Noticing Jamie's discomfort—not a particularly difficult feat, for she was seated right next to him—Will gave her a smile that he hoped conveyed more confidence than he actually felt.
"Cheer up, Jamie. Whatever's going on here, I'm...sure it'll be alright."
The Danse Macabre Codex"Stephan." He paused. "You're not from around here, are you?"
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"You have more than enough potential. So tell me what is the one wish that would make your soul gem shine." -Mitt Romney, probablyWill nodded in understanding, somewhat flustered himself. "Me neither, to be honest. The waiting wouldn't be so bad, but there's...a good number of people crammed in here."
The young man couldn't quite fathom why he was sharing this information with someone he had only met that morning, but for some reason he found that he didn't care.
The Danse Macabre Codex"Well, no, but..."
Will trailed off, unable to articulate what he wanted to say. The young man's eyes drifted off to stare at the wall, and he looked rather flustered.
The Danse Macabre Codex—Again Regg's eyes were drawn to Sigrun, and yet again he looked away. She's really hot, but... An odd feeling kept his gaze level, as well as the urge to break someone's composure with another prank. He threw his pack onto the table noisily, then rifled through it for something to help him in this endeavour.—
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"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."Will's gaze drifted back to Jamie, and a smile flitted across the young man's face for a few seconds. "Thanks, Jamie."
The Danse Macabre Codex—With a small smirk, Regg found what he was looking for. A harmless bottle of spring water. He uncapped it, put a small mixture of something in, recapped it, then idly rolled it around back and forth on the table, building speed on each roll. The water began to bubble...—
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."Aricrethiel, unlike the others, had not arrived early. She arrived precisely on time, and therefore walked into the empty storefront alone. She was dressed in a manner one might call utilitarian; green cargo pants extending from underneath a beige hooded sweatshirt, zipped up against the cold she was stepping out of. Her hood was down, partially covering the sheath that laid diagonally across her back. From this sheath the hilt of a sword protruded, the glowing orb of the pommel pulsating over her right shoulder. Workboots of the steel-toed construction variety clapped loudly against the flooring, the bright yellowish tan leather sticking out in the dark. The orb over her shoulder provided Ari just enough light to navigate by.
She stopped in the middle of the room, and surveyed the place. Standing here, inside this old-fashioned building, she felt for the first time that she belonged here, this exact spot was what she had been looking for. Considering the apprehension that came with it, it wasn't a particularly welcome change.
There seemed to be only one way to go from here; a door before her led to a room after this one. The room had strange decoration that she was not fond of at all. The light smell of cooking food may have been comforting elsewhere, but here Ari just felt it creepy. In the middle of the room many teens- and a few older folks- were sitting or kneeling at a low table. She recognized three from earlier that day; she assumed these were all the people who had received a letter.
Aricrethiel had not. She did not care. She knew that in a way she was meant to be here anyway, something had sent her here. Even if as an unwanted guest.
There was no seat for her. She did not care. She followed Odhran's posture, choosing a stretch of wall to lean against opposite the door from him, shifting the strap across her chest as to not be uncomfortable. Gold threads shined through the green fabric in the light of the orb
Apparently those who had brought the group together had not yet shown up. Aricrethiel was content to wait.
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How can you be in two places at once when you're not anywhere at all?

"Aw, but you wouldn't tell anyone, would you~?" Charlotte pouted, twiddling her messy hair whilst trying to look as cute and innocent as possible to Sigrun. "It'll be our little secret, okay~?"