3rd kick: voice/action for house 11

[kickingcatcher]

[When Crys arrives back at the house late at night, she pretty much looks like a wreck. She just looks plain exhausted, and her left arm is in a sling. The rest of her is spotted with a few bruises and small scrapes, but nothing too horrible aside from her arm. As she walks up to the house, she notices the... weird ice wall? And stares in disbelief before walking in. Why she didn't notice it sooner, we may never know. Anyway, walking back into the house now. Mega walks with her for support as Crys closes the door. Unconsciously, she speaks to nothing.]

I'm home...

[Except everyone is asleep. Whoops. Mega nudges her gently with her head, and Crys pats her back. Letting out a tired sigh, she'll just walk to the kitchen and get some water or something. And sits down with her good hand covering her face.]

[Voice]

[Much later in the day on the 24th, and at a more reasonable time than midnight, she opens up the journal and pauses for a bit. She sounds a little tired, taking a deep breath before speaking.]

Has being here changed anyone?

Comments

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold just sips his juice now. Yep, good juice.]

[tsuntrader]

[Great juice, even.]

[kickingcatcher]

[Yummy juice. So now what, Crys is kinda nodding off here.]

[mischiefbreeder]

So what happened to this place? [Don't think he didn't notice the destruction.]

[tsuntrader]

There was a huge storm. A bunch of droids, superpowered droids, and baskers stormed around the village looking for the blue guy. They didn't get him, but they took a bunch of people disguised as him in his place. The blue guy talked for a little while over the journals before he died.

[kickingcatcher]

Is that how your leg got hurt?

[mischiefbreeder]

You got bitten, didn't you?

[tsuntrader]

Yeah. [Damnit, Gold.]

[kickingcatcher]

How bad is it? [She peers over to lean at it.]

[mischiefbreeder]

You were plannin' on keepin' quiet about it too, weren't you?

[tsuntrader]

Only about my leg. That part's not important.

[kickingcatcher]

Then I guess my arm wasn't important, and I didn't need to tell you about that.

[mischiefbreeder]

[Oh shit Crys is laying down the verbal smackdown, Gold'll keep quiet for now. Let her do her thing until Silver decides to stick his foot in his mouth.]

[tsuntrader]

What do you think, Crys? Isn't something bothering you a little more than your arm right now, too?

[kickingcatcher]

[... okay, that's it. She pales a bit, and pretty much looks like she's about to cry. She's just going to get up and walk by you guys now.]

I'm going to bed.

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold sees that change of expression on Crys' face, and how quick she is to leave, so Gold stands up to head off her escape route. He's glaring right at Silver.]

That's not cool, Silver! You can't go sayin' those kinda things to a lady! [He has no idea what this is even about, but Crys looks ready to cry, and that's all he needs to know. He's worried about her.]

[tsuntrader]

[No. You know what, no. He's not being made into the bad guy here. Gold can't stop both him and Crys at the same time, so he's going to get up and try to leave as well.]

[kickingcatcher]

[She is really, really not in the mood, Gold. She's not making eye contact, and just going to keep her gaze down.]

Gold, please move. I'm tired, I want to go to my room.

[mischiefbreeder]

Not so fast. Both of you, sit down. [His voice is tense and serious and strict, definitely not the carefree tone he usually carries.]

[tsuntrader]

[Oh. Yeah, he can't argue with Gold when his tone is like that. Sitting... Down...]

[kickingcatcher]

[OKAY FINE, she'll sit down. But on the other end of the couch. And not making eye contact with either of you. Especially Silver.]

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[mischiefbreeder]

[Oh wow, that actually worked. No wonder Crys uses it so often.]

C'mon you two, is this really the time to be fightin'? We've just survived a major battle and seized victory for another time. Back at home, this is the point where we start celebratin', not leapin' at each other's throats!

[mischiefbreeder]

...After all, we're friends. Sure, we've got our differences, but that's what makes our bonds so strong. Actin' like this... It's just not right.

[tsuntrader]

[...]

Yeah. You're right. ...Sorry. [He's just... Going to look away. He's too exhausted to hide the pained look on his face, but... It's not a pained look thanks to his leg.]

[kickingcatcher]

[She hugs her knees, still not making eye contact with anyone.]

... I'm sorry, too, Silver. I-I shouldn't have snapped at you. It was my fault.

[And she means it sincerely. If not only because she wants to go to bed.]