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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2024-02-03 06:09 pm

bygones be bygones



BYGONES BE BYGONES







Welcome to the finale log event, stretching until 22 February. You can find a summary of recent events here. The finale log is broken in four sections:

■ Anurr’s attempt to enter Hatthevar by corrupting party members

■ The citadel’s increasing hauntings and abductions (largely CR-building scenarios)

■ Investigating a ghost ship, for final clues

The fall of undead creator Matthias


Thank you for being here & enjoy!



WALLS, WAILING

The tide of war are turning: his scorpions and sand lurkers defeated by Emilia, Wrath and Benedict, the undead Brotherhood’s foremost general, Rathakku, pulls back his armies. A handful of monstrous creatures remain and will grudgingly serve the trio as their new masters.

Wind master Anurr, foe of the Brotherhood and its maker Matthias, continues assaulting the citadel with ceaseless blizzards. Those exposed to the storms may hear dark or saccharine voices that corrupt, threaten or woo them to open one of the four (north/west/south/east) gates of the citadel and allow Anurr’s forces inside.

■ Those prone to loneliness, despair or self-doubt are the most vulnerable to Anurr’s coercion and can easily turn aggressive, if anyone attempts to prevent them from their goal. A burning need to free the winds and a hatred of Hatthevar overwhelm you, while Matthias’ very name sets you off in a rage.

■ Those coerced are invulnerable to Anurr’s blizzards and the broader cold but highly susceptible to heat and flame. Their skin turns pale, limbs stiff and nearly gelid. They are slower but much stronger, and their touch can chill. They must be warmed — either by fire-side or trapped into heated rooms — to regain control of themselves. It may take up to 48 hours before they’re fully back to normal, waking up at night with a longing to walk into the wind.

■ The gates of Hatthevar remain guarded by enormous man-eating ghosts, but these sentinels have been worn down by war and are more easily overcome. Pass them and your companions and open the gates — and you will win Anurr a healthy advantage.




A HAUNTED PLACE

Two of Matthias’ beacons have been conquered by Vanessa, Wrathion and Five, who retain them as long as they stay along. Inevitably, they are often hunted by spirits.

Not realizing why his summons have weakened, Matthias directs more and more energy towards the three beacons under his control. The turbulence agitates the spirits of Hatthevar, who become secretive, paranoid, prickly and increasingly riotous.

■ Some scatter quickly as they see you — others gang up, mutinously targeting ghost slavers or anyone who reminds them of those who wronged them when they were alive. Hauntings multiply, while ghost slavers take advantage of the riots to conquer parts of Hatthevar.

PART & WHOLE

Combative crowds, often led by ghost slavers, are especially drawn to characters who own any of Matthias’ limbs or organs. Promised rewards, they seek to abduct such owners or anyone unlucky enough to be mistaken for them, dragging them to decrepit, barely standing and abandoned Whispering Houses while they barter payment from Matthias.

■ Ghosts are fiercely attentive but also superstitious watchmen: spook them, organise a rescue party or sneak out.

■ Watching the walls, you see ink brush paintings of the silhouettes of men, their beady eyes sometimes shifting to look at you. At other times, their limbs seem to shift minutely, as they begin to run towards you, until shadow men burst out of the wall to detain you. They pull back, if you also stop moving.

■ Those who possess Matthias’ parts may find ghosts are unusually submissive to them. Their tokens will likely get seized, if they are captured.




TROUBLED

Hatthevar succumbs to hauntings, friendly or foul. On any given day, you might experience:

THE BURIALS: Come morning, your shoes might be missing, buried in the nearest dirt patch — or you yourself might be entombed in the gardens, forced to dig yourself out before you suffocate. The crystalline sound of chiming bells can lead rescuers to you. Ghostly hands might try to hold onto you, if you are dragged out.

THE FACELESS: Lithe faceless dancers dart through the crowds of the ghostly bazaars, carrying demonic wooden masks that they place on the faces of stunned passers-by, fleeing thereafter. The victims now look like the demonic masks, while the masks have copied their likeness. If this happens to you, run after the faceless dancers, steal the mask and put it back on your face to recover your original appearance.

THE WATCH: Walking through the streets of Hatthevar, you find yourself visibly, unmistakably watched by an increasing number of people. First, they only steal glances; then, one or two point you out; small groups begin to whisper about you; finally, you notice whole crowds are standing eerily still, watching you covetously and seemingly struggling to keep themselves back from assaulting you.


MASTER GAO’S HUMBLE HOUSE

Least said, soonest enjoyed of Hatthevar’s new fashion of culinary delights. Amid a pick-up in crime, the street food vendors disperse, leaving behind a smattering of secluded establishments drenched in dizzying incense and patroned by… ethereal diners.

Master Gao’s family restaurant promises a once-in-a-lifetime experience, amid ghosts, ghouls and the monstrously dead. Take a seat at a private table, where you are treated to a pleasantly sweet, liquorice brew — then informed politely that you have been lethally poisoned and will die within two hours. Already, you feel your body feverish, overly stimulated, your thoughts given to wonder.

Focus, focus: the antidote, says the listless waitress, is in one of the numerous incoming dishes. A game to focus you on enjoying your meal. Even one bite will heal you.

THE MENU



Still on the fence? Reviewers say:

★★★★☆ Came for the bao buns, stayed for the screams of endless agony.
★★★★★ most places on lotus street went to the hell dogs, master’s gao stays lit, the demon bacon’s sizzle drizzle
★★☆☆☆ Two stars for the incredible heart of virgin sacrifice, cooked al dente. But this will be our last visit, after unprofessional staff treated us as if we were at our first cannibal rites.
★★★★☆ Hand-made blood pasta, rolled like grandma used to make.




THE HEADLESS DANCER

Five and Wen Kexing share that word on the street is Matthias has favoured two hideaways. The most widely known one, where you are headed first, is the Headless Dancer: a ghost ship that appears on nights of the full moon in the misty lagoon near Hatthevar. Half-sunken and ragged, the Headless Dancer appears like a conglomerate of titans’ bones, carved and welded together. It is a proper sea vessel, atypical to sail through a lagoon.

Your objective is to search the ship for any sign of Matthias.

■ As the vessel passes, you hear a staggered, loud rattling: the chattering teeth of the skull heads that shape the ship’s hull. These hungry mouths reach to crush and gnaw you, if you fall in the waters close to the ship.

■ A pirate crew is hard at work to keep the vessel afloat. At first, the men appear normal, but their skeletal, corpse-like appearance is revealed when they come under moonlight.

■ Many crew members ignore you, chained to each other and the deck and condemned to perform their tasks while singing their ol’ song. Only the captain speaks liberally: cursing, whipping his men and carrying a bundle of chains as he makes his rounds. Hide — at times helped or betrayed by crew members — or risk getting chained down by the captain, your powers entirely muted until you are released.

■ Midway through your visit, the ship sails back into the fog, beneath a strange wave of clouds shaped like enormous fish and sea life . Spears and chains that resemble fish spines plunge down to pin the ship in place: they fly across the deck, at times skewering and stabbing crew members. Take cover or jump overboard.

■ After a few moments, the spear-chains latch onto the vessel’s sides, turning it over and submerging into the lagoon. Instead of sinking, the Headless Dancer breaks water, once again upright… in strange new sides (the ‘Other Side’) in the middle of an intensely violent storm of blood. The previously skeletal crew and captain are now fully human and are struggling desperately to keep the ship from sinking, despite furious winds and the vessel taking substantial amounts of water. You understand quickly this is an illusion or memory of some kind: there is no saving the ship. Spend the last few minutes before the Headless Dancer sinks trying to stay afloat and search the captain and main passengers’ cabin for clues. Within 20 minutes, you hear the mast of the Headless Dancer give way, while the rapidly flooding of the hull causes the ship to break in half. You fall unconscious, waking up battered but alive in the real-world shores of Hatthevar, the splinters of the Headless Dancer’s deck stuck beneath your nails.




HE BLEEDS

Following our latest vote, the People have overwhelmingly chosen that undead creator Matthias will die.

Carrying out the plan is open to everyone, whether you did or didn’t get involved with the voting — jump in freely!

Matthias will be discovered in the second lair location uncovered by Five and Wen Kexing — the Whispering House of Hatthevar’s foremost wish maker, the Red Lady. He dwells on the first floor, which has been turned into an immense room decked in dark mirrors, whose windows have been entirely barricaded.

There are two types of mirrors: some show you exactly what you most wish to see, progressively captivating you while rapidly depleting your stamina and vitality, until you are reduced to dried husks and bones within the hour.

Looking into the second type of mirror, your character sees a person of tar that reaches out to touch them until their hand exits the glass. Upon contact, your character is overcome by a feeling of intense, spreading coldness, as if their insides are being infested by a rapidly propagating alien creature. They may feel its highly primitive, emotion-led thoughts: a jumble of jealousy, the wish to have a shape and manifest, hatred that your body is not malleable, fear, hunger. The creature takes your body over within the hour.

You can escape both types of mirrors if you cover them, do not look into them, or if someone breaks the thrall (by taking your attention away from the mirror or by physically removing you).

Matthias is often away from his hideaway, giving you valuable time to plot and tinker.

Killing him will involve:

Scouting the Whispering House. The Red Lady, a powerful sorceress, is unlikely to allow intruders to go where they please inside her home. But the ‘I’m just a poor wish maker, looking for the bathroom’ excuse is a time honoured classic!

Using Matthias’ severed limbs and organs to reduce his power: this can be done by destroying the parts. Fire will do the trick.

Setting down traps (tentacly or otherwise!) in Matthias’ quarters to detain him.

Creating an illusion or shapeshifting someone to look like Matthias’ daughter Cosette and distract him, when he returns.

Feeding Matthias a memory potion that will force him to remember his part in Cosette’s demise.

Killing him. Per RNG gods, Emilia gets the dubious honour of delivering the killing blow (most likely, with help from a special tool obtained from the Headless Dancer). Everyone else is still free to char, sting, entrap or force feed memories to Matthias!


Since several people might get involved, it’s probably logistically easier if you play out prep work or threads in groups of no more than 2-3 and assume other party members are around.

You can either NPC Matthias yourselves in your threads or ask for mod involvement.

Note: everyone who threads out any of the events of Matthias’ capture or demise can “inherit” some of his power over undeath once he is killed. Your character will then have to choose what they do with this power (keep, transfer or disperse it).

QUESTIONS

massrez: (VI)

[personal profile] massrez 2024-02-12 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Complicit, perhaps. But we don't know what brought them here, what keeps them here. It's rarely as simple a thing as victims and perpetrators.

[ His eyes follow to the staff, and he cannot bring himself to feel anger, even as the poison creeps through him. If anything? He feels pity. ]

Almost everyone is some combination of the two.
cosplayqueen: (so what can I do?)

[personal profile] cosplayqueen 2024-02-13 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Goose, we're leaving! [Because she isn't that desperate to prove how great she is. The cat looks annoyed but heads over anyway. Its job is to guard the child in its care, not win another battle. Kamala extends a pair of purple hands for Goose to jump into. She runs to Five's side once Goose is safely in her arms.] Blink us away!
cosplayqueen: (I can make us strong)

[personal profile] cosplayqueen 2024-02-13 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[This place is a nightmare. Kamala cannot shake the thought that she shouldn't be here. This is a place of suffering and death. She persists regardless. Whether she is a woman or a child, Kamala plans to advocate for Matthias' daughter. She thinks she is finally on the correct path here. Too bad there isn't a handy guide on how to accomplish her goal.]

I wish I didn't suck at mysteries. Punching people is so much easier than figuring out how to save a ghost.
rumorate: (132)

[personal profile] rumorate 2024-02-13 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
[She laughs, because the idea of anyone teaching Five manners at his late age is funny, even if she thinks they won't succeed.]

I think is at too late a stage in life for him to care much about manners.

[There's a pause before she tips her head to the side.]

Though I'm not sure if I'm returning, or if he is.
cosplayqueen: (I've been big and small)

[personal profile] cosplayqueen 2024-02-13 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
We've made a horrible mistake. [Kamala needs to get that out of the way. They should not have come here. They should have eaten a sensible meal in what passes for their home. They let their stomachs lead them to doom. Kamala is freaking out a lot.

She takes a deep breath and tries to pull it together. ]
Should I worry about halal buns when we're currently being poisoned? No, right?
silverneedles: (pic#14425367)

[personal profile] silverneedles 2024-02-13 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
In our world, yes. We haven't tested the poison here. [ Especially in this establishment. Demons and ghosts walk past their screen, casting shadows on the thin parchment, flickering in the light from the hanging lanterns.

A feast, they were promised, and now dumplings sit between them, glistening with carefully prepared sauce that runs down the skin of the dumpling. ]
We can give it time and leave it to chance that our golden cores will work. [ She lifts her head to look at him, the shadows likewise flickering over her face. It takes her a moment to focus, to remember how to shape her words and move her lips as she thinks. A hasty shake of the head, and then she remembers. ] You were powerful even before I died, and time did not diminish your power. [ She's seen him in action and felt the coursing of energy through his meridians. ]

But mine isn't as strong. And if I'm going to die here, then I should enjoy my final meal. [ That said, she plucks one of the dumplings from the plate, though she does hesitate before biting into it. ] I wonder what it means to die here.
silverneedles: (pic#14356097)

murder and hugs are a great combination

[personal profile] silverneedles 2024-02-13 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ With a matching grimace and wide eyes, Wen Qing plucks the menu out of her hands, and reads it over, noting the reviews. ] It looks like that was a cannibalistic rite. We won't need to eat the heart of a virgin. [ That sounds terrible. Her uncle probably did something like that when she wasn't looking.

She something on the menu that has a picture, unconcerned about what it is, or what it might do to them, but it looks like proper food. ]
This. [ It's better than dying, or eating the heart of someone. ] Though I'm not sure the waitress will listen to us, considering her nature. That tone did not promise good service.

[ Most likely, they'll have to take whatever the waitress brings out.

She is not leaving a good review for this establishment, even if it is one of the few places to have a proper meal. ]
reparo: (advanced potions)

[personal profile] reparo 2024-02-13 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Every single location they have been in recently has whiffed of apocalypse, so in all honesty it's possible that she's desensitised to the word by now. But she is not desensitised to someone feeling a compulsion to do something they would not do - the Huntress' voice still haunts sometimes.

So she frowns at Five.]
No - nope, denied. I see you trying to somehow assume another portion of blame for something that you were being compelled to do? I won't stand for it, Five. I will shake you again.

Besides, Anurr's not through yet, so I assume you were stopped?
reparo: (charms)

[personal profile] reparo 2024-02-13 12:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Good service might not be on the cards today, but prompt service is. The waitress returns, manages a feeble smile and all, and confirms that You will be wanting to eat, yes?

They point to the menu, and off the waitress goes. Hermione, sitting still but shivering with fever, finds the whole experience so overwhelmingly bizarre that all of a sudden, she laughs.

Poisoned in a restaurant to make sure they eat.

She laughs some more, shoulders shaking. Hands clamped to her mouth.]
This is so stupid...
reparo: (transfiguration)

[personal profile] reparo 2024-02-13 12:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Punching people does feel easier. [Take it from Hermione, who has bitchslapped enough pompous arseholes (well, Malfoy - but he counted for five back then!) to know that an outburst of livid outrage feels good when it's released.

She is walking relatively steadily on the deck, now.]
You don't suck at mysteries, Kamala. You're sharp and curious, and you've found out so much about this world yourself!
reparo: (aparecium)

[personal profile] reparo 2024-02-13 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fragments of reality come back to her, one at a time: it's raining, she's sobbing, her heart feels like it will burst out of her chest, someone buried her alive when she was asleep, her rage feels incandescent, and Wangji is there.

She holds back, through the dry coughs and the pathetic tears. No dignity, just clinging like a child - the kind of child she boasts not to be.

Belately, she realises as the blood rain starts to soak through white fabric within her line of sight, Lan Wangji doesn't like to be hugged.]


'm sorry - [She pulls back, sitting back against her heels, and brushes rainwater and tears off her cheek. The stupid rain, of all things, bothers her more - so without thinking on it too much, she summons a shield - it raises like a dome above their heads, protecting them from the rain and looking like they are in a dry bubble now.] Shouldn't have - ah - I shouldn't have - I got your clothes messy.
wifedup: (xlix.)

[personal profile] wifedup 2024-02-13 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
( There is something unsettling about the fact that Lan Wangji might have some understanding of Wen Kexing. It does not even matter that it comes from knowing someone else, no. In fact it somehow makes it worse. Wen Kexing's glib tongue has always been a weapon, even more so a shield. From even before he knew how to make himself sharp in physical affairs he always had that heat behind his words, that runaway desperation that ran circles around whomever he needed it to. His teeth snap shut, the click loud. )

Just -. ( A breath. ) Concentrate on not getting us shot down like ducks.

( He will have to return to where they kept him soon enough. They had taken his fan, and while he has others now, he wants that one. If it's been eaten by fire he might be cross. Still, there's time. A moment or two to gather his thoughts. Contrary to popular belief he is not infallible, they managed to get the drop on him simply because he has been overworked. )

Why were you there? Coincidence?
downswing: (a la carte)

[personal profile] downswing 2024-02-13 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)


( He stills, mouth comically expanded around a dumpling that should, by right, pass for cannon fodder. Chews with the dramatic slowness of a man attempting not to choke in the face of obvious enthusiasm.

This, then, is why the principles forbid speech whilst dining. This danger, right here, perfectly illustrated.

He swallows. )


You wish to linger here? To... assist locals? ( It would suit Allison's generosity — but Five? )

downswing: (j'adoube)

[personal profile] downswing 2024-02-13 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)


( He hesitates, mouth soft as he reaches for a dumpling, fattened and tender and appetizing, decisively swollen. His teeth graze its skin, dipping in, until teardrops of broth seep out in rounded trinkets.

Eat before you speak. Recall, always the principles. At times, watching Anduin as if he were a hawk, Lan Wangji suspects so many of the precepts were written to preserve the patience and appetite of he who heeds them. )


Only if men are shaped by their hurts. ( Earned, received, or inflicted. Defined by agony, wounds and torture. ) Do you think them so?

( Or perhaps can they rise above fear and pain? To represent interests? ) Are you?

downswing: (j'adoube)

[personal profile] downswing 2024-02-13 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)


( What does it mean, to die here? He stills, and he does not ask if she truly intends to celebrate the last of her meals here, if the vibrancy of the dishes comforts her or, blindingly opulent, reminds of Jinlintai and its perpetual, false exuberance.

These, the chopsticks Lan Wangji clenches tremulously now, would have been mother of pearl in Lanling. Their stands jade. The dumpling he catches between the soft roundness of his lips now would have been shy ostrich or brazen duck fed by a princess' hand. )


You did not die well. ( Back home, he needn't say, where the name of 'Wen' is to the mouths of honourable men as sour, painfully wrought venom. ) It was not cherished. Do not tempt death again, to see your nephew weep.

( ...and how would she know, petty-hearted and so often cruel, this auntie of Qishan? In the same way she knows the fit of her needles without testing which tool graces her hand, or the sour aftertaste of her overly steeped elixirs?

It is for women to know that which men would not. )

downswing: (theodora)

[personal profile] downswing 2024-02-13 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)


You did. ( He whispers, words bitten out and lost in a whirling wind, while his arm binds her, nets over her shoulder and draws her in — his sleeve no better than a sail, set to stretch taut and billowing, as the storm rises.

She did: has made waste of his robes, spared from indignity only by Lan Wangji's last dregs of self-preservation that bade him to retreat, minutely, and rest crouched on the balls of his feet. To keep his balance.

Before him, no better than a mole or a forest creature, Hermione appears — worse for wear, on the constant verge of suffocation. Likely still to cough out filth and dust, to spray pebbles and soot. )


Shall I carry you? ( She is so small, it strikes him. His children are always small and hurt and lost and feeble, and he loves them well. )

downswing: (shoot out)

[personal profile] downswing 2024-02-13 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)


( You may wish, he does not say, to speak to the men who possess the arrows.

But then, Wen Kexing never lent himself tot he practicalities of survival, and Lan Wangji languishes, briefly, in the arrested state between drifting and perfect suspension, balance safe, secure but slow.

He directs the sword, swerving, until the pointy ends of the incoming arrows are far too distant and low-flying to tickle their feet, let alone imperil their progress. He does not ask how Wen Kexing is navigating the challenge, gut-born or otherwise, of their travel. Better to distract. )


I wished to see the abductors. If they sought our kind or mere spirits for enslavement. What they knew in truth.

( ...then Wen Kexing arrived and, presumably, Lan Wangji got very bored. )

wifedup: (xx.)

[personal profile] wifedup 2024-02-13 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
( He is navigating it just fine, thank you very much. Which means he's just focusing on a straight line across Lan Wangji's shoulder and not looking down. )

Mm. Do you think that's why they took me? Enslavement. I wouldn't be very good at it.

( He's not going to pretend he wasn't captured, Lan Wangji has already seen proof enough of that, the same way he already knows a little too of the nauseous angry child he can be. He was there when the Ghost Valley Master haunted him, after all. Still, he can't be serious even now.

He also knows exactly why he was taken, but the more distance between himself and that the better.
)

Is that what you've been doing this whole time? Tackling slavers?

( Hopefully he never finds out Wen Kexing gave up Five. In his defence, he planned to return. )
downswing: (egalitarian)

[personal profile] downswing 2024-02-13 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)


( Easy, for the next steps of the flight, nearly smooth. Transitioning from hard escape to simple drift, with minimal obstruction. He tires: he knows so, irrevocably. Bichen carries him swiftly, but its exertion and that of the talisman remain.

No matter. For once, Wen Kexing's chatter serves a palatable distraction. )


It is our duty. ( No: Wen Kexing despises empty conviction, unwon fealty. He fails, as do juveniles and miscreants, to understand a need beyond his own. ) Our vocation.

( That which pulses and beats in his chest like a second, stormed heart. Cloud Recesses raised neither cowards nor soldiers — but priestly hermits, men of devotion. )

You have no love of the sects. Yet they serve purpose. Should defend honour.

starlingroad: (MCU - Don't like the sound of that)

[personal profile] starlingroad 2024-02-13 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, that's a familiar voice. America perks up when she hears it, then watches as Carol - the women she met over the network - rushes by. At least, she thought it was Carol, but they just rush past her as she tries to call out. ]

Hey, Car.... [ America watches, confused. ] That was rude.

You feeling all right? [ She starts to chase after her. Though, she isn't chasing after her, and just has no idea. Yet. Being this close to the face snatchers might hepl her get a close and personal experience. ]
starlingroad: (MCU - Concerned side-eye)

[personal profile] starlingroad 2024-02-13 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's a mistake. It's a giant mistake, and America knows it. That doesn't stop her stomach from grumbling at the sight of the food. ]

It's still really messed up to force people into this situation.

[ She swallows. ] But we just have to eat a little bit of this to prevent that. [ Easy, right? She still stops and looks at Kamala with an expression that cries, 'I'm going to regret asking because it's probably the best thing ever, BUT' ] What are halal buns?
stomacles: (07)

[personal profile] stomacles 2024-02-13 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry, too. [ He sounds hollow for a second. And he does hear what Allison says next, but - ]

Why can't we meet her when we go back? [ Because, okay, it might not work when he tries. And maybe he never will get to, but he wants to try. That badly. He's been thinking, too, about what it might take to get him back home, in a tangible form like the one he's in. ]

The art heist, though. [ There's a dark chuckle - Ben didn't have fun. ] I guess the rest of you looked like you had fun, at least. You.... [ He frowns, though it keeps some of his fondness. ] Did you tell her about my powers?
stomacles: (10)

[personal profile] stomacles 2024-02-13 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll help you." Sure, making possible murder plans with someone you barely know in a whole other world? Probably not the best, but it did agitate Ben these things kept happening to people. It was a bit cruel. Luckily, Nynaeve seemed okay, and still full of spirit.

Ben kept a hand on Nynaeve's arm, but with the other hand, reached out to attempt wiping the dirt from her eyes. That concern was short lived, though, as more dirt seemed to be piled on top of her. No, them. Some definitely hit Ben's head.

"Yeah, we need to get out of here. I think...it? They? Are trying to rebury you." At least, standing up, they would not be easy to put into the ground. Antsy, Ben stepped back and tried to guide Nynaeve with him.
weifinder: (seal | hear him cry boy)

[personal profile] weifinder 2024-02-13 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Five," he says, musing really, "If a gate can't stop him, then why is it stopping him?"

He raises an eyebrow, nodding his head toward the massive ghost who now seems to blearily focus on them both.

"There's this thing about barriers. No matter how you rage on the other side of one, you need a key to get past it. So why are you letting him make you into his key?"
weifinder: (ask | weighing on your mind)

lay me down on decks so weathered

[personal profile] weifinder 2024-02-13 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
( He grunts when he hits the floor inside the cabin first, his attempt to respond to her accusation of his bony nature cut off with an: )

Oomph!

( She is not, sadly, going to find him less bony for him being her landing pad, but it is perhaps kinder than the deck.

... Perhaps.
)

I've put on weight, ( is what he reasonably wheezes, having given up and decided to lay there until she finds her footing, and hope he doesn't end up harmed in the process ) I'm not so bony anymore!

( The cabin around them lit by a swaying lantern, threatening repeatedly to come off its hook and yet never quite making it. Papers and books and other non-bolted down pieces of decor are strewn across the whole space, with the window looking out slathered in reds. )

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