Gwyar ‘Aries’ Ariethous Fraoch | Male | 17 | Demisexual | Ambi | Physical - Weapon Knowledge | Mentions; Everyone(Ind).
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Frankly, Gwyar was surprised he’d lasted this long. Of course, he had to face Jay eventually, and as he had just sat on the floor with a book from the bookshelf, the very phone that Jakob had bought him rang with the ringtone that his love had picked out for himself. Quickly, immediately, he grabbed his phone and tapped accept, putting the phone to his ear.
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Before he could even say hello, or apologize, or explain everything- Jakob spoke, voice obviously upset. “Where the fuck are you, Khorne?!”
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He flinched, biting his lip. “Sorry- I’m sorry. Something came up, I meant to tell you, I just- Sorry.”
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“Somethin’ came up?”
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“Yeah..?” He bit his lip.
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“And what could’ve possibly come up that’s more important than me to you?”
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Gwyar tensed, swallowing nervously, “Nothing! Nothing. Sorry. I didn’t- Mean that… I…”
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“No, of course not. What came up?”
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Jakob seemed a bit calmer, he forced himself to relax a bit. “I… I, uh, got a Wild…?” He hated lying but Jay might not believe him if he told him what was actually happening…
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“Wild?... Oh, yeah, the ‘games’. What have I said about the codes? Stop using them. They’re stupid as shit. Are you back home now at least?”
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“No… I, uh…” He paused, what was he supposed to say?
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“No? Then where are you?”
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He bit his lip. What was he supposed to say? He didn’t know- He wasn’t sure- How was he supposed to explain?
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“Are you lying to me, Khorne? Is that what’s going on here? What did we decide about lying, Khorne?”
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He was shaking a bit, “That, uh… That lying’s bad. I’m sorry. I… I got a, uh, a new job…? Kind of…? I-I…”
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“What the fuck, Khorne?! How’s that the same as a ‘Wild’?!”
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Gwyar flinched, “I- I’m sorry. The jobs for the s-same kind of thing, so… Uh… I, uh… They just relocated me, uh, b-basically…? But! But, uh, I'm still allowed to visit! So…” He paused, biting his lip, “...Sorry, uhm…”
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“Relocated? The fuck do you mean, relocated?! Are you saying you moved whole cities?”
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He flinched again, shoulders hunching up. “K-Kind of…? I don’t… I don’t actually know whe-where I am…”
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“You’re abandoning me? Seriously? After everything?!”
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“No! No, never! I swear, never! I didn’t- I didn’t want to, I just- I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’ll be back. I-I don’t know when, just, uh… I will. I promise.” He was breathing heavily, fast.
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“Fuck. Just- Fucking leave it, Khorne! I don’t give a shit! I see how you are! Can’t even stay for the person who saved your fucking life!”
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Again, he flinched, shaking. “I will- I’ll come back. I’ll be back. I’ll ask tomorrow- They’re asleep right now- I-I swear. I’ll- I’ll figure this out. I’ll be back. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I don’t- I’m not leaving, I-I promise. I’ll never leave. I-I just- I don’t know. I- They- Th-They said I had to and I– I’ll be back. I promise.”
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Silence… He checked his phone to make sure Jakob hadn’t hung up, he hadn’t.
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“Fine. Ask them tomorrow. Dammit, Khorne, you’re fucking worrying me. You know? I don’t want to lose you.”
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He swallowed thickly, biting his lip. “I-I know… I’m sorry.”
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“I’ll call you again tomorrow, Khorne. Let me know what they said, ‘kay?”
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He nodded, “I will. L-Love you, Jay…”
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The line was quiet. He pulled his phone from his ear, seeing that Jakob had already hung up… That went… Better than he’d been expecting, at least…
*~*~*~*
Gorōta Sanae Ryuugo | Male | 16 | Demisexual | Ambi | Emotional/Healing - Heal Physical Wounds | Mentions; Everyone(Ind).
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In the solitude of his room, where he was no longer affected by the emotions of others, his anxiety came back, full force. Strong enough that he had barely managed to ward off a panic attack in favor of grabbing one of his medical textbooks and trying to read it. His vision wouldn’t focus fully on the words though, and he kept having to reread every other sentence or paragraph a few times over.
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But he was still able to see the words, which he tried to count as a win because it meant that he wasn’t at risk of a terrible attack if he did end up having one. Which was nice, at least. He hoped no one else had as much anxiety as he did. He considered, after a few pages, if he should call his friends. Tell them more of what was going on.
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He decided against it, if they wanted answers then they would call him themselves. They always had in the past. Really, the only one he was allowed to call himself was Two, and he was probably annoyed enough after the first call anyways. So Gorōta continued reading instead, sitting in one of the chairs that were in the middle of his new room. Which was honestly pretty cool, he’d never had a room as nice as this one, after all.
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He wondered if his parents were worried about him… He hoped they weren’t, though the chance they actually were was honestly pretty low anyways. They never normally noticed when he was home or not. Which he was fairly glad about, though he was certainly worried about what he’d do when they finally did notice… He wasn’t sure, and he didn’t want to find out what they would do either.
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Revan Rafe-Hassen Rowland | Male | 18 | Gay | Ambi | Space - Alter Gravity | Mentions; Everyone(Ind).
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Revan was sitting down at the desk in ‘his’ room, typing on his laptop and on a new pot of coffee, when his phone rang where it was on the desk beside his laptop. The ringtone was his mothers, he could tell immediately. Without a word, he took it with one hand while keeping the other typing, hitting accept and putting her on speaker as he sat his phone back down. “Yes?”
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“Not even going to say hello?”
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He rolled his eyes, kept his hands typing. “I assumed you would want to get to the point instead of going through any pleasantries.”
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“Well, since you’re so impatient to get there, I suppose I will get on to it then. As you’re working from a new location, I have a few questions and expectations to go over with you.”
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Of course she did. He took a sip of his coffee as he waited for her to begin her questionnaire.
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“First off, where is this place that you’re working from now? Do I need to prepare for it to be in a different timezone?”
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He considered the question, kept typing, and spoke. “The location is undisclosed as of now, even if it is a different timezone I will make sure to get everything done on the same schedule as before.”
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“Right. Well, do try and figure out the location. I do still expect you to attend the weekly dinners. Does Katalyn know the schedule for meetings since she’ll be attending them for you now?”
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He barely resisted the urge to huff over the dinners. Of course she’d still expect him there… “She is aware of the schedule, yes.” There wasn’t any point in arguing against her, he just had to keep working and answer her questions.
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“Good. If she’s ever late, I’ll be holding you accountable. Should I expect your productivity to suffer?”
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Revan thought over it, Mr. Caeso had mentioned training which meant there would be time taken out from his usual schedule. However, he could always figure out a way to keep it up. “Minimally, if at all.”
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“Right then. Onto the expectations. Firstly, I expect you to attend the weekly dinners, as I’ve already said. Secondly, all of your work will still be on time. Thirdly, you’ll keep up with your schoolwork as well. Both your college and highschool classes. If your productivity goes down, I notice missing, late, or poor work then I will either be calling, taking it out of your paycheck for the week, or speaking to you about it at dinner. Fourthly, I expect you to answer any calls I or anyone else from the company make. Are we clear on these expectations?”
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“Yes mother, we are.” There wasn’t a point to arguing, the expectations were fair anyway. The same ones as when he hadn’t been here. “Are there any new ones though? Or is this simply a review?”
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“There are no new ones. Who are the people you are staying with? How many are there?”
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“There are seven. The name of the leader is Horatio Caeso.” He continued typing as he spoke, making sure to keep from slowing down.
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“And the other six?”
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“I don’t have their names yet.” Technically true, other than that ‘Nico’ one. She didn’t need to know only one more though. Better to wait.
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“Right, of course you don’t. Well, I suppose it’s better that way anyways.”
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He stayed quiet, eyes staying on the screen of his laptop, he kept typing, not allowing his hands to stall. Regardless of his feelings on the matter.
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“One last thing, Revan.”
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At her venomous tone, he almost flinched. His shoulders came up and hunched, hands stalling. He looked over at his phone, forcing his shoulders back to normal as he gave her his attention. He rested his hands on the keyboard, and listened.
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“I don’t expect you to listen, you never do when it comes to this, but don’t mess up. Your public image is already tainted enough as-is. Anymore and you may end up staining mine, as well. And I am no murderer, so do be careful about that.”
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His teeth were gritted, he kept quiet, eyes narrowed, shoulders threatening to hunch again. He didn’t allow them to, he stayed still as can be.
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“If I learn that any of these people are hurt because of you, in any way whatsoever, I will discuss it with you personally, and we will figure out what to do as a consequence for your actions. Whether the person hurt is someone from the company or someone in this new group. Is that understood?”
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It took him a moment to answer, finding he had to swallow around a tight lump in his throat to do so. His voice was still quieter than it had been before when he answered. “Yes ma’am.”
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“I doubt it.”
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The call ended, the room stayed quiet. He stared at his phone for a moment longer, and then forced his eyes back to the screen of his laptop, willing his fingers to begin typing again. He still had work to do, after all. His mother had every right, every reason for her concern to be valid. Wallowing in undeserved self-pity was a waste of time, unproductive, and completely uncalled for. Especially when he still had work to do.
Fall Month: 2 
Day 
Hurricane
