09-Wings [action/dictated;]

[heal_theworld]

[After a few hours, Martel has realized she's one, trapped in the lobby, and two, her wings have appeared and won't retract. So she's stuck with sitting in the lobby on the couch, with her pink mana wings. Obviously this is a loss, and obviously someone is going to walk by and notice. So she'll deal with it as it comes up. But, she's also hungry, and can't even get out of the lobby to the kitchen.]

Ah, could anyone bring me some food? I seem to be on a loss, and I'm stuck in the lobby.

[ooc: Loss start! This can be action or over the journal.]

Comments

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[heal_theworld]

I wouldn't doubt that. They seem to have everything else here. I have seen a unicorn. It was a small, purple talking unicorn, but...

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[wilder]

Oh yeah. That unicorn...[He seems to be suddenly taking interest in the lobby's lovely architect and fiddling with a lock of his hair idly. He maaay have given that unicorn a very bad impression]

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[heal_theworld]

...You've talked to her, haven't you. [What did you do to the nice unicorn, Zelos?]

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[wilder]

[a small "heh..."]

Just the once! It was...a misunderstanding.

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[heal_theworld]

Zelos, did you tell her about the unicorn at Lake Umancy?

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[wilder]

Sorta...?

She asked if I saw a unicorn, and I said I've only seen the horn of one that my friend had.

I tried to clarify, but I think she was done listening.

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[heal_theworld]

Oh, it might have helped if you had told her you were from my world... I told her about the unicorn and how it had saved my life by giving me its horn. [And she just seemed to think it was slightly weird.]

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[wilder]

Oh...yeah. [That disease thing]

I didn't think of that. [He shrugs] Well, maybe next time she's brave enough to stand in the same room as me.

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[heal_theworld]

Or I'll tell her, next time I see her. [She's not quite sure when that's going to be but at least she won't be afraid of Zelos anymore.]

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[wilder]

Huh?

Thanks, but that's okay. It's my own mess I made, I'll fix it.

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[heal_theworld]

If you're sure, Zelos. It's the least I could do, after you've brought me food.

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[wilder]

Perfectly sure~!

And I just asked the ghosts in the kitchen in the food, really. So it's no big deal.

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[heal_theworld]

Well, thank you anyway. [It's the thought that counts, really. And she does like pasta.]