Old Siram Posts

Sotays screams of terror were almost enough to make Sachiel concede the fight. He wanted a fair match of skill and power, not to torture an innocent child. He prepared to free the boy, before he was surprised to see him free himself!Quite an impressive move, in fact... Sotay had literally knocked himself out of the orb of water using sheer force. Even if he used a sand cushion for his landing, that couldn't have felt good...The orb fell apart, the water falling to the ground, and he looked at the boy carefully. His eyes seemed to portray an image of terror and rage combined. The boy had lost it, and that would probably cost him the match. He rushed Sachiel head on, using the earth to enhance his speed. Unfortunately, his rushed mental state had caused him to overlook his environment. For some time now, he had allowed the mist to remain on the battlefield, and he would pay for it.

Sachiel couldn't afford to take Sotay on in a head to head battle. Both of them were worn, but his physical strength was lacking, wheras Sotay was lacking in stamina, and driven by adrenaline at the moment. Sachiel had to stop him before he made contact, because, for both of them, this would be the last leg. As Sotay rushed toward Sachiel, he would find his muscles growing quite tired. Why? Because of the water vapor he had allowed to remain on the field. It was freezing solid against his skin, and tiring out his muscles. The water that had dropped to the ground, suddenly wrapped itself around Sotays feet, freezing solid, and binding him to the ground. As this happened, the freezing water vapor continued to build up over Sotays body. The objective? no different than before. To shut down Sotays body, and send him into a peaceful sleep. He had fought briliantly, and Sachiel was more than impressed, but they had worn themselves thin, and this needed to stop. As he watched to see if Sotay would indeed calm down and drift to sleep, he took a course of action he should have taken long ago, he wrapped a layer of ice around his wounds, stopping the bloodflow. He had lost too much already, and could afford no more. He needed to stay conscious in order to heal the both of them.

sotaynru was ina fit of rage this not being the best state he began to realize the error in hsi ways though eh couldnt stop it. his rage had built and he was charging though he had indded forgot the water int he air moisture so foolish of him an excellent trap and quite possibly the end sotaynru had never lost a game yet this was no different he would not allow it. noticing sachiel begin to move to direct something sotaynru instantly dropped his foot to the groudn ina heavy stomp much more power consuming but still little to other attacks he had used. he slipped down into the ground encased in earth once more he punched the earth around him making room the rest of the walls disentegrated into millions of tiny needles that swarmed upon the man. sachiel had also made a miscalculation sotay could hide when needed at all times he just prefered not to. this was slightly off what he had wanted to do facing the man head on but none the less effective and would not leave sachiel time to respond to his wounds as new ones shaped upon him the blood loss would be the deciding factor not skill. not exactly hwo sotay wished to win this match but indeed he had hidden itn eh earth below once more seperating the moisture around his particular area so as sachiel could not use it against him he waited for his oppnent to wear down constantly sendin event he slightest bit of sharpened pebbles to keep him from takign any recovery. he had avoided the moisture and the water from behidn had not captured his feet due to the wall that sotaynru had made in the prior turn of this match. freezing all this moisture as well would add to sachiels bodily strain and his blood would end it the moment a pulse was not felt above sotaynru would return to the upper land nad help the man.

Sachiel couldn't pretend he wasn't irritated by Sotays hiding beneath the ground again. The "Final run" And this was the way he acted? Sachiel had no more strength for direct attacks such as the one Sotay was using, but he could still handle water in general forms, such as freezing, thawing, and moving. And that was exactly what he would do. Knowing the weakness to Sotays technique, he would take advantage of it. Sotay could not see what was going on on the ground above him! That would be his undoing. All Sachiel had to do was get him above the ground for a moment, and he could still claim victory!

Quickly maneuvering as Sotay made his way underground, Sachiel began to freeze water vapor into a mass of ice shaped exactly like him. It would be the dummy. It took the hits of Sotays attack, while Sachiel quietly manipulated the water in his own body to float himself into the ocean where he would not be detected. The instant he hit the water, the dummy hit the ground. Similar in shape and weight, however, lacking a pulse, it would seem to Sotay that Sachiel had finally passed out. And when he came to the surface, It would be Saciels final chance. One last opportunity to take him out, however the boy seemed to be too stubborn to allow himself to be knocked out by the cold tempuratures of ice.

So instead of freezing the remaining water vapor against Sotays skin, Sachiel brought it into the form of liquid water, once more surrounding the boy in water on all sides, and lifting him from the ground. He would cover everything but the boys mouth, giving him the ability to verbally surrender. There wasn't much more either of them would be able to do, after all.

sotaynru would almost fall for the mans trick except the ice dummy had a particular sound to its making upon having contact. he also expected that the eart would have little droplet of blood hitting it if he actually hit the man he would not succumb to easily the clone hit the earth again the sound it emenated was that of ice cracking slighly sotaynru would continue to remain hideen keeping his original plan as it was. firing small sharp pebbles at the man. he had also lost sight of the man in his state of ear he would not emerge until he was sure he had sealed victory or atleast that of a tie. meanwhile sitting there he would recharge while he wated and round two would begin if this man did not offer some agreement.

sotaynru listened to ashlings next comment he responded in kind he honestly had never thought of his age as a reality. he didnt act his age so he thought so why let it be a factor to worry about. he smiled then replied " umm well id have to say i like the energy i always have never tiring down on ideas creative sparks and i dont HAVE to go to school i choose to learn to increase my knowledge so idk it cant be too much different than an older emeporer atleast in my case. " he then looked out a small window seeing how the moon had suddenly shown when it had been barely nightfall only minutes ago he got up and bowed to her." umm im terribly sorry but i do have to go meet with lady micah this day perhaps we will share mroe time at the ball?" he left the question to hang there and departed int the corridors. still in the middle of his game he attempted to get ot micah undetected. though he didnt knwo how possible that would be prowlign the hall ways he crept aroudn every corner lookign for signs of heavy amounts of gaurds around a single room. he guessed that at the very least micahs room would be gaurded and secure.

(Now back to the original rp)

Finally, the man had left... This served as a major relief to Sachiel, who wanted to get Micah to her room, where she could rest. He took a deep breath, before rising to his feet, and walking over to the bed. "Are you ready?" he asked Micah, before lifting her up in his arms. She was quite light, but then, that was to be expected for her age. During his walk, for the first time, he realized how close his room was to Micahs. Had he really grown in the ranks that much? He thought about it as he made his way down the corridor. He really didn't answer to anyone in the Kingdom, besides Micah, and perhaps Naili. He smiled at the thought, pride raising within him once more, as his annoyance that had built over the past hour or so faded away. "Micah?" He asked. His voice was calm, as if he were afraid of waking her up.

He had something to ask her, and since their time on the beach, he hadn't gotten to ask her due to a variety of inturruptions, but it seemed he would finally have the opportunity to ask her. "About the ball coming up..." One would think he would have little to be shy about concerning the ball, considering all the work he had put into it, but there was reservation in his voice. As if he were ashamed to say what he needed to. Why? It was anyones guess. But it was clear that somehting was causing him to hesitate, which was far from his normal behavior.

The room had grown rather quiet by now; odd, Micah thought, just a moment ago she had been talking to Kazu, in Sachiel's room. But when she looked around the room now, it seemed empty, and strangely dark. Where had all the lights gone? The only illumination in the room was the dim glimmer of the moonlight, filtering through the dense, yet abnormally clear waters to cast a gentle blue glow through the room. Something was off about this lighting, though... It seemed darker than normal, not as comforting and calming as it normally was. Sitting up slowly in the bed, a hand lifted to brush across her eyes; my site is blurry, thats all! And yet, when she dropped her hand once more, the feeling was still there; in fact, it had even intensified a little bit. The faint echo of a lost memory nagged at her, plucking the strands of her mind like a pizzicato violinist. However, the only result of her attempt to try and remember this feeling, was a sudden, dull ache behind her eyes. Muffled at first, as if she were sheltered in cloth, and something was trying to get at her from the outside. It didn't take long for the intruder to push past the cloth, though; doubled over on the bed with the sudden growth of pain. Thats when the whispers came, creeping toward her from the water, banging on the crystal clear windows that sheltered her from the ocean; intruding, grabbing, pulling, pushing, drowning... And she looked up, eyes blurred, pulsating, almost, blood vessels abnormally profound; to see the twisted, mangled, and blood-smeared face of her mother, reaching toward her. And then her voice, pleading, penetrating, threatening... "Micah?"

She awoke then, the peaceful mask she had kept through her very un-peaceful sleep, shifting; twisted into the pained, terrified, and desperate face she would have kept in the dream, itself. Her eyes, pregnant with a sudden collection of tears, bloodshot, looked up momentarily to Sachiel's face. To her relief, he had taken that moment to look away, and so she dragged the sorrowful expression back, replacing it masterfully with a sleep-induced obliviousness. She lifted a hand then, to brush away the few remaining tears; passed off as brushing sleep from her tired eyes. "Mmm?" she replied, the childlike innocence laced naturally through her vocal chords by now. After she was sure her eyes appeared relatively normal, she let her land rest on her stomach; finding, for the first time, that she was being carried. Carried? Since when was Micah ever carried? But she liked it this way, it was comforting, after the dream she had just endured. With not a moments hesitation her head leaned gently into that of Sachiel's shoulder, the traces of a faint smile curving her lips. "What about it?" Was he hesitating? He didn't seem like one to hesitate, that she'd noticed... And lets face it, Micah could pretty much figure anyone out, within a few minutes of speaking with them.

"About the Ball..." Sachiel didn't know why his question was so hard to ask. Perhaps it was a reminder that he was truly an outsider in the world that has so graciously accepted him as one of its own. Or perhaps he simply didn't want to appear needy in asking too much of Micah. But he had brought it up now, so there was no escaping it. "I don't really have anything acceptable to wear to it..." His voice was low, his eyes set on the ground. They reached Micahs room as the words escaped. He paused before the door, as if he expected it to magically open before him. In truth, he was hesitant about walking into her room. He had never seen the inside before. Just days before he had spent what seemed like an eternity waiting outside for her. He shook his thought and returned to his question. "I've never owned anything fancy before. I suppose I could wear my Uniform..."

Sitting by the training room door Cepheus held within his long thin fingers a single lotus flower taking in the details of its slightly damp petals. Ceph young as he was knew well the cruelty of even a peaceful race, knew all to well that if you cannot protect yourself you are nothing more than a target. Thats why he had left the slum and moved to the main land to become a student of Sachiel. Even when he was no more than a child Ceph knew he would grow up to be a Guardian, his blue hair stood out against the normal blond es. While he knew what he would be he never believed he would be worthy due to his weakness, another reason he went to Sachiel. Ceph was thinking of home again, his mother and father. Their loving embrace when he went through the door to the house and was greeted by hugs and worried murmurs at his bruises. He was loved and he knew it, yet now he was repaying them. Here he would earn the money to take his family from poverty and ensure his sister didn't have to go through what he did.

Ceph closed his eyes and rested his head to the door while letting the lotus flower fall to the ground for the breeze to carry it away. He needed to clear his head before more tears ran down his cheeks

suddenly voices were heard down the corridor sotaynru waited then seen her being carried by...... god damit he thought is this man to constantly be in my way. it almost made him smile as he thought of this man as a simple rival in all that he did. they had battled earlier and tied int he same though he was beyond the levels of a formidable opponent. his journey had ended he had found micah. but somthign was wrong he could tell she wasnt the same as usual had this man hurt her? he didnt seem the type but sotaynrus paranoia told him other wise it was all he could do nto to charge the man and start anouther never ending battle with him due to his promise micah was not her normal self. instead he figured better to handle this like adults he stepped from behind his corner out into the veiw of the two." where are you going with the princess sir sachiel" he lowered his hood his red hair falling neatly behind him as he eyed the man he wondered what micah would say. and he honestly hoped he was wrong about this man.

Sachiels eyes settled on Sotay as he turned the corner. He wanted to smile, but the situation did not call for it. What was he doing down here without an escort? Furthermore, where was the hint of accusation in his voice coming from? Did he really have the audacity to accuse Sachiel of harming the one person he had dedicated his life to protecting? "I think the better question, Sotaynru, is what are you doing down here? Surely you weren't escorted..." Authority reigned in his voice, though there was still the familiarity of one speaking with a friend. He looked at a weakened Micah, and sighed. He was foolish to think he could hold a conversation with her without inturruption. She was too much of a celebrity...

Micah was content on listening to Sachiel's request now; anything to escape the memory of the dream, that was already starting to slip away from her conscious mind. With all of his hesitation, she expected his request to be some what of a big deal. Maybe he wanted a higher status in the kingdom? A new room? Something else she had been asked for by several people, many'a time. She was quite pleased, however, that his request was something as minute as proper dress wear for the Ball. But, lets face it, pleased was not even close to the suiting word. Amused, was more like it; at the fact that he seemed to have made such a big, uncomfortable mess of a deal out of something like clothes. Unable to keep the spontaneous fit of quiet giggles from bursting through her parted lips, a small hand came up to muffle the musical laughter. "Clothes, thats all? And here I thought you were going to ask for a promotion or something! Gosh, Sachiel, you really are silly!" And she wasn't meaning to be offensive; no, the childish amusement she was cursed with at such a young age was now getting the better of her. And just as she was about to reply to him, sooth his worries, she was startled to hear the voice of another. Eyes shifting immediately, the smile on her muffled lips only grew as the image of Sotay appeared before her eyes. So it seems she would talk to him once more, today, huh? "Oh, Sotay! I'm glad to see you again!" Her eyes shifted momentarily up to Sachiel, the smile still remaining. "He was just bringing me to my room, I fell asleep on his bed earlier, after Kazu had left." And then she realized, this sounded entirely wrong. With widened eyes, she glanced back and forth between the two a moment, before going on to correct herself. "I got a little overwhelmed earlier and almost passed out, you see! So he brought me to his room to lay down, and then Kazu came along, and things just sort of went from there..." She trailed off, finding this explanation, or at the very least the END of this explanation, not in the slightest bit helpful to her re-fraising. Momentarily, a look so clustered, so childish, as if she were in deep thought over the most interesting thing in the world, transformed her face into that of a mere infant. This look only lasted a few moments, however, before she snapped back into the reality of time and looked up at Sachiel once more. "Don't worry about clothing, I will have some prepared to fit you perfectly; any color and style you want. Theres no way I'd let you go in your uniform." And her voice held a teasing manner, though, it was true; she would not leave him to just wear his uniform when the whole of Daratan would be around.

sotaynru looked upon the man hearing micahs innocent ex0planation he let his gaurd down not to question the man he was actually very happy to hear it wasnt the thoughts he had registered he would have maimed any man low enough to do that to the innocence of this princess. his smile showed now as sotaynru looked over to micah then to sachiel. well i wont lie to you sir sachiel i first catapulted myself onto one of the islands very easily sneaking about this entire clan territory without a trouble ran across a girl to be named ashling shared a visit with this lady and then stumbled upon you and my original target. it appears princess micah that your one gaurd captain here is more useful than your entire island security you may wish to fix that. i assure you i mean no harm to the princess my request is very much the same as yours sir sachiel. i need clothes for the dance. though i must say im not as wimpy to admit this as you appeared. he smiled shildishly as he continued to talk. umm well sachiel id suggest a simple upgrade in security if i were an assassin i would have gotten far to close to micah dont you agree? he left the question to sit upon the mans mind turnign to micah." it appears we do get the pleasure of meeting once mroe this day how fair you princess?" he smiled lightly and waited for either to respond.

Sachiel was glad to hear that his issue was so minute in the eyes of Micah. "Thank you." It made him feel much better, though he still had one more matter to discuss with her. However, he could not discuss it with any other present. He showed irritation in Sotays statements about the guardians. After fighting with Sotay, he knew that they stood on pretty much equal grounds. And there was no guardian in Siram that could fight equally with Sachiel. So it was no surprise that Sotay could outwit them... However, he still didn't like to hear them spoken of in such a way. Furthermore, he didn't appreciate his statement about the way he asked Micah about clothing. The two of them had come from completely different backgrounds. Sachiel wasn't born in this Royal setting. He was Dirt poor. He was still adjusting to this life, and learning what was acceptable and what wasn't. However, he wouldn't grow upset. After all, he was just a child. He let out a sigh, and looked toward Micah, as if to ask if it was ok to invite Sotay into her chambers.

Sachiel arrived to meet Cepheus for their training session. He was a few minutes late, due to his run in with Sotaynru, however, he was present, and ready. He saw the boy as he came into range, and smiled. Deep in thought, as always, he thought. So many ways the boy reminded him of himself. which was the reason he agreed to train him, despite his lack of natural skill in some areas. "We'll be training elsewhere today." He told his pupil. "Follow me." With that, he lead him out of their normal training facility, and to the Pod Station. He would allow the boy to see the Kingdom for the first time today. They took the pods to the Underwater Kingdom, and led him to the Courtyard. (see Courtyard post for description.)

Sachiel made his way over to the lake, and bent down as if he were checking something in the water. Then, he stood up, and faced Cepheus. "We're going to get started on learning to trail water today." He told him. He extended his arms toward the lake, and ran them across his body. As he did so, a mass of water flowed up from the lake, and in a circle around him, before he placed it back in it's original position. "Show me what you've got!" He said in a playful manner. He could be a harsh instructor, but only when he had to. And he tended to be easier on his younger pupils.

Micah's eyes wandered back and forth between the two for several long moments during their exchange, until finally a wry sigh came to pass her small, pink lips. Bickering, again? Accept, it wasn't so much bickering, as it was subtle insults. Micah knew, of course, that Sotay was still young with childish innocence, and as such, liked to play games. However, it seemed that everyone Micah had come into contact today seemed to have some sort of insult directed at Sachiel, be it direct or otherwise. Was it really so hard to be even relatively nice to each other? Wasn't this a key aspect of peace, the very thing her, as well as Siram in whole, stood for? With a tired sigh, she set a hand on Sachiel's shoulder, eyes shifting to his own for a moment, a question in her eyes. Meanwhile, she motioned for herself to be put down, remaining silent. Once down, she would fish a small key out of the innards of her kimono, sliding the intricate little piece of metal into the lock, and turning the handle. With an audible click, the lock came undone, door opening up into a vibrantly lit, overly large room. The walls were painted an array of colors and designs; green shrubbery making way to vibrant cherry blossom trees, Tide-like patterns shimmering with a metallic blue tint, golden arch-like designs. The bed was just as extravagant as the room itself, too big a space in all of its glory for her to ever need. Glowing orbs of light danced peacefully through the air, defying all laws of gravity; due to the fact that they were really bubbles of water, with the orbs placed carefully inside. Candles were lit to make up for any other absence of light the orbs created, illuminating the walls with a warm glow. Taking one glance back at the two boys silently, she then slipped into her room, willing them to come or go as they should please. Her voice only came out, as she sat upon her bed, looking back up at them as they stood in the doorway. "Very well, then I will have suites prepared for the both of you, when you have the time to be fitted."

sotaynru sighed. he hoped that he hadnt insulted the man truly he didnt mean to he was trying to help him to fix the matter of lacking security. he didnt want themt o be unprepared perhaps he had been cross about it. he didnt know hwo else to seem that was just how he was. he finally before sachiel could turn he did somthign that would cross most that knew him as odd. " um sir sachiel i am sorry i dont mean to offend you with my words im merely looking to help you improve security measures to help the princess. " he bowed his head a bit as he then caught sight of the brilliant sparkles of the princess room. he looked it was amaing really still filled with such chilish an essence he couldnt belive it all. stepping forward a bit he looked more into the room then he heard her comment. " um princess micah i had come to get the fitting done at whatever time was convenient for you until this time may be i ask for your hospitality enough that you would have me stay in your city if nothing else i shall share the cell of a prison with a rat. he looked towards sachiel and smiled slightly " though dont expect me not to escape" his smile was easy to tell he was playign iht the man.

Micahs room was AMAZING!!! It was like a work of art that could fit a small army of people! Sachiel had been impressed with his room, until he realized that Micah had him living in her closet! He was so busy taking in the view, that he almost didn't hear Sotays apology. All he could offer him was a nod of his head. Not because he was uninterested. Simply mesmerized. He nodded once more, agreeing that the fitting could be done at whatever time worked for Micah. He even offered a small laugh at Sotaynrus comment. "A prison with a rat eh? I guess that means we're going to be roommates!" He laughed, his joke an obvious comparison of his own room to Micahs. Compared to her, he was in a prison cell. And he may as well have been a rat...

Ali was, big surprise, bored again. After leaving Ashling to settle in, she merely wandered around the kingdom. It was beautiful, she noticed for once. It was like walking through the water. Glass walls, so you could see the water. She liked to stop occasionally and watch whatever sea creature dared to come up close to the glass. She imagined what it would be like to be said creature, swimming around outside, looking into the glass at her. She would probably be the freak show then. the one with legs and arms and cloths. Step right up, look into the glass, see these facinating creatures!!

Dragging her hand along the glass, she walked down the halls, not even realizing she was automatically traveling the path to micah's room, until she heard voices. Of course she recognized Micah's voice. She'd had it imprinted into her mind since she had the mental ability to. The others she couldn't quite place, but she kept walking towards it anyway. "Micah?"

Making herself leisurely, and very informally comfortable on her large bed, Micah's feet kicked up, arms crossing behind her head. The overall response to her room seemed a bit over the top; she personally didn't like the size of her room, or her bed, as they were over indulgences. Extravagance was not a need, nor desire to her for the moment; more important, was her people, and the peace of her lands. However, it did bring her some satisfaction to see that they liked the room, hoping in particular that the paintings on the walls had caught their eyes; for she had done them herself, after her parents had died. Just looking at the images of pure beauty reminded her of the life she used to have, with the family she loved. The thought of them set her at ease, yet at the same time, left her teetering over a dangerous edge. However, friends were around, and so now was not the time to slip into that downer mood once more. Instead, a smile formed on her brilliant little lips; bright enough to compete with the pure, peaceful lighting of the room, all its own. "Of course we can make arrangements, Sotay, theres absolutely no need to be housed in a jail cell." Her attention then shifted to Sachiel, an eyebrow arched slightly as she attempted to interpret his words. Did he want a bigger room? Surely, if he did, this would be granted. Better yet... "Want to trade rooms, Sachiel? This one is a little too big for my taste..." Of course, she would have to repaint the designs onto her new bedroom walls, and paint over the ones in here, if he so desired. She wouldn't mind though, it had been so long since she'd painted, and it might be a good idea to get back into it, she supposed.

Micah's attention soon shifted from these thoughts, as the voice of a familiar friend echoed from down the hall. "Ali?" she responded, awaiting for the image of her figure to appear in the door way. With a very childish grin, Micah jumped quickly from her bed; a little too quickly, as she was still pretty weak, and thus stumbled as she got up. However, she caught herself, and made her way over to the other side of the room, where she then embraced Ali with the hug of the century. After the hug was said and done, her arm slung casually over Ali's shoulder, eyes shifting to the two men in the room. "Ali! This is Sachiel, and Sotay, two of my friends! Sachiel's a guardian, and Sotay, well, he's the Prince of Septur Kana!" And a childish giggle emitted from her lips, eyes shifting to them both. "And this is Ali, my best friend since childhood." And now that proper introductions were settled, at least on her part, she let go of Ali and once more slung herself casually over her bed, patting the large masses of space around her for anyone who wanted to sit. It was then, in fact, that she also noticed Naili in the door frame, silent in all her glory. Well, could this night get any better? "Naili! Come join the party! I believe you know everyone here" And that childish grin returned once more, followed by a content sigh, and bright smile. Surrounded by friends and family, what could be better than this moment?

sotaynru joked with sachiel as if they were friends. he smiled until the childish voices of other girls was heard sotay froze as if petrified as he seen micah jump from her bed and hug the young beauty behind him. .....he was surrounded...by..... girls... sotay gulped a bit and looked as if he had gotten teh biggest scare of his life his face goign a bit red as he heard the introductions his mind came to reality as he heard his name int eh introductions he had been holding his breath and coughed a bit as he tried to speak he caught his breath and spoke weakly looking at first the younger of the beautys there then to micah then to the young developed mistress with blue hair. he began to pull up his black hood. hearing micahs tatement on a roomhe turned to her." umm...umm.. where woudl the room.... bbbbee"... this was a situation sotay had not faced before.

Trade rooms? Was she serioius? Surely it had to be some sort of practical joke. He laughed as he responded to her. "Micah, if this was my room, I would bring in tenants and charge them rent." The idea actually didn't sound bad, but if he did switch rooms with Micah, he surely wouldn't know what to do with all the space either. "I'll give you a little while to reconsider that, then if you want, ask me again." He said. He still didn't believe she was serious, but he would play along for the time being. He then bowed, and extended his arm to Ali. "Pleasure to meet you." he said politely, offering her a smile, before his eyes diverted to the latest entry into the room. "Fancy meeting you here." He said to the blue haired beauty. He had grown fond of being in her company, so in his eyes, the party was now complete. He looked over at what appeared to be a quite disturbed Sotay, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you ok?" He asked, sincerely concerned for the boy.

Ali grinned and sat on the bed next to Micah. She could feel that the poor kid who looked about 2 years older, maybe less, was uncomfortable. And shy. It was cute. "Dude, relax," She said to him, then she turned to the other, older guy. "Hello." She followed where he was looking. There she saw a girl who seemed kinda showoff-y, just based on the way she was dressed. "Hi."

"Micahhhh, why are there so many people in your room?" She asked, scooting shyly closer to her friend. She wasn't used to being around so many people. Actually, she wasn't used to being around anyone but Micah, normally. She pulled her feet up, her knees below her chin, and wrapped her arms around her legs. She didn't really like it. The kid was hilarious, and Micah was a good friend but she didn't know the others at all. "Hi," She repeated, this time directed at everyone.