Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20130724090620/@comment-26414442-20141123101403

Airmid sighed at Bathilda's interpretation of her. "It's wiser to be more optimistic than pessimistic," she said, rolling her eyes. "You'll feel more motivated to get things done! Anyway, my name is Airmid Valerian, I am the next physician in Godfather Death, and since Death is my benefactor, I somehow have the privilege to manage this group."

She forced her mouth into what she hoped was a warm smile. Reassuring and welcoming people was harder than she thought, really, and if Airmid really were to lead this support group, she would really have to improve on her rhetoric and social skills.

"Epic," she frowned a little, repeating Bathilda's suggestion. It sounded pleasant. "I like your suggestion. Epics are well-known, recognisable and poignant, aren't they?"

"Yeah!" shouted a voice from the back of the room. A red-haired boy who hadn't said a word in the meeting yet waved an arm, before continuing. "We might go down in history, and people will remember us for centuries." Icarus Juniper grinned, a little nervously, as if he was a little embarrassed by his sudden shout. "Sorry, but I had to drop a shameless Fall Out Book reference."