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the final hour.
You donât know how long youâve been in the Ghost Realm. Time seems to unravel here and, with each new terrain that your team explores, a sinking feeling fills your gut. The search for the magestone seems to be a hopeless endeavor. Doubts have begun to fill your mind.Â
Does your team even know how to get back?
You think, perhaps it's time to turn around. The odds arenât in your favor. Itâs only time until your rations run out, until your team turns a foul path, and you find yourselves as fresh citizens of this realm. Screw the magestone!Â
You turn on your heelsâ Then, a bright light engulfs you.Â
You find yourself atop a castle bridge, the wind howling. Itâs not as shocking as the first warp that youâve experienced. What is shocking, however, is the increase of familiar faces around you. Your teammates, all of your schoolmates whoâve embarked on this dauntless task, have been gathered here. You stare at each other in astonishment, but the reunion doesnât last for long.Â
âThere they are!â You hear a shout from afar. On the other end of the bridge, a squadron of ghost-knights barge in. âThose are the living folk that have been terrorizing our citizens! Arrest them!â The knights begin to charge, everyone has no choice but to run.Â
The only exit throws everyone into the castleâs audience chamber. Itâs grand, itâs spacious. Thereâs plenty of routes for people to run, plenty of objects to hide behind, but most noticeablyâ
âItâs the magestone!â You hear someone gasp. You turn your head around to the end of the hall, where the stone rests caged and atop of a pillar. It gleams beneath the firelight, a beautiful shimmer. Youâre about to make a run towards it, but then every door slams open. More troops pile in. They begin to surround everyoneâ Itâs time to think fast!
OOC INFORMATION BELOW THE CUT.
Will the planets align ever so nicely?
Emberâs eyes flickered up to the student standing before him in the all but abandoned library. He tries to remember his name, for though the pair had not met prior, Ember could swear he seems familiar.
And he hated it when people knew of him without him knowing them in return.
âYou want your fate foretold?â He asks, rhetorically of course, âSit and hold out your hands. Would you like past, present, or future?â
He speaks clearly in a memorized script, gently closing his book and setting it on the table. He quickly folds up his sleeves and mentally checks over himself, debating warning the student that he may faint in the process.
ââŚalso, what is your name? I donât believe weâve met before.â
Read Me
@threadedwheels
Nightraven University housed a very high end selection of students. Among them were princes, heirs, celebrities, not to mention Clementine himself.
He had heard of him around school. Ember Parca. Apparently he was to become the next Oracle, blessed with the gift of powerful clairvoyance. And apparently, he was open for readings.
Clementine didn't care how much he had to pay, he wanted a reading, just to be able to say that he got one. A reading from the future Oracle... what an honor, what an occasion, what a talking point at dinner parties for years to come.
He wasn't really taking this all that seriously. It was a novelty to him, at best. He was kind of curious to hear what would be said about his future, because he didn't have any plans for it himself (except for maybe one), so maybe he'd hear something interesting. But he wasn't sure if he believed in stuff like this, honestly... he was open to the idea of it, but definitely not sold.
When he got the tip that Ember usually hung out in a secluded corner of the courtyard, he got ready immediately, and quickly went over to see if he was there. Someone was. It looked like Jinxie's little boyfriend. Were they seriously the same person...? That was interesting and a half.
Gracefully, he strode over to where Ember was seated. "Good afternoon. Ember Parca?" He tilted his head sweetly, smiling softly. The picture of innocence.
If there was anything Ember hated about his future role and his familyâs name- it was the weight it carried.
Well⌠if he was honest with himself he hated many things about his fate, but he was anything but.
It wasnât as if his family was incredibly well known. Once upon a time, yes. The Fates controlled your life, the three sisters, named for these forces, that he descended from knew every detail from the moment you were born to your last breath. You told people you were related to them and you were akin to a child of the Great Seven.
Nowadays, being a Parca was akin to being a⌠âMagicam celebrityâ, as his sibling put it. If you had any interest in divination then, yes, you knew of the Parca family.
If you werenât? Ember seemed to just be some weird man with a staring problem and a penchant for glowing gold. But, to receive a fortune would still give you bragging rights.
All this to say, when the student who was being flirtatious and frustrating to his boyfriend came up to him, he had a suspicion about what he was going to ask for.
âYes?â He said, eyes flickering up from his notebook for a moment, ââŚitâs Clementine, correct?â
AFTER finding nothing of note from that ruined castle, leaving the area was a given butâ the venture only led the group into another strange place.
the remains of a dead forest surrounds them. the path ahead was dark, decorated with dried leaves & torn off tree bark. utterly perfect for alerting anyone nearby of their location with just one misstep.
ortho did his best to assist by shining a light ahead for the group to see. reflecting on the path like bright flashlights from the android's eyesâ it made the trek just a bit easier.
â ahâ i see something ! â
ortho had mostly been quiet during their walk, but when he spotted an old backpack among the ruins he brightened up.
reaching down for the bag, the miracle was proven to be TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE when ortho's light highlighted another.
the owner of the bag, very displeased.
@hyaina @vipetriol @threadedwheels @troisfleur
troisfleurâ:
NO USE IN wasting breath suggesting they step lightly or stay alert when the world can tilt from right underneath their feet.
Case in point: the certainty of a hall gives way to (would-be) greenery, gnarled trees that look as though theyâve seen better days. Thereâs a faint crackle in the air like lightning should still be on the horizon.
And Ortho has already found them trouble. This time, though, Trey is ready:
âOrtho! Haha, there you are.â Thereâs a spectral form hovering in the light that illuminates the path; just out of sight in shadow is their prize. We dare not stop, or waste a dropâ
Trey jogs up to Ortho. âGood thing youâre giving us some light. Pretty easy to get lost around here. Iâm sorry if my friend startled you.â So let the paint be spread.
Simple, easy. No more bag. Only a pile of leaves.
âł @hyainaââ / @threadedwheelsââ / @vipetriolââ / @99lostsoulsââ. âŁď¸
Ruggie thinks, heâs had enough tumbling for the day. His back has gone awfully stiff, undoubtedly a result from being thrown against every surface imaginable. Heâs lucky that the forest floor is soft, monochromatic earth giving away beneath his weight, and perhaps the hyena would feel a sense of relief if they werenât in this ghost realm. Â
Thereâs a pop from Ruggieâs shoulder as he rolls it, evoking a hiss as he makes a half-hearted effort in keeping with his teamâs steps. His uniformâs soiled with midnight paint; itâs gonna be a bitch to wash out from Savanaclawâs leather. Hyena ears switch as he hears Ortho speak, then arch backwards as the light hits an ominous face. Ruggie takes a step back, then another, until he maneuvers himself to crouch behind Emberâsâ a much taller teammateâ figure.Â
âStartled me?â Ruggie hears the ghost say as he silently kneels onto the ground. He inches towards the underbush, movement light. âThat bratâs trying to steal my bag!â Pale eyes flicker back to see the ghost pointing accusingly at Ortho. â--And what are a bunch of you living folk doinâ out here, anyway?!â Â
Ruggie doesnât jump in to help de-escalate the commotion. His paws are in the bushes, rummaging around until he plucks something juicy from the thicketâ A cluster of mushrooms.Â
Ruggie rolls a 4 and harvest Mushrooms! Mushrooms: Youâre desperate to eat something and this is the only thing you have. Roll 1d20.Â
âOhhhâ!â He exclaims, then immediately hushes as his gaze dashes back towards his team. He silently places it into his vestâs inner-pocket, refusing to alert the team of his finding.Â
@troisfleurâ / @threadedwheelsââ / @vipetriolââ / @99lostsoulsââ.Â
Ember doesnât know if itâs the ghost realm or the sheer fact that so much has happened at once, but he finds himself incredibly confused.
Ruggie hiding behind him, an angry ghost in front of him, and the rest of his team staring between Ortho and the ghost.
ââŚYes, weâre lost, is all,â He agrees, hearing Ruggie sneak around behind him. Whatever he just found is a question for later, right now he needs to practice his worst skill-
De-escalation.
âŚor let Trey take control of the situation. That was probably for the best. Right now he just needed to make sure Ruggie didnât steal anything. He spins on his heels and looks for the Savanaclaw student, sneaking around in the dark.

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everything happened so fast.
to blink, and suddenly have your teammatesâ your upperclassmen on the ground brought about a dizzying confusion.
but there was no time to be confused. that would only seal a gruesome fate - it would be foolish.
and ortho was not designed foolishly.
in a string of bad luck, after the spirit had successfully taken down jamilâ its path of screeches and wails seemed to be heading straight for ember next.
in a quick effort, ortho charged forward, shooting out a laser from his palm.
ORTHO ROLLS A 12 AND 20 FOR DAMAGE: HIT for 2 DMG!
PAINTING GHOSTâS HP: 0/3
ORTHOâS HP: 5/5
the stench of flames and burnt oils wasnât pleasant, but being killed wasnât anymore agreeable.
once the flames of the burning painting went down, ortho reached to help up his injured colleagues.
â letâs go. â
By the time Ember can fully process the scene laying out before him, Ortho has laid waste to whatever possessed the painting. His hand, wrapped around his magic pen, tenses up just in case the spirit came back to life before he finally puts it back in his coat pocket.
"...let's look around first," He says, stepping ahead of the group and around the smoldering remains, "Then proceed."
His eyes scan the world around them, focusing on the ground to find either some mark left by another being or some food... anything to help the group. Instead, they land on a small plant growing out of an abandoned planter near the window. He picks up the plant, inspecting it, before...
"...this is mint," He tells the group as he chews on the leaf, "Anyone want any? It's good to chew on to keep focus."
( In all honesty- he didn't recognize the plant until he chewed on it. )
hyainaâ:
He canât help his ravenous disposition! Ruggie crinkles his nose, but doesnât protest as Ortho pushes him away. Jamilâs nomination for Trey to be their leader strikes his curiosity. It makes sense, theoretically, but the thought of being led by someone with as much assertion of a kudu almost makes him snort.Â
Well, noncommittal leaders came with certain advantages, too.Â
Pale eyes flicker towards the bar nonchalantly placed in Treyâs pocket. Ruggie feels his fingers itch, but keeps them at his side. Instead, as the team discusses their predicament, he rotates his ears in an attempt to pick-up sound.Â
âIâm not pickinâ up any noise here âsides us,â Ruggie pitches in, âNo echoes, no movement, no mice, nothinâ.â He examines the nearby staircase, âSo, we donât really got a choice but tâgo higher, right? Emberâs mirror doesnât work ân Orthoâs connectionâs all funky, the only other option we got is tâsit around like anxious prey waitinâ tâget plucked.âÂ
@threadedwheels / @vipetriol / @99lostsouls / @troisfleurs-blogâ
Would heading to higher ground really make a difference? As far as Orthoâs connection and the mirrorâs functionality are concerned, Jamil doubts it. The layout of the place doesnât seem linearâ not if the winding staircases stretching out in every possible, nonsensical path are of any indication. Heâs not an expert in technology by any means, but navigating this place is bound to be more complex than blindly waving a phone around in hopes of reception.Â
But, itâs true that they stand nothing to gain by staying here, and itâs best to get moving.Â
While the group debates their options, Jamil notices a familiar bottle lying by his feet. He kneels down, sliding it into his pocket covertly as he pretends to tie his shoelace.Â
âSeems like our safest bet to me,â he says, and heâs back on his feet. âItâs better than standing still, at least. We should go.â
@threadedwheels / @hyainaâ / @99lostsoulsâ / @troisfleurâ
Ember idly listens to the group while they debate their options, trying to use his sight to see what was to come. It didnât work before but⌠it was worth a shot now, right?
He tries to focus, to even shut out the voices of the others, but⌠nothing. All he can see is the monochromatic tones of the world around them.
ââŚI think the stairs are our best choice. At the very least, we can look for more items there,â He says, walking towards them. By no means is he going to be at the front of the group, but at the very least he will act confident in his decisions.
Even if he is unsure of every step heâs taking.
âWe should get going either way. I feel as if standing here is going to start attracting trouble.â
- commentary -
The fact that Crewel made Ember and Atticus pair off with two random students truly felt like an act of malice.
Well⌠he paired the whole class off, not just them, but still.
â May I complete this project on my own, Professor? â He asks, only to be ignored. To make matters worse, they were sat across the room from each other. No way to communicate outside of shared looks and attempts to get supplies at the same time.
He practically ignores his lab mate, answering in short sentences and playing nicely.
Then he sees it. That look in Atticusâ eyesâŚ
Heâs going to strangle his lab partner
đđđđđ đđđđđđđ (a collection of texts prompts. Some have romantic undertones, but not all of them. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)Â TW: food & alcohol mention
[TEXT] - please just call me back.
[TEXT] - iâm sorry.
[TEXT] - so this is my number, but donât save my name as anything sketchy.
[TEXT] - iâm making dinner tonight, you should come over.
[TEXT] - WHERE ARE YOU????
[TEXT] - youâre LATE.
[TEXT] - can we talk?Â
[TEXT] - how did it go?
[TEXT] - youâre gonna laugh, but can you pick me up at the police station?
[TEXT] - thinking about youâŚ
[TEXT] - i miss you so much.
[TEXT] - i have an idea, probably gonna get us in trouble though.
[TEXT] - i know youâre awake! pick up the phone!Â
[TEXT] - so youâre just gonna ignore me forever?Â
[TEXT] - iâm at taco bell you want anything?Â
[TEXT] - are you awake?
[TEXT] - i have good news and bad news.
[TEXT] - how are you?Â
[TEXT] - new phone, who is this?Â
[TEXT] - wanna come over?Â
[TEXT] - whatâs wrong with you?!
[TEXT] - you only call me when youâre drunk.Â
[TEXT] - me, you, a bad movie. you in?Â
[TEXT] - wanna bang? [TEXT] - hang* [TEXT] - whatever
[TEXT] - iâll seduce you with cool scientific facts.
[TEXT] - are you still alive?
[TEXT] - we are sophisticated adults ok? [TEXT] - last week i purchased a vegetable
[TEXT] - i will not hesitate to strangle you
[TEXT] - what are you doing this weekend?Â
[TEXT] - can i come over? [TEXT] - because iâm in your driveway.
[TEXT] - are you seriously leaving me on read right now?

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the role of the oracle ( a meta post )
while the role of the oracle may seem to only be a ceremonial one, it serves a great deal of importance for the Parca family. the name and the title carry weight for powerful families who still believe in fate as well as the many families who live in the town of Moirai (named after the fates themselves)
as ember will tell you- The story goes that there was once three sisters. One who can see the past, one who can see the present, and one who can see the future. After assisting attempts to overthrow an important clan, the three were banished. They found Moirai and each sister had a family of their own, generations of powerful fortunetellers and prophets.
But, one person from each generation stood out as having triple the ability as the original three. Gifted by the fates themselves, this was the Oracle. Even as two of the three lines of the original descendants left Moirai or was cut short, the title was still passed on.
the role meant that of any person capable of telling you your fate, this one was the best. royal families begged for the chance to receive their advice. powerful generals sought the guidance of this powerful seer.
to hear your fate from the oracles mouth was to know your future without living it, to understand your present with clarity that seems impossible to all, to see your past from a new perspective that was capable of turning the tides of wars.
of course, over the many, many years... being a Parca, a descendent of the Fates, being the Oracle went from greater than royalty itself to being equal to that of a ruler.
which makes sense, for in the end...
all that thread they can see does is rule over your fate.
hyainaâ:
âââCourse Iâm worried about my gummies, every scrap of foodâs important!â Ruggieâs brows furrow defiantly, a frown tugging at his lips. They were premium quality, too! The good stuff that all the rich kids got that had frost-apples and artisan sugar and it was supposed to keep him afloat since the teams were gonna share their rations, but now they donât even have rations to share! This sucks!Â
The sound of a wrapper crinkling immediately sends Ruggie scurrying to Treyâs side, eyes wide and transfixed upon the bar. He only spares one second to check his pockets.
âI only got my magipen, no mirror.â Ruggie says. His peels dart from the ice cream, to Trey, to the other students, then back down at the ice cream. âAnâ Iâm also kii~iinda hungryâŚâÂ
@threadedwheels / @vipetriolâ /Â @99lostsoulsââ / @troisfleurââ
âI lost my bag, so gummies would be preferable to nothing, really,â Jamil admits. He doesnât have the mirror either, and with his supplies gone, every scrap of food does matterâ doubly so with Ruggie around. He shoots an all-too-knowing glare at the beastman. âYou? Hungry? Never wouldâve guessed.â
On the bright side âif thereâs one to be foundâ having Ortho in their group means one less mouth to feed, but Jamil refrains from voicing the thought out loud, lest Ortho find offence to it.
âAs both our senior and Heartslabyulâs vice-housewarden, I believe we can entrust Trey to ration our resources,â or so Jamil says. His tone is perfectly cordial, if not borderline sycophantic, but it was Trey who crushed the miserable bar in the first place, so he should take responsibility. Â
âAt any rate, we should take a look around. There might be some more stuff we dropped.â Â
@threadedwheelsâ / @hyainaâ / @99lostsoulsâ / @troisfleurâ
At the mention of the communication devices, Ember begins frantically searching his pockets for a mirror. His mirror- the only way he could contact Atticus in this haunted hellscape.
No mirror, no phone, nothing in his pockets other than the lint that always finds its way in.
He tries to bite down the frantic tone in his voice.
"Yes. Let's look around- No eating anything until we know what we have. We'll... give it all to Trey, I suppose. Stay here, though. No sense in getting split up."
The focus of his searching wasn't on food, of course, but rather his mirror. His eyes land on it and he quickly reaches out to scoop it up, flipping it open with shaking hands, and...
"...the mirror isn't working."
He smacks it once, twice, but... nothing.
"Anyone else have theirs? Ortho- you have to have a way to contact someone, right?"
GO OUTSIDE- TOUCH GRASS MOSS
@rove-bogge : Rove is out of a rare moss that grows in the woods around campus that some of his bugs love to snack on. He needs quite a lot anyone want to help a Ignihyde touch grass....moss?
Water bottle... check. Phone... check. Jiji not hiding in my backpack... check.
Ember ran through his mental checklist as he got ready to go gather moss with Rove. It seemed like an odd way to spend the afternoon, spending time out in the woods and picking moss as a treat for bugs.
Frankly, he wouldn't even step foot in those woods usually. But...
He understood the importance of taking good care of one's pets. And he could use some time outside to keep his mind off of his impending doom the state of his life. So, he made sure his chair's tires were in the best shape and rolled himself outside to the meeting place they agreed on, right outside of the woods.
(EMBER -> ROVE: I am by our meeting place. See you soon.)
SENT
â you want to...spar with me? â
ember's ever-present confusion was understandable, to be honest. despite his small height and doe like eyes, ortho shroud wasn't a foe to be messed with.
considering the many incidents where he either threatened to explode the school or shoot someone within it, it's amazing he was still here to tell the storyâ but this wasn't about that!
this was about training.
though ortho hadn't been too active during the halloween season, his one visit to the altar was evidence enough. these ghosts wanted these students dead, plain and true and they needed to be prepared.
â I know this isn't something you're used to, an opponent like... myself, but considering I've been put on the defense team alongside you, I figured this would be the best way to prove myself useful. now, I've already set up somethingsâ â
just as he spoke, ortho would soon turn to point down to a small rock placed on a makeshift surface of gym uniforms. don't critique, he worked with what he had.
â you'll be pretending that it is the mage stone we need to steal from the ghost realm. you'll be trying to take it, and I'll be flying behind trying to stop you by any means. how does that sound? â
Ember looks at the pile of gym clothes holding up a small rock. The ground was even enough to guarantee that he wouldn't risk a serious injury, though with his joints anything could cause serious injury.
"Sounds good," He puts down his book, standing to stretch before he began sparring, "Though I should warn you, I can run rather fast."
His mouth moves faster than his brain can stop it, even though his brain was screaming to not further challenge Ortho.
At least there's enough time between now and the actual mission to heal up.
"...there is a first aid kit in my bag, by the way. Just in case I trip."
Or you shoot at me.
ISO - PALM READING TUTOR
( a bulletin board fulfillment with @espritdediamant )
ISO - Heyyy, listen up! Iâve always wanted to learn the 101 on palm reading, but every year Iâve had a schedule conflict with the courses offered. Soooo, would someone be down to tutor at an intro level even though Iâm not in the class? If itâs the vibe, we should meet up over coffee. Think of it as a built-in cafĂŠ study sesh of the basics for you, and Iâll sweeten the deal by buying your order ⪠!
The brightly colored request had caught Emberâs eye when he walked past the bulletin board. That was the point of it, he figured, but the words âpalm readingâ caught his interest even more.
Of course Ember had taken the palm reading courses offered by the University. It was a given that the future Oracle needed to understand multiple forms of divination- kypomancy (through tea leaves), pyromancy (through fire), dowsing⌠even myomancy (through rat behavior).
He took the request down, sending a message to whoever this âCater Diamondâ was to plan out the details of their study⌠âseshâ.
___
It was less by decision and more by habit that Ember arrived late. He made his way through the cafe, cane tapping against the floor with every other step to make his presence known so people would at least scoot their chair in for him to get by.
âApologies, Cater,â Ember mumbled, sitting down across from him, âSeemed to have lost track of time.â
AS FAR AS TUTORS GO, Caterâs pretty sure he scored the jackpot on this one.Â
For an idle curiosity, itâs gotta be an omen of good luck to get a top shelf divination student reaching out to you. Floating through the department means you always hear names, here and there, and even if Cater relegates himself to astrology and cosmic sciences, he knows whatâs what: heâs heard the surname Parca a few times, enough to know his volunteer instructor knows his stuff.
Arriving first gives him the chance to stakeout a better place for their purposes. Usually Cater sits toward the front of this cafĂŠ for the people watching, but thereâs a quieter ambience in the back and more room to spread out. The tools for palm reading kinda evade him, NGL, and heâs pretty sure you donât need anything other than your handsâbut better to prepare for the off-chance. A roomy table for two is claimed for them.
Positioned, obviously, so Cater can watch with time enough to yank off his headphones and stow them in his bag when the fabled tutor does arrive. While he gets settled, Caterâs side of the table is put to rights, belongings tucked aside.
âHeyyyâno problem! Iâve just been hanginâ.â What are you supposed to do when, like, greeting a palm reading tutor for the first time? Shaking hands is kind of classic, but lowkey Caterâs been staring at his own hand since getting a text about the offer, and now heâs all like What if my palms are sooo weird and damning that a handshake feels way too forward. You know?
Settling for a wave and perked up attention, Cater continues, âNice to like, actually meet youâand I waited to order âtil you got here, BTW. You found the place okay?â
âYes. It is... nice to meet you as well,â Time will prove if that is right, âThankfully I remembered where this cafe was from a prior visit.â
It wasnât like he looked up where the cafe was, mentally blocked out his steps, and looked at the menu ahead of time.
He knew how to be normal about meeting other people.
âSo, shall we get our coffees and then Iâll give you some introductory knowledge on palm reading?â He asks, still scripting out what he would even say about palm reading. To him, there wasnât much to it. Every part of every persons body and life gave way to their fate... assuming the palm reader knew what they were doing. He brought a few diagrams he drew out from his courses, a few additional notes on the etiquette of palm reading his family had passed down through the generations...Â
He wanted to be prepared, secretly hoping this went well enough to allow him to tutor other students.

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vipetriolâ:
Itâs always one thing after the other. Nothing ever goes as plannedâ and, quite frankly, expecting it to would reflect poorly on Jamilâs intelligence. That said, the absence of shock doesnât equate to a lack of annoyance when things go awry.Â
As his eyes adjust to the scenery, Jamil kneads his right shoulder, suppressing a groan. The rough landing had heightened the soreness brought upon preparing meal rations and first-aid kits (all of which, incidentally, are nowhere to be found now) until the dead of night.
Hoping the ache will let down eventually, he scans over the group heâs now saddled with, and releases a quiet exhale.Â
Itâs not as terrible as it couldâve beenâ These are people he can deal with. Probably.  Â
âDuly noted,â he tells Ortho. âStill, if anyoneâs in need ofââÂ
He trails off when Trey gets up, face scrunching up in reflex at the sound.
KA-BAAMMMM!Â
The airâs practically knocked out of Ruggieâs lungs as he crashes. Heâs thrown by the impact, rolling at least a foot away until his back smackâs into a staircase bannister. âHeughâ!âÂ
Oh, thatâs definitely going to leave a bruise.Â
Ruggie peels his eyes open and is met with a metallic handâ Orthoâs? He declines the aid, choosing to flop onto his stomach before shakily rising to his knees. Ears perk up as more voices begin to speak, then they tense. Shit landing and different teammates? Oh, boy, this infiltration planâs so botched now. Â
Little hyena lets the others sort out their own safety as he pats down his pockets. His eyes widen.Â
ââMy gummiesâre gone!!!â He cries out amidst the evaluations, then hears a crinkle. Ruggieâs attention snaps towards Trey, who has just begun to rise. His features crunch into an accusing sneer. âOi.âÂ
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Ember wishes that Orthoâs evaluation regarding a lack of injuries felt accurate.
Everything felt out of place. His joints, his head, fates- even his whole body. He laid on the ground for a few moments longer than anyone else, frankly hoping he somehow died in the process of falling through. He hears the others talk, vaguely listening as he takes mental note of all the new bruises he has forming.
âWe just fell into the ghost dimension and youâre worried about gummies?â He groans, finally opening his eyes to see Ortho holding a hand out to him. He takes it, grateful for the help, and stands with a slight creaking sound.
âRations I can understand, but gummies?â
He looks at the group of people he was grouped with- different to the one he was fully expecting.
This was... going to be worse than expected.
Truth be told, Epel was the slightest bit sheltered. He wasn't completely ignorant about sexuality, he knew what being gay was and he knew that some people thought that it was bad (for stupid reasons he didn't agree with), but he hadn't really thought about it past that. He activley avoided thinking about romance and all things related, including his own sexuality-- trying to think about it was frustrating and confusing, so he decided to table those thoughts until they mattered enough to spend the time on, which hadn't happened yet. His priorities thus far had included studying, working out, chores, etcetera. Who he was attracted to and what that meant for him did not make the list. Though, this did not stop other people from speculating on it. He had had people ask him when he was 'coming out of the closet', so he knew what Ember meant when he said that, and nodded sagely in understanding.
And even if he had not understood it, Ember telling him straight up that they were trying to be private about it was enough for Epel to get the message that he should be discreet as well.
"...are you carving apples?"
Epel looked down at the apple in his hand, and the knife balanced on his lap. He picked the knife up again, the small nick it caused already done bleeding.
He had heard Jinx talk about Ember, but they had never formally met (until now, he supposed), and Jinx was pretty private about it (now he knew why), so he actually couldn't recall much about Ember. He had to be an okay guy though, right? Because he was Jinx's boyfriend, and Jinx wouldn't date a jerk. Would he? He suddenly felt a little protective over Jinx. Was this guy good for him?
"Yeah, I am." He nodded. "Do you, uh..." Did he carve apples? The answer was likely a 'no'. He pivoted to "...like apples?" Inwardly, he facepalmed. What were they, kindergarteners? He could think of a better question than that!
He started carving again, used to holding conversations and carving at the same time. It gave his hands something to do, at least. This was kinda awkward.
He raised an eyebrow at the question, unsure as to why Epel was asking something like that. Was it a sly way to get Ember to admit something? Was the apple a metaphor?
"Yes," He answered, watching the freshman carve into the apple, "I don't get many of them at home, too cold to grow. Though we would get them as gifts, occasionally."
It felt odd, standing and talking to Epel, but he did want to get to know him a bit more.
"Where are you from?"
Was that question invasive? He was a bit worried that if he came across as harsh to Epel, he would tell Atticus and Atticus would bring it up to him.
"...if you don't mind me asking."