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arc iii: house of ravens | arrival


Hi, everyone! Our Arc III arrival event covers 20 Feb-11 March and doubles as a test drive. Participants don’t need an invite to apply by 11 March. Reserves live here. Try to label if you’re a test drive tourist or an old timer — and have fun!



COTTAGEVORE




TDM TOURISTS | OLD TIMERS | COMMON PROMPTS | NOTES




TDM TOURISTS: THE SCENIC ROUTE

You flinch awake, hand weighed by a sharp stick, stone, or makeshift torch. Your clothes sit stiff, splattered with dried dirt and dusted leaves. Here and there, scratches and shallow wounds litter your limbs, the marks of days of dazed survival alone that you mistily remember. Your strength and supernatural powers are currently largely depleted, but should recover within two to three days.

As they journey, characters discover stretches of the eerily silent forests briefly transform into woodlands or recognisable spots of nature from their home worlds — perhaps they’re now seeing the meadows outside their home towns, their backyard orchard, or a fondly remembered lake pier. These images are short-lived illusions that other characters can also see.

Mind your steps: the mirages try to lure characters deep into the forest, where unfriendly animals and hidden pits wait.

A. THE MORE, THE MERRIER

Trailing through the labyrinthine woods, you stumble upon a group of heavily armed bandits who are already herding several captives. Depending on how agitated you are, expect shackles, leashes and tusk pendants that allow characters to speak and glean local tongues — including the thugs' barked instructions. The outlaws are on a three-day voyage to cursed village Ke-Waihu, where they intend to sell their prisoners to the Hok-Shinn criminal clan.

■ Ensure fellow captives survive the trek, avoiding leg-hold traps, snares and hunting nets.

■ Beatings continue, but morale never improves: help mouthy prisoners with their tasks or wounds.

■ Capture or forage food — and stop naïve captives from going deeper into the forest to follow glimpses of beautiful (wo)men or cries for help. There’s nobody there.

■ At night, prisoners are locked in stitched-shut tents — get friendly quickly.


B. JUST CRUISING

The bandits never saw you coming — but you’ve been watching them collect their prey. Perhaps you’ve even found others like you — also spared enslavement, but condemned to trail after the thugs towards Ke-Waihu. Characters can pick up discarded translation and communication tusk pendants, scraps of food and frail weapons.

■ Beware: superstitious thieves frequently patrol at night, while woodland predators are emboldened by the absence of fires.

■ Leave messages or instructions to the bandits’ captives (tree husk carvings, anyone?) and maybe try to rescue them.

■ ...or leave them for dead and trot on to Ke-Waihu. You savage.


» GO CAMPING, THEY SAID





OLD TIMERS: CURSES FOR ONE, CURSES FOR ALL


After a bumpy ride aboard the Salamera II, the party arrive at idyllic village Ke-Waihu.

They are greeted by Hok-Shinn Weisi, the slippery mayor who officially helms Ke-Waihu, while his brother Sairen leads the clan’s heavy underground ventures. Weisi’s flippant and spoiled son Taksui is the Merchant’s local liaison. The botanist Enam and his apprentices set out to explore, taking the group's baggage along.

Weisi was told the party members are families of Taravast refugees, seeking finer fates in Ke-Waihu. Each family has been assigned a humble but serviceable dwellingsee what luck has in store for you.

Weisi officially welcomes the newcomers in Ke-Waihu’s main bustling marketplace. Every merchant, fishmonger and beggar stops to watch as foreigners are briefly stripped of their ostentatious jewels, clothes or weapons, soaked in iced water and told to embrace the village by accepting its old, its new, its ugliness and its truths.

■ To join the community, characters must absorb and redeem the wrongdoings of a deceased ancestor. They are served flasks of a thick, bitter brew that slides down mildly corrosive and cold.

■ The brew’s effects vary: some drinkers feel only a sudden, electric awareness of the story behind the curse they inherited. Others feel scalded from the inside, agonising for hours. The ancestral curse effects start to take hold that night.

■ Characters are sent off to their new homes in Ke-Waihu — but are contacted within hours by one of Enam’s anguished apprentices. His master and his peers were captured by bandits while inspecting the elusive forests for plant specimens. These wicked men took everything: your goods, your Ellethian high fashion, your extra weapons, even your Sleeping Zenobius. Go get’em — but beware the deadly illusions of Ke-Waihu’s forest.


» DUDE, WHERE’S MY COMATOSE SLEEPER?






ALL TOGETHER NOW

The thugs, the old timers, the test drive prisoners and their creepy watchers collide in the mist-drowned forests of Ke-Waihu.

A. BANDIT BANE

■ Infiltrate the thug group in, kick some outlaws’ teeth on the way out.

■ Release and escort roughened-up newcomers to Ke-Waihu, picking up strays along the way.

■ One of the thugs snitches that the remaining stolen loot is hoarded in a nearby secluded cave, drowned under foliage. The entrance is watched by large, agitated boars with startlingly hard, but not impervious skin. With gold, gems, guns within reach, anyone for pork dinner?

■ After speaking with the new arrivals, party botanist and guide Enam confirms they have been summoned to serve as weapons in this world’s ongoing conflict between warring undead factions. The Merchant, Enam’s collaborator and the party’s patron, is leading otherworlders east, where forgotten beacons might return them home.

■ The villagers Ke-Waihu, Ke-Waiar and Ke-Waicai reportedly know the location of such a beacon. They will unveil it if the party breaks the curse of the House of Ravens.




B. THE BLUSHING BRIDE

When the group returns, Ke-Waihu is celebrating the joyous procession of dozens of lavish 'weddings.' The (false) rites are carried out to commemorate the marriage of a huntsman and his fox bride...

■ The roads are awash with flower petals and rice, houses extend their hospitality freely, and the rich give away coin. Even Hok-Shinn clansmen don their finest garments and hand out gifts and favours, while lawmen grant pardons to captives held for minor offences.

■ Villagers pose as 'brides' and 'grooms' to play act public weddings. Characters are asked to participate as brides and grooms, or to join the wedding retinue of a NPC villager. Characters can unknowingly marry, but not become foxes.

■ The evening culminates in a grand market fete, with stalls offering sickly sweets and strong alcohols. Poets recite love songs, professional weepers wail to strangers that they lost their children to insidious in-laws, and petty clashes erupt among merrymakers.

■ Some of the NPC fox 'brides' seem to grow wide-eyed and alert, suspicious of the many hunting dogs that watchmen walk around the marketplace.

■ Come nightfall, 'wedded' pairs are escorted to suites in a large and extravagant inn. For each 'couple,' accommodations comprise one room for the retinue and a linked conjugal bedroom.


IF CHARACTERS MARRY A (FOX) 'SPOUSE':

■ They are handed three pieces of parchment before they are locked into the marital suite with their consort and their retinue.

■ Once alone in their 'marital quarter,' characters first enjoy polite conversation with their spouse, whose eyes start to glimmer golden, while their teeth and claws lengthen, their mouths distort to snouts and their hair reddens. The fox brides do not seem aware they are, in fact, foxes, but try to scratch, bite or maim their partners. Viciously quick, strong and prone to thralling their victims into spells of lethargy, these foxes could get the best of you — happily, the little parchment papers you received can share some survival tips.

Fool the fox spouse into thinking you are already married or pledged to someone in your retinue. Affronted, the fox bride will exile you out of the wedding room. Refresh the salt lines that surround the conjugal room, and gently steer the fox back if it flees overnight.

Your retinue and you should impersonate a hunting hound, down to howling, running on all-fours and sniffling. The fox will hurriedly isolate itself in the conjugal room, but will actively try to escape at night. Keep every inn door and window closed.

Become a widow(er). Call your retinue and make the best of your fists and a butter knife. You will need to kill the spouse a few times before they stay fully dead, each time reviving more and more fox-like in appearance.


AS A WEDDING RETINUE MEMBER:

■ Awkwardly hold watch outside the conjugal bedroom of the dashing NPC cannon fodder groom and his fox bride.

■ The NPC groom might request help as above — or might fall deathly silent. If that happens, villagers instruct, character must loudly ask if the wine pleases the couple. The flushed, visibly fox-like bride will then open the door to complain their new consort — clawed dead in the marital bed — won’t even share a wine cup with them. The fox does not seem to grasp they have killed their groom.

■ Defeat the fox at drinking — the fox bride can hold its cups, but slipping in some of the relaxing opiates on hand will help the cause. Sneak the NPC groom's corpse out with a buddy when the fox drops asleep.

Or prove you are a fairer marital prospect by verbally wooing the fox or doing battle with your retinue companion, to prove your worth. Your wingman may wish to throw the fight, feed lines, or generally smoulder. The fox bride will offer the NPC corpse as a betrothal gift.


Come morning, the villagers open the now-delapidated inn. Those who survive fox weddings receive braided bracelets of red, golden and tangerine rope, earning good will in the village. The murderous fox brides have disappeared — in their place, yellowed and dust-drenched bones 'sleep' in the marital beds, covered by withered and torn wedding clothes.

Villagers share the whole story: a huntsman encountered a fox goddess in the forest, when she had taken the shape of a beautiful woman. Lovestruck, he brought her back to Ke-Waihu as his wife — but the horrified villager slaughtered her and her husband on their wedding night. The fox god cursed the village to relieve yearly 'fox weddings,' during which the bones of those murdered during the previous 'conjugal' festivities rise as brides to terrorise new spouses.

Skipping the fox wedding rites, villagers say, shrivels their crops and depletes their food stocks for several seasons.




C. A-HUNTING WE WILL GO

It’s all fun and wedding games, until one of the victims of the recent nuptials is the son of influential wine merchant Saguk Chaomin. He vengefully sponsors a a hunt to finally lift the foxes’ curse.

Saguk Chaomin assigns weapons — from knives, spears and sharpened sticks to bows, arrows and rifles operating on gun powder — alongside lanterns and climbing rope to the brave adventurers. The contingent splinters into smaller groups to avoid detection.

■ The forests now aggressively conspire to lead characters to their deaths: whether it’s through fostering illusions that trip them into gullies, or decrepit bridges that crumble, sending travellers into whirling river waters. Animals (excluding wolves) attack travellers fiercely. Keep a hunting hound close.

■ Characters with unusual physical features or suspicious behaviours — from supernatural powers to a fear of dogs — are accused of being shape-shifting foxes.

■ Fox spirits assume a mortal but resilient shape the day after the wedding — strong, large, feral and willy. They’re quick to bite, and their presence dulls the senses of hunters.

■ To exorcise the foxes, kill their mortal bodies or obliterate or repair their small, decaying forest altars. These are stone rings the size of one’s hand, often hidden at the root of ancient trees. Cleanse the altars of filth, vermin and predatory creatures, and replenish the stones with fresh river pieces. Beware rare fox spirits that come to protect altars or hide their young.





D. WELL, WELL, WELL

In the wake of the weddings, characters head to their abodes, while test drivers are garrisoned in communal temporary shelters. Over the next few days, everyone may notice:

■ Villagers have a marrow-deep fear of the Hok-Shinn clan, whose members behave as if they are immune from repercussions.

■ Villagers tell eerie tales of strange encounters in their locked stables, abandoned houses or wells — they have seen a creature with the head of a beautiful woman, whose hair braids to form her snake-like body. 'She' slithers away once discovered.

■ Word spreads across the marketplace that dark waters have returned. A farmer’s well has dried, leaving only a thickened, tar-like liquid at the bottom. Another villager shamefully admits his well also dried a month ago, clogged by dark filth — the fount was old, and he assumed it had naturally depleted.

■ Horrified villagers speak no more of this, but superstitiously volunteer flower and food tributes for the Ka-Sanwon volcano. Mayor Hok-Shinn Weisi intercedes to reserve the resources for the upcoming return of the patron lord of the volcano’s three villages — the undead Beastmaster.



QUESTIONS

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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-02-27 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Wrathion watches Rufus handle his weapon with mild curiosity. Guns are common enough in Azeroth, many hunters in the Unseen Path prefer them to the more traditional bow and arrows. This one, however, is admittedly more elegant in design than many of the creations he has seen. Then again, both Goblins and Gnomes alike are prone to... overdesigning their mechanical products. He suspects this constant desire to innovate and adjust even the simplest items is closely related to the high frequency of explosions and injury.

"Wrathion," he offers easily. "It seems our fates are... intertwined."

By force. He tilts his head, thoughtful.

"When did you join this expedition?"

Is he a veteran of the Merchant's little band of travellers, or is he new to it?
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[personal profile] reparo 2022-02-27 01:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Does she notice that he's leaning against the wall of a house like a brooding, sad, Byronic hero?

Of course no, she's frowning for other reasons. The conversation is riveting enough, and she's not easily distracted by a pretty face.

Not that she's got an opinion on the face. She doesn't, because she's busy.]


There should always be a way to undo the suffering done onto someone. I'm not sure what happened, in your home, but...

Some people are capable of redeeming themselves, Wrathion. Some don't want to.

[An unsure shrug.] I'm going based on personal experience here, so I know it doesn't come with an understanding of all circumstances. But there is never a bad time to set yourself on the right path.
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-02-27 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That hits Wrathion awkwardly. He thinks about Medivh, what he told him:

I can never change the actions of my past, but I can forge a new legacy to leave behind.

His eyes slide down to settle on her, thoughtful, and linger in silence. ]


You're right.

[ He says finally. Of course Hermione is right! About which part, though? ]

My body temperature is higher than yours. The icy water dropped it too quickly.

[ Is this the right path? He doesn't know. Yet allowing at least a little trust, he has learned, helps people to trust you in turn. ]
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[personal profile] reparo 2022-02-27 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[As much as her gaze has wandered away in the meantime, and she's contemplated her own notion of redemption and what would make a person good, that hint brings her attention back with a snap.

She meets his unsettlingly red eyes, breath held for a moment, and she nods.

Noted.]


Did the spells help?
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-02-27 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He considers that a long moment, then nods. ]

Yes. The cold does not normally bother me so much, it was the shock I suspect.

[ The abrupt difference in temperature between his own and the ice water. ]

Eyes like mine are not entirely uncommon in my home. Elves who are exposed to strong sources of magic for extended periods of time often development a permanent glow to their eyes.

[ Since he knows that's her other criticism. How the fuck are glowing eyes blending in, eh? ]

I didn't think to hide them in Taravast. It seems more an admission of guilt to do so after people have seen them.

[ Yes, he can hide it. ]
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[personal profile] enucleation 2022-02-27 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kaneki is only now starting to respect spirits a bit more. Mostly because he is now cursed, whenever he touches something in the village it turns to dust, and that is because of the curse he was given after he drunk some weird ass thing.

Plus he also adopted a cursed doll who may or may not be attached to him permanently now, and since said cursed doll doesn't really leave Kaneki alone, he is carrying it in an improvised baby backpack he made out of sheets.

(Good decisions all around.)

Regardless of the extra weight, he is walking around the forest, attempting to find a way to stops the fox spirits attack. He isn't sure how you can just hunt fox spirits, so perhaps they should be looking at something else - and that's when he ends up meeting Xie Lan cleaning up the altars ]


Wouldn't doing that just make the spirits stronger?
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[personal profile] enucleation 2022-02-27 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kaneki certainly almost vomited the liquid, given that he can't drink or eat normal food. But the liquid isn't normal, is it? And the same effect happened to everyone too: they all wanted to puke. After fighting it, he manages to keep it down, but only while he keeps a hand over his mouth and desperately tries to go on thinking "don't puke, don't puke, don't puke".

When moiraine approaches, it's actually a welcomed distraction. ]
Thank you... I will take the water. [ which is, again, the only thing he can consume, but it's not like he wants to eat anything else right now.

Although the curse effects take its toll perhaps a bit too quickly. Not soon after he takes the water, gashes and cuts appear on his hands. Despite anything, he barely seems to react to it, simply staring. ]
Aha. [ AHA indeed. ]
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[personal profile] good_taste 2022-02-27 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[He'd pushed that one too far, but he couldn't help it. Really, what was he supposed to do? Actually, honestly grovel? Certainly not this time.

Oh, he'd bow. Just a little. But not so low that he couldn't watch her feet to see if she moved.]
Please. [It was all he could do not to scowl.]
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[personal profile] sergeant_slick 2022-02-27 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Good man. [He follows, looking around as he goes. There's posters and paint everywhere. Like what he knew would've happened, if he and his brothers had ever had the chance to make a space really theirs.

That puts a knot in his throat. Stay focused. Don't get distracted.]
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[personal profile] enucleation 2022-02-27 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ you know what Kaneki might also consider a curse? How he ends up finding wangji at all times. Honestly, he holds no hatred for the man, but he also doesn't wish to spend any time with someone who a) has no clue about Kaneki's true nature and what it actually implies b) who is constantly casting judgement upon the ghoul (Kaneki is quite capable of doing that on his own, better than anyone in fact) c) who comments on all of this with single words, as if that could ever encompass what is actually truly happening.

He already has a ghost of a kid in a cursed doll's body following him around, and a beating heart he has no clue what it is for. he does not need the extra hassle of having to walk on egg-shells for this person, specially when all he wants to do is to get back home.

But fates wants him to meet wangji every single time.

This time, Kaneki is searching the wells after hearing the story of a snake-woman. He is carrying the cursed doll in an improvised baby backpack he made out of sheets (or course the beating heart is there too because he doesn't let go of any of the two) and he is honestly just checking things out and talking to people rather than making haste after a creature, but eventually he finds wangji with his swords and terrorized locals, so Kaneki already knows this is about to become serious.

For a second there, he pauses, thinking if he should join or not, but eventually he shakes his head and joins wangji after the monster-woman himself since he too wants to see what this is about. Ghouls are much faster than humans, so he hopes that will let him catch up to the snake if she truly was seen by the other man ]
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-02-27 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
The desert reminds him of the Badlands, the verticle structures and dry ground that speaks of oppressive heat.

Yet this isn't the Badlands. There's a ship here, something similar yet not the same as Draenei structures. He never stepped aboard the Vindicaar himself, but he knows enough about them to know there aren't enough softly glowing crystals on this to match their aesthetic.

"I can see why," Wrathion says mildly. Gallows humour, perhaps, he knows Slick didn't mean this place. He meant the forest, yet still -- here? This isn't any of his memories, so he can only assume they're the memories of someone else. There's only one other person standing beside him.

He pulls himself together internally, takes a few slow steps forward. No need to make Slick jump, if this has put him on edge.

"It isn't real," he reminds him. Sometimes, when nightmares are vivid, the reminder is useful. This is about as vivid as you can get, short of being in the middle of it.
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-02-27 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wrathion nods, unquestioning. His expression is hard, determined. ]

How good are you with that dagger?

[ She has one, but that isn't the same as being able to use it. No judgement on his part, for all he knows she could be an expert with a different weapon. This is an assessment, purely, of how much he should expect to be managing the fight on his own or how much she can do herself.

If she can hold her own, he can hold back. If she cannot, he might need to start casting. He'd rather not, rather keep some of that to himself, but if the young dragon is in danger he won't let it suffer purely to keep his own secrets. ]
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-02-27 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Arranged marriages?

Wrathion turns his attention more to the person next to him, curious now. ]


Arranged for political purposes?

[ He's aware of that concept. Marry two people, join their families, gain an advantage. ]
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[personal profile] reparo 2022-02-27 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Elves, he mentions, and she wonders if that's what he is. Fundamentally, it doesn't change anything to know, other than the fact that she likes knowing.

Maybe by knowing, next time something like this happens, she'll recall his body temperature runs higher and know what is flamboyance and what is real stress.]


It's proof of how biased and human-centric my world is, in comparison. Humans rule it, especially the magical part of it, and witches and wizards seem to believe that any living being that is not fully human is a creature, and lesser.

[Werewolves, giants, Veelas to name a few, but she's had centaur professors, she's rescued hippogriffs and dragons. Liberated House Elves.]

That's not a mentality I agree with, by the way.
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2022-02-27 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He'd argue his real family is the strangest-looking family unit, but she just gets a look that says as much. Or maybe that's just that spreading burning sensation getting the better of him.

He keeps up conversation partly just to mask his discomfort. ]


Why would anyone come here? Either they're into punishing themselves or they're running from something and had no other choice.
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[personal profile] enucleation 2022-02-27 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
ohohoh perfect~

Alright, about the witches! Mostly Kaneki is interested in their insight about the House of Ravens. Naturally he doesn't expect them to just outright tell him the deep dark secrets regarding the temple BUT kaneki is willing to offer his services for information or even a map to the temple (or hopefully they can direct him to someone who knows!).

he will also show them the doll because the bloody thing is always with him and it's not like he can pretend it's not. Kaneki is just curious to see if they have any interest in it and maybe he can use her as a bargain chip of sorts (sorry, doll) AND LOOK THEY ARE WITCHES WHO KNOWS. If they ARE interested, he would like to ask about the snake-woman - who is she, what is she, can they be friends )=
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-02-27 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd hope not.

[ Being inhuman is not, after all, to be lesser in Azeroth. Wrathion would argue plenty of races are, in fact, greater than humans in many ways.

That's probably rude, though, and he can resist mentioning it.

Still, the fact that her world is human-centric does explain a little of her reactions to him. ]


Do I frighten you?

[ She always seems a little nervous. Is that it? Is she less used to non-humans? ]
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[personal profile] chosenbylight 2022-02-27 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
The two of them. Are the two of them...?

Anduin's eyes are very wide as he stares back at her, his own mouth opening and closing again as he shakes his head but no words seem to want to come. He could -- he should just brush her question off. That's what a normal reaction would be. Anduin feels as though, if he lies to her in this moment, he is lying to himself, and given the chance -- he would prefer to be honest, just this once...

"I. We're not. That is, he isn't..."

Oh Light, have mercy on him.
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[personal profile] reparo 2022-02-27 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[That makes her falter a bit - frighten her? Is that what impression he got?]

What? No - not at all. It's just, I like knowing things. [Which is probably something to call her out on. She knows, she's not the best equipped to handle the strangeness of this world, or the others. She adapts well, by dint of necessity and survival, but she's still a curious, nosy little know-it-all at heart.]

And I didn't want to be rude and just ask, at the same time.
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[personal profile] reparo 2022-02-27 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh no.

She's going to take a stab in the dark here, and make an assumption. She doesn't like to make assumptions, but... gut instinct is not something that she can ignore.

"He... isn't aware you have feelings?"
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[personal profile] soloritur 2022-02-27 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Marcos' expression grows a bit more serious at his answer, but when he opens his mouth Wrathion asks a different question. There's really no hiding where he just came from, and he isn't incredibly sure he needs to. Maybe it's just old habits that keeps them on high alert. But this isn't Taravast, or the Inner Circle. They aren't going to ruin their cover just by being seen together.

"Yeah, I was. My um...," it's suddenly weird to know how to refer to Lorna. They have a kid together, but until a few weeks before they got here he had been sure they couldn't make it work. Still, it's more serious than he makes it sound: "My girlfriend, she was assigned to that house."

And since he's still thinking that the 'something going on' is serious enough to come find him, he looks over at him with concern.

"What's up?"
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[personal profile] chosenbylight 2022-02-27 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Anduin is a healer and thus he does not blink an eye at the way that the other man suddenly begins to remove the top layers of his clothing and turns to show his bared back.

He frowns at the scratches, taking a step forward to study them closer. They don't appear all that deep, but the fact that they have appeared out of nowhere is concerning.]


You say that they do not hurt?
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-02-27 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She likes knowing things.

A smile flickers faintly over Wrathion's expression. He can understand that. ]


I've had my reasons for keeping it to myself. It can be dangerous for people to know.

[ As if saying that has literally ever discouraged anyone. ]
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[personal profile] chosenbylight 2022-02-27 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Anduin's eyes widen further, if it is even physically possible. Anduin is a diplomat, he can control his features when he must. But he has been caught by surprise in this moment, on a night when he has had no sleep, after having married a fox spirit and then... Accidentally blurting out some cover story of being engaged to his...

He does not even have a word for what Wrathion has to him. Friend is nowhere near enough. Best friend is still not right. And yet.

Anduin turns to glance away from Hermione for a long moment, fighting with himself about what exactly to say, but. She knows. She already knows, there is no point lying. At last he answers, "No, I. Can't say that he is."

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