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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 22:00:30 GMT -6
Okay, so not on manners and not on intelligence. Either this girl was some hidden powerhouse who could destroy the school on a whim, or Vytal had just fudged some paperwork somewhere along the way. At this point, she was betting more on the latter. Regardless of that, she was still utterly confused on how the girl could be dense enough to just –do- these things.
And then she was going on about Guinevere’s scar. Well, thanks for noticing that one. She stood up a little straighter to let her hair fall down around the eye and out of any possible vantage of ‘Eagle.’ In the very least, she was glad that the girl did not seem to have the observational skills to discern the prosthesis from the genuine article. She did appreciate the concern of the shorter girl, though she at this point instinctually was backing away from the girl hoping she would just not try to tough her.
Though her torso and abdomen were still in pain, her not wanting to end up hurting this person was really winning out in the long run. “I’m just fine, thank you.” She still was indicating the hurt with her arm crossed across her body, but in about as reserved of a fashion as she could get. “Please don’t contact anyone or touch me right now.” Expressing genuine concern, she was now nearing in on the ‘flight’ part of that ‘fight’ response earlier.
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Post by Aegle Vitus on Dec 3, 2016 0:45:15 GMT -6
To her credit, Aegle didn't make any additional moves to touch Guin, though she very much wanted to. A want she communicated with every single aspect of her crooked and exagerated body language, from her hands clenching and unclenching to the poised pose she'd adopted, ready in case it looked like Guinevere might fall. If there was anything Aegle didn't do, it was half measures. If she was going to forestall a fall, she was plainly going to do it to the best of her ability.
"Ya gonna be okay though? Ya don't look so hot, ya know?" She asked, with absolutely no effort made to disguise her concern. She also asked in a tone which made it very clear that, if Guin did suddenly pitch over or collapse, all her insistence that she not be touched wasn't going to mean more than diddily-squat.
"Maybe you should sit down?" The smaller girl offered, moving aside just enough that Guinevere could take a seat on the edge of the fountain without going to far out of Aegle's reach.
"D'ya want a drink of water or somethin'? I could go grab ya some..." She did a bit of mental arrhythmic, and decided she could probably make it to the nearest vending machine and back in about thirty seconds, if she sprinted the whole way and ran in a straight line. She probably even had enough money on her to pay for a bottle of water. Probably. If nothing else, it would be a great excuse for Guinevere to get rid of her, not that Aegle considered that.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 1:08:13 GMT -6
Guinevere really needed her meeting with Headmaster Ash. At this rate, something bad was going to happen and she did not quite like the idea. Perhaps she could try to advance her appointment with him, but she didn’t have a rapport with the newly established headmaster and things could go downhill rather quickly depending on if he was as amicable to Guinevere as the previous Headmaster. She genuinely hoped the latter.
At the moment though, she was still dealing with the feeling of being slashed in twain. She deflected the girl’s first question “It’s just a pain in the abdomen, nothing to be too concerned about.” She did however, take the girl’s offer to sit down seriously. Not thinking she would be touched, she thought closing off a couple sides for further contact would be the ideal course of action. As she sat, she did notice that there was still the bubble around her, and there were a couple faces from moments before that she still recognized. Well, always great to be branded a bad guy, right?
“I’ll be fine,” she reiterated to ‘Eagle.’ She couldn’t remember what all had happened that night, but she did remember the Barghest, using her semblance both unintentionally and on a living Grimm for the first time, being cut in half by a huntsman, and losing her eye. All in all, not the best way for a child not even yet at Vytal to start off. It did however let her learn more about her semblance and Aura – far more than she anticipated or had hoped for before coming here to Vytal.
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Post by Aegle Vitus on Dec 3, 2016 1:35:43 GMT -6
"In your where?" Aegle asked, sounding both shocked and scandalized, but no less concerned for Guin's health. Thinking for a moment, she reached into her pocket, which had somehow survived the incredible disaster (Or disasters) that had befallen the rest of her hoodie. From it, with a quiet whir of protest from under her sleeve, she produced a protein bar. The words 'chocolate explosion', scrawled in some unreadable but undoubtedly EXTREME font, stretched across the packaging.
"Chocolate usually helps me," She explained, proffering the bar to Guin at the end of one thickly bandaged hand. "Ya know, when I get those sorts of pains." Some of her concern had obviously left her as she said this, but it was evident that her sympathy for Guin had not been diminished to match. She was smiling a tiny bit though, in a way that almost seemed meant to be reassuring.
She, at least, hadn't noticed the bubble that continued to surround Guinevere, and seemed as oblivious to their distrusting stares and occasional hushed words as she had to everything else.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 3:47:47 GMT -6
Guinevere began to respond to Aegle’s first question, shifting the arm across her torso and roughly pointing to the area around the base of her sternum and lower ribs. “My Abdome-“ she was cut off by the sudden appearance of chocolate. Okay, in her slouched over appearance, she admitted it could probably be seen as her motioning lower, though such a thing probably wouldn’t be coming along for another couple weeks. Thinking on it, she felt bad for poor Taupe those weeks. Three moody chicks: one who likes to micromanage everything, one who is hostile to the world, and one who just doesn’t give a damn on the regular were probably a pain to be around. It was probably why he spent most of his time with ‘his girl’ during those weeks. She smirked a little bit at the thought.
But she was in no way going to turn down chocolate. With her free hand, she reached up and gently took the crinkly package from ‘Eagle.’ Reading its font, she could make out ‘Ckaodte Expdsbn’ on the wrapper. Probably some kind of energy bar, she guessed. She vaguely recalled seeing a similar logo somewhere in the grocery before. Accepting the acquisition with a “thanks,” she slowly began to open the wrapper and reveal the slightly crumbled and disfigured bar within. Like everything else she had so far seen with this girl, it was beaten up pretty badly as well – though still edible. She took a small bite of the bar and motioned towards the girl. “So, uh, how do you know Lily?” She did at least take the time to swallow the little nibble she had taken before speaking, though.
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Post by Aegle Vitus on Dec 6, 2016 1:26:34 GMT -6
Smiling, glad that she that she had done something to alleviate whatever was causing Guinevere's discomfort, little as it had been. She never did quite know how to respond to people who were sick, least of all those experiencing, to steal a phrase from her mother, 'natural pains'. Such things didn't usually bother her, not on a level which she noticed, at least, and usually chocolate was just the thing to for dealing with the more stubborn cramps and discomfort. Making no move to seat herself, Aegle lingered near, but not too near, the taller girl as she ate. She seemed to be filled with a kind of nervous energy, a restiveness that permeated every bit of her small and crooked body, and was just vaguely threatening at close range.
"She's my friend." Aegle answered, matter of factly, as if that in any way answered the question she'd be asked. Her attention had begun to drift from Guinevere, who'd evidently been deemed to indolent and static for the orange haired girl's taste. "Met her, her first day in Vytal." She explained idly, eyeing the people who continued to surround Guin in a loose bubble, like some sort of quarantine. Aegle, naturally, didn't make the same comparison, nor did she make note of their vaguely threatening body language and guarded behavior. She did notice that a few of them had been a part of the crowd shouting mean things at the two of them a few minutes previously. Something else she noticed, more by its absence than anything else, was that few of the lingering faces, while watching them, were not watching her. Being that her clothing was about as loud as a nuclear blast, and that she never really lowered her voice, Aegle wasn't used to being the least scrutinized member of any gathering. Maybe, she thought, they were as concerned about Guin's discomfort as Aegle had been. Somehow that didn't seem right, however. Maybe it was the guarded way they averted their eyes whenever Guin chanced to look their way, or the hushed whispers passed covertly between them, whispers Aegle only noticed because they weren't trying to hide them. Not from her, anyway.
This all slowly began to paint a picture for Aegle, and while she couldn't yet see what it depicted, she was already starting to suspect she might not like it when she found out.
"We spar sometimes." Aegle continued, her mouth having gone on autopilot while her mind wandered, trying to provide Guinevere with an honest and complete answer if the most round-about manner possible.
"Least we did till she got hurt. Now I just try to visit her every day. D'ya know these people?" Without so much as a breath between them, and without the slightest shift in tone to match the jarring shift in topic, Aegle heedlessly indicated the tightest knot of interlopers that had remained at the edges of Guin's bubble. Needless to say, this was not the most subtle tact she could have taken, and half of their number turned to regard her with the same icy vehemence they'd been directing at Guin.
"Cause they've been starin' at the back of yer head this whole time we've been speakin'..." Aegle pressed on blithely, though without any concern or scorn in her tone, just the same unintelligent indifference she'd shown from the beginning. "And I think they're talkin' 'bout you."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 3:08:21 GMT -6
So, ‘Eagle’ had met Lily on one of their first days of Vytal. She assumed it had been Lily’s first day, since she had still been rather new when Guinevere first met her, and that was just in April. She nibbled on another small bite of the bar and watched as the girl walked into the bubble somewhat. Was she gone? No; it looked like she just weaving among the people as they shifted their walking paths to avoid the girl of Grimm. She talked about Lily getting hurt, to which Guinevere made a fast reply “Same.”
The second part of ‘Eagle’s’ sentence, which overrode Guinevere’s reply, caught her off guard. It was true that a lot of people stared, whispered, or gave her passing dagger-eyes, but she did admit that it probably wasn’t completely undeserved. After all, she was the girl who looked like she revived Grimm, and like the girl who controlled Grimm until their deaths. Though both claims were true, one lead to the other and was only temporary. As for whoever this particular grouping Aegle was talking about, she had no clue whatsoever.
“Uh, I don’t know them, but they know me.” She responded, stuffing a bit of a larger bite of the bar in her mouth and chewing on it a bit slower than her mouse bites from before. “And most people who know me like to avoid me.” With another bite, she left ‘Eagle’ to her own inquiry, while her own nerves were finally calming down from the feeling of death.
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Post by Aegle Vitus on Dec 6, 2016 23:28:59 GMT -6
Aegle tipped her head quizzically, but didn't direct another question at Guin, or even respond to what she had said. Instead, with a slight shift in her body language, she made it abundantly clear that she was no longer talking to the seated girl, but the people who'd been watching her.
"Well s'rude to talk 'bout people, behind their backs." then, glancing at Guin, she shrugged and blithely added, "Whatever ya wanna say to someone, ya oughta have the guts to say it to their face."
Doing so without lowering her voice back to the volume it had been before. That rankled more than a few feathers, but none enough that anybody deigned to respond.
"Why do they avoid you, though?" She asked, without skipping a beat, and comfortably oblivious to the few glares she was receiving for her impetuousness.
"Are ya sick?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 0:28:33 GMT -6
Guinevere listened to ‘Eagle’s’ response to the crowd. If that was ever enough to truly make them stop, she would have though some miracle had occurred. She hoped that perhaps she’d be able to show she wasn’t a complete monster in a few weeks when the Festival and Tournament started. ‘Why do they avoid you, though?’ Guinevere had told many people why others avoided her, most notably Lily, though that was a bit longer ago than she was normally used to recalling. But here was someone completely oblivious, not only to the people around them, but who also seemed to be immune to sensing most social cues.
May as well say it, then. “Not sick in what most people would think of. I’m…” She paused, thinking of a relatable way for her to continue. “A lot like Lily is right now, but I’ve been this way a lot longer than her. More than half my life.” Another brief pause to munch on a quick, hesitant nibble on the energy bar. “You probably saw me a few months ago with the Krahe when the Will attacked; I fight with –” Another pause. She as trying to clear up her words so the girl would understand. “I fight by getting inside the heads of Grimm. By controlling them.” Enough of a comment, the stationary crowd became abuzz, which spread to the passers-by. Nothing terribly new, but to some, it would definitely serve as a mark further against her. Regardless, she took a bite of the bar and began munching slowly, waiting on ‘Eagle’s’ likely lacking response. Could she leave yet?
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Post by Aegle Vitus on Dec 7, 2016 5:12:00 GMT -6
Following Guin's answer, Aegle just stared at the taller girl for a few seconds with an expression of naked surprise on her open face. She'd heard of Guin, of course; There were likely few enough people on the entire island who hadn't. Even Aegle, with her assiduous inattention to anything other than training, did not wear blinders big enough to shut out the Grimm Girl's infamy. And honestly, the revelation had caught her entirely flat-footed. For several long moments, the world around Aegle closed down to the small spot which Guin occupied, as she tried to unwrap the incongruous puzzle that she represented. At the same time, the rising whispers which surrounded them fell entirely out of Aegle's attention, as did the daggers being stared in Guinevere's direction. Slowly, a knew expression spread across Aegle's face, supplanting the first as suddenly as water extinguishes fire. It was a look which conveyed not only disbelief, but confusion, which gradually settled onto a sort of uneasy skepticism. Still scrutinizing Guinevere, in the doubtlessly vacuous way that was her wont, Aegle hunched down to get a better look at the seated girl's face. She didn't have to hunch very far; Even seated, Guinevere was nearly taller than the scant five feet that Aegle carried herself at.
"Huh..." She said finally, her voice into the whispers around them, as a drop of nitroglycerin into a simmering pan, "Thought so. Yer eyes really ain't red."
Resuming her usual height, Aegle tipped her head slowly to one side in a pensive parody of thoughtfulness.
"And ya ain't near so tall as I figured you'd be." Clearly struggling to reconcile her preconceptions of Guinevere with the reality of her, Aegle scratched the back of her head distractedly and continued to think out loud.
"Or mean, neither. Ain't ya s'posed to be crazy? You don't seem crazy. Y'actually seem sorta nice..." Then, somewhat abruptly, as if only just noticing some insinuating scent which had been there from the very beginning, Aegle's eyes widened and narrowed in rapid succession.
"It were you, wasn't it?" She asked, a little bit of heat in her voice, as she pointed an accusing finger at Guin, "Showin' me the hospital. That was you!" Then, with what could almost have been an audible click, "Was cause I touched you, weren't it? That's why ya did it. That's why ya told me not to touch you again. Cause you messed around in my brain."
Just as suddenly as that flash of anger had appeared, however, it subsided back into the look of uncomfortable confusion which seemed to characterize much of Aegle's interactions with the world.
"Why would ya do that to me?" She asked, without rancor, but sincere and almost wounded bewilderment instead. As if Guinevere's cruelty were utterly inexplicable to her, yet she still believed there must have been a motivation for it, and knowing that motivation was more important than repaying her trespasses.
"Y'don't even know me..."
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