#tim (nonplayer)

[rvdrabbles]

Characters: lucidChthonia, ventricularPipefitter, Tim (nonplayer), sweetMesikaemmen, tenaciousTheseus, overwroughtStenographer, gnosticGenuflection, mention: hollowGavel, alkalineTonic, numeralsApostate

Setting: #ultimatereward

Word count: 2,322

* lucidChthonia PMs ventricularPipefitter (Sometimes I wonder if the things she talks about are superstition, or reality. In a magical bildungsroman generator game, I suppose there isn't much difference, is there?)

[rvdrabbles]

Characters: lucidChthonia, Tim (nonplayer)

Setting: Session, Lucid's 11th

Word count: 1,297

He landed heavily, unzipping an armpit of his coat to rub at the skin beneath. He didn’t say That’s going to bruise, and he certainly didn’t say What the fuck were you thinking, running off into the woods at this time of year. What he said, instead, was: “I’m going to take my backpack off and look through it for the map.” He’d seen quite enough children with animal instincts intact, who would either spook easily or charge you. Or adults, for that matter. But she looked young, so he thought child.