i'll remember your apocalypse

[valeas]

WHO: Allison, Emilia, Five, and Wrath.
WHEN: The second week of January.
WHERE: The desert hills of Uruksithar.
WHAT: Some bonding moments amidst reconnaissance.
WARNINGS: Nothing yet!

( A deadly poison. Tongues in warded boxes. Slaying of undead lieges.

It would seem the four of them always come together under extreme circumstances, and if their current task is anything to go by, that trend isn't changing anytime soon. They've all agreed to take part in the raiding, and follow the Scavengers on a three-day walk to a hunting grounds chock-full of shifting dunes and massive sand worms.

Sounds about right for this world.

Though they stick close for the most part, they do break off into pairs at times to cover more ground. Emilia is on her way back to Allison, her hands woefully empty. For now. )

Did you find anything?

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[valeas]

You won't.

( Where her tone would usually carry finality, there's admittedly some doubt. Mostly concern. But determination dwarfs both of them, her fingertips smoothing over the gold bracelet. Her next attempt at a spell visibly bounces off.

Frustration etches itself openly into her expression. )

We'll find something to contain it, but in the meantime ( she looks to Five and Wrath ) you won't want to come too close.

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[ Five keeps looking between them as they discuss this thing on Allison's wrist, finding it more offensive the longer he stands there. It's hard to argue when he doesn't have any better idea, but he's her brother, whatever curse is on it should be able to make an exception.

Since they all seem to be so calm about it, he puts in the effort to suppress how extremely bothered he is. From the tension in his shoulders and the deep scowl on his face, he's only partially successful. ]

How close is too close?