Death Emizel (
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revenance_comms2013-04-28 05:34 pm
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[It was the middle of the night, or middle of the morning, whichever you want to call it. For most here, the art of sleep may have been... sort of an odd ritual than normal, with the constant reoccurring dreams. Emizel had been good about it not bothering him that much for quite some time. Many demons had a habit for staying awake for days on end and then sleeping all that time off later. Which may have been part of the case here, only now, this time the dreams were really starting to get to him.]
[Getting to sleep wasn't the hard part, it was trying to stay there. Rolling to a different side, curling up, straightening out, lie on his back, neither of those things were making anything different. Still the same dream, still the same memory. Being abandoned was bad enough just the first time, of course he didn't want to be reminded of it another twenty times more.]
[The next time Emizel woke up he got so fed up that he chucked the pillow across the room, disrupting the Spirits. From there he sat up and brought his knees to his chest.]
... I'm not allowed to forget, am I? [Buries face.]
[... Alright alright. Maybe there was something that could distract him from this. A minute or so later he looked up to the nightstand and grabbed the device, and clicked it open. There had to be something else going on..]
((If I know whenever or not Emizel is freelancing hotels again, or if he's staying with the Tea Shop gang or Days Trio by now, this post may double as an action one too))
[Getting to sleep wasn't the hard part, it was trying to stay there. Rolling to a different side, curling up, straightening out, lie on his back, neither of those things were making anything different. Still the same dream, still the same memory. Being abandoned was bad enough just the first time, of course he didn't want to be reminded of it another twenty times more.]
[The next time Emizel woke up he got so fed up that he chucked the pillow across the room, disrupting the Spirits. From there he sat up and brought his knees to his chest.]
... I'm not allowed to forget, am I? [Buries face.]
[... Alright alright. Maybe there was something that could distract him from this. A minute or so later he looked up to the nightstand and grabbed the device, and clicked it open. There had to be something else going on..]
((If I know whenever or not Emizel is freelancing hotels again, or if he's staying with the Tea Shop gang or Days Trio by now, this post may double as an action one too))
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[Does Ienzo sound bitter? Yes, definitely.]
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... I had pretty much lost everything.
[Actually it wasn't just some, it really was everything.]
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[He's not sure if he's gotten his home back. Hopefully Emizel's situation is better.]
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[Although, maybe it's because he's scared of loosing it again.]
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... What do I do?
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Hmm..
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[Moxie also really liked the idea of a sleep over too~ 8D]
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M-maybe just this once! [Except he did sort of like not being alone]
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Whatever you would prefer.
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[Ienzo stands.]
Let me straighten up a bit and then we can go up.
[He moves to put the cookies away, nudging Lea into wakefulness. Lea rolls over and barks sleepily at Moxie.]
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[Whenever Ienzo was ready then, Emizel was set to go.]
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[Ienzo headed up the stairs. Lea trotted up after him, wagging his tail and generally getting underfoot. The room upstairs was an open living room and kitchen together, and quite large. There was a clear seating area with cushions on the floor; somewhat nestlike in a way.]
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[Val took off from Emizel's head and landed somewhere in the kitchen area... either in search of food or looking at whatever kinds of food there actually was..... Already making himself right at home, apparently.]
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[Lea waddled over to flop down in the pillows, though he was apparently well-trained enough not to bark when people were sleeping nearby.]
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[Welp if there was room for more, Moxie was going to take a comfy pillow too, and mutter softly.]
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