Felmorante L'lerim
Dual Entities
STABBY STAB TIME?
Equipment: Haywire I Armor over Viper Mk. I Skinsuit, Duraglide Boots with Boot RocketsDark Purple pair of Wrist Dazzlers, 7 Whimsy Knives, 3 Glitter Grenades, 2 Giggle Grenades, 1 Pink Vapor Grenade
Objective: Find out what fun has been happening.
Tags: Ingrid L'lerim Willow & Ivy Vyn Daldoure
She'd been napping for the majority of the time here, holed up in her room and messing with a few of her blades on and off again. The twins had been a neat thing, and so had poke head. The rest had been bleh. Ingrid didn't seem to keep the wildest of company, but the storm had rolled in, and kept them on the ground for a while now. Or maybe a short time. She'd slept through most of it.
But sounds had woke her, and pleas in the force had stirred her attention. Short ones, filled with dread and denial of what was happening. The spirit remained for a short time after, looking her way before fading out of sight. She had been attentive to what seemed like dots blink out through the force. A being, snuffed out. Once, twice, sometimes more. All quickly, all with ease.
She wanted to find them, and play.
Felmorante stretched, having brushed her teeth, drank the orange colored juice and nabbed a few bites to eat before replacing the blades to the inside of her jacket. Turning her wrists back and forth, she looked at her new toys, wondering they would be useful today, flexing and twisting her hands as the blaster port opened and closed. There was a tiny almost silent buzzing sound coming from the pair if she held them up to her ear. Like something benign working just below and out of sight.
It was the power cell and coils, which she knew, but it was neat to think something actually lived inside the bracelets and worked for her.
Down the hall, her door opened, albeit slowly as she held both wrists forward and made an absurd face while slowly scooting through the doorway. She'd seen the soldiers of the Empire do this in holo-vids. Pie-ing the corner or something they called it. Kept them safe supposedly, or made it easier to see. The thought just made her want some pie, with chocolate shavings on top.
Her footfalls were near silent, her physical form shrouded by the force as her thoughts went to keeping herself out of sight. Like a strange game of shadow tag, only someone or someone's were trying to shank you.
Danger tag.
Maybe they were just trying to have fun? It seemed to have made everyone wary, fearful, or at least concerned. Ingrid had kept herself calm, and had largely kept the whole place calm. Except mayor mcgrumpy-britches. The door was closed to where she could feel Ingrid, and the twins, and poke head. Her presence flared from the hallway, a clear sign she wasn't looking to cause trouble before entering before entering slowly.
Emerald eyes glowed softly as she looked over the group assembled inside, face slowly coming around the door. She held one hand out, lacking a weapon as a smile graced her features. Hair slipped from her shoulder, framing her before slipping inside completely and attempting to shut the door quietly behind her. She seemed excited, a buzz of happy energy flowing from her.