selphie_t | 003; I'm on the Highway to Hell [Voice]

[It's a miracle that Selphie's still managing consciousness as she stumbles back into House 11. Her aches, ache and her reserves of adrenaline are just about spent as she makes a slow, stomping trudge up the stairs to the second floor of the house. She peels off the layers of destroyed leather and leaves them in scattered heaps on the upper portion of the stairs. She'll stifle a yawn before opening the door to her room. She kicks her boots off into the open closet and finally gets a good look at herself in the mirror.

She looks like shit and couldn't care less. She's a lovely myriad of black, blue and purple as she contemplates a shower. Her hair is a tangled, matted mess from days of hard fighting and overuse of filial magic. She stands there in black leather pants and an undershirt before she peels out of her ruined clothes and slips into a pair of clean pajamas. The bags under her eyes have bags as she digs through the top drawer for the hi-potions she kept handy in case of trouble. She doesn't even wince at the awful taste as some of the discomfort dissipates as the potion works its magic.

It also brings with it a deep lethargy as she walks to her bed and flops into the comfort of the matress beneath her tired body with a soft grunt of pain. She stares at the white ceiling with disinterest before her hand reaches for the journal. She doesn't know what to say about the draft other than the fact that it went to hell in a handbasket fairly quick.

Add in a 12 hour enforced quaranteen where the Malnosso refused to let her sleep for more than two hours at a time and Selphie's ready to crash for the next couple of days. Maybe she should've gone to the clinic for treatment and lectures from Bones but she's just too out of it as she fumbles for the voice button.]

Hey. [The exhaustion is clear in her voice.]

There might be more people coming back from the draft and they're gonna need help so keep an eye out for them, okay? I dunno where they're gonna show up but they're gonna be pretty banged up and half-awake like me.

So... g'night Luceti. It's good to be back...

[Selphie trails off and all that's left to hear is her soft breathing before the posting eventually times out. If one is listening closely, they might hear some mutterings about Zombies, viruses and hi-potions.]

[ooc: Responses from Selphie will be forward dated at least 18 hours from now.]

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[Freaking innocent little chibis. What is he supposed to do with this?]

It sounds fun.

[If he was more of a troll he'd joke about wrestling Grell, but nope, can't do it.]

Is she getting any stronger?

So Smoker~

[Selphie sees that blushing.]

Whatcha blushin' about?

A blanket has more strength than she does. That's why I told her to not try to do it with anyone, but at least she should be able to talk with her friend without problems and knowing what everything is about.

[Munching the pancakes and looking at Smoker when Selphie points out the blushing. That's a good question, Selphie, Ikki may not get where Smoker's mind is going but he isn't so much of a fool to think he has a fever or something.]

Did something with Grell happen?

Yeah, that's fine, then. So long as she can discuss it. She's gotta keep getting stronger though.

No. Tch. Shut up. And I'm not blushing. [Scowls and tries to figure out how to discreetly kick Selphie under the table. Except stupid draft she probably doesn't need to get hurt more. Grr.]

I'm sure Kotomi-chan is strong in her own way but if you wanted her to have a partner who's more her size...?

[Lies and slander as she shoves a forkfull of pancake into her mouth and her next reply is muffled and distorted as a result.]

Totally blushing! Somebody's got a secret~

I don't think her strength is physical in any way though, but if you want to give it a try? You're welcome to do so, maybe your impression of her strength won't be as bad as mine.

[Depends if Selphie is as strong as Ikki, not that she's weak, she's certainly strong and as far as Ikki knows she's more versatile than he is which would give her the upper-hand if they were to check who was stronger. But when talking only about pure physical strength he has a better chance.

He gives Smoker a look, clearly agreeing with Selphie. You're red like a tomato, man.]

I am not, and I have not.

[Attempts to hide behind his coffee. Of course, now that he's already blushing, being called on it just makes it even worse. Fuck his life.]

I don't really know any wrestling moves though so you might have to teach me at the same time.

[Selphie snickers as Smoker attempts to hide.]

I just know how to wrestle, I don't really know the moves per say. Unless you want to learn through direct practice against me.

[Ikki gives Smoker a glance.]

Go to the bathroom, Smoker.

[There's a mirror there where he will be able to see himself and his pretty blush.]

Don't tell me what to do.

[Puts on sunglasses. Screw you guys. He will just hide more... /hides.]

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