Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-26414442-20150514012727

((Ahhh yes this is getting so good! I love this plot.

And both OCs of mine in this are swearers. I'm hyped.))

Airmid listened. It was a delicate situation, and she wanted to help. Running and looking over the group, well, that was her responsibility. Even though the Dead Epics were an argumentive and clashing bunch, and even though Airmid hated to admit it, but she was fond of them. They were the closest things she had to friends. Apart from her roommate and her father, Airmid wasn't close to anyone, and the pretty cygnet that she kinda had a thing for was probably terrified of her.

The last thing Airmid wanted was to lose the companionship, and to lose the trust, of the one group that actually made her happy at this school. And if she failed to protect them, if all their personal thoughts and secrets and information got leaked, she would blame it all on herself.

She knew the girl they were taking about – Trisha Weaving. Well, kinda knew the girl. The two had probably traded shady or illegal things to each other once or twice, and Airmid's opinion on her was firmly neutral. After all, the girl apparently did everything to help herself – something that Airmid could understand and relate to, but also something she had to be wary of.

"She's an ethical egoist, though," she said, quietly. "Any motivation she has to help people, it's most likely for self-gain. What are the chances of this chick double-crossing us?"

Thoughts of Grimm offering the weaver an even bigger offer, one that would override theirs, flooded her mind. She coughed, mostly out of emotional discomfort.