#dimittere 01

[wolfofthewisps]

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"Ah...!" The smallest sound of surprise could be heard from the canopy above before a soft scraping of plastic along the lush ground of the Forest of Airaisal. The wind- or was it a pixie?- had carried the prop mask Whisper had been given from its resting place on her head, to drift down and land in front of a...VERY large man. Definitely taller than Eggman, and broadly built from head to toe rather than mostly across the middle. Single strangers didn't tend to get to her, but she had to pause at the sheer imposing figure of him.

Still, she needed to be swift- if he didn't notice, he might end up stepping on it! Replica or no, she didn't want to lose a representation of something so important to her. The wolf grabbed the branch she'd been perched upon, dropped down so she swung forward and released, landing expertly with a soft grunt before standing to speak up...as much as she could, at least. "...'Scuse me. I dropped that." She pointed to the imitation mask on the forest floor, its fox-shaped design merely appearing technologically-advanced rather than actually being anything more than plastic.

[reincarna]

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It seemed that she would be stuck in Haugst for longer than she anticipated. And, since this isn’t the Otherworld, she’ll have to do more than just avoid monsters to ensure her own survival. She needed food. 

She wishes that there was a map. In Silent Hill, she was always able to find a map she could take notes on. Even in that old chapel, she found one- like the Otherworld was guiding her and attacking her all at the same time.

... But this is the real world. And the real world has monsters.

Cheryl manages to find a kitchen- and she found a much larger figure already standing there.

“Stay back!”

She held her knife out in front of her as a warning, ready to slash at whatever monster was waiting for her. But, just as quickly, she lowered it. 

Monsters were mounds of loose flesh and dry blood haphazardly bound together by some devil. They were ugly, if they were graced with clothes they were tattered, felt like sandpaper, and smelled of mold.

This person wore elegant clothes- better than what Cheryl was wearing, at least. He seemed calm and put together... Nothing like a monster.

“You’re not... One of them. Not a monster, I mean.” Even so, she holds the knife tightly in her hand. All people are dangerous. “I’m sorry. I thought you were, for a second.”

[fangsmyth]

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it’s rare for lanque to be caught by the cherry blossoms this late at night. no matter what day of the week it is, he’d usually spend this time partying. but sometimes... his emotions just get too overwhelming. lanque has to write them down. ...not that he wants to be caught doing any of this sappy shit. who is he, mary poppins? 

ganon’s presence speaks for itself, and lanque is quick to put his moleskin journal away, but not quick enough for it to be impossible to notice. the book is exchanged for a flask, and he pretends like his chancing upon him at this point in the path is circumstantial. liquid courage prompts him to sit back, glancing over him with a smirk and a glint in his eyes. not usually his type, but life would be nothing without going a little off book. “ hey, baby. what brings you to this neck of the woods tonight? ”