(It's all good.
Zeth- she
Corasi- she
Anya- She
Binca- she
Hexic-He
Scias/aesis- they but goes by he
Saras- he
Yuko-he)


Zeth

She could almost feel her heart chip a little as Scias allowed his eyes to drain into a crisp silver. She was learning to dread that color. It wasn't that she had harsh feelings towards Aesis, it just seemed that color was almost a punishment, a symbol to remind her she failed in some way.
"Aesis. Please tell Scias I am sorry." She choked on the last word, making sure her robe was tight around her stomach as not to reveal the large bruise painting the lower half of it.
"Excuse me" she mumbled, retiring back into her bedroom, plopping onto the bed and curling into herself. She glanced at her 'uniform' eerily. It was dangling lazily from the top of her closet. In no mood to get up, she left it there, nuzzling into the robe wrapped over her.

(You forgot Binca! Binca-she.)

(Oh, my bad. Thanks for correcting me. I added her.)

(BINCA!! I swear, that's gonna be my battle cry from now on. Going into a pretend fight? BINCA!)

(lol yes)

(I'm still calling her the murdertoddler.
Speaking of battle cries, Scias used to have one and name his attacks in his own universe. But what would he do here.. hm..
GO, MURDERTODDLER ATTACK! -Scias, probably)

Aesis
"I will." He watched her go, feeling uneasy, at least until Scias tried to shut him out again.
'Stop it. I understand you are upset about this woman but you will at least converse with her. I will not continue to be your shield to people.'

Scias
'I don't want to.'

Aesis
'So you choose to continue to be a blithering child. Fine. Then I am again forced be the adult here and remediate yet another situation.'

He shut Scias out to pout and stepped just outside Zeth's room.
"I apologize, I do not mean to bother you, Zethrin.
But something seems to be bothering you. I can offer you a private ear if you wish to talk about anything. Scias would be not informed of any details.
If you do not want to, that's fine, but I owe it to Zeizan to at least make sure you are cared for as he seems to care a great, painful deal about you."

(I never thought that a five year old with a gun would end up being a good idea, or character. I was wrong, I admit it lol)

Zeth

She felt a sudden burst of motivation to hide away the evidence of her former whereabouts. Zeth shoved her uniform further into the closet, disguising it from view should she have any visitors. The door crack open slightly, revealing her just behind it. A faint smile painted her expression, but that was the happiest she could pretend to be at the time.
"That's very kind. I'm just... not sure how to say, or even what to say. Maybe I'll find the words, but now I am just a bit frazzled I guess? Thank you for the reassurance. I really needed that."
After a momentary silence, she couldn't help but open up, almost desperately needing to get something, anything off her chest, even if it was vague.
"Sometimes I'm just not sure where I went wrong." she admitted quietly

(too anime of an idea for me personally but not the first time I've been stuck in an RP with an armed child.)

Aesis
He glanced back briefly.
"May I come inside so we can talk? May be better not to broadcast your conversation by having it almost in the hall."

Zeth

In no more than another second of consideration, she agreed, opening the door wider in order for him to step in.
"Sorry, should have thought of that."
She sat back on her bed, cross legged and staring out the window absentmindedly.

Aesis
"I'm not bothered. It is your own privacy after all."
He stepped inside, shutting the door quietly behind him. He pulled up the desk chair along the bedside and took a seat, watching her for a moment.
"You were saying?"