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[redlichbluelich]

-to go and get your hands dirty?

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Barry crouches over his body, where it lies in the aftermath of too-close combat, dead alongside his fallen killer. He tugs the ribbon from his wrist and ties it across his shadowy left hand, then scoops the Light up. With his right hand, he grabs his dagger, and then he’s off.

He clutches the Light of Creation as he runs, chest aching as though it contained lungs. Yet at the same time, he’s sure he could run forever, holding the tool that built the world. He wants to use it so bad, to tear a hole in the fabric of this city and grab his loved ones and go home.

His form is composed entirely of his soul and magic, now. It’s harder to resist the Light without that barrier of flesh and bone between it and his thoughts. He really needs to reach the Isles.

The Hunger makes it difficult, as he zags between columns slamming down and slashes through monsters. It keeps increasing its forces, but he was already close-- and once he reaches the path up towards the sky, he knows he’s going to make it. He throws the next wave back with a blast of lightning, his capacity for spells returning slowly.

The second he feels light enough to fly, he jumps. Lucretia’s easy to find, even without a spell to divine her location. The hordes of dark things, whether winged or shooting at him from the ground, increases more and more as he approaches. Thank the gods she’s the one with the Abjuration specialty, huh?

“Lucretia!” He shouts when he comes in range, and echoes his voice with a Message to be sure he’s heard. “Are you ready?”

“Trade you.” He dives forward to thrust the Light into her hands before he can think of one more way to try and rebuild the Starblaster out of scraps. Then in exchange, he throws a ring of lightning around them like a fence, so she can focus on the new spell instead of self defense.

“I’ll keep ‘em back so you can get a clear shot. Tell me what else you need!”

[perihelionpilot]

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There’s a strange gradient that Perihelion has been observing, between humans fully locked into the slightly unnatural, mechanical movements their “optimized tools” guide them into, and those who seem to move more with a predefined knowledge. The android itself has been using an optimized pen to repeatedly, confusedly draw portraits of people it knows, and recreate stills from Worldhoppers, and it still can’t pick up any feed activity from this pen that would be able to read that data from within its own head.

“I would understand reading data from only bots, but I don’t see how these tools work for reading human intent so precisely,” it says to a human who’s been making her own artwork nearby.

“What are you illustrating?”

[fuujinyumi-archived]

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[courageousguise]

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Ah, this lady. Link recognized her a little- he’d seen her once a while ago, but also noticed her hanging around those other people that Kay hung out with sometimes.

‘Are you doing okay? This crystal stuff seems dangerous, but I haven’t seen it hurting people yet. Still... nothing I own can do anything about it. It’s weird.’ Not even the strength of a goron had been enough to shatter it, and his punches could break solid rock. He didn’t like not knowing what was going on- but that was unfortunately commonplace in this city. ‘Are you trying to get anywhere? My house isn’t the best spot right now, so I’ve been in the city..’

[beyond-use]

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“Yes, that’s me,” Rung replies with some surprise. This woman has addressed him by name-- or a close enough approximation to it that Rung can barely register any difference-- and he’s almost too taken aback to offer a friendly smile in return.

Being remembered is a feat in and of itself, but what makes this particular case so surprising is the fact that Rung does not remember her. Not well, anyway. He’s pretty sure they lived in the same building at one point, but it’s just him there now, and they never did get to talking...

The woman seemed mostly to keep to herself and her own room at the start, and Rung had been too busy with the clinic to spend much time in the cramped quarters of his home; they’ve barely seen each other before, much less had a proper conversation. How she’s managed to remember his name when it slips so easily from the minds of proper acquaintances is beyond him.

Thoroughly intrigued, Rung finally remembers his manners and offers his hand and a polite nod.

“I apologize, I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced. Is there something I can do for you, Mx....?”

[capnport]

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...Well.

Out of anyone he could encounter here, seeing someone from the crew is a good thing. That said, out of anyone on the crew, this is the last person he wants to see or deal with or even think about. But here she is, and an interaction is necessary to get what information he can.

Regardless of his feelings, it seems unlikely that this entire surreal scenario is her fault. And he certainly doesn’t want to get anywhere near the fury swirling inside him at the sight of her, so he’s cold instead.

“Lucretia.” His ears twitch, a display of feeling he might not have minded her seeing eleven years ago, but now he’s furious at what a decade has done to his well-trained self control.

“Where is the ship?”

[ombraventi]

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“Hmm? What’s that?” Vaati was speaking to a keese who he’d summoned on a whim, the monster having been simply relaxing nearby- but it had flown rather quickly over to him for some reason, the mage looking up to see a person drawing near. Whether she was planning on starting a fight or just curious about the monstrous bat he didn’t know or care, but he certainly would give her his best glare.

“And what do you want?”

[strigistricken]

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"...she's gonna do some things that'll upset you, but hey, what are sisters for?  Lily's still family, even if she never gets that stick outta there, if you know what I mean."  Whoever Eda was talking to, they gave a mischievous, snorting laugh before she continued.

"Speaking of family...keep yourself open to more of that from the outside.  Cause some of the people you meet are gonna change your life forever.  And you could be...taken from them before you know it."  Even from behind, the sagging of her posture was obvious.  "Just make sure you-"

A soft footstep in the snow got her posture to jerk up and spin around.  "Oh! Hey, ah...fancy meeting you here."  This was the lady she'd gone trick-or-treating to.  Their conversation had been cut a bit short that time, but now the Forest of Airaisal had brought them back together...maybe her curiosity was piqued by the interesting attraction this place offered too.

Now with her head turned, Eda's conversational partner was revealed- a girl who looked to be in her early teens, wearing a gray tunic over yellow sleeves and leggings. She also wore a dark gray cowl with the hood pulled back, though it would've done little to contain the wild mane of red hair that fell down her back.