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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 10:54 pm
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Behind her mask, Needle's eyes were narrowed to appraise the Hunter's offer. The nagging worry in the back of her mind whispered that he was just using this to lull her into a false sense of security, but her common sense told her that it was a legitimate offer. If he wanted to hurt her he had plenty of time to do it before now, and what kind of creature breaks a guise and then strikes? It seemed like a ridiculous notion, and realizing that made her believe that Bix was telling her the truth now.
"I would appreciate that. I have many questions I am sure you can answer." Which was really no different than any other day, but now they had a point, rather than the random things that would normally pop into her head to ask. He seemed to test the ground, and Needle took that as an invitation to sit. The Engraver knelt in the grass and settled down on her knees, hands perfectly folded on her lap in the very picture of grace. She waited in silence for Bix to sit, and when he did she stayed silent a little longer; she knew what she wanted to ask him, but she was oddly terrified of his answer.
"Do you know who hurt my sister?" As afraid as she was, she had to know. Before anything else. Even if his confidentiality meant she would be refused a name. It was important.
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 1:47 pm
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Needle tried to process what she was being told. Bix knew who hurt her sister, that much she understood, but the rest of it took a little longer to understand, if she could understand at all.
"All of that is normal to me." She did chime in that much at least, in regards to the pink haired girls and furry eared boys. Of course seeing colours wasn't really in her skill set, she could see vague shades, and that was close enough. Though when she compared a 'humanoid' like herself to some of the other creatures she had met she did recognize an awful lot of differences. "I imagine there is not much physical variety where you are from?" Every being in Halloween was a creature, but what made his explanation more troubling was his continued use of us. As if he had been there.
Her lips pressed together, uncertain and worried.
"The one directly responsible for my sister's capture was acting under orders, then? They were not unnecessarily cruel to her?" Needle probed carefully. What happened to the other students was unfortunate, but she did not know them. She could not act or take up arms on their behalf; Lattice, however, was practically her ward. Any action against Lattice was an action against Needle as well. "Did they try to stop those who were?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 1:59 pm
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"I do not, unfortunately. It has never been an Engraver's job to acquire FEAR, at least not that I am aware of. Lattice and I are the first in our clan to be allowed to leave the Manor. When I enrolled, I adjusted my desired learnings to accommodate knowledge of Halloween. I had been considering Human Studies for my third year classes." She explained, but was not entirely sure why she needed to defend herself. This friendship thing was a dangerous one; she was sitting with her enemy, and yet wanted to tell him everything because he was her friend. She withheld her judgement on the Human world, thinking it unwise to announce to Bix how terribly sad it must be, to be so unprepared. No wonder there were Hunters. Needle remained silent for the rest of his explanation, and was unsurprised to hear that he couldn't recall it. It had been years ago, and she imagined his life to be very large and exciting.
"I understand." She said simply, her voice honest. "In my position, would you not want to know what happened? If you could understand the concept of violence as nothing more than duty, would you not like to hear that they did not personally approve? Would it not make it easier to accept, however slightly?"
"We are creatures of pain, Bix. Torture of our own flesh and the oppression that comes with iron-clad duty is what we Engravers experience on a daily basis. It is what we thrive on. But that event broke her. Please try to understand how significant that is." Needle moved for the first time, lifting a spike-ridden arm; he couldn't see it, but her gaze had dropped to stare at her stained palm, the years of needle pricks and ink glowing in her vision with sharp clarity. When the hand moved again, it was to rest over her heart, her wrist and elbow bent awkwardly to avoid impaling herself by accident.
"I only asked to ease my mind. My sister is my world. My twin. My literal other half. She means the world to me, and I can not feel whole without her. I've only begun to realize that these feelings are called love, and yet that word still does not describe it." It was easier to explain now that she had a word she could put towards it, even if it did underestimate the depths of her attachment to Lattice. She sighed heavily, her hand sliding back down to her lap, still held out just enough to avoid her own needles.
iloveyoudie Apparently it's her turn to word vomit
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 7:06 am
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The Engraver allowed him to come a little closer, comfortable enough to allow the closer proximity, though she did not reach out to encourage further contact. Not like she used to. “Then perhaps you have more in common with us than you imagine.” There were a lot of similarities between them, but the gap was too large to be anything more than coincidence. She went silent again, trying to think it through.
”Forgive me, I fail to understand how that means hurting the innocent.” Needle was trying to understand, but there was a clear disconnect in her mind. “Would it not make sense to target those who have already been presented as a threat, instead of creating new ones with your actions? Surely your superiors understand this?” Had Bix not won her friendship first, she imagined she would have easily become their next threat, on the grounds of trying to protect what was most precious to her.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 8:00 pm
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A hint of a smile eased onto Needle's resting lips.
"I will do my best to contain myself." Because she was so rowdy and excitable, of course - and she knew it. As she had before, she fell into a contemplative silence, her form going still as she thought about the offer, and what it meant - not to mention, the risk she was taking by even asking. Outwardly, she was as calm as ever; inwardly, her ghostly heart was pounding hard, and her nerves were on edge.
"Please, do not misunderstand me." She said at length, having thought about it. "I do not think I can trust you so blindly anymore." Needle added, allowing a small dip of regret into her voice despite her unintentional pun. "However, with our history, I believe in you enough to take this one chance. If you really are the Bix I had come to adore, and if you are telling me the truth now, then there is no danger in this for me." She was, of course, entirely planning on telling as many people as she knew about what she was up to - just in case. Hunters were serious business, but Bix...he was her exception.
"Then I would be interested in experiencing your home first hand, as you have mine."
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