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The strange person from before brushed past them. "She'll be fine. Rest now." Though they couldn't see it from where her face was turned, her eyes were glittering, blood-red. "That's the best of what you can do for her. She does not need you to panic or fear. Just to calm yourselves and prepare for a long journey."
In a sweeping motion, she glided over to the curtain, quickly swishing it shut behind her.
And leaving the four sickly traveller's alone in a room together.
3rd Person POV
Toshiko closed the door behind her.
Poe continued screaming, wailing for his apparently deceased "girlfriend". "NOOOOOOOOOOOO-"
"I have to say," Myran drawled, still not looking up from their model of the new Emperor's Castle, "That though I generally make it a habit to disagree with the blue-haired brat, I must admit that the prospects of killing Poe become more and more appealing as these seconds drag on."
Third Person POV
Poe continued screaming, though only in a mix of gurgles now. "MAMMMMAMMEEfjgrn... ghghg... glug-MAMMAAAEEEE!"
Myran cringed, pressing his hands to his delicate fairy ears. "My word- somehow, it's worse now." She shot an unfriendly look at Taylor, then returned to her drawing, even though she visibly twitched at each sound from the dying Poe next to her.
"MAEMAEEEEE! I CANNOT -glug- LIVE -glug- WITHOUTT YOUUU!"
Third Person POV
Poe went limp. "M-MaeMae's heart?" His eyes shone with hope. "I can go inside MaeMae's-"
"That's it." Myran stood up on their desk. "I swore to endure this to keep the spot off my record... But if I am going to have to listen to that thing-" shooting a look at Poe "-crying over his 'MaeMae's' rejection, then I'm taking that spot with gratitude."
But she wasn't done.
She whipped to Taylor.
"You're a selfish, loud, obnoxious brat who tampers in things she has no right tampering in. You're spoiled and annoying and quite frankly, I'm done with both of you. You deserve each other. Go shrivel up in a closet or something." They huffed, shaking out their wings. "Do the world a favour." Another harsh glare at the girl.
Poe was still staring at Taylor as if she were some godly creature from another planet.
"Goodbye." Myran fluttered upward and started for the door.
Third Person POV
Myran flicked to the side with a practiced ease before it connected. They turned up their gaze and locked it with hers. "Refrain from assaulting me. I would prefer not to have to report you to the High Fae's ring for attacking the future Emperor." Their wings fluttered slightly. "Your violence would not be so easily tolerated by them."
Poe crumbled to the ground, curling up into a ball and sobbing. Myran wrinkled her nose at him, then gave a final scoff. "If that is all, I will be going."
Third Person POV
Myran scoffed, running a slight hand through their hair. "Well, considering my competition is people like you, I've probably got it in the bag." They gave her a pleasant smile, landing on the doorknob.
With a swish of their hand, an abomination rose up from the ground and turned it for them.
With a nod, it dissolved, and they paused, in the gap between the door and wall.
"I'll be looking forward to your expulsion." Another mocking smile and then they fluttered through.
Third Person POV
Poe had unfortunately passed out. The lack of air from all his screaming and then choking session had cut off oxygen to his diminished, creepy brain. Most unfortunately, he was my only character still left in the room and I couldn't come up with a reasonably long post for a header. So I'll just write a few paragraphs about his inert body.
Poe had pale skin, due to being passed out.
Poe's hair was splayed across his face, due to being passed out.
Poe was stupid, because I like bashing him, and not because he was passed out.
Poe was unconscious.
Yes.
And then a hand clutched the back of her uniform.
With a cry, she whipped around, ready to deliver a devastating blow to her attacker-
And then paused.
"Oh. You."
(Heck, sorry, I'm an idiot-)
"Be quiet," the bashee said sharply. Then she sighed. "And don't bother me when I'm working. Okay?" She tried to soften her tone, but it still had an annoyed edge to it. "Good. I'll be in the other room." She swept away.
Brooksook stirred awake with a moan.
And then with a groan, they shut, and she slid down further on the couch. It was missing several patches and stuffing pooled out of the various holes. An ancient couch, it would seem, of antique design, but not cared for the way most were.
At last, she sighed, and opened her eyes again.
"Morning..." she grumbled. "Don' call me that..."