but he reaches out a little concerned when she tries to sit up and then when she follows it up with the are you like, okay, the casual sort of attitude he'd been trying to put on to not worry her instantly breaks down
and he just reaches over to try and forcibly hug her even though she's totally exhausted. you will endure this!!]
[this is actually way better, because beau is fucking emotionally stupid and thinks nobody care her, so like. him hugging the shit out of her actually surprises her.]
Hey. [she says, a little rougher, bringing her arms up to wrap around him as tightly as she can.] Yeah, man, we're both alive, it's good.
[the way this feels incredibly unreal at the moment is really hitting him!!
but there's a month and a half of grief and worry and pain and relief in that hug and he isn't really letting go anytime soon. so hopefully she actually realizes that, yeah, she's haunted him from around the corner of the room every moment he's been in this place.]
We are.
[...]
I was never going to leave without you. I couldn't. And I don't know how it worked, or whether it will stick or-- if tomorrow we don't get those fucking wishes and I'll just back to that hole in the ground, but I wasn't going to leave you here. Never.
[she doesn't seem to mind, at least. in fact, the longer he talks, the more she shifts to try and make it easier for him to just hold on, because she's getting that maybe he had... a really bad time.]
No, you're not. You're not going anywhere. [she says, firmly.] You're coming back with me, I'm bringing you with me and we're going to - if the wish doesn't work, we'll bring you back ourselves, asshole.
[she clings.]
We don't leave each other behind. [...] Whatever happens. You got me.
[He does start to feel a bit better the longer the hug goes on. just shifting so he can hug and also maybe flop down because he's exhausted in about a thousand different ways.]
I've already been threatened by a necromancer, so I think everything will be covered.
[It wasn't all bad? some of it was bad.]
I'm just-- I'm really glad you're back. I feel like we pulled some sort of trick off, I just don't know what it was yet.
[fine with her, considering she feels like her bones have been stolen. she flops with him, eyes closed.]
Okay, well, necromancer is your absolute last resort? [pls.] I don't exactly even know what you pulled off either. I feel... off.
Not dead or anything, I feel kind of like - you know the jelly monster things, gelatinous cubes? I feel like one of those, it's fucking weird. I'm tired.
She's a really good necromancer! And you better get used to her, she's coming with me. And her gir-- . . . girlfriend? I think? I don't know the exact romantic situation. Dead girl lives in her head. Hopefully the wish thing will fix that. You'll like them.
[Anyway.]
I think a monster was using your soul to power its evil sin dungeon, so I'd say that's probably why.
[god stop explaining this badly, molly.]
We, ah, have been powering it with all our indulging and such. But it wanted to eat dead people instead.
Oh those conversations are going to be insufferable ...
[wizard chats ...]
You've been powering the sex dungeon. Oh-- Jester was here too. Back before we were, by the way. Don't ask me how that timeline works, I've got no idea. She's okay now. Didn't even stop to say thank you.
[the rate of information he has had to absorb over the past eight weeks is like. astounding.]
Mm, so apparently, this place has been sucking souls for months and months and we're something of a do-over for it. Had a whole group of people here before that got suck for a few months and started murdering each other too, and we only started finding out about it a few weeks back. I ah-- Well. Yuri found her lollipop, and I had a bit of a breakdown about it, but like I said, she's fine now! Maybe should sit her down and have a chat with everyone about how not to accept creepy deals about wishes from now on?
[please don't tell her he flucked she'll die again]
I... guess it is? I mean other than the month and a half of murders? I'm assuming we're going to get to go home - fuck, I didn't help at all with any of this, did I.
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[He pauses and has to like. seriously think about the answer? feels like fucking years? putting his arms behind his head, tail swishing a bit.]
Mm. Month and a half? Thereabouts? Maybe a little less.
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Fuck - really? [out of instinct she tries to sit up, and then fails, and dies. metaphorically.]
Are you like, okay? [she gets some shit has gone down, considering. she is absolutely not thinking that he was that fucked up over her death.]
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but he reaches out a little concerned when she tries to sit up and then when she follows it up with the are you like, okay, the casual sort of attitude he'd been trying to put on to not worry her instantly breaks down
and he just reaches over to try and forcibly hug her even though she's totally exhausted. you will endure this!!]
Much much better now.
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Hey. [she says, a little rougher, bringing her arms up to wrap around him as tightly as she can.] Yeah, man, we're both alive, it's good.
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but there's a month and a half of grief and worry and pain and relief in that hug and he isn't really letting go anytime soon. so hopefully she actually realizes that, yeah, she's haunted him from around the corner of the room every moment he's been in this place.]
We are.
[...]
I was never going to leave without you. I couldn't. And I don't know how it worked, or whether it will stick or-- if tomorrow we don't get those fucking wishes and I'll just back to that hole in the ground, but I wasn't going to leave you here. Never.
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No, you're not. You're not going anywhere. [she says, firmly.] You're coming back with me, I'm bringing you with me and we're going to - if the wish doesn't work, we'll bring you back ourselves, asshole.
[she clings.]
We don't leave each other behind. [...] Whatever happens. You got me.
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I've already been threatened by a necromancer, so I think everything will be covered.
[It wasn't all bad? some of it was bad.]
I'm just-- I'm really glad you're back. I feel like we pulled some sort of trick off, I just don't know what it was yet.
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Okay, well, necromancer is your absolute last resort? [pls.] I don't exactly even know what you pulled off either. I feel... off.
Not dead or anything, I feel kind of like - you know the jelly monster things, gelatinous cubes? I feel like one of those, it's fucking weird. I'm tired.
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[Anyway.]
I think a monster was using your soul to power its evil sin dungeon, so I'd say that's probably why.
[god stop explaining this badly, molly.]
We, ah, have been powering it with all our indulging and such. But it wanted to eat dead people instead.
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Betcha Caleb will too.
[also.]
Fucking gross. Aw, man, I've been powering the sex dungeon? Molly! [D:<]
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[wizard chats ...]
You've been powering the sex dungeon. Oh-- Jester was here too. Back before we were, by the way. Don't ask me how that timeline works, I've got no idea. She's okay now. Didn't even stop to say thank you.
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-- What do you mean Jester was here? Before - what? [she didn't even know there were people here before them...]
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[the rate of information he has had to absorb over the past eight weeks is like. astounding.]
Mm, so apparently, this place has been sucking souls for months and months and we're something of a do-over for it. Had a whole group of people here before that got suck for a few months and started murdering each other too, and we only started finding out about it a few weeks back. I ah-- Well. Yuri found her lollipop, and I had a bit of a breakdown about it, but like I said, she's fine now! Maybe should sit her down and have a chat with everyone about how not to accept creepy deals about wishes from now on?
[what is wrong with literally all of the nein]
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... Wow. A fucking lot happened. [she's just dazed here but it's fine.]
I think. That's a good idea? [she maybe curls a little closer.] Maybe we should all probably stop accepting creepy deals.
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[let's start with never telling beau he flucked though.]
Agreed. Though - I hate to say it - this is working out for me now?
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I... guess it is? I mean other than the month and a half of murders? I'm assuming we're going to get to go home - fuck, I didn't help at all with any of this, did I.