gingerly on one hand.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Wilhelm reapperas, approaching Corrin and Lahja.
Corrin heads over, lowering his voice as he speaks. He's learning? "I was just thinking...we could use fire against the enemy. Flamethrowers to get rid of the meat."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "...it wouldn't work. Now pack it in, our...guardian...is here for us."
<Darkling> The boy smiles weakly. "I'm Charlie."
Rasia points at herself with her free hand. #5"Rasia. Charlie nice."
<Darkling> "I'm glad you aren't trying to hurt us."
<Rasia> "..." Baaack to confused stare.
<Darkling> "You're a dumbass." He gets an elbow to his ribs.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja nods to Wilhelm. "I'm ready to leave."
Corrin looks up at the sound of the other pilot's voice, straightening. "Got it. Let's go, then."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He nods to the two before approaching Rasia and her new friends.
<Darkling> The boys stare at him as he approaches.
Rasia swivels her head, following their gazes. She sets the basket down, stealing five last marshmallows.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> He frowns slightly at the heat from the fire. "Time to go Rasia." He holds out a hand.
<Rasia> A quiet nod. She waves at the boys before taking his hand. The fire's got her sweating. Or maybe it's all that fucking sugar. Either way.
<Darkling> "You should totally bang that dude. Marshmallows are your way in." The one boy whispers to Charlie as they leave.
<Darkling> Madeline meets them in the house and escorts everyone to the APC, driving them home.
<Darkling> "I hope you had fun." It's sad that you can tell by her tone she doesn't actually give the slightest damn.
Rasia frowns, curling up in her chair.
<Darkling> "I have news for you. We will be entertaining a guest soon. They will be arriving in the next month and staying with us for some indefinite amount of time. Your regular guardian should also be back from his re-training by then."
<Rasia> "..."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Who is this guest?"
<Darkling> "Classified."
<Wilhelm_Faustus> Snort.
<Darkling> "Until then, I expect you to all keep up an acceptable behavior."
<Rasia> "Good..." She mumbles to herself.
<Corrin> "Yes, ma'am." Corrin replies quickly.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> A hand lands on your head, ruffling hair as if to tell her she is indeed good.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "Understood."
<Darkling> They pull up to the apartment, and are let out.
<Darkling> "Good." She says. "Upstairs, now."
Rasia crawls out, speedwalking for the elevator.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> Lahja moves out. The mention of the guest has her curious.
<Darkling> The elevator moves them up swiftly to their apartment.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "Someone else with a stick up their ass. With her and Corrin already here, we'll have a full set." He nudges Lahja as he whispers.
<Lahja_Ilvainen> "It's only bad until you've been around someone who keeps a porcupine up there." Lahja whispers.
<Wilhelm_Faustus> "...ouch."
<Darkling> With a final ping, the elevator doors part to their apartment revealing that their guest has already arrived.
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