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Post by CASSIEL on Apr 15, 2013 20:31:01 GMT -8
Pale fingers drummed in a steady cadence as the hand slide briskly along an oaken railing. Cas was mesmerized by every detail of the large caved, further hallowed and redesigned to accommodate the gorillas that occupied the grotto. From what he could tell, this had to be some sort of study, a wide auditorium with a ceiling opening revealing the open sky. The second story was most similar to that of a terrace, lined with book shelves, and abundant with open desks and chairs. He followed the narrow spiral staircase directly towards the bottom, his eyes viewing the empty arena that was constructed.
Reaching the body, Cas motioned between the body dummies, which were just the torsos of rubber isolated mannequins. They each sat on a weight to allow for practice, and moving past them he found several lines of punching bags and other exercise machines. For whatever reason, the Gorillas thought that a study above a huge gym floor would be nice - reading and working went well together. Like peanut butter and jelly.
Placing a hand on the idle bag, the boy started to think back to the outside world. He's been here for nothing more than a few days, and that was considered lucky. Twelve years he was struttin' around with a power, and it took twelve years to find out. Clenching a fist, he delivered a short jab to the sand-filled bag, and watched it bend and throw back from his strength.
I could have hidden this. Others, they got it hard. I'm a sap, I could be out of 'er if I just kept it secret. Cas mused, half upset with his actions. But this was his life now, and had been for the last week. He was thrown in with a bunch of people he didn't know and expected to survive. He got the snot beat out of him on day one, and then that ape of a man Gozu asked him to join. And so he did, for what reason? Just another pawn to a giant game of chess.
Stumbling away from the bag, he found a bench to be much more his style of exercise. Laying on it, he let his emerald eyes trace the gave ceiling, watching that one small little hole that let the sunlight in.
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Post by ICICLE on Apr 16, 2013 18:50:48 GMT -8
The game was in play, each person was a piece of the puzzle that could not be replaced. Yet no matter how she looked at this world they had been tossed into. Her mind could not wrap around it. Here in this place it was divided into three very different fractions each one seeming to have a problem with the other at certain times. A small sigh slipped from her lips as the throbbing within her head started to increase once more. No matter how much she looked at it the pain only seemed to grow worse when her mind wandered back toward the past. A warning if she ever noticed one.
The memories she had as a child broke on the day she was taken. Icicle could still see their faces as her 'cursed' nature became known. At first they had tired to hide it. Explaining to her that she must never use it, but how can one use something that she could not control? So on that faithful day she was once more thrown into disarray this time by the people who had promised to protect her. The pounding in her head increased another stage, this time more painful than before. Slim fingers disappeared from her side to slide against her right eye pressing it against her skin as if that would clam her. All she had to do was stop thinking of the past and it would go away. A deep breath was followed as her body came to a still motion, her breathing became harsh as she willed her body to listen.
She could not say how long she had stood there with one hand pressed against her face, the other against the wall for some support. When the pain had finally passed and she was once again back to normal her fingers slipped from her face as her body straightened itself once more. The feeling of coldness reached the tips of her fingers as her eyes focused on the hallway before her. With her mind in such pain she had not heard the sound of someone beating against the mannequins.
With shaky legs she started to walk once more. Her feet clicking against the ground as it carried her into the larger room. Eyes moved from the ground toward the ceiling as it opened wide to show the lines of books before they moved back to the punching bags. That is when she saw him, laying on the bench his eyes locked upon the ceiling. Placing her hands behind her backs he intertwined them as her eyes followed his line of sight.
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Post by RORY on Apr 17, 2013 13:47:10 GMT -8
Life had gotten considerably better after she had found her companion. Such a step didn't make life any easier though. Area D wasn't for the faint of heart, after all. Plus, even though Rory and Sebastian had each other, they both knew that the two of them couldn't face the entire population of prisoners on their own if they had to; not even if they tried. They needed to find comrades; allies that would have their backs. Plus, Rory was a girl of many interests. She thrived off of socialization and keeping to herself for so long had really been quite the struggle. Of course she had Sebastian now but she could tell that even he wouldn't mind her discussing trivial matters with other, more invested ears.
She was leading the way through another hall in this alien place. Rory was keen to explore every crevice she could uncover and today was no different. At the moment, they were in some sort of space; she didn't really know. Anyways, she was ahead of Sebastian by a few paces, her arms crossed over her chest as she investigated her surroundings with genuine curiosity. "Whoa, look at this one." She was standing before a large door that had been left ajar. Most of the doors they would pass were shut tightly, warding off those who did not belong there. This one was different, however. She pushed it open and entered quietly, her eyes scanning the terrace-like surroundings they had stumbled upon. The setting was very elegant, reminiscent of her old home life. Rory looked back at Sebastian to assure he had followed her in before turning around and proceeding to the edge of the first floor.
They had arrived a bit later than the other woman, and were treated to the scene of the blonde eyeing the man on the bench. Rory was silent as she watched them, instantly intrigued. She couldn't tell who these people were, nor if they were faces she would recognize. For now she would stay above them, glancing over at her friend. "Come on, Seb. You walk so slow sometimes." Rory muttered, gesturing to her side in hopes he would join her to share the view from below. "That guy down there looks really familiar now that I think about it..."
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Post by SEBASTIAN on Apr 17, 2013 20:40:47 GMT -8
He moved along at steady pace, eyes focused on the book in his hands. Sebastian had picked up a book from the library earlier in the day, and spent his time thoroughly disecting the philosophies of Frederick Nietzsche; particularly his section on human morals. Including a theory that placed them in one of two categories: the slave and the master. The slave, represented the herd or the general populus of society, and acted with great concern for the acceptance of others. The master, however, was not master over the slaves; instead, the master (Ubermensche) aimed to acquire mastery over one's self. Rather than acting from fear of disproval, he acts from a place of self-betterment, emersing himself in a world of self defined morals.
But as Rory called to him from down the hall, he finished thumbing through his book, neatly folding it's corner before slamming it shut. Holding the paperback at his right side, he stuffed his available hand in his pocket, removing it only once he reached her side. "Yeah, yeah," he mouthed calmly to her comment about his speed. Of course he was slow, why rush through life? If you take the time to slow down, you may notice something truly beautiful. Something that you would miss otherwise, to busy distracted by the fast pace of your life.
Reaching the edge of the terrace, his arms found comfort resting along the oaken railing. The hue of his gaze befell the two below who had yet to speak themselves, a women and a familiar young man. The blonde who approached seemed rather distant, yet her eyes spoke otherwise, watching Cassiel as he lifted. As she noticed his eyes, hers only seemed to follow, proving at least mild interest in the man before her. But Rory begged another question, recognizing the face of their guest just as he had. He had only spoken a few words to guy, yet he remembered him better than the social butterfly who befriended him in the first place. "Cassiel, he declared, both answering her question and warranting his attention. His voice seemed neither excited nor cold, just loud enough to reach the ears below.
Turning away from his childhood friend, his feet carried him through the spiraling staircase that led to their floor. Sebastians fingers merely traced the wooden handrails for the first few steps, but he quickly found a better route. Shifting atop the bar, he slid down along its surface, legs extended as he accelerated. He landed with surprising grace, beckoning the dramatic bow that followed. While his friend had made the initiative, Sebastian and Cassiel got along quite well. Another one of the few people he trusted enough to joke with, their overlapping classes proving more fruitful than the tour Rory had given him. "Didn't expect to see your ugly mug here, he muttered, his placid face hiding the apparent sarcasm.
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Post by CASSIEL on Apr 17, 2013 22:27:34 GMT -8
There was that feeling, a tickle that snaked through his skin, and tapped at his mind. That haunting whisper of no words, but of pure feeling. A caution that would force a peek. That feeling of being watched. Cas was hit by it like a truck, but he wasn't motivated to confirm if his instincts were just fooling around. In truth, it never really left him in Area D, it was just now that he felt it so much more. When the commotion had died down, and he was left staring fifty feet to the cave ceiling, there was nothing to distract from that drum, that whisper, that sensation.
Cassiel was so lost in thought that when he heard voices, he overlooked them, even when one word vaguely reminded him of his own name. Familiar voices at that, his past calling back to him, maybe some leftover guilt at his own vanity. Such a hidable power. Its invisible for Christ's sake! Why did I have to try n' impress those wankers.... An everlasting regret remained, as that freedom he once possessed was ripped from his grasp, and instead replaced with the bars of a birdcage. I need to stop getting so deep. I think I might be caught up in this crazy 'high-society' conceptual lifestyle these gorillas try to live by.
This time, those jade eyes caught the movement of a figure, and he realized the voices from early were real, and more importantly, were familiar. Cassiel forced his body up with ease, raising a brow at the ebony haired man, while somewhat noticing the idle female far beyond him, a silent sentinel that may have been watching him for quite awhile
The situation probably should have called for a more surprised reaction, but Cas would only find himself with a wide grin, "So that's your power, init? Broken eyes? That's brutal, I'm sorry! Truly!" The man laughed, brushing the silvery blond hair from his face as he swung off the bench to a full stand. "I heard about you gettin' dragged out here. I figured you were lonely, so I came to keep you company, he lied obviously, though the first half was true. The reputation of the altered far proceeded what they ever believed or knew, a constant mark of shame for the family.
"The pretty blond here too? Uh, Rory was her name? I heard her name too, though it was quiet awhile ago." he inquired casually, spending no time for reunion.
Again Cas' attention fell back to the stiff blond, probably now she would have noticed, as he had to lean a bit to the left or right to see around his friend. She was... peculiar. Or creepy. Definitely the latter if she really had been starin' at him, but maybe he was just conceited for thinking that's what she was doing.
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Post by ICICLE on Apr 18, 2013 8:32:07 GMT -8
She had of course been staring at the person sa he laid upon the bench. Really did that make her a creeper? Yes, even though the whole time she was wishing that he would move so that she may sit upon it. When he finally did his eyes touched upon her figure before moving toward the others that had appeared. She was not good with these types of things. Opening her mouth and speaking never worked for the female so she usually kept them shut.
When the bench was finally free she moved with stiff legs to sit down upon it. Crossing one over the other she pulled her eyes away from the group. Ah she really needed to learn how to speak to people she did not know. Sitting here with that Mask of Ice upon her features was not going to help her in the future while making friends. Wait she was actually thinking of making friends within this hell whole?
Those who were strong lived, those who are weak never seemed to make it. Alright she had to gain some sort of movement in her attitude if she was going to actually speak to people around her. But every time she opened her mouth she felt it shut once more. It seems that the female was going to stay silent for fear of making a complete ass of herself, on top of being in a group that seemed to know one other she was oddly nervous of speaking.
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Post by RORY on Apr 18, 2013 12:56:51 GMT -8
The sudden recollection of who the fair-haired boy was down below instantly made for a more interesting time. As soon as his name had left Sebastian's lips, a light bulb of sorts blinked on in her brain as the memory of a tour she had given the boy in question emerged into view. "Oh, yes. That one." She muttered before abruptly leaving the railing to follow her friend down the stairs. He had already reached the bottom, leaving Rory to huff it down on her own. She rolled her eyes at his bow but didn't say a word.
The two came up to the bench and swapped words. Rory stayed silent at first, her eyes wandering to the ghostly female who was still merely observing. She wished to gesture over to her to join but refrained, thinking it best to let the girl wander over on her own. Rory returned her gaze to Cassiel, smiling at him when he had guessed her name. "Nice to see you again, Cassiel. You look... well, I suppose." She looked over to Sebastian next. "Why, it seems you have more fans than I previously thought." Rory said with a grin in regards to Cassiel saying he, too, followed him in. Their acquaintance was not nearly as strong as the one Cassiel shared with Sebastian. He was, however, an easy face to remember. As was his personality.
Rory watched the girl spring from her standing position on to the vacant spot on the bench. She looked away from the trio silently. The girl looked as if she wanted to say something, but couldn't quite put the right words together. With a bright smile upon her face, Rory greeted her warmly. "Hello, miss! Oh how pleasant it is to see other members of my own sex down here. For a while I thought I was the only one." A small laugh escaped her lips as she let out the casual joke. Starting conversations with humor was always a good way to win people's hearts. At least, to Rory it was.
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Post by SEBASTIAN on Apr 18, 2013 20:23:55 GMT -8
Sebastian couldn't help but to chuckle, returning Cassiel's banter with a bit of his own rubbish, "Blimey! The supernova turned you into a raging queer ay? Oh, no...you were always this flamboyant." He would have extended his hand to shake, but the nature of his ability might prove destructive in the hands of his friend. That was something he just couldn't allow, roughin' up pretty boy over here. Instead, he slapped him on the shoulder, the contact between his palm and the fabric reducing it to dust. And as the particles floated away, revealing his thin body, Sebastian spoke at once, "Damn mate, lookin' a bit like dracula. How long has it been since you've seen the sun?" Another sarcastic shot for old times sake, one that likely left his friend guessing 'what just happened'.
"Yeah, goldy locks is back there," he finished, glancing back to Rory as she came to join them. But Rory had other interest, and decided to pursue the quiet girl who'd done nothing but eavesdrop this far. Rolling the cuffs to his dress shirt, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and made his way over to the icicle. She looked a bit nervous to say the least, and as he closed he gap between them, he leaned in close. Bringing his face from a towering height, down to her eye-level. "Well aren't you tidy, why you got a strop on?" he mused, extending his hand with a smile. He wasn't particularly outgoing himself, but he also wasn't shy, it was usually just his lack of initiative that left him virtually friendless. But as his friend had suggested, he need to make allies. Perhaps this girl was interested.
ooc: sorry guys, only had time for a quick one.
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Post by CASSIEL on Apr 20, 2013 9:09:48 GMT -8
Rory offered a few words before trailing off to the other women, but only after he managed to let a few words slip, "Believe me, beautiful, the pleasure is definitely all mine." he held a genuine smile as she strolled away watching her frame bounce with each step she took in admiration. Ignoring the urge for a comeback against his mate, he simple whispered over, "You're lucky I'm Christian, bud, my words are limited. But more importantly, look at you, you lucky dog. Get thrown in prison, but not without that dote." He'd wink playfully nudging an elbow into his friend's side.
Was there anything going on between those two? Who knew, but the fact that they spent so much time together was justification enough to toy with the man. It was possibly due to such the carefree attitude Seb expressed; Cas just wanted to get a hoot out of the man's face, get under his skin a little. Of course, in a friendly way of course, no malicious intentions.
When Cas' shoulder was slapped, and his shirt fell apart, revealing his pale and toned frame, he furrowed his brows at the git. "Sweet. It's bloody cold in here, and you go'n and do that?" It would still summon a small chuckle, as he followed them over - though not without taking note of the touch. What caused it? Was that his power, the ability to destroy clothes. That might make for an interesting shag. He had the urge to comment on it, but instead refrained from more 'bro-chatter.'
Cas followed up behind his friend who had an extended hand out towards the woman, and commented jokingly. "Don't touch 'em, miss. His powers are to burn your clothes off, look what he did to poor old me!" he laughed, his platinum blond hair falling in his face, forcing a hand to brush it away again. "I'm Cassiel, by the way. I figured you'd like to know the name of somewhat you stalk," he winked jokingly, hoping she would pick up on the humor.
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Post by ICICLE on Apr 21, 2013 13:07:12 GMT -8
Even though she wished to join in the group Icicle felt herself once more close out to the people. Still judging to see if they would wish her any sort of physical harm. She was slightly content to just sit there and watch the others until the small figured female came bouncing over toward her. Her voice caught the female off guard before she was right there with a smile plastered onto her face. Soon after a warm greeting was offered to her that caused even the Ice of Queen to melt.
The muscles within her face seemed to relax and without meaning to she felt a small tug upon the right side of her face. It seemed a dam had been opened from just the small female walking over. Soon the man she had stepped forward with came to stand along wit her. Speaking in a way that had Icy do a double take. The hand that was offered lay within the same between them before she reached her hand upward to take a hold of it.
Only having it come to a small halt as the platinum blond started to speak to them. A brow was risen before she wrapped her hand around the hand of Sebastian to give it a small shake before slipping her fingers from it.
"It was not really stalking, stalking would be following you around. I was merely watching what you were watching at the time" a small smile came with her answer before she figured that she would have to at least tell them her name. Her eyes moved from all three before landing on the young female. "I am Icicle. It is nice to meet you all. I take it that there are not many female's within the group for such a comment?" her question came after she spoke her name to the rather tight knit group.
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Post by RORY on Apr 21, 2013 16:21:07 GMT -8
The comment Cassiel had thrown at her as she had turned her back made her grin and roll her eyes. Always the charmer, that one. She mused mentally. Even when she had been first introduced to the fair-haired pretty-boy he never failed to make an impression. "You aren't too bad, yourself, dear Cas." She called back before greeting the other girl.
Rory was delighted to see the other girl smile back at her so readily. She would have never guessed the coldness that hid behind the small grin. Her delight grew when Sebastian came over and offered his own greeting to her. She thought of saying something along the lines of "that's how it's done" or "good work", but just grinned smugly at him instead. Her eyes speaking of the approval she felt for him. The fact that he was honoring her wish to branch out pleased her greatly.
And then Cassiel came over, last to the party of course. She snickered at his missing shirt and averted her gaze quickly, the smirk still upon her features. "Seb would never do such a thing to someone who does not deserve it." Rory muttered towards Cassiel before answering the girl who had finally spoken. "Sadly. I have yet to see a good group of us females anywhere in these quarters." She sighed after she had finished her sentence. More girls to do 'girl-talk' with would be nice- well- Rory glanced at Cassiel. He could probably work, too.
"Ooh, Icicle. I see. What an interesting name." She mused, this time aloud. "I like it." Rory said decidedly after minimal contemplation. "Where are you from, Icicle? I hail from England, as does this brute right here." She threw a light punch into Seb's rib to indicate which brute she was talking about.
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Post by SEBASTIAN on Apr 24, 2013 15:15:20 GMT -8
Cassiel was the same old flatterer as always, always making an attempt to impress the ladies, but Sebastian caught a hint of jealousy in his words and returned it with a bit of laughter. "Maybe I'll teach you someday, kid," he chuckled, belittling the irish man's womanizing skills. His attention shortly shifted to the woman his friend approached, and he joined her to introduce himself, shaking hands despite Cassiel's warning. At last her lips parted, and she conquered an apparent discomfort, revealing quite the peculiar name. She spoke in a proper manner, one that seemed rigid and trained, and he quickly assumed her to be of the upperclass. Likely the reason she'd been selected to join Gozu's group, beyond whatever powers lay at her disposal.
As she asked Rory about the presence of females, Sebastian felt the need to chime in, offering his usual sarcasm. "Well, you seem to be the only woman in this group," he grinned, shooting a quick glance to Rory as if anticipating a response. But to be fair, there was certainly a lower presence of women amongst the South, though it wasn't nearly as lacking as the East – where boys ruled like savages. All the men had apparently flocked to the West or the South, embracing their worship of women, or finding it within themself to pursue a higher state of being. Personally, Sebastian had merely joined the faction for its philosophies, and the sophisticated nature of those within, a type of person he was well accustomed to.
"I've got to be a brute, with this clumsy lot," Sebastian laughed, placing his hand on Rory's head with a light ruffle. "Who else would beat up the bullies that stole her lunch money," he continued, implying that it was something that happened often. Rory may have seemed quite rowdy and outgoing, but a truly gentle being lay beneath the facade, and someone as sensitive as her needed someone to look out for her. Sebastian was able to compensate for her emotional qualities with a touch of rationale and a dash of calm; but she easily offset his neutral and quiet behavior, withdrawing the persona behind a carefree gaze.
A few people littered the area, focused on their studies and training. The men of this group worked diligently to hone both their body and mind, so as the group socialized amongst their quarter, they were approached by another figure. A towering man, his massive body thickly knotted in muscle and scarred beyond repair, placed a dark-skinned, leathery hand upon Cassiel's shoulder. He gripped it tightly, revealing a much gentler expression as he spoke, as well as the glowing white teath beneath his dark mottled lips. "Since you guys aren't busy, how about a bit of of training?" he boomed in a heavy, deep voice. His eyes shifted to the small irish boy beneath his palm, and when eye-contact was established, he gave a subtle wink. His hand was incredible massive on Cassiel's shoulder, and this man seemed to easily outweigh him by more than a few hundred pounds.
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Post by CASSIEL on Apr 24, 2013 20:51:10 GMT -8
"Woah! Relax, miss. I'm just playin'" he smiled, a mouthful of white being exposed. She was such a well-mannered, and composed woman, that it was definitely entertaining to ruffle the immaculate feathers of this bird. She even reacted in a semi-robotic way - peculiar.
The two women seemed to connect immediately, and their matching vocabulary made for a humorous scene. Sisters almost, the way they spoke, and how formal and proper their language was. They strayed away from the common terms, and spoke in a pretentious matter. Bloody... Even scientists would find these girls 'robotic.' he thought, his smirk not growing anymore to show how amused he was.
For the most part, Cassiel felt out of place within the crowd, as the only one that spoke on his level was the other male. However, he was busy reminiscing with his old mate, leaving the fair-haired youth to lose himself in thought. While the girls picked at the fact that females were scarce in their gang, Cas still understood how they ended up among the intelligent beings. "I mean, I'm smart, sure. But no way in 'ell do I relate to these cats. And philosophy, and metaphysics and stuff I don't really fancy. But Gozu still pointed at me, peculiar."
A hand landed on his shoulder to bring him out of the mindset. His head rotated and followed up a large frame belonging to a black man that spoke in baritone. And then he winked. "Eh... heh... heh. No offense, bud- but this ain't exactly fair! You're seven times my size, mate!" he laughed nervously, more afraid for being thrown into a submission than anything. Some part of him believed that would summon forth intimate actions from this guy.
All the while, another, equally as large, white man came from behind Sebastian. His flexed chest was thick with hair, and he possessed none but a simple navy speedo, fitted to his frame. His square jaw was hidden under a finely kept beard that connected to to a buzzed hair cut. Russian was thick within his voice, and he looked down on Cas' friend with lustful eyes. "Yees, and I vill get thees woon." he boomed with a grin inbetween wet lips.
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Post by ICICLE on Apr 25, 2013 5:47:49 GMT -8
She could not seem to keep track of all three of them at once. They spoke to each other like they knew one other for a long time, she figured they were friends. When the female mused out loud about her name she simply nodded slowly to her. "Yes it rather is a odd name" the teasing going on between the one named Sebastian and the one called Rory was not missed by her eyes. How the male seemed to tease the female by hinting that she was not a 'woman' but rather a child. Her eyes moved to land on Rory as she allowed her facial muscles to relax enough to smile a little towards her. "I come from America, New York."
The warmth within her eyes seemed to shimmer out when the larger male came to stand behind Cassiel soon to be joined by another one touching upon Sebastian. It seems her peaceful river was being disturb by them. Her eyes narrowed upon their faces as she listened to Cassiel laugh out his answer. It was a nervous type of laugh something she had seen people do when they were scared or in a position that they could not truly relax.
"Annoying" came her voice. Ice coating it as her eyes stared at the two large men. They had been speaking rather nicely, she was getting along well with this group. The fact that they had stepped up towards them and disturb it caused the woman to shimmer with anger.
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Post by RORY on Apr 29, 2013 10:36:17 GMT -8
She flinched away from his hand on her head, petting down the frazzled strands he had angered with his fingers. Rory grimaced at him as she fixed her hair but didn't challenge his claims. What he said was the truth, he had always looked out for her, even when she felt it unnecessary. The security he provided her was not something she would argue with, though.
"Oh, New York! I've always wished to see it." Rory exclaimed in response to the answer Icicle had provided. That dream would never be realized, unfortunately. She was stuck here indefinitely after all.
And then two monstrous-looking, albeit strangely feminine, men approached Cassiel and Sebastian. Rory, in an attempt to evade their hands, sat herself right next to Icicle and nodded in agreement with her cold words. She stifled a giggle at their flirtatious exchanges but felt the humor fade when a fight was proposed. Rory sat still, looking between the two smaller men with the hands on their shoulders. "They'd love to!" She offered happily to the brutish men who had approached them. Why not, right? Rory leaned into Icicle as she spoke to her in a hushed tone. "This will make for great entertainment."
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