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-Sarah wraps up in the blanket like a cocoon, which is significantly more difficult to do efficiently with a chain around her arm.-
Sarah: That doesn't give an excuse for this! I-I mean, there's... it's nothing he hasn't already seen, but... no!
Maul folds his arms.
Maul: ~I thought you'd be grateful.~
Lucius: I'll be grateful once you've got me some freaking clothes, you lunatic!
Maul: ~Fine. Wait here.~
He blips away. Lucius groans with resignation, then goes even redder upon realising that whilst his shirtlessness is a situation that needs to be remedied, Sarah is already using the sheets.
Lucius: ...I never thought I'd say this, but I hope he gets back quickly...
edited 8th Aug '15 7:32:41 AM by Herbert40k
-She mumbles to herself quietly, then unwraps and tosses the blanket to Lucius before curling up with her knees against her chest, muttering something about "looking like a boy anyway"-
Ever: So, uh, now what.
Ever: Thank you, Drift, for explaining things. I really appreciate it. Would literally anyone else like to elaborate some?
Ever: ...I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. It's been a long few weeks. -hugs Drift-
Drift: <Frillish.> -paralyzes Ever with Cursed Body-
Ever: I trusted youuuu...
<Well, we decided to save you. And also to go to Sootopolis, because it's pretty there.>
Well, I'm glad you're taking my opinions into account.
<We could always have Drift pop the bubble and leave you in the ocean.>
Lucius: Uh... thanks...
He takes the blanket and wraps himself up in it, doing his best to keep his gaze fixed firmly on the corner of the room. There is silence for several long moments.
Lucius: ...Y'know, I don't think he's coming back.
Sarah: I didn't expect him to.
Lucius: ...Well, we can't just sit here. There's gotta be something to wear lying around, even if I wouldn't put it past Maul to clear out the wardrobe...
He starts rifling around under the bed.
edited 8th Aug '15 7:53:36 AM by Herbert40k
-Sarah sighs and starts to search under stuff as well, so much as she can while being chained to Lucius-
Lucius: Ah-ha! Found something!
He pulls two bundles of clothes out from under the bed.
Lucius: Did he really go through the trouble of folding them after he... never mind. These'll do. I dunno how we're meant to get dressed with these chains still attached to us, though...
Sarah: ...Of course. Well, there's no way I'm getting a dress on through these... um, hand me the sweater vest? I might be able to slip that under the chains.
Lucius hands Sarah his sweater vest whilst he pulls on his dress shirt and black pants from yesterday.
Lucius: There we go, that's better. I guess we can make do with these until we find someone capable of getting these chains off.
He hesitates for a moment before continuing.
Lucius: Oh, and, er... for the record, I think you look just fine. I mean, I heard you mumbling a moment ago, and you sounded kinda unhappy about it, so, uh... don't be, is what I'm saying. Though if you weren't then it doesn't really matter. I, erm, wasn't lying yesterday. Um. I'm going to stop talking now and do something important like inspect the carpet patterns.
edited 8th Aug '15 8:23:45 AM by Herbert40k
Breeze: <You have reached your destination!>
Ever: Breeze there are birds everywhere.
Breeze: <Probably because of the giant mecha. We come in peace, guys!>
Salamence: <Are you sure?>
Breeze: <...Salamence, it's me.>
Salamence: <Oh! Breeze! I'd almost forgotten your face.>
Breeze: -meaningful glance at Ever-
Ever: Okay, okay, I'll let you out of the box more often! I didn't anticipate how long I'd be in Hoenn, that's all.
edited 8th Aug '15 9:09:38 AM by memyselfandI2
Sarah: Honestly... I really don't know if I'm happy about it or not. I mean, except for a few minor differences, I'm almost a carbon copy of Eskay.
-She struggles to pull the vest under the chains-
Sarah: Part of me likes the neutral look, but part of me... well, if I'm gonna be a girl, why not try to look like one?
-The vest finally goes through-
Sarah: Ugh, finally.
-She pulls it the rest of the way on-
Now properly attired, Lucius elects to sit down on the bed again, rubbing his head with his hands.
Lucius: I know it's sounds cliche, but... I don't think it really matters as long as you're comfortable in your own skin. Though this new body of mine is also taking some getting used to. I swear dying made me shrink. I didn't even think it was possible for me to get any smaller.
edited 8th Aug '15 10:06:37 AM by Herbert40k
-Sarah blinks, and looks at Lucius for a few moments-
Sarah: I thought it was just the fact that you weren't wearing Avenger heels anymore, but now that you mention it...
Lucius shakes his head.
Lucius: If only. Apparently two to three inches in height was the toll I had to pay for coming back.
Lucius: Whatever happened to my old costume, anyway? Last time I went back to the cave, it wasn't there anymore. Not that I was planning on wearing it again, of course, but I'll still be annoyed if someone's taken it. That suit cost a lot of somebody else's money.
edited 8th Aug '15 10:25:10 AM by Herbert40k
Sarah: Erm... I made sure it couldn't get into the wrong hands. Don't worry.
Lucius looks rather relieved.
Lucius: Oh, right. So it's being looked after by someone responsible. Probably for the best that I don't know exactly where it is.
edited 8th Aug '15 10:39:58 AM by Herbert40k
Sarah: Y-yeah, it's someone responsible. Don't worry.
-She glances down at the chain again-
Sarah: Ugh, I want to do something about this, but I still don't have pants. I... guess I could just go out pretending my underwear is a swimsuit? It's becoming more evident this is not the room I rented out, since none of my stuff is here...
Psyche never managed to get a good meditation on, instead she just fell asleep the minute she was ported away.
Psyche has been surrounded by Doduo of many colors. ~STUPID BIRDS, WHY WON'T YOU JUST -[censored]~
-Noelle is sleeping quite well, on the other hand; she's curled up around Psyche, using her as a pillow-
-A battered man lies on the ground, draped in the ragged remains of a jester's outfit. A knife sticks out of his back.-
???: Finally, got that guy to shut up. Even his screams were annoying.
-The dapper figure yanks the curved butterfly knife out of the cold corpse as the Vice of Caligula dissolves into nothing.-
???: Looks like I've got all the time in the world. Just need to wait...
-He spreads his arms, the dark crystal at his back.-
???: I've got all the time in the world...
-Dune and Deziree are curled up together on a couch, watching a movie on Dezi's laptop.-
Dune: I just realized that the J-Team is more like a heroic version of Ocean's Ten than a regular super-hero team.
Deziree: That observation would be far more topical if we were watching either of those types of movies rather than the Princess Bride.
Dune: Just thought I'd mention it.
Lucius: ...Like it or not, I think we're going to have to stick our heads outside. There's bound to be someone out there who can fix the whole chain situation. Or at the very least provide us with pants.
He stands up and starts moving towards the door.
Sarah: I guess. Maybe Dezi can help?
-She grabs the dress before she's pulled out the door-
-Deziree thinks for a moment.-
Deziree: I wonder what constitutes as "mostly dead".
Dune: Um... Everything but brain stem functions and maybe possibly a pulse?
Deziree: Huh, maybe.
Dune: Don't tell me you're actually going to try and quantify the term "mostly dead".
Deziree: Not intentionally, hopefully.
-The two of them are still sitting on the couch.-
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