Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-26414442-20150513064822

((This RP is getting so intense, I love it! I love all the description and detail about the thought processes behind your characters. It's some seriously amazing depth, and definitely brings all the characters to life! I just adore all the resentment and anger and angst. And I really love your characters. All of them.))

Airmid wished she hadn't taken some people for granted.

Said person had been the blonde girl that always accompanied the pirate, the cheery, optimistic next Smee.

Where is Esmee? she wanted to ask. Why isn't she with you? But thought that might be rude, and provoke Jane more. But Esmee was the only person Airmid knew who might be able to calm Jane down without potentially leaving with a few bruises.

Instead, the physician took a few, deep breaths.

"He knows," she said, trying to keep her panic down. Grimm knew everything – all her impassioned rants against the so-called-system, some of the most dire and hidden secrets of other Dead Epics, and maybe he even knew that she was the one responsible for times when something gross was slipped into the punch at school dances. And he might have been listening onto their conversation right now.

Airmid didn't care about getting into trouble. She could deal with trouble with the Headmaster. But Grimm catching onto some more private things shared by the others? She couldn't let that happen. She was a doctor, and doctors were supposed to save people. Plus, there was something called client confidentality, and even though that strictly didn't apply to this current situation, Airmid saw some relevance in it.

The Yankee was dealing with Jane, apparently. Good. At least Airmid didn't have to get herself involved with that issue.

"Look," she said to the others. "The lens might be broken, but the room might still be auditorily bugged. Be on your guard."