#covenheld

[stxxlmagnolia]

"In some regards you'd be correct. In others? Hmmmmm~." Ishmael allows the topic to linger. Perhaps to draw greater introspection- for both of them. There was probably a hint of age difference that would've begged Ishmael to meet Isamu's ideology with that of his own. Ishmael was curious though he never really gives him more than enough to feed a growing appetite. A preview? "Nope. Not sharing one idea. I'm going to let you come-up with the ninety-nine ways up-and-down. Throw on some Velvet Rope and let Miss Jackson help you." Ha! Ishmael smirks, drawing a fine line; with his gaze, between the male and his cup of tea. He savored the last bit, tipping his head back as his bottom lip cradled the rolled rim. He looks down at Isamu before shaking his head. "You know what? I am going to call you 'Trouble' from now on."

Ishmael's gaze became earnest.

"You'd probably like my reasoning to be more succulent of a reason but I'm afraid my intentions were less." He smirked. His chin tips in the direction of Isamu's cup and there was a small blossom that sprouts on the outer wall of the cup. "One of my gifts is the blessings of Mother Nature. These were created to help introduce flora to help nourish ecosystems." He chuckled. "It's not to hover. I just have a very complicated relationship with the earth." Ishmael enjoyed this bout of conversation. Least Isamu kept him intrigued. He shook his head in disbelief. Seems like the viridescent-haired male was surely etching his name in stone. "I am a humble man. I don't need to brag. Serves very little purpose. Though, I truly am honored you'd take great consideration in me."

“You   should   know   better   than   anyone   that   there's   never   one   direct   or   clear   path   ahead.   That's   the   beauty   of   the   world   we   live   in   today.”   He   was   a   terrible   little   minx.   Most   people   feared   coming   on   too   strong   or   being   too   much   for   others.   Yet   Isamu   always   made   sure   to   lace   his   words   like   he   wanted   something   more   from   them.   That   was   if   they   piqued   his   interest.   Ishmael   had   definitely   done   that.   “While   true,   it   never   hurts   anyone   to   give   the   imagination   a   little   taste.   A   preview   can   last   for   weeks   in   the   mind   if   you're   determined   enough.”   Although   that   was   mainly   because   he   wanted   to   keep   the   other   in   his   mind   as   long   as   he   could.   This   conversation   would   live   on,   but   also   any   future   interaction   that   the   two   of   them   could   have   had.   “That   only   happens   when   I   see   something   that   I   like   and   I   only   speak   the   truth.”   He   wanted   to   set   himself   apart   from   the   others.   A   prideful   smirk   formed   on   his   face   when   he   heard   not   everyone   called   Ishmael   that.   Good. 

“My,   my,   my,   you   already   have   your   ways   to   keep   tabs   on   where   I've   been?   I   see   I   have   a   crafty   witch   on   my   hands.”   Again,   no   malicious   intent   was   laced   with   those   words.   If   anything,   it   was   more   so   a   compliment.   “That   works   for   me.   I'd   love   to   see   you   in   action   when   you're   looking   for   it.”   Now   he'd   just   need   to   make   sure   that   he   buried   the   cup   somewhere   more   private.   Isamu   already   began   to   narrow   down   the   locations   in   his   mind.   “You've   proved   to   be   quite   fun   in   this   conversation,   so   you   deserve   to   have   those   bragging   rights.” 

[covenheld]

isamu   tanaka   ,   27   y/o   witch   +   camper.

[hauntshq]

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@laurent-silvere

@covenheld

@vinecraft

[abracadabruhs]

"We all have a dark past we try to keep hidden." Arthur says, feigning a tone of shame in his voice. He shrugs, adding to his faux display. Arthur begins tap his index finger towards the top of his own head, a joking smile joining it. "All of them are stored in there. Like a catalog of every WWE Wrestler's biography. You don't even want to know how far back it can go. Sorry you had to find out this way, friend."

He gives Isamu teasing smile as he watches the fellow witch poking at his chest. Arthur couldn't help flex his chest. The conversation between the two was definitely giving Arthur a bit of whiplash in terms of tonality - or rather the nonverbal conversation. Arthur didn't enjoy being seen as a push over by the other campers, but he wouldn't lie if he didn't think being pushed over by some of them wouldn't make his day.

"And if I want to practice on you tonight?" Arthur inhales, his chest appearing a bit larger for the fellow witch. "Would that be a yuck or a yum?"

"do   you   normally   know   every   book   written   and   who   wrote   them?   compared   to   what   you're   reading   now,   WWE   seems   like   a   whole   other   world   for   you   to   read   into."   he   looked   at   the   book   even   though   it   was   closed.   then   his   eyes   glanced   up   to   look   over   at   arthur,   hooking   onto   the   conversation. 

“you're   correct,   there's   always   going   to   be   someone   trying   to   yuck   your   yum.”   he   poked   back,   but   his   finger   went   over   to   arthur's   chest   instead   of   anywhere   else.   “but   if   you   enjoy   it   then   i   simply   say   to   hell   with   everyone   else.   who   cares   if   they   don't   like   what   you're   reading?”   isamu   was   done   letting   others   try   to   govern   his   future   or   what   he   did.

“my   my   my,   when   did   you   counselors   become   so   bold?   i'm   just   saying   you'll   have   to   apply   it   to   the   real   world   at   some   point.   whether   it's   with   me   or   not   i   don't   mind.” 

[lukazlaska]

"I suppose it is a kind of, ahem, lust," Lukaz agrees, mildly intrigued by that particular choice of word. Some would perhaps argue the pursuit remained his enduring love, so much so that it prevented Lukas from making actual human connections. Part of why he taught at this camp was discourage his natural hermit-like tendencies.

"Yes, I see, well—" he begins, reverting to his characteristic professorial tone. "Oh, yes, many moons ago. It was one of my first masteries, actually. I would argue it's one of the easiest... do you have a personal tutor working on it with you?"

Fair   enough.   “In   that   case,   I   hope   that   you   at   least   find   some   comfort   in   knowing   that   I   appreciate   your   lust   for   knowledge   and   don't   think   of   you   as   rude.”   Not   that   he   would   think   that   of   almost   anyone.   He   was   very   free   spirited.

“I   wouldn't   say   that's   nothing.   For   some   mundane   mortals,   that   would   keep   them   up   all   night   long.   Racking   their   little   brains.”   Witches   knew   much   more   though.   “I   have   not.   I   tend   to   not   be   so   slippery.   Have   you?” 

[magicblessed]

of course he knew the deaths had been happening, but this one was different, it was someone he actually knew and cared about now. someone he had grown up with. his abuela had always warned him about this part of being a witch, the witch hunters, they had wiped out her entire coven, twice. she had brought him up on those stories, warning him about eh chaos and danger they brought. if this is what killed his friend, they were all in danger. they never kill one witch then leave, they come for the entire coven.

"yeah we were pretty close," he told him, stealing a glance to the ground, then over to the firepit where he had last seen his fellow witches ghost. "we both started camp a year apart so we were little newbies together." he gave a soft smile at the fond memory flashing in his mind, looking back to isamu. "thank you, i appreciate it, but i'll be okay. i'll mourn my friend when we find out what happened to him."

friends   came   and   went   in   the   mortal   realm.   isamu   was   realizing   that   for   witches,   that   was   different.   most   of   their   bonds   were   for   life   whether   it   was   going   to   be   good   or   bad.   they   formed   covens   and   made   century   long   rivals.   kawehi   was   a   friend   to   most   people.   he   was   nice   even   if   the   techno   witch   didn't   get   that   close   to   him.   a   welcoming   force   that   was   climbing   up   the   ranks.

"it   is   a   scary   thought,   but   it's   been   happening   for   two   years.   as   morbid   as   it   sounds,   death   isn't   really   uncommon   here."   although   this   was   the   first   one   that   seemed   to   make   isamu   stop   and   think.   not   for   long   though.   his   next   wild   and   distracting   thought   would   hopefully   come   soon.   “you   two   were   close,   right?   if   you   need   someone,   i'm   here   to   listen.”   or   whatever   people   did   when   they   were   trying   to   be   kind.   clearly   he   didn't   have   much   practice   with   that   part.

[stxxlmagnolia]

"A couple different directions, egh?" We have a live one on our hands- a live wire, so to speak. To ask for elaboration while action on collaboration would've spelled for quite an adventure between them. An electrifying one. Ishmael could've captured Isamu in a dense web that was woven by the tantalizing arts that imagination and experience could only illustrate. "I am not one to boast about those things. The 'fun' is letting the imagination roam and getting the chance to surpass expectation." He chuckled to himself. That much was clear as the nonverbal signs were all there. The thoughts were as many as the day was long. He sucks air through teeth and the compressed vessel of his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. He wasn't distracted nor distant. He was ever present. "You know. For someone who isn't exactly forward, you are very bold. And no one's called me adorable since I was four." Ishmael's smile is consumed by a partial grin. One that was be obvious that he now knew they were neither standing solidly or even teetering on the idea of meditation. Not in the traditional, base sense of the act.

I'd probably break this one. "No need to tell me where. I'll know." Most probably would've flashed a hint at their craft. Maybe to earn a few points to stroke their own egos. "But if it serves the same, I'll take you to the exact spot you've placed it." Ishmael greeted some of the other campers who wished for a physical map and to venture on their own. He removes the folded pieces of paper from his cargo pockets and offers them. Once they leave, he returns his focus to Isamu. "I'm also honored that I'd be first to know."

he   didn't   have   to   be   a   psychic   to   see   some   of   the   paths   that   ishmael   was   hinting   to.   they   were   forming   as   different   thoughts   in   the   green-haired   witch's   brain.   most   were   mutually   pleasurable   or   pleasant   and   he   didn't   see   the   harm   in   exploring   any   of   them.   if   someone   were   to   ask   him   though,   isamu   would   have   said   he   didn't   mind   exploring   anything   with   the   man   in   front   of   him.   maybe   it   was   the   tea   talking,   but   he   just   had   this   unwavering   faith   that   he   was   in   good   hands.   if   anything,   the   techo   witch   was   the   one   that   was   going   to   be   the   bad   influence.   “you're   right.   which   ways   are   you   thinking   of?   in   my   head   i   do   see   a   couple   of   different   directions,   but   i   like   all   of   them   so   i   want   to   make   sure   that   we're   on   the   right   page.”   even   if   they   weren't,   there   was   still   time   to   get   on   the   same   page.   as   much   as   the   brew   was   working   overtime   to   soothe   his   nerves,   it   was   also   igniting   other   ones.   it   sparked   them   awake   and   he   had   more   energy   than   when   he   first   started   the   conversation. 

“like   i   said,   i   never   want   to   be   the   reason   something   doesn't   work   for   you   or   that   it   blows   up   in   your   face.   maybe   for   others,   but   you've   touched   my   soft   spot   so   i   want   to   make   sure   i   stay   out   of   your   hair   if   you   don't   need   distractions.   although,   i   still   would   like   to   join   you   wherever   and   whenever   someone   is   welcomed   to.”   just   because   he   was   respectful   didn't   mean   that   he   was   entirely   backing   off.   a   smile   formed   on   his   face.   “biodegradable?   you're   adorable   if   no   one   has   told   you   that   yet.”   he   started   to   scan   the   camp   grounds   almost   as   if   to   spot   a   good   place   to   plant   it.   “i'll   make   sure   to   tell   you   where   i   put   it.   it'll   be   our   little   secret.”   the   man's   thought   process   on   calling   the   meeting   was   very   valid.   isamu   just   didn't   know   if   he   was   the   go   getter   they   all   needed.   he   was   a   little   too   chaotic   to   stay   on   topic   most   times.   “maybe   it'll   give   me   a   kickstart   to   becoming   a   counselor.   tell   you   what,   when   i   figure   out   a   time   and   a   place,   you'll   be   the   first   person   that   i   invite.   how   does   that   sound?”   isamu   poured   himself   another,   but   only   filled   the   cup   halfway   this   time.   he   didn't   want   to   take   it   all   from   ishmael.

[stxxlmagnolia]

"Oh, well now~," Ishmael's features seemed to spring to life: animated in the sense that he was quite beguiled by Isamu's sudden charge. To think. The other was quite confident in his stance. While Ishmael wasn't exactly an immovable object, he was fortified in his experience and rooted in his personal practice. He pours himself another cup from the spigot; for the road, and leaned on it. His weight anchored in his heels as he used the thermos as the other balance point. He furrowed a lone brow as he studied Isamu once more. A soft groan escapes; much like an elder caught in the distinguished line between interactions with the physical and those within the mind. "There can be many different directions this conversation...well, contextually speaking, could venture." Ishmael allows his fingers to usher the paper cup to his lips and he'd welcome a soft pull of the sharp zing of the ginger's spice to wake as many of his tangible senses as possible.

"Not quite sure which direction you're angling. I'm not opposed to being joined but I'd rather avoid any mishaps. Meditation? That's different, however. Feel free to join if ever I'm not surrendering myself to the elements, stark-naked." He chuckled. His chin tips in Isamu's direction. "Also. Don't throw that cup away. It's been made with biodegradable elements that will enrich the soil. Plant it somewhere cute." He shifts direction. "You're calling us to gather. Not leading it. There's the difference. When one witch beckons audience, we respect that. We should respect that. We leave the interpretation and guidance to the one with more experience and age." He nodded. "Besides, you might get some brownie points from someone who wants to take a liking to you." Husky chuckling ensued. "It is nice to have at least one companion to share your tantric energies with. Never know what magic will result." He gestured down to the spout. "Help yourself to more if you'd like."

"hey,   a   man's   gotta   ask.   one   thing   i   learned   is   that   you   can   never   be   too   careful   around   these   parts."   people   had   a   lot   up   their   sleeves.   there   was   something   about   ishmael   that   felt   like   home   though.   isamu   couldn't   really   pinpoint   what,   maybe   it   was   just   his   own   gut   saying   that   he   could   drop   his   guard   down   around   the   other   man.   whatever   it   was,   it   made   him   relax   before   he   even   took   a   sip   of   the   tea   or   smelled   the   brew.   speaking   of   which,   he   finally   did   bring   it   up   to   his   lips   to   enjoy   the   substance   as   much   as   possible.   he   made   sure   to   leave   enough   so   that   he   could   keep   on   savoring   it   time   to   time,   but   he   did   make   a   pleasant   sound   as   it   first   went   down   his   throat.

it   was   in   that   moment   that   he   realized   he   would   just   let   himself   go   with   the   flow   when   it   came   to   ishmael.   the   man   spoke   with   such   wisdom   that   it   was   hard   not   to   focus.   “sometimes   distractions   are   needed   though.   meditation   is   all   about   relaxation,   or   connecting   to   your   spiritual   self,   right?   who   knows,   maybe   that   other   someone   will   be   what   helps   soothe   your   body.”   he   held   his   up   with   one   hand   only   so   his   right   hand   can   move   forward   and   give   the   other's   bicep   a   gentle   squeeze.   “what   if   you   find   someone   that   can   distinguish   those   exact   things.   would   you   be   more   open   to   it?”   not   that   he   wanted   to   interrupt   a   man   and   his   mediation,   but   he   was   curious.   “i'll   make   sure   your   heart   is   always   in   the   right   place   then.”   isamu   smiled   as   he   took   another   sip.   that   gave   him   some   time   to   ponder   the   other's   idea.   “shouldn't   that   be   a   counselor's   job?   i   fear   if   i   do   it,   they're   going   to   think   i'm   trying   to   form   an   uprising.”   which   he   might   have.   it   really   depended   on   the   time   of   day   and   his   mood   in   the   moment.   “i'll   think   about   it.”

[stxxlmagnolia]

An earnest smile.

"Guided. Meditation." Ishmael kept his gaze upon Isamu. He was slow to react. Respond, even. His head slowly nodded as he secures the lid until the pressure felt nearly the same. "Hgh," he finally retorted. Ishmael chuckled dryly as he stood tall. His eyes befall the large thermos; again, to appraise it's current condition. As if it had changed within an instance. His gaze returns to the other. His hair as green as a young emerald. Though, it made him contemplate some alterations to his own physicality. He pursed lips. His arms drew to a gentle squeeze, embracing himself as if preparing for a coming jab. His brow shifted.

"I am not much for distractions during meditative practices. And I'd much rather have more intimate settings between self and the energies that are ever present." Let's be honest. Ishmael couldn't contain such a closed stance. His arms loosen as hands perch upon the bounds of his own hips. Chest immediately heaves and broadens. Inhales only swelling the man's span. "I practice more naturism, anyways. Some can't distinguish the sexual energies so it's a better practice to do alone." Enough about himself. Ishmael shifts his awareness to other thoughts at hand. "Anyways." He snickered. "Death." So blunt, Rowe. Snickering continued. He probably sounded more like an amused minx. "The moment I become desensitized to these energies, I better be quite concerned." He shifts weight to one side, giving a fellow camper the direction they inquired. "Speaking of concern. Why don't you call a meeting for us?" Lovely idea, truly. "It's a good way to get closer to other members."

some   people   were   more   connected   to   others   around   them.   others   the   nature.   a   few   the   dead.   that   was   why   isamu   tried   his   best   to   view   all   of   them   like   devices.   electronics   that   he   could   read   a   little   bit   better   than   just   interpreting   what   words   they   were   saying.   although   he   was   surprised   to   see   that   ishmael   not   one   seemed   to   have   a   good   read   on   himself,   but   was   also   able   to   put   him   in   his   place.   there   was   a   small   smile   that   formed   on   the   green-haired   male's   face.   almost   a   thrill   of   excitement   buzzing   through   the   tips   of   his   fingers.   he   shouldn't   have   offended   another   man's   craft.   especially   because   after   taking   a   look   at   the   brew,   it   was   clearly   some   legit   substance.   good,   that's   what   he   needed. 

“are   you   going   to   take   me   through   a   guided   meditation   or   is   that   brew   just   strong   enough   to   knock   me   on   my   ass   if   i'm   not   careful   enough?”   while   all   of   the   ingredients   were   appealing,   the   lavender-honey   seemed   to   already   work   on   soothing   him.   he   dropped   his   shoulders   a   bit   as   he   took   one   of   the   paper   cups   from   ishmael.   “sounds   like   we   need   a   coven   meeting   then.   see   what   the   next   step   that   we   want   to   take   it.   perhaps   we'll   be   able   to   reach   an   agreement   in   record   time.”   isamu   took   a   small   sip   of   the   tea,   inhaling   the   scent   along   with   it.   he   could   already   feel   it   working   its   way   through   his   system.   alerting   and   soothing   him   all   at   once.   “what   helps   with   the   sensitivity?   if   you   need,   i   know   a   couple   of   good   hideouts   around   here.   just   so   you   can   have   some   alone   time.” 

[abracadabruhs]

"Unless that book was written by Eddie Guerrero. The WWE really shouldn't have let him write a book, let alone walk into the ring." Arthur chuckles awkwardly. He closes the book between them, returning the other witch's gaze. There was a cocky look in the counselor's eyes.

"I think judgement from others is inevitable." He begins to say, taking his glasses off to take a better look at Isamu. The book is tucked under Arthur's arm, pushing his glasses further up onto the bridge of his nose as he observed the camper. "No matter the cover, the genre, the reader." He pokes the witch next to him with the pair of glasses playfully.

"Well, that's a little ways beyond the point, right? If it's application of the written material you want, I'm more than happy to provide."

“well,   yes,   but   after   a   while   i'm   sure   it's   better   to   put   things   into   practice   than   just   reading   all   abut   it.”   to   be   fair,   he   didn't   know   anything   about   the   man's   sex   life.   for   all   he   knew,   he   fucked   six   different   guys   every   single   day.   still,   he   leaned   forward   to   read   along   with   the   counselor   and   try   to   see   what   the   big   appeal   was   with   the   book.   there   must've   been   something   interesting.

isamu   shifted   a   little   at   the   way   that   arthur   was   holding   onto   the   book.   he   tried   his   best   to   ignore   it,   but   maybe   the   man   just   wanted   to   show   up   his   skills   with   his   fingers.   “i   didn't   mean   in   terms   of   WWE   only.   you're   hot   enough   to   make   people   pass   out,   that's   pretty   much   it.”   now   he   wondered   if   maybe   he   should   have   picked   another   analogy,   but   he   quickly   moved   passed   his   own   thought.

“you're   right,   it's   not,   but   something   tells   me   you   don't   need   to   read   books   to   be   interesting.”   he   finally   looked   away   from   the   passage   and   over   to   the   older   man.   “unless   you're   more   boring   than   what   you   seem.   they   say   you   can't   judge   a   book   by   its   cover.” 

[stxxlmagnolia]

Ishmael took pause. He studied the younger witch for a moment. His gaze; now, stacking upon his shoulders. First. It was as if he could peer completely through the man's entity. As if it read more than just concern. It was all things. Some nodes held very little obvious semblance. Some were just shadows of existence. To completely dismantle the visage; to read it in it's entirety, would've been an invasion of one's trust. Some of them didn't ask for permission to dig. For him? Ishmael demanded he remain true to his personal codes. He'd never violate him in such a manner. It was the bits of a person, that swam just under the surface, that he concerned himself with.

"Remember your breathing. Focus on that." Isamu earned a soft titter from Ishmael. "And don't insult my craft." He half-smiled, half-smirked. He released the pressure from the massive lid of the thermos that was due to the residual heat from the "brew". He drew a soft scooping motion of his hands; stirring up the air, and wefts the intricate mix of ginger, citron, and lavender-honey toward the other. Also. Ishmael tipped it just so he could peek at the bits of lavender leaves, ginger slices, and zest of the fruit. "Important note about seances is that I ain't tempting any presence or provoking the uninvited by not getting everyone's permission." Ishmael used the printed-paper cup to pour Isamu a serving and offers it. "I'm too sensitive to this shit to even dance around with those forces."

no   matter   how   confident   isamu   seemed   in   some   moments,   he   couldn't   process   certain   things   like   the   rest   of   them.   most   of   their   powers   were   connected   to   nature   or   people.   hell,   some   even   death.   his   were   completely   torn   away   from   that.   he   understood   machines,   metals,   technology.   that's   where   he   felt   at   home.   sadly   near   a   bonfire   where   an   apparent   spirit   appeared   out   of   nowhere   was   not   in   his   normal   comfort   zone.

what   the   hell   happened   to   this   place   being   a   fun   camp   to   learn   magic   in   and   bond   with   others?

isa   tried   his   best   to   shake   his   head,   thoughts   pouring   out   from   it,   as   he   looked   around.   that's   when   he   was   approached   and   he   remembered   that   there   were   more   people   around   aside   from   the   dead.   sue   him,   it   was   his   first   ghost!   he   fidgeted   with   the   flip   phone   in   his   hand   to   regain   some   composure. 

“i,   uh,   yeah.   blessed   be.”   how   blessed   were   they   really   if   they   might   be   next?   “if   you're   about   to   start   a   seance,   please   let   me   know.   i   don't   think   i'm   ready   to   see   him   again   so   soon.”   how   the   hell   did   they   all   see   him   so   clearly?   hear   him?   he   focused   on   the   other's   words   to   try   and   center   himself.   the   green   haired   male   smiled   a   bit   and   nodded.   “only   if   it's   home   brewed   and   not   from   a   bag.” 

[lukazlaska]

"I suppose not," Lukaz agrees, "but it does make me feel rude, and my parents would like to think they raised me to be better than that." At least, from he could remember of his parents at this point, that seemed true enough.

"Hmm? Oh, it's nothing. I was reading some quantum theory, about the logistics of intangibility... they don't think it's possible, but to be fair, they also don't know magic is very much real. You haven't mastered that skill, have you? Intangibility?"

people   were   always   curious   things   to   isamu,   no   matter   what   or   who   they   were.   he   loved   to   observe   them   in   their   natural   habitat.   so   much   so   that   when   he   saw   łukaz   was   busy   when   he   first   entered,   he   didn't   want   to   bother   the   man.   he   just   watched   him   for   a   bit,   wanting   to   see   what   he   was   doing.

in   hindsight,   he   knew   that   could   also   be   creepy,   but   he   didn't   care.

eventually   he   was   caught,   so   he   was   going   to   go   back   the   the   original   reason   why   he   was   here.   yet   the   man's   response   once   again   seemed   to   intrigue   him.   isamu   put   on   a   charming   smile   as   he   continued   to   walk   over   to   him.   “you   shouldn't   have   to   apologize   for   giving   something   all   of   your   attention.”   he   took   his   hands   out   of   his   pockets   as   he   approached.

“as   long   as   you   tell   me   what   it   was   that   was   stealing   all   of   your   attention   in   the   first   place.”   he   might   as   well   have   been   a   cat   with   how   curious   he   was   becoming   these   days,   itching   for   information.

[magicblessed]

him and kawehi had only started camp a year apart, so they'd known each other a hell of a long time, he remembers introducing himself to the deceased witch on his first day and basically forcing friendship onto the man and they'd bene friends ever since. it hadn't really hit him yet, the reality that he was really gonna, but he knew he was gonna miss that friendship.

"you sure? it's okay to be freaked out or scared, if you are. it's a scary thought, one of our own being taken." he said with a hum, coming to stand beside the other, keeping a little bit of distance, so that he wasn't all up on the others business, but still close enough they could talk. "i'm okay, just processing what happened." and what it means for the camp, should they be scared for their lives? should they be going home? what was the next step?

most   people   in   the   camp   had   deeper   connections.   maybe   because   this   was   only   his   fourth   year   here.   perhaps   because   he   didn't   let   himself   get   too   close   to   people.   whatever   the   reason   was,   he   realized   how   dangerous   those   connections   could   be   in   that   moment.   for   those   that   knew   the   recently   deceased,   it   could   mean   a   lot   of   grief.   even   for   those   that   didn't,   he   was   one   of   their   own.   whatever   was   out   there   was   after   all   of   them.

not   one   to   narc   on   the   bad,   isamu   tried   to   push   all   of   that   out   of   his   mind.   there   would   be   time   to   decipher   what   this   meant   when   he   was   alone.   for   now,   he   put   on   a   small   smile   on   his   features   and   turned   to   face   javier.   “hello   gorgeous.   as   good   as   i   can   be,   better   than   some   clearly.   how   are   you?”