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puzleguyismynewdad
It’s the one who he has always considered his dad. The one who had taken care of him for years. The one who–
“Daaaaaaaad.”
“Lancer!” his face is a picture of sheer panic as he rushes to kneel down and embrace him, face buried in Lancer’s shoulder. No way. No way this was happening, he had done his best, but without him, in the living world...
“W-what are you doing here?” he asks, all pretensions forgotten. “What happened? Are you alright?”
@puzleguyismynewdad
Rouxls turns when he feels a hand on the back of his shirt. At first he’s annoyed, who could be bothering him, but all his words die in his throat when he sees the face of the other.
“Lancer...?”
funambulistconflicted
Miasma mulled that over for a second or two before nodding firmly. The stranger was right. The kids didn’t need them freaking the hell out right now, they needed proof that everything was going to be okay. If they looked to their authority figures and found them losing hope, there would be nothing to keep them going.
Ugh, responsibility. A burden that had never particularly suited them well.
“You’re right,” they admitted. “We should…gather the other adults, maybe. Build a…council or something.”
“An excellent idea,” Rouxls rubbed the back of his neck. He had never been in charge of much that was important before, being the younger, less successful brother. But it wasn’t like he had a choice, responsibility was being hoist upon him either way.
“Where shall we meet? If you gather half the other adults, I shall gather the rest. Perhaps the Kozakura family will be especially interested, given the large amount of family they have here.”
@heathazetired
Rouxls approached him slowly, careful to make enough noise that hopefully the boy would notice him. He put a hand on the child’s shoulder, a concerned look on his face. Rouxls was completely ready to hug him if needs be.
“It’s... going to be okay,” he sighed. “Trust in me. We’re going to get out of this.” He had to believe so, for his own sake, and for those he cared about.
funambulistconflicted
Miasma didn’t feel when a hand was placed on their shoulder, and they startled a little bit when they heard the unfamiliar voice, sure that it was about to precede an attack. When it became clear that they were in no danger, they relaxed a bit and took a deep breath.
“For what? I mean, I’m all for doing something, but what even can we do, besides try to keep the kids out of danger as best we can?”
Rouxls sighed. Even he didn’t have all the answers. “There are more questions than answers, but if we put our heads together, I’m sure something will indeed come of it. ...And, more than anything, appearances are important.“
“Won’t it bring comfort to the children to know that we’re at least trying? They need a strong figure of authority and rules. If we just run around individually, things will slip through the net, and the consequences could be dire.”
funambulistconflicted
That’s…this is…
Since the beginning, Miasma had been uncomfortable with this afterlife being so full of children, and now it was obvious why. Although they couldn’t feel anything themself, they could picture all too easily the horrifying pain that girl must have been in. They were unable to tear their eyes away.
They’d seen horrible things before, but….not like this. Never like this.
They couldn’t even feel the bile rising in their throat, and for the first time, they sort of wished they could.
“This….this is too much…Jesus….”
There was much to do. Rouxls’ head was spinning- he didn’t want to see any more of this. He couldn’t.
He had to make up his mind. The adults, they had to rally together, he thought, to keep these children from further harm. He put a hand on her shoulder, “You’re Miasma, right?” his voice was different than usual. Deeper, less fluttering.
“We can’t just stand around like lemmings. We need to gather and form a plan.”
He’s... at a loss for words for once. Seeing that girl sent chills down his spine, the thought of being essentially written out of existence heavy on his mind. What could he do? He was powerless to control anything here- and that was as scary as not existing.
Rouxls starts to stumble away from the courtyard, not looking where he’s going at all, even when he bumps into people.
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“Worm! Wherefore art you intruding upon this most sacred of occasions, the midday meal?”
He has a tuna sandwich.
marinokakuusekai
hearing yet another ask what had happened was a bit disheartening, but… maybe that was a good thing ? she could confide in someone outside of the dan without worry of being ostracized – as surely this nice man had no ties to ayano . even if he did , he wouldn’t hold it against marry if she vented … right ?
but it’s not as if she can conventionally speak . she did sneak haruka’s sketchbook and pencil into her backpack just in case , but there’s no chance to grab it before she’s led towards his cabin . was this smart to go along without question ? probably not , but he was sweet enough and she’s too trusting for her own good in what’s quite literally a game of life or death .
there’s an excited nod at the prospect of tea and a beaming smile – it’s a silent “thank you” while she hugs the box of cookies to her chest. it could be like a little tea party… ! continued . / @speakhellpuzzle
Rouxls guided her into his cabin, already a bit of a mess with strange knick knacks that would be trash to anybody but Rouxls. (A jar of worms stands out in particular.)
“Dost thou prefer earl grey or the most green tea?” he asked, flitting about the attached kitchen. Rouxls would drink either with milk, he didn’t care. Occasionally he shot a concerned glance her way. Who had done such a thing to the child?
He set the kettle on and pulled out two slightly chipped mugs. “Or hot chocolate, if you’re so inclined.”
the plus side of this place is when she needs to be alone, there's plenty of places to escape to. the downside is that theres so many people its inevitable to bump into some, but at least it wasn't any of the dan. shes keeping her gaze down regardless because of the bandage on her cheek and gripping her lamb backpack a little tighter, but after feeling awkward and a bit rude shes digging through it. would he like some panda cookies?? she cant speak and thus cant converse, but,
“Deare worm…” Rouxls held a hand up to his cheek, looking at her bandage. His eyes narrowed. He knew exactly what had happened, having treated this kind of injury plenty of times. He sighed. “What did occur to you?”
He put a hand around her shoulders and started to guide her towards his cabin. She looked like she could use a break, he thought. And what better break than listening to Rouxls Kaard? “Thy must sitteth for midday tea! I do insiste! I hath acquired writing implements most fine!”
Hark! For everybody’s favorite Rouxls Kaard has arrived! (Starter call)