Awww well that's a shame. But I've gotten away with a lot in my time. *A few glances to the side, and he's kneeling down next to her.* Well how about this, you focus on these shirts, and I'll sneak a few of these boxes in. No one will even know.

Besides, I could always say I'm not shopping and wanted to help; at least there should be someone else helping you out. I'm actually looking for a store I could swear was in this area.

Well I don't know about /spitting/, so I can give you that. But /swimming/, I might just have to say otherwise.

More practice; orchestra's getting ready for a Christmas show. Should be entertaining!

*He /was/ originally out looking for cleaning materials, but oh hey, Hot Topic. A new band in the limelight, eh? The old bet resurfaces though, and he detours from his path to look at the boxes.* Oh wow, you got to do this all by yourself? That kind of sucks; need a hand?

*He might sneak into the store too; maybe not to buy anything, but there was nothing wrong with looking around? And hey, she's a cutie.*

Hey, hey yeah, of course. I'll try to stop by the limbo as often as I can; I'm probably going to play message runner. But that's fine by me; she knows my face the least. Good thoughts and feelings; try using the flake to your advantage. He's going to need all the mental and emotional support he can get, I'm sure.

*The paperball hits him in the head; Lun is more amused than anything else.* Yeah, here we go, hang on. Let me see if I can call...

*There is the phone ringing, but then voicemail; he just hangs up.* Damn, nothing. I'll ask Al about it tomorrow or something; I want to make sure Meru's alright-. *He dials the drummer, who sounds alright, if not a bit shaky. She's happy to hear he'll be by for the night though, asking if he could stop by the sooner the better. He hangs up after farewells.* Yeah, let me go see to her. I'll pass the warning, trust me; there's not much she can do in one night. They've been preparing for anything, it seems.

She'll have support via the circle on and off; keeping an eye on another of the sixteen's homes. I'll stop in and spend the night, then get to Joc tomorrow. Hmmmm...you got the manager's number?

Trouble. But we get trouble anyway. Damn it all.

Yeah, definitely Rufina. Well I know Orion's got his phone off, let me-whoa hang on text. *A cell is revealed, and observed.* ...looks like Joc knows; wants me to check on little Meru. Guess I can start with her. Someone in the band's gotta know. Al and his love, Paehkat. How about their band manager?

He'd willingly give his life for those two; no wonder she'd want to. Rufina. I'll get warnings out, yeah; hopefully others witnessed her, well, appearance. I'll see what's going on, then get to the lady as soon as I can. Yeah, warnings definitely. We gotta try and keep our cool though.

Any idea where she is now? She's gotta have a hideout of sorts; especially when the sun comes out.

Oh come on, Moses Williams is a good man. And here's the question that can help decide that: was her hair red? If it was...fuck, I thought she died last summer. Or was it two summers ago? I was told to go to Joc and keep her and Edmund safe; baby's only spending minimal time with Daddy for now.

Orion's probably too worried she'll use the boy to get to him. Can't say I blame him.

Whoa whoa hey, calm down! Yeah, I can hear you. Trouble as soon as the sixteen split, huh; typical of their enemy. Might ask Moses to let me out of the orchestra for a bit, in case I can help.

Awwww, I think you're still a lovely young creature! And your being upset helps show you care about the landwalkers. I think we can still be friends; I /know/ we can still be friends.

In school. It was a habit. >>

"On huge carnalism". No really: "CARNALISM".

...is that even a word?

There's a bit of an Irish accent; I can make it heavy if I want to though. Or if I speak Gaelic, there's an accent. It's been so long though; I wonder how much I remember. "Aingeal" should be "angel", though. :3c

The orchestra; we're power in numbers. And hey, my old uni roommate isn't a pushover either. :3c

My parents, well, my human parents always told me off when I was too close to the water; they were worried my kin would convince me to drown myself or something. But there were talks later, and I was allowed to swim with no trouble.

I got told off by my...many lady friends' fathers as well. Heh, that's something else though.

Decent, if not good; it took a while, but I finally got it.

Hmmm. Truth or Dare with a spinning bottle is always fun. :3c