Let Me In! (Demi)

[Lotty]

With as loud as a bang as she made, it would be hard to expect that it was actually Raebeli who was the source of the ruckus, but it actually was. She was, with all of her might, rapping at the door of the wherhandler's apartment with the fleshy part of her palm and practically leaning her entire weight into it with every swing of her arm. All the while she was adding a vocal chorus of her own rising words and Cap'n's occasional avian chatter, "Demmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" His name took on a life of it's own as she nearly sang it out through the door, forcing the feathered passenger on her shoulder to spread his wings for a bit of extra balance. The extra grip from his talons did little to bother the mindhealer though, she long ago learned to wear an extra bit of padding on that shoulder should he want to tag along (which was almost always). Besides, she was feeling rather desperate, a most unusual sort of emotion if she could say so herself, and any discomfort was easy to ignore in consideration of her awful pleas to her bestest friend in all of Selenitas.

"DEMIIIIIIIIII!" She wailed again, surely waking up the entire row of apartments. She couldn't bare to leave off with the wherhandler the way she did; excusing his relationship troubles as nothing more than depressing drivel when she of all people should have been so much more nurturing than that. She was a mindhealer she had to remind herself afterwards, and though she had been operating as a friend then... one who was plainly in denial and didn't want to think that something emotionally pressing could befall her dear companion (and besides, she had fallen for his tricks before, making her think he had problems to fix and then turning them around onto her), the young brunette knew that she simply couldn't just be so cruel to someone who was actually in need. The woman knew she was going to take a risk and potentially look foolish yet again, but then it was worth it to her.

"Please, oh please, oh pleasseeeeeee! Answer the door, I feel so so sooooooo bad, and I just want to talk to you and apologize for blowing you offfff like I did! Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee~" of course it would have been easier she supposed to have Quixoth bespeak him, but then invading one's brain space, even momentarily, was a delicate sort of procedure. Yes, pestering him this way, was much, much better. It got the message across quicker and he couldn't deny her when he heard the genuine pleading tone himself. And the sniffles. One could not forget the sniffles that rubbed like sandpaper against eardrums,

[Requiem]

Making loud rickaracket, the gold commented to Hers. You know, as if Dmitri couldn't hear the pounding and screaming for himself. "Dmisk isn't pleased." Amusement from Demenita followed, to be swiftly replaced with irritation as the screaming continued. Thought told go 'way. Thought she said go 'way. Confusion touched the scarred face, then he snorted. "You're talking about Erilena. I doubt she'll really go away, but that's not her, Men." Isn't? "Nope. Though I can see why you'd mistake her for my oft-hysterical ex-fiance," Dmitri concluded, now close enough that Raebeli might just hear him over the noise she was making. Maybe.

If she didn't the hand that found her shoulder was likely to startle her severely. Oh, miiiiindfixer! Dementia exclaimed, suddenly recognizing Raebeli as one of the people she didn't mind so much (as long as she could make the harper understand who his true mate was). Then she thought about reconsidering her opinion. That was far too much noise. Try break down door with voice? Much silly mindfixer be. Make nightbeast cranky. No one like cranky nightbeast.

"I'm afraid it's much too late for that, Men," the tall teenager commented, the dark blue-grey eyes taking in Raebeli with their usual solemnity. He'd clearly been out to procure his breakfast, as the food heaped onto a tray in his hand attested to. Of a sudden, though, he'd enfolded the mindhealer into a hug with his other arm. "Silly goose. You really didn't have to come pounding at my door to apologize. I'm sure that the other wherhandlers are plotting to lynch me now after that racket..."

He seemed much the same as he normally was, really, if you ignored the spontaneous hugging and the definite note of weariness behind his habitually sardonic commentary. That and a face drawn with sleeplessness. For all that, though, he was clearly eating and not letting it interfere with him too much. Both of his mindmates were unlikely to put up with too much self-pity, after all. "Perhaps we should go in and bar the door from the lynch mobs."

[Lotty]

"YYYYYYYYEEEEEEOOOOWWWWWWP!" is the closest that written language could get to the sound that shrieked out between painted pink lips. In an instant it seemed that her whole body had jolted, pulling her feet up off the ground in a moment of levitation that in olden days perhaps could be counted towards the miraculous acts of sainthood. So too did Cap'n take to the air, launching straight up from the opposite shoulder and hanging as long as his large wings would take him in the dead air of the hallway before landing again and giving the man to which that startling hand belonged a cross look with his honey gold eyes. The eaglet of course did not understand why it was that his Raebeli was so tightly wound up with the wherhandler, but then, not many people did... the mindhealer certainly picked her company by some method that was lost to the rest of the world.

Calming down from the shock of it all with short little pants, and a hand seemingly glued to her chest to ease the loud and near painful drumming of her heart, the little woman nearly cried and wailed again from the frustration of it all. Here she thought her friend was on the inside. How silly of her to make that assumption it seemed. Still, she blathered her explanation through rattling teeth, pointing alternately at the door, Dmitri, and herself as if that would make her words oh so much clearer, "Y'see I thought you were in thereeee and I was...was...and you were behind me and I didn't hear over my voice and now, I just you had me so scared!" With the final words though she gave up and succumbed to the hug with which the harper had lassoed her into. Her face conveniently found a spot to sink into upon his chest where little baby tears could collect and pool up.

Muffled though any further commentary would be, so she lifted her head up, craning back as to catch her eyes with Demi's own gray ones. He didn't really need to bar the doors did he? Wouldn't all the other wherhandlers understand? After all she was something of a curiosity among them, or at least she was before becoming a dragonrider and therefore daywalker. More importantly, she wasn't sure that she would wanted to be locked up with what Dementia so aptly described as a "cranky nightbeast." Raebeli all in all felt her apprehension was rather founded, "Yes you'll bar me in so that Dmisk can eat Cap'n and I for our loud noises and trespasses..." her head was buried back into his chest then. She was joking after all.... mostly.

[Requiem]

Yes. He'd rather suspected that he might have scared her when she shrieked like all the demons of that mythical hell were after her. Just might have, mind you. The thoughts that he didn't voice Dementia had no qualms voicing. Unfortunately. Scared? What first clue, loud shriek? Jump near hit ceiling? Rumble rumble start 'lanche with loud eeks? "Shush." The gold fell silent, but by the self-satisfied ruffling of her wings it could be surmised that she wasn't at all penitent.

Dmitri found himself in a rather unusual position, with Raebeli's face pressed into his chest. He rubbed her back a little awkwardly one-handed while he nudged the door open and somehow managed to both escort her in and juggle his food while he was at it. "All right then. No barring. I'll just leave it open a crack." He set the tray down on the table and almost closed the door all the way, ignoring Dmisk's steady gaze from the corner. The male wasn't much of a one for drama. Or noise. Too bad His was not so discerning as he.

The harper stepped away from his mindhealer friend and spent the next couple minutes or so quickly making discarded laundry disappear and straightening the uncharacteristic clutter of his apartment. Not that Raebeli was likely to notice the oddity of his disorganized room; as far as he could remember, she hadn't been in here, but then, his memory wasn't perfect. She might have been once or twice. "Help yourself to anything on the tray if you're hungry."

Once he'd finished, he drifted back toward the table himself, stealing a redfruit from the tray while looking at her face rather curiously. "So, um...I guess that didn't really go as planned, did it? Are you okay?" There was genuine concern there. He was not used to a highly emotional Raebeli, after all. (Constant perkiness did not translate to highly emotional in his book.) Yet here she was wailing through doors, shrieking and crying.

[Lotty]

She didn't see her way to walk properly into the room - ya know, since she was still too busy with her face buried in his chest - but the woman did sort of let the young man guide her, with her feet stretching out around her to feel for solid places of ground on which to step. It was a repeated action until she felt all around her the change of scenery, and poked her head out just a little to get a glimpse of the unseen world: Demi's apartment. Regrettably untangling herself from her friend, she allowed him the chance to tidy up while she took a casual look around from her stationary spot in the room. Crusties and spare tears were mined out of the corners of her eyes to aid in making sense of the shapes in the darkened place, but immediately there in the back she saw the profile of a wher which she nervously waved at with the tips of her fingers despite the very aura of displeasure radiating off of it.

Of course, she even peeped out a hello at the creature, "Hi Dmisk..." she certainly didn't have a problem with the blue at anytime before, but she wasn't so sure that Dmisk felt the same way about her, so she ended it there and turned her attention back to the tray that had been set down. She was hungry, sure, but not for "breakfast" and she certainly could not in good conscience take from the wherhandler. After all, her day was mostly done, she could fetch her own food, but she was rather sure that Demi still had things to do. Patrolling the Weyr had to be hard work and all, really she figured it was much more taxing than was bobbing around the infirmary in between drills. Especially since lately she had something of a lull with the patients. Personally she figured it was Wastelander related, it seemed like they multiplied while their own dwindled, and she couldn't imagine any of them coming to her anytime soon.

Snap back to reality though, "Not to plan at all~" she subtly wailed before the mindhealer turned to her friend, her eyes betraying her actual words, "I'm fine-ish. Well, I'm getting better now that I can talk to you," she explained as she clasped her hands together and gently began wringing them, sniffling again for a moment before finding in herself another bit of composure, "I felt bad about blowing you off, and telling you that your problem wasn't a big deal. I figured that you wanted to hear that from me, because you wouldn't want your friend to be your mindhealer too," because she had always heard about conflicts of interest, but never wanted to be caught with one, "I couldn't help but feel like you were mad at me, and you've always been the last person I want mad at me..." well other than Quixoth but then she didn't at all think that was even possible. Still, she couldn't explain why Demi's opinion of her was so important, since it didn't seem she cared too much when it came from others.