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Post by Cheyenne on Feb 12, 2011 10:14:42 GMT -5
"No. I'm always like this. Well, was always like this. Now I am again. The lack of excruciating pain makes it easier. And yes, I would like to hang out." Rebekah replied. "What's going to happen in training?" she asked curiously. "And are his scars a sensitive subject?" she asked with concern, her eyebrows furrowing and lips frowning as she nodded toward where Claw had stormed off.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Feb 25, 2011 17:42:15 GMT -5
Ember shrugged. "training differs on whose teaching, what you are, and how long it's been since the transition." she said. "and he'll tell you about them when he wants to. just don't bring it up. it's a touchy subject." she whispered, watching as he exited.
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Post by Cheyenne on Feb 25, 2011 18:30:23 GMT -5
Rebekah nodded. "What do you usually do, if you don't mind me asking?" she asked. She frowned a bit regretfully as she watched Claw leave. She bit her lip, chewing on it for several moments. She then stopped,reminding herself it was a bad habit before turning back to Ember.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Feb 26, 2011 0:04:55 GMT -5
"we usually learn weaponry and control." Ember said distantly. "i think you need to apologize to him." Spectra siad, floating up through the table and resting gently on the table, sitting cross-legged, her legs and arms phasing in and out as she tried to think.
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Post by Cheyenne on Feb 26, 2011 0:10:35 GMT -5
Rebekah nodded in agreement with Spectra. Though, almost like a hurt child and not without expression, she mumbled, "I didn't mean to...I just asked a question...I didn't know it was such a sensitive issue..." Which, given her kelpie status - albeit a new one - was quite laughable. Murderous water horses and the prospects of sadness or guilt did not seem to mix.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Feb 26, 2011 0:55:57 GMT -5
"its fine. it's just safer to apologize: whether you knew or not. and if you apologize he may tell you how he got them." Spectra said, yawning and phasing out for a moment, only a mist in the air.
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Post by Cheyenne on Feb 26, 2011 10:09:09 GMT -5
Rebekah nodded. She paused and thought about it for a moment. Spectra brought up a good point. Before the invasion, those who she was friends with and even her own family were all very open people. The prospect of someone not being open and having a very sensitive area of their lives was one she was not accustomed to. Nevertheless, she still felt guilty with overstepping those boundaries with Claw. And thus, she left the room, following where Claw had went off and using the water particles in the air to help find him, albeit unconsciously she did so. Had she done it consciously, she would have been greatly disturbed.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Mar 13, 2011 17:08:04 GMT -5
Claw was in his room, a small room with a punching bag, a bed, and a desk with a stool. it was bare except for that. he was beating up the bag, trying to work out the anger before it turned to hot tears.
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Post by Cheyenne on Mar 13, 2011 18:19:40 GMT -5
Rebekah came to Claw's room. She figured it would be best that she knock, especially considering that they had just met. She wrapped on the door gently with her knuckles. "Claw?" she asked, her voice projected yet her tone small.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Mar 28, 2011 17:48:56 GMT -5
"Yes?" he asked, not facing the door but holding the punching bag still. "what do you want?"
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Post by Cheyenne on Mar 28, 2011 18:34:19 GMT -5
Rebekah entered the room, first poking in her head above the nose passed the door before stepping forward. She closed it behind her. "Um...I wanted to say I'm sorry for upsetting you. I didn't realize it was that sensitive of a subject...I apologize." she stated, rocking back awkwardly on her feet a bit, noting that she was taller than she had been yesterday but still feeling guilty about hurting Claw.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Mar 28, 2011 19:11:19 GMT -5
Claw was breathing raggedly from working out his anger. he turned to her, his face empty of all emotion. "you didn't know. it's fine." he turned away and started to beat up the bag again, hoping she left and hoping she didn't.
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Post by Cheyenne on Mar 28, 2011 19:28:06 GMT -5
"Well, apparently it's not. You're clearly hiding what you feel right now and typically happy people tend not to hide happiness, so I'm assuming it's not a pleasant emotion." Rebekah replied before thinking, seeing his immediate reaction. Again, without thinking, she walked over to him,putting her hand on his arm in what was both a comforting gesture and a motion to get him to stop.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Mar 30, 2011 10:58:39 GMT -5
One hand, bleeding from the knuckles because he didn't bother wrapping his hands, rested on the bag. the other rested at his side, the blood dripping slowly to the floor. "i said that it was fine because you didn't know. i never said i was fine. actually, due to the fact that i live off of other peoples magic, i'm quite far from fine. increadibly far from it, actually." he growled, his dull grey eyes showing pain and sadness and regret.
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Post by Cheyenne on Mar 30, 2011 17:01:38 GMT -5
Rebekah's mouth twitched. "I never said you were fine. I said 'it' was not fine which resulted because you are not fine." she replied. She then reached over to his bloody hand, taking it and wiping wiping it off with the edge of her shirt. The red made no impression on the black as she applied pressure. Once finished, she let his hand go. She was not particularly sure on how to comfort him; in fact, she had no idea. Anything she would say would surely be hypocritical given her sentiments on her own magic. Instead, she settled on a hug, slowly embracing him and rubbing his back softly.
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