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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2022-06-03 07:06 pm

no man's sea


Avast ye — sprawling til 18 June is part I of the Storm at Sea travel arc, which doubles as a test drive. Participants don’t need an invite to reserve or apply over 10-17 June.

Try to label if you’re a test drive tourist or an old timer — and don’t hesitate to leave an OOC note to opt out of random NPC piraaaaaaaargh interaction. Test drivers can post both log and network prompts. Have fun!




NO MAN’S SEA




DEEP WATERS | SON OF A BISCUIT EATER | MOLLYWICK | | THE CROSSING | NOTES




AHOY! SCALLYWAGS

Departing Ke-Waihu, the existing party joins paranoid pirate king, turned stalwart saint Samuel Vane — the feared Quicksilver Sam — aboard the Pariah.

Test drivers awaken anguishing at sea, floating on rafts, or on minuscule patches of deserted land. They are collected by two pirates and the recalcitrant sorceress Karsa — who supplies translation and communication devices. She explains the newcomers were summoned into the land of Akhuras by warring undead factions. Karsa’s master, the elusive Merchant, ferries newcomers east to beacons hoped to return them home. He has secured them passage on the pirate vessel Queen Zanyra of ’Wet Rope’ Caladan Kreil, an associate of Quicksilver Sam.

The Pariah and Zanyra meet at sea, a day’s travel away from Ke-Waihu:

■ Characters overhear that Quicksilver Sam seeks to reach the haunted Crossing Seas and ‘settle an old score.’ Long-term ally Caladan Kreil supports his cause.

■ The two vessels make daily supply and crew exchanges by rowboat. The Pariah’s passengers must give the passcode: flaunted like gold to board the Queen Zanyra. Staff of the Queen Zanyra must speak the words before the blind man to access the Pariah. Forget your passcode and fall at the mercy of whoever patrols the decks!

■ Tasks await all passengers: diligently clean and polish decks, climb tall masts to sew torn sails, banish a preposterous number of seagulls, fish, read post or… dubious novels to sailors, count loot, guard the decks, clean cannons or serve as boat lure for shark fishing. Medics and cooks can practise their natural trades, while musicians and entertainers should amuse the crew.

■ By all means, grab thematic garments from crew coffers. Also available: daggers, swords and rare pistols.

■ Characters may notice both ship crews are spirited, but grow weary when Quicksilver Sam fitfully orders his five on-call priests to carry out protection rites, or to ‘exorcise’ evil from random staff — through ineffective bitter potions, shrill chants and requests to sit in unusual luck-incurring poses, or to commit some mundane, repetitive task. Let’s bore the devil away.

■ Treat senior crew with respect: some pirates are equally drunk on rum and fleetingly authority and reward perceived slights with a 24h-stay in the brig. These fine accommodations fit two and annul powers while there. No dinner.


■ Sleep where you can: hammocks and rotting mattresses can be found in great common halls beneath decks. The sick and women (naturally, ill omens at sea) can share the four private cabins of each ship. Sumeragi Subaru has his own cabin aboard the Pariah.

■ Each night, expect drinking beneath the halls and a pirate’s greatest hobby: gambling. Conmen might lure you into an ‘innocent game’ that sinks you deep into debt, winning your valuables, favours, or kidney!

■ Ladies are afforded a wide, begrudging berth and some authority over the crew.

Accommodations: fresh potions are readily available to ward off sea sickness, and magically resilient oranges are on hand to counter scurvy. As woe would have it, the long-serving Mr. Ishmael has passed, and his earthly remains have been retained aboard the Pariah for Kaneki Ken. Viktor receives a leashed emotional support albatross — a large, loud but docile bird that flies above him counter-current to balance him, whenever the ship’s sway threatens his footing.


OBJECTIVES

■ Discover why good Quicksilver Sam is intent on his haunted travels. The captain declines audiences, but try to get information from the two crews.

■ Please share the information gained via network…!





THAT SON OF A BISCUIT EATER

Trouble starts to brew, within days at sea:

■ Be on the lookout while on watch duty: on a handful of occasions, new faces appear aboard. They fail to offer the passcode — and attempt to injure characters, throw them overboard, or to enter the captains’ lodgings. Sound the alarm or seize intruders!

■ After interrogating an infiltrator, Caladan Kreil sends word that the assailants hail from the Concord, a war vessel of the Dawns’ Reach Trade Company that is pursuing the pirate ships at distance under the command of Maximilian Hawk. A credit to his name, Wet Rope Caladan has the spy hanged.

■ Prepare to get drafted for double watch duty, as both Caladan Kreil and Quicksilver Sam bolster defences. Tensions escalate, with pirate crew questioning the loyalties of newer recruits.

■ A few days later, at dawns, the silent, swift and massive Concord approaches close enough to fire its cannons at both ships and send vicious militia to climb aboard. Defend your ship!

■ The Concord withdraws by midday, after lightly damaging its opponents. Help with repairs and enjoy some rum — you’ve survived your first sea scuffle!




MOLLYWICK

Just short of entering the Crossing, where the seas are dark and highly opaque, the Queen Zanyra and Pariah encounter a stretch of vibrant, lushly forested land.

■ Both vessels send crew over for a few hours, with captains urging quick incursions. Pair up to collect berries, scant mushrooms and sweet water. Curiously, no animals are found.

■ Veteran sailors say this is the Neverflight isle of myth, where sea kings have buried their treasures. Pirates share legendary coordinates of long lost loot, archived as riddles or poems. Grab a shovel and a-digging you go!

■ …ah, but don’t linger too long. What pranksters your sailor friends are. Within hours of the island’s appearance, the earth beneath your feet crumbles and quakes, and the land starts to sink. Evacuate or call for help to get out of here — as the great white whale Mollywick submerges in the waters with the Neverflight island it carries on its back. Hopefully, you don’t go under with them.

■ If you’ve threaded out a treasure dig, drop a line to receive some especially deplorable loot. You deserve it.




THE CROSSING

The Pariah and Queen Zanyrafrequently chained together to avoid separation — creep into the Crossing : a stretch of eerily silent waters, dark and volatile.

■ Slowly, a thick, nearly impregnable fog dawns during the day, covering the sun and leaving the skies a desolate slate. Dreadful storms spark at night.

■ Strange, talking carps jump on board, offering to tell you your future. Caution: they only make bad luck readings (request yours) that turn true. They appear wherever their target flees and are exceptionally annoying, until either the moon rises, or you apply the superstitious cure of throwing salt on them.

■ Nightmares haunt you — your own, or glimpsed memories of ships crashing, sinking, falling to storm. Note: only your character suffers these memories/nightmares, but everyone else can experience their exhausted grumpiness, come morning.

■ Be wary, when pairing to cross over to the other pirate ship: you may find another rowboat beside yours, its sailor begging for an oar or ladle. If you give him one, he shovels water into your boat with inhuman speed — desert your vessel and swim quickly to a pirate ship, before undead hands pull you into the sea.

■ While alone on deck, characters might hear sweet, coaxing voices that urge them to walk the plank into the water. Break your brethren from this spell, or watch them fall into the arms of man-eating mermaids.

■ Now and then, the ships are shaken by long, whips of something lashing from the depths.

■ Pirates become increasingly skittish and on edge. Priests perform countless protection rites and exorcisms on both ships.

■ At night, a handful of undead men climb aboard. They lack awareness and are in a clear state of discomposure, looking to catch the living and drown them. With toothless, rotting mouths, some rasp, This is kinder.

■ As you officially enter the Crossing, beams of light erupt in the horizon, showing the distant silhouettes of several ghost ships.




NOTES

TEST DRIVE QUESTIONS

OLD-TIMER QUESTIONS

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[personal profile] somebadnews 2022-06-13 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Despite himself, he actually thinks about the answers to those questions she asks. It’s true that he assumed the worst, given that the worst is exactly what followed breaking the mirror. He’s been out of his head, exacerbated by the borrowed agony he carried around, but all of that had been self-inflicted. Whatever happened to her was squarely his fault, and so is anything that ultimately happens with Anurr.

It wasn’t his biggest mistake, but it’s up there, and the consequences are still ongoing. He felt guilty enough that he let it slip more than once that he broke the mirror, or at least said enough that they reached that conclusion, but he’d left out their argument and how he threw it directly at Winnie when it happened.

It bothered him that he didn’t know if she’d survived and assumed she hadn’t. And it bothers him now that she doesn’t so much as hold it against him.

He stews and crosses his arms, but nods, slowly. She’s right, he may be a killer, but there’s a difference to what he can and cannot justify about his actions. It’s weighed on him. ]


…He was grateful. [ Anurr. She already knows that, but he didn’t share the note he left him, or the gift. ] It’s probably a bad idea, but if we get into a bind, I have a way to call him. He wanted to do the same for you, but he couldn’t find you.

[ She deserves to know. He’s been thinking about telling her, so he might as well now. ]

I’m also pretty sure that he’ll find a way to kill me on sight if he ever feels betrayed, but that’s a problem for another time.
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[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-13 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
( ...sure, be that water safer and the ship well, and would you look at that, blimey? Mr. Eames is helping the Queen Zanyra along, by satisfying the good wishes of his own coin purse. Who'd have thought?

It must be Godly and as the good Lord be wantin', for why else would all align to support him, why else would nothing rise to darken Mr. Eames' path? It's clear, this lass and him, they be doing God's own work, and so Mr. Eames nods along with fresh enthusiasm: )


No need t'be tellin'em much. You just... carry on with the waiting. You like it, don't ye? Marooned here, without yer games, this keeps you nice and busy. And you don't mean the killin', aye, only just what happens. These things, they be happening.
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[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-13 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
( Mr. Eames be as righteous man as the Queen Zanyra can name, God be thankin' Caladan Kreil for lending him coin and service. He's seen things, doing the Rope's work, walking his deck and polishing his plank, ships scuttled and mermaids tarred, though only dead men tell fewer tales than Mr. Eames.

But he ain't seen one o' these up close before, not since they brought a dragon from the depths yonder, to trade her and her eggs long far. Was a trip that, and she a bigger creature, but this one's small and prettier, and already showin' the start of fire.

He's thrilled, is Mr. Eames, when he catches Daenerys on deck with dragon, next day after the great old whore, the Concord's shown them her back. )


It be yours, aye? ( So what if she's a woman and a curse on all ships? Mr. Eames, he be a forgivin' sort. ) Maybe luck ain't all forsaken us.
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[personal profile] enucleation 2022-06-13 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ of course, of course. But kaneki will keep his manners.

But surprising tempers? Insanity, Kaneki thinks to himself, because the man is calling for priests. Not that kaneki can judge, he is insane too for sure; but he would rather not have a crazy man who can not control his insanity in charge of the ship they are on.

When Caladan mentions "dangerous trades", kaneki's polite expression turns into something more puzzling. he is still smiling, but it's certainly not a soft smile like one he had offered before ]


Yet you trust me to make your food. [ knowing they have a cannibal on board, and that said cannibal is now cooking? Interesting, isn't it? ] This is normal food. [ he adds, just in case. which is why kaneki needed someone else to taste it for him ]

What dangerous trades has Quicksilver made that earns me being compared to him? [ does he chew on dead people too? ]
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[personal profile] enucleation 2022-06-13 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
It happens to the best of us. [ he says that with some amusement ] I arrived in the middle of a desert. I'm unsure which is worst.

[ with a polite nod of his head, Kaneki offers a smile ] I'm Ken Kaneki. It's nice to meet you, Kirk-san.

Have you been told what is going on in this world?
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[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-13 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
( They're two creatures of a mind, a glance, of glint of white teeth. When Caladan Kreil answers, his smirk's all but a long cleaving. Then, carefully, he collects another emptied bowl from the treys and holds out in a firm hand, as if to beg its filling.

Pour, boy. He not only trusts the likes of him with their cooking, but he'll take a second serving, for his trouble. )


You tell me, little friend. ( Tell him, while his hands shake the bowl, drawing the eye to it: fill it, fill it well. ) Past what point's a man gone too far to stay alive?

( Caladan Kreil, captain of the Queen Zanyra, Quicksilver, leader of the Pariah. Are they mere men? When Caladan grins, gold winks back once. )

You tell me, who's he who can cast the first stone.
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[personal profile] enucleation 2022-06-13 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ and Kaneki obeys, pouring the soup onto the bowl. Very well, so he does trust the food and it's not simply for show; Kaneki appreciates the gesture. ]

Are you asking me what are my sins? [ there are too many to tell. And endless list of horrors ] None of them involved calling for priests. After all, no priest could help.

[ the bowl is full, just as demanded. And Kaneki looks back at the crew behind them, unsuspecting of their cannibal companion, or perhaps already aware of who they brought into their vessels ] But if my sins were too big and if I had gone too far, I don't think you'd be keeping Ishmael-san for me.

Do you think Quicksilver-san has gone too far?
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[personal profile] intermingled 2022-06-13 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
There are others aboard who could also be of better use assisting with navigation, but the superstition of your men would have them hidden below deck instead.

[ Not that Spock is against helping with that, but he can't help that contrary streak in him knowing that a woman with just as much skill wouldn't be as welcome to help. ]
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[personal profile] intermingled 2022-06-13 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Spock has many questions to wonder about. Assuming this Ambassador is his future, Spock has a lot of life left to explore. There is a sense of anticipation to it, knowing big things will come but not entirely what they are. It's an utterly human surge of excitement that has no basis in logic and yet Spock doesn't want to fully ignore it.

It's not only his own future, but this man. Or another version of him. Spock doesn't have many relationships in his life that feel remarkable. He gets along with the crew of the enterprise. He loves his mother. He may even have a few people he considers a friend as much as he ever has, but a remarkable relationship? Spock cannot help feeling utterly fascinated by all that that can entail.
]

Then I suppose I will look forward to it.
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[personal profile] intermingled 2022-06-13 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
I do not. I believe we will have to gather information the... old-fashioned way.

[ Which isn't something Spock is necessarily used to, but he has learned that he cannot always rely on only technology and he considers himself adaptable enough that he will not allow that to stop him. ]
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[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-06-13 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's familiar enough with the superstitions, having heard them before on other ships. The crew at least spoke to her and didn't give her stink eye whenever she passed, so it was easier to ignore whatever beliefs they might have about women on ships.

She's proud of Drogon, and more than a little relieved he's back, so she's preening as she gazes up at him, circling the air and singing across the waters. H was in better spirits as well. Battles always seemed to rile him up a little, but once they were over, he was nothing but playful.]


He is. [There is pride in her voice.] You believe him lucky?
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[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-13 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Keeps rats away, storms from brewin', and caught it giving one o'them mermaids the eye.

( He prattles this here odd list of achievements as if it be the feats of a hero trueborn. And maybe it is: the mermaids have claimed more lives than he's got fingers on either hand, the rats go for toes, and who wants more of what the winds can bring.

It's all he can do, shrugging, to put forward: )


Gots to be lucky, him.

( If there be anything left of luck on these two damned ships. )
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[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-13 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
We have failed to instruct these... gentlemen of the deck in the advantages of an entire day without the tragedy of drink, or in the habit of a weekly bath.

( Spoken matter-of-factly, in the way of a condemned man who has grown eerily fond of his noose. Perhaps Mr. Briggs, being acquainted with the ways of the ship, can be permitted a certain pessimism towards its people.

And if he is not made this natural allowance, he will claim it with his two hands: )


You truly believe we will be more successful with the benefits of equality between the sexes?
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[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-13 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
We are... men of the sea. ( Pirates, pillagers, criminals, scavengers. ) Sailors.

( ...still pirates, now with a tenuous smile, while Caladan Kreil removes the bowl, making a production of his slow, measured scrutiny of the serving spoons and utensils at his disposal.

Oh, look here. An instrument that may have been cleansed within the past week. )


At sea, we have a different law. We don't look to the land for its reason. Whatever you have done, my little friend. Whatever Quicksilver Sam has done. You're both alive and in health. ( Here, a private chuckle. But are they? ) And who could fault you?
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[personal profile] reaction 2022-06-14 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Wow. Now I'm feeling really old. ( 2263. A shame he's never gonna be able to experience that future considering he's likely kicked the bucket back home. ) I'm surprised the Earth's still around. Would've thought the humans would've wrecked the planet with you know, pollution and all that.

B-T-W, that's by the way, I think we might be a little lost. ( like, seriously. this part of the area they're in is dense with plants and trees and they might have wandered a little too far from the original trail they'd been on. )

You hear that? ( unless jim has super hearing, he likely won't hear it yet -- it's the sound of something crumbling beneath them. it suddenly gets eerily quiet around them; like the calm before the storm, and damon looks over at his companion with an 'uh-oh, they might be in trouble' look. )
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[personal profile] soulsrob 2022-06-14 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[She looks a bit surprised at that and pauses, folding her hands in front of her and turning to give Five her full attention.]

Oh! Is that so? How kind of him! He must be quite happy to be all put together again. I wonder if I could say hello to him some time... I wouldn't mind having that kind of power at my call, even if just once.

[Being killed on sight should he feel betrayed doesn't worry her though, it's not like she's planning on betraying anyone outright ever, and she kinda liked Anurr in general.]

Interesting, though, that he couldn't find me... That means something more powerful than even he and his kin are pulling the strings behind our appearances and disappearances.
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-06-14 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
... That's not exactly how it works? I assure you, I did absolutely nothing to bring you here.

Besides, it's just a conjecture, but I have a theory that probably, no one in our world has seen me be missing. If he thought I was in danger, Hua Cheng would do anything to find me, and I don't think interdimensional travel would stop him. So if he's not here, it's because I'm still there with him, somehow.

[It's a bit of a headache to wrap your head around, but there's no other way that makes sense.]

And besides, it's only been about a year for me here. We've been separated longer than that before.
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-06-14 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Xie Lian is.... honestly unsure of what reaction the old man is expecting.

It's probably not this one, which is a cheerful smile and a firm nod.]


Sure, if that makes you feel better about it, that's a deal!

[Honestly, he wouldn't even really mind if someone ate his body after he died, if he could die. It sounds wasteful not to when someone could use it.]
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[personal profile] mypreciousworld 2022-06-14 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ a gentle sigh, and he places the gun on a nearby crate as to keep it within sight and reach. tenn wasn't expecting to receive a miniature lesson on meteorology but there he is. ]

Seems a little drastic...

But thank you for your company. It's taken my mind off of things.
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[personal profile] mypreciousworld 2022-06-14 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ tenn nods slowly, carefully moving the mushrooms around in his new makeshift satchel while staring at xiè lián. ]

I see... well, as long as it moves slower than I do.

[ because while tenn is nimble and agile to a degree, that doesn't necessarily mean fast. ]

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[personal profile] mypreciousworld 2022-06-14 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ease is the last thing he's willing to feel right now... no, if anything, tenn drifts on waters that are currently calm. but he's also banking on that these same waters will not get any more relaxed. they will certainly become rough and unfriendly, no matter what expression is being worn on the captain's face.

but tenn offers his best smile in return. one that won't immediately retreat once out of sight, in the presumed safety of the room near him. the door, somewhat stiff as he pulls on it, is a way for him to break the silence. ]


Then I'm very fortunate to be here, with you.

[ a moment, then: ]

I'll rest for now, so that I can be helpful to you and everyone else here in some way. Thank you for relieving me of some of my insecurities.
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[personal profile] enucleation 2022-06-14 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Everyone can fault me. [ everyone is a judge of the horrible. Kaneki blames no one who does judge him and he blames no one who feels horror towards him.]

But I only consume the dead. That is my law. [ laws can be broken, some would argue. But Kaneki has a moral code himself]

Why don't you have priests aboard your vessel, Caladan-san? Are they not part of your law? 
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[personal profile] winscenario 2022-06-14 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jim feels maybe just a little bad to offer this teaser while knowing fully well that he can't go into any further details, because he doesn't know much more than that, and a lot of what he thinks he knows is mostly guesswork and conjecture. All stuff that Spock's very soul would itch at the mere thought of. ]

I'm glad to hear you say.

[ Even if it's a different Kirk, it's still a Kirk. And he doesn't know in what way he could compare, but— well, it's Spock. He can't be so different, so they'll get along fine, Jim's sure. ]

I have to admit, I never thought I'd live to see you with a beard.
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[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-14 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
( Wrath once said it took enormous strength to acknowledge her limits, on a night she wounded her would-be assassin but could not deliver the fatal blow. All her hatred and all her rage. Her need for vengeance. When the time came, she had been unable, and felt a coward for it.

It may be summer, but this is no dream. And spring will not come.

With her chin, she motions to the lamp she handed Wangji, taking one step toward their newcomer.
)

Be look out if you must.

( They do not need to send this man to this death. But neither can they do nothing. )
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[personal profile] valeas 2022-06-14 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
( Wrath's grip never falters, but she does put up a fight. She'll burn him. She'll burn and she'll burn, and there will be nothing left. Her fists pound at his chest like she can rage her frustrations into something tangible, like she can wail at the grief that wants to drown her when she stops moving long enough to feel it.

It takes Emilia too long to discern this is not her twin's voice.

Too cloying, too whimsical. And toward the end, all too hateful. It can't be.

The spell is playing tricks on her, or perhaps it is her curse: a maddening coalescence. Whatever the reason, darkness encroaches the edges of her vision. Mystifying images burst at the back of her eyelids, too fast for her to absorb. She's unable to pluck any of them, save for one deadly.

Exhausted, she slumps against Wrath at last, the same fists that had meant to bruise suddenly clutching at him, clenching into the fabric of his shirt. She misses the rose-gold glow on her fingertips. They flicker weakly like desperate little torches, before all that light goes to sleep once more.
)

I know her. ( Caught between the thrall and her vision, her whisper is feverish, slurred. ) How do I know her?

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