#mirhan ic

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> You...You couldn’t turn a blind eye. Two subjuggulators, beating a fellow rustblood with their clubs. You...Didn’t save her, either. You shed blood in vain.

> One troll lies all but sliced in half. The other, nearly beheaded. You struck and killed them before they hardly realized what was happening. Their victim died of her wounds in your arms and now you stand over the three of them, your chest heaving as you try desperately to catch your breath. You don’t dare take off your mask, not when someone could have and still could witness this.

> Paranoia heightening your senses you hear a scuff down the street, a shoe on the pavement, and you whirl around- Instinctively holding your war machete at the ready. You haven’t seen a real battle in a long time, and yet...

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“Agh...”

> You tug the end of your cloak out from underneath the collapsed bear which had attacked you. You were very much hesitant to kill it, but it had you cornered, so it was you or it.

> Though not an it, or a he, you realize. A she. Two cubs come creeping out of the undergrowth, keeping low, wary of you, but curious of their mother.

“...Damnit.”

> You rub the back of your head, frustrated. No doubt, she attacked you so savagely to protect those cubs. If only you could’ve fled. You toss your sword aside, it’s covered in their mother’s blood and holding it won’t do you any favors.

> You slowly crouch, mimicking the comforting sounds nursing wild dogs made to their pups. Not the same animal by a long shot, but the only one you’re familiar with, as they were your own lusii. As you do, you retrieve some dried meat and berries from a satchel on your hip. The cubs hesitantly approach, sniffing you and their mother beside you. One accepts the dried meat, snatching it out of your hand and retreating to eat it.

> You hear a branch snap in the trees and whip your head around to look, your hand going instinctively to your sheath- Which is empty, as you tossed your sword into the underbrush. At least it’s hidden.

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> It isn’t often you wander this far into the city. The sights, the sounds, it’s a lot to take in. The sheer amount of substantial life packed into such a small stretch of land is a bit revitalizing, if you’re honest, so that almost balances out the rest. Almost.

> You came this far chasing some spark, something that told you to follow, something you wanted to meet...But it’s gone just as soon as it appeared, and you’re left searching the sea of life in this thronging street in vain.

> You’re getting some looks. You’re not too oddly dressed but the mask is certainly eye-catching. Also because you’re stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and have been standing there for a while, as you search using different senses than most others.

> Fortunately with your mask, they’ll forget what you look like soon after, and most don’t ponder someone like you for more than a few moments anyway.

> Suddenly you reach a decision and turn to a stranger who just happened to be brushing past you.

“Er, excuse me- You wouldn’t happen to know where the train station is, would you?”

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“Ah...Does anyone know when this heat wave is going to end..? I can’t check the weather report...”

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> You dodge and weave around a large dog-like lusus, which takes your movements as playing. The beast has gotten a hold of your unsheathed machete, and is swinging it around willy-nilly while you attempt to catch it or the blade before it decides to run off with it’s prize.

> You’d really rather not lose that weapon, you don’t have much to replace it and normal blades simply don’t compare.

“H-Hey, come on- Drop it- Seebih- Seebih, drop it! Suelta? Come on!”

> So much for having an affinity for dog lusii.

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Mirhan, do you have anyone you trust enough to not wear your mask around? Or is it safer to have it on almost all the time?

“The point of the mask is to avoid having anyone I trust enough to have it off, yes. It’s simply better for others to forget me.”

“I move too much and the Fleet is hovering over my shoulder, I do not want anyone to carry the burden of constantly worrying for my safety, or for themselves if the Fleet should find them.”

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“I’m getting old...I’m not as agile as I used to be.”

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“I forgot how quickly my hair gets long when I don’t cut it. I wonder if I should just let it grow out...”