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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] joker_wild 2022-03-07 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Akira is still hesitant - and a little doubtful that Wrench will be able to take anything from it? But they can certainly try.]

So is this your hideout?

[Because it's obviously not Wrench's house - not that Akira has any room to talk about odd accommodations.]
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[personal profile] joker_wild 2022-03-07 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
And we get the glory of bringing home dinner.

[He grins at Wrench - and then looks back toward the cave.]

Come on, there's probably more of them.
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[personal profile] good_taste 2022-03-07 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
There was a level of finesse to that answer that felt very familiar. And evasive. Why feel the need to hide that? That wasn't the way a vampire lord would go about deflecting it either. Maybe the dynamics here weren't as clear as he thought.

"I won't bite, you know." Because he wasn't sure if that was safe or even desirable, but it was the truth. "If we don't learn how to keep them out, who's to say they won't turn us against each other?"
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-03-07 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I do not think this task anything. I have bever been faced with such a creature before.

[If you want to show off, Master Lan, be his guest.

Moran does raise the hairpin as a weapon again, although mostly defensively since now The sword has come out to play.]


Would she speak any comprehensible language to even interrogate?
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-03-07 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
For the Emperor, yes. Plentiful children are supposed to be a blessing.

Society often functions on the principle of 'we've always done it this way', and there is good reason sometimes why that is. I don't let it dictate that particular aspect of my life and get called odd or quirky, but my status tends to shield me from the worst of the criticism.

[He's at least aware of his privilege. He knows Xunxian has probably heard some terrible things about himself.]

My Star power is not something that is inherited directly through bloodlines, even if some families show more affinity for it, and there is no imperative for me to leave a legacy in that particular way. My nephew can inherit my fortune and whatever else I might leaving when I die.
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-03-07 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, I think this was planned, and that some people, at the very least, knew this would happen.

Very peculiar customs.

[Finaly the man is back with a tray and several bottles on it, and Moran urges him on.]

Well, don't just stand there, my good man, and pour for the lady. She's been having a terrible night !
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-03-07 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Xie Lian is about to snap back, head whipping around, and then you can almost see him suddenly pull back, gather himself, take a deep breath and bring his shoulders down.]

... No, you're right.

[The worst thing is, this doesn't even feel like his anger. Xie Lian has been angry before. He's been furious, he's been dripping with rage even if few people could even imagine it. But it doesn't feel like that.]
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-03-07 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
It's never really worked out very well for me...

[Well, he knows now there were reasons why it didn't work out, but still, he understands better now some of the lessons of his past.]

If the spirits truly become too ferocious against humans, they'll have to be eliminated... but the villagers invited them in for this... ritual. They only did what was expected of them, so why are they being blamed now?
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-03-07 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Interesting. They had seemed to work together, so the Merchant's suggestion makes sense.

The latter remark, though, has an immediate effect. Wrathion's expression stays placid, but his eyes lift up and a spike of anxiety runs through him -- quickly followed by a rush of anger.

I could tell the mention of the Beastmaster had... an effect on you.

His leaving after talking to the villager, or something else? Is his mind being read? He hasn't felt an obvious intrusion. Perhaps just a light surface read? Or have all his tells just become so much worse?

He lofts an eyebrow, forces himself to stay casual.

"If you're resorting to questioning near strangers, you must be quite desperate."

A petty blow, perhaps, but Wrathion dislikes feeling chased down and cornered.
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-03-07 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, he's quite welcome to run out and do so. Wrathion would be fascinated to see how that went -- the only problem being, of course, that it may well blow their cover.

So he should probably stop him if he tries.

A pity.

"Potentially the Beastmaster and the Huntress, I hear they commonly work together. I do also wonder where exactly the House of Ravens comes into this equation. Is it a stronghold of the Beastmaster, perhaps? The villagers did speak of having to offer human sacrifices to the House of Ravens, for various reasons. I wonder if it's all the same thing, explained different ways."
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[personal profile] chosenbylight 2022-03-07 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Breathe.

Anduin's smile curls up further at the edges. He cannot help himself. He is... surprised to have Lan Wangji's support and encouragement. Truth be told he had not been certain the man liked him very much. But standing here with him in the doorway of the wise man's house, Anduin feels... Understood.

It is a comfort he had not known he had needed until the words are offered up. It is funny how such things come from the most unlikely of places, he muses to himself.]


Yes, it does. And the crown can be a heavy burden to bear, even when you have been raised exactly for that purpose.

[He twitches the other man another crooked, half-smile, before taking in a deep breath.

Breathe.]


It sounds as though you are familiar with the concept yourself.
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[personal profile] downswing 2022-03-07 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Unlikely, now that she has been...

( ...once thoroughly decapitated. Click of Lan Wangji's tongue, and the bride hisses, turns and captures his gaze with the harsh edge of her own, with the sickly hate that burdens it. She will not thank him a second death, less so a liberation. Nothing within her is compelled by ease or mercy.

When he cuts, thin and quick and the rivulet of red licking her throat like honeydew's spill, she — freezes, ample and unyielding subject to torture, remembering the root of fear. Perhaps, if she were asked in the ways appropriate.

But then, Lan Wangji's hands are bound, and his gaze teases the rims of Beitang Moran's robes, eases up. )


Raise Bichen in my stead.

( If Lan Wangji is to play the guqin, he requires two hands at the ready. )
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[personal profile] inferus 2022-03-07 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Wrath lifts both his eyebrows at the comment, wondering to its purpose. Is he attempting to get a reaction out of Wrath in turn, because he realizes he was read? Surface emotions only tell him so much - the immediate spike of fear followed by anger- both emotions he's so entirely familiar with for far different reasons.

"I believe you've mistaken my motivation for destroying the Huntress."

Desperation has no part of it. Desperation comes from those who are afraid. He is not afraid. Fear bows to him.

"We are part of the same displaced group, which means our ultimate goal aligns. I do not expect trust nor to receive information freely, which is why I shared. You are aware of my goal and the reason behind it, but if you prefer your own desperation then there is little I can do. Do what you will with the knowledge I have given without cost."

Wrath takes a step backward then and walks away.
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[personal profile] downswing 2022-03-07 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
( And what does he know, what has he learned? The burden of snow crushed beneath his knees, the ever-kneeling, the bend of his bowed back, the stupor of hard, steeled weight — of wonder. Of knowing his mother's doors will not creak open, of breathing the air of those who, were they a different sect given to perversions, might have danced on her grave. )

Against my elders, I do not presume reproaches.

( Once upon a time, his betters — now, seniority has substituted eroded virtue, and he does not ask if the well of his patience with his sect's veterans will one day dry and leave him stranded, adrift and unmoored, seeking sympathies. Prepared for abandon.

Now, filial, he turns a baleful, lead-heavy gaze and lands it on Anduin's strained face. )


You have the gift of men. ( Better, at least, than Lan Wangji. ) You may attend our visitors hereafter.

( Sir, you are welcome. )
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[personal profile] chosenbylight 2022-03-08 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Anduin nods himself at Xie Lian's nod, before calling upon the Light, channeling it forth through his palm toward the wounds before him. They are not that bad, it should be a simple task.

Nothing happens.

Anduin frowns slightly, calling off the spell and shaking out his hands before trying again. Murmuring a prayer to the Light and reaching further on his healing abilities. Light fills the room, surrounding Anduin himself, spilling forth from his hands and into the man in front of him. It is a much more powerful spell, and he should not have to do this. The scratches have barely broken the skin. All the same...

There is no change.

Anduin frowns deeply as the Light slowly fades, the room almost dark in its absence.]


I... I am sorry.
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[personal profile] in_theworks 2022-03-08 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. [a beat] I mean, I've crashed here a few times, too, and so has, like, everyone else, but. [he shrugs. but this is mostly where they come to work]

Mi casa es su casa, though, dude.

[feel free to look around while he tries to decide where to start]
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[personal profile] in_theworks 2022-03-08 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Lycanthropes?" Wrench repeated. It's not as though he didn't know what a werewolf was, it was just that he hadn't seen one, thus far. Maybe he'd missed something? Or maybe, "Wait, you mean the fox demon bride things that have been getting progressively more foxy? And not, like, in a good way?"

Actually foxy, not hot-foxy.
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[personal profile] in_theworks 2022-03-08 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[yes. yes, he is, but]

You okay, man?

[he's accused him of being a cinnamon roll before. this is more looks like a cinnamon roll could actually kill you behavior, and it seems a little weird]
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[personal profile] good_taste 2022-03-08 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mm. They made such a mess. You'd think the townsfolk would understand what they're doing--they invite the things in for weddings, and then they panic when it ends in blood." So much blood everywhere. The groom had been torn to pieces. There was even some on the ceiling, and it had all gone to waste!

Gods, he was hungry.

"And then some of them turn around and accuse me of being a fox in disguise. Pitchforks, baying dogs and all. Which I don't deserve--I haven't even done anything yet."
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-03-08 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Moran doesn't hesitate. The pin, having been cleared earlier of blood, finds its place back in his hair, while he grabs the hilt of the sword without a second thought.

It feels light, and it's clearly of much better quality than any Moran has ever held before, which is saying something given his background, but is hand is steady, and he is watchful and on his guard.]


What are you going to try?
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-03-08 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Xie Lian frowns, looking rather uncharacteristically grumpy and disgruntled, if you've been around him before. He's usually quite congenial, smiling and accommodating, but right now, his gaze on Anduin is less than amenable.]

... You were healing all these people back in Taravast, and those are barely scratches. What good are you if you can't even take care of these?
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-03-08 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[Said a bit too quickly, and then, he sort of deflates and shakes his head. rubbing his temple.]

... No. I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been in a weird mood. I don't usually lose my patience like this.
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[personal profile] reparo 2022-03-08 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
She shrugs, flicking her hair over her shoulder very nonchalantly. "I can out-stubborn a grown man."

Or whatever humanoid he is. No, she won't be asking Anduin about it, even though she wants to, very much.

The little hint of a smirk fades, leading to solemn consideration. "You know, that sermon I gave him, it should apply to more people than just one." Pointed look. "We've got a long journey ahead of us, and I for one intend to get back home."
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[personal profile] cairhien 2022-03-08 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Find something else to brush it aside with.

( a sleeve, an arm, anything to keep yourself protected. it would take more than a simple touch of a branch but there were some things that even moiraine didn't wish to risk and anything relating to the dark one was it )

It's called the Blight. If it is here then we're more troubled than what this village has illing it.
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[personal profile] enucleation 2022-03-08 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ when the girl throws herself into his arms, Kaneki has to take just a second to breathe in and finally accept that she truly was there; she is not some mirage, but the girl is really here.

And he quickly wraps his arms around her, bringing her closer - tightly. She is real, she feels real, and Kaneki is really touching her. His hand rests at her head and the other keeps Hinami close, while Kaneki mutters her name ]


When did you arrive? [ in fact, she shouldn't be here, at all. it's far too dangerous! ]

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