Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20160512211718/@comment-3991308-20160527115648

((That is all goods! Dead Epics is open to anyone meant to die – being revived or not is just a minor concern to them!

Also, I'm going to put in my French kids, because they deserve some attention too. And this turned out longer and less funny than I intended to, whoops.))

Icarus nodded at everyone's short description, hoping to offer some sort of nonverbal encouragement. There was the Yankee – seemed typical as always (still, Icarus couldn't help but be slightly amused by his tiny increase of positivity), Rosemonde – with her tragic over-romantic demise and an attachment to familial sacrifices that Icarus could relate to, Tup – who seemed quite nonchalant, Bane – (ugh, Icarus didn't know whether to sigh or laugh at his excessive morbidness), Miyuki – one of those unfortunate kids with a villain destiny, and–

A sharp knock sounded. The door of the room swung open, and in walked a handsome guy with dyed pink hair.

"Bastion Fanfarinet, at your service," he said. "Sorry, this sheep girl was trying to look for Dead Epics, and long story short, she tried to drag me into coming as well." Bastion found a seat from a neatly stacked pile, opened it, and set it up, swinging himself down on it.

In response, Icarus just nodded a welcome. He knew Bastion from Orchestra. Technically, the ambassador wasn't from his orchestra, but from one of Ever After High's several other orchestras.

As if on cue, a girl in a pastel woollen sweater walked in afterwards.

"Ramsey!" announced the girl. "The next Wonderful Sheep." She bounced over to what she quickly recognised as the leader, and offered a hand to shake. "Icarus, right? I saw your Pagebook message! Then I got lost, because this school is crazily large!"

Icarus didn't bother shaking the offered hand. "Just your luck to run into a gentleman like Bas, huh?"

"Oh, I very much prefer princes and princesses to uh-whatever-he-is," Ramsey babbled. "Plus, he was always trying to open doors! You know what I wanted to do? Beat him to the door! So I could be the polite one and open it! But, y'know?" – here, she turned to Bas and glared – "Curse you and your long legs! I should be the gracious and noble and stunning tragic love interest! My aesthetic is cooler! I have pretty headbands!"

Icarus chuckled at her rantings. Bas shot him a look of distaste and mouthed something along the lines of reputation and irritating.