http://constellates.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] constellates.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2009-08-10 06:17 am (UTC)

As the room slowly filled up with people, Alkaid breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like Landel's as usual, now, and while she wasn't exactly happy that the maybe-program still had a bunch of people captured within it, she was super glad not to be alone with a bunch of noobs anymore. And - ah! - there was Venom the Hair Guy. How could anyone mistake that big blue eye dyed onto his hair? Looked like he'd made it to the land of the living okay. Not that he'd been in danger, but, eh, whatever.

She looked boredly at a pew, about to take a seat, when she heard her name. And in that unmistakable voice, too! That guyyyy.

She turned around, waving happily to her friend. "Oh, hi, Haseo!"

He looked different. Not just tired, as if he had been drugged, but the wavemarks on his face, and his hair, had changed from the last time she saw him. It was like he was in his old Flick Reaper form. Geez, Adept Rogues had it kinda good sometimes, even though they were still a jack-of-all-trades class. Being able to change your costume was kinda cool. Alkaid liked her normal outfit just fine, though.

Maybe he'd just had a rough night. In any case, good old Alkaid could take care of that!! And if it was true that she'd been out for a while, like she had theorized last night, he might be kinda surprised to see her again.

"Come on, the Haseo I know wouldn't let a thing like zombies get him down!" She winked, taking a step toward him, putting the hand that waved back on her hip.

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