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EVENT & TDM 016
A CREEPING FURY SETTING IN
WAKE UP
You don’t recall how you got here. Hell, you’re barely sure “why” you’re here in the first place. But the fact is, by the time you come to your senses, you’re already standing in line out in front of a tent with a big sign on it: FREE STUFF! FIRST COME FIRST SERVE!
Others who have been here longer are aware of you, of course. They watched you ambling around on autopilot for two hours before the sign went up, and then you suddenly hopped into the queue (and maybe even cut in line! the horror!) before the brain fog cleared. Where are you? Why are you in line? Do you even want free stuff? All of these questions can only be answered when you see what the free stuff is.
…it’s random junk. Random magical junk, mind, but when a woman made of solid shadows hands you a wand that apparently summons a small amount of pigeons “per day, until it breaks”, you take it. Or, perhaps, the item was a crystal ball that only shows you made-up scenes from a book. Or it’s a hand-fan that blows only warm air, or a pen that writes all of your letters backwards despite the fact you yourself aren’t doing that… anything quirky and stupid is within the realm of possibility, and Ydalir is trying so hard to get rid of her failed magical experiments. Please. Please take these. Her tent is overstocked and she needs to start anew.
And to those of you who are new here, she’ll offer a friendly greeting and wave, and ask you how your head is feeling after that strange wandering session earlier. Don’t feel pressured to answer; the line needs to keep moving, after all.
Others who have been here longer are aware of you, of course. They watched you ambling around on autopilot for two hours before the sign went up, and then you suddenly hopped into the queue (and maybe even cut in line! the horror!) before the brain fog cleared. Where are you? Why are you in line? Do you even want free stuff? All of these questions can only be answered when you see what the free stuff is.
…it’s random junk. Random magical junk, mind, but when a woman made of solid shadows hands you a wand that apparently summons a small amount of pigeons “per day, until it breaks”, you take it. Or, perhaps, the item was a crystal ball that only shows you made-up scenes from a book. Or it’s a hand-fan that blows only warm air, or a pen that writes all of your letters backwards despite the fact you yourself aren’t doing that… anything quirky and stupid is within the realm of possibility, and Ydalir is trying so hard to get rid of her failed magical experiments. Please. Please take these. Her tent is overstocked and she needs to start anew.
And to those of you who are new here, she’ll offer a friendly greeting and wave, and ask you how your head is feeling after that strange wandering session earlier. Don’t feel pressured to answer; the line needs to keep moving, after all.
HOUNDS ON YOUR HEELS
At some point as the summer fades into autumn, something in the air changes. The surrounding woods and its foggy walls have felt tenser than usual, like something is waiting for you to slip and fall into jaws just waiting to snap shut around your flesh — but nothing happens. Not initially, at least. But keen eyes will soon see a plethora of fairies, long sleeves dangling over razor-sharp claws like a praying mantis’s arms, hair tied back in loose buns, all wearing masks with a single watchful eye painted upon them. As your gazes meet, they giggle and disperse.
And then there are more. And as more gather, watching the paths you take, the houses and buildings erected, the way you move through the gardens, they begin to screech like cicadas. Like alarms.
It could be the lumbering, moss-covered frog that leaps towards you from the lake, large enough to match a car. It could be the wood and stone-crusted bear, spears and arrows collected in its haunches like decoration and not the injuries they clearly are, standing taller than anything you’ve ever seen. It could be the long, winding dragon with lichen dripping off of it, coiling through the trees. Regardless, the fairies are calling to your location and one of them is going to answer.
They chase with an almost single-minded perseverance, with claws and sticky tongues and fangs — stealth is the key, so long as the fairies don’t rat you out again. Though they can be fought, they cannot die in a way that matters — just as easily as flesh tears, it will stitch itself back together and hold a grudge.
Every broken twig is a signal to your location. Every brush of wind in the trees and the grass could be the monsters stalking after you.
It’s time to play: Hide and Seek.
And then there are more. And as more gather, watching the paths you take, the houses and buildings erected, the way you move through the gardens, they begin to screech like cicadas. Like alarms.
It could be the lumbering, moss-covered frog that leaps towards you from the lake, large enough to match a car. It could be the wood and stone-crusted bear, spears and arrows collected in its haunches like decoration and not the injuries they clearly are, standing taller than anything you’ve ever seen. It could be the long, winding dragon with lichen dripping off of it, coiling through the trees. Regardless, the fairies are calling to your location and one of them is going to answer.
They chase with an almost single-minded perseverance, with claws and sticky tongues and fangs — stealth is the key, so long as the fairies don’t rat you out again. Though they can be fought, they cannot die in a way that matters — just as easily as flesh tears, it will stitch itself back together and hold a grudge.
Every broken twig is a signal to your location. Every brush of wind in the trees and the grass could be the monsters stalking after you.
It’s time to play: Hide and Seek.
‘TIL THERE’S NOTHING LEFT
cw: supernatural parasitism & energy/life-force draining
… And where do those captured go, when all is said and done? None of the Seekers actually kill them after all — they may carry their unfortunate victims within their mouths if they are large enough to do so, but as soon as one is captured, they leave.
Though it’s risky to try and track them through the woods, those who try or stay awake during their capture will find themselves taken down a winding path in the fog. One can also bribe a fairy or two to help — or at least not rat you out. A shiny object or food — berries, honey, the fresh-killed heart of that songbird on the branch, all work fine to win its favor for a time. Eventually, they’ll find themselves up a path to a gargantuan tree covered in glowing boils — it’s something that manages to dwarf even the whale-sized moose that may wander by wordlessly, impassive to your plights as moose are wont to do.
Sickly motes of light waft through the air and gently-glowing flowers bloom all around the land, moss glistens against the bark and dirt and perhaps if this place was not so warped by evil, it could have been beautiful once. Coiled around the tree is a vine where the captured are tied to, and they will feel…
Tired. Compliant. Don’t you wish to sleep? The tree needs you. Don’t struggle. Don’t resist. Sleep, and dream no more…
Keen eyes will see the skeletons of former victims further up the vines. As the tree feeds on its captives’ life force, fairies and the Seekers stand guard, only going out to fetch more victims. Do you make the attempt? Or will you come back with reinforcements?
… And where do those captured go, when all is said and done? None of the Seekers actually kill them after all — they may carry their unfortunate victims within their mouths if they are large enough to do so, but as soon as one is captured, they leave.
Though it’s risky to try and track them through the woods, those who try or stay awake during their capture will find themselves taken down a winding path in the fog. One can also bribe a fairy or two to help — or at least not rat you out. A shiny object or food — berries, honey, the fresh-killed heart of that songbird on the branch, all work fine to win its favor for a time. Eventually, they’ll find themselves up a path to a gargantuan tree covered in glowing boils — it’s something that manages to dwarf even the whale-sized moose that may wander by wordlessly, impassive to your plights as moose are wont to do.
Sickly motes of light waft through the air and gently-glowing flowers bloom all around the land, moss glistens against the bark and dirt and perhaps if this place was not so warped by evil, it could have been beautiful once. Coiled around the tree is a vine where the captured are tied to, and they will feel…
Tired. Compliant. Don’t you wish to sleep? The tree needs you. Don’t struggle. Don’t resist. Sleep, and dream no more…
Keen eyes will see the skeletons of former victims further up the vines. As the tree feeds on its captives’ life force, fairies and the Seekers stand guard, only going out to fetch more victims. Do you make the attempt? Or will you come back with reinforcements?
DON’T LOOK BACK
… But regardless of the hostility from the forest, the game must come to an end eventually. And in return for surviving, upon whatever throne he sits upon, the Black Sun offers the world a bit of power as the victims recover — those who perish to the monsters will awaken within their beds, unable to remember anything for a total 24 hours and with floral growths blooming around their scars — but after the initial panic, those who can will confirm that there is no Corruption in these wounds. They may fade, or they may not. Those who survive the month will only carry whatever injuries and weariness they gained over time.
Come morning light, the area of the river will give off a bright glow. Investigation will yield a lot of pain in the eyes, like looking directly at the sun, but eventually it dies down and residents of the Grove can properly have a look at the river again. Those that do may find themselves pleasantly surprised. While clouds shield the skies most of the time, over the river there is a gentle, warm sunlight and blue skies. The abundance of riverside foliage has grown, with new species available for those who can recognize such things — and the water, crisp and clearer than ever, holds more types of fish and amphibians as well. Besides the apple tree — Sinann’s gift for freedom long ago, and Moder’s blackberry bush — new is fruit available. The apple tree is flanked by a peach tree and an orange tree, while the other side of the riverbank houses… …A durian tree.
Some Guardians are grateful. Callan is Callan.
Perhaps best of all though is that Sinann itself has grown in size and in power: in fact, as you approach, it floats above the water to give a greeting.
“Thank you once more for your help.”
Come morning light, the area of the river will give off a bright glow. Investigation will yield a lot of pain in the eyes, like looking directly at the sun, but eventually it dies down and residents of the Grove can properly have a look at the river again. Those that do may find themselves pleasantly surprised. While clouds shield the skies most of the time, over the river there is a gentle, warm sunlight and blue skies. The abundance of riverside foliage has grown, with new species available for those who can recognize such things — and the water, crisp and clearer than ever, holds more types of fish and amphibians as well. Besides the apple tree — Sinann’s gift for freedom long ago, and Moder’s blackberry bush — new is fruit available. The apple tree is flanked by a peach tree and an orange tree, while the other side of the riverbank houses… …A durian tree.
Some Guardians are grateful. Callan is Callan.
Perhaps best of all though is that Sinann itself has grown in size and in power: in fact, as you approach, it floats above the water to give a greeting.
“Thank you once more for your help.”
SPARK NOTES
CLICK TO EXPAND!
WAKE UP
Welcome to Aldric's Grove! New and old residents alike are being gifted free, joke magic items from Ydalir's tent while she does her autumn cleaning. Please take these, she's desperate.
HOUNDS ON YOUR HEELS
Little insect-faeries watch your every move. Suddenly, from the barrier, you're being attacked by various monsters trying to capture you and drag you off. Better run. Better hide.
‘TIL THERE’S NOTHING LEFT
If you're caught, you'll be dragged to become food for a large tree that drains your life force directly. If you aren't rescued in time, you'll die slowly and peacefully.
DON’T LOOK BACK
Those of you who die will come back the next day with temporary amnesia lasting 24 hours. It'll clear up after, and all of your memories will come back as if with magic. But, in the end, you've won the game, and that means ample rewards: More fruit trees, and the River Guardian growing more powerful after all this time.
OOC
Welcome to September's TDM! Reminder that all TDMs are game canon. OOC Plotting Lives Here if you'd like to plot anything out! We have several toplevel comments below for randomizing any result you want this month, including the magic items from Ydalir if you're having a hard time making something up.
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--Oop! Loop suddenly turns, eyes curving and he jumps a little as if he just got caught staring. But he looks just a bit more relieved at the reply. It.. sounds like they're fine but. ] Ha ha.. no no, I get it! Gets the blood going, body pumping. And that was a pretty big one at that, so definitely pretty stressful!!
[ Hahaha... crab, don't step in it, Isa. But now the attention is turned on him and he straightens again, blinking a few. He grins then, a raising fist coming up to tap against his own chest. ] Yup! I'm alright!
[ Annnd promptly winces from the sharp pain the contact makes. Ow ow ow. Okay, sheepish now, rubbing at the back of his head now. ] I mean, I'm a bit bruised up, but nothing too serious!
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Don't push yourself too hard, Fighter. Did you get lost, or are you looking for someone?
[They turn around as they ask, trying to figure out which direction they came from... they can't be too far from the Grove. Best to take him back to civilization, but if he was chasing after one of the other party members...]
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[ Ah, there it is again. "Fighter." It's only a bit strange to hear, not being used to it as he is. With his friendly demeanor and easy to introduce. He almost points it out but is quickly distracted by the way they look around and waves a hand in a small gesture. In a moment then. ] Not exactly?
Part of it was exploring, another part seeing if anyone needed help but... I did hear from Sif that you were around! So I guess I got lucky? [ Given how curious he is of them. Wanted to properly pass on his thanks. Maybe an opportunity to get to know them more too?? But, one step at a time, Isa. ] We didn't really get to do proper introductions, did we? What with the time crunch and all hahaha.. but. You can just call me Isabeau!
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[There's a slight laugh to their voice, a hint of bitter melancholy seeping through... if they just came out and said it now, would he believe them? Would he at least turn them down gently? They step through a familiar bush, branches snapped and battered to match the length of their stride. They keep their eyes low to search for more footprints. Don't think about the other thing, it'll just make them upset.]
We shouldn't linger, the monsters in here don't always stay dead. Exploring the forest is a bad idea on a good day, so don't wander off on your own next time, okay? The Grove should be this way.
[They continue retracing their steps, expecting him to follow.]
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[ Isabeau promptly freezes, face completely blank until it flushes and he gaps like a fish gasping for breath until he starts to laugh and rub at the back of his head and promptly. Look away. OH, CHANGE, THAT'S... ] Sorry!! I never saw you there before so, I had no... I mean, I think I did remember the tree feeling a bit off but...
[ It isn't like he tied it to a mysterious star person being at the Favor Tree of all things. Oh crab, what did they see?? Did they see him fumbling to think of a wish before his talk with Siffrin or? The more he thinks about it, the worst it starts to become, does saying "I'm sorry" even suffice anymore?? In a hush whisper: ] I'm so sorry.
[ As Loop begins to move, Isabeau does follow quickly along at least. Listening to the explanation and managing to calm down enough before he talks again. ] They don't? So they.. just revive while in here? [ Huh... ] R-Right, I'll keep that in mind for next time. Um. Thanks, Loop.
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He's kind of fun to tease. They never really got to experience that much, since they never realized it until... well. Until it was too late. Sad. They steal a glance back, catching that embarrassed look on his face... maybe it wouldn't hurt to rub it in a little. They had to suffer through it, so he should have to suffer a little, too.
They sharpen their smile, hand over their non-mouth as they pull off their very best Isabeau impression—]
Oh Sif, I'll always be at your side, whether in battle or in bed~
[... and then they face forward again and continue walking like nothing happened!! cry for them, jerd.]
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..Before he promptly looks confused, expression pinching a little and tilting his head. As if trying to search through his memory of recent past events but...? Hmm? ]
...I don't actually remember saying that?
[ Is he being teased here? He's probably getting teased here. ]
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[They assume, since he knows Loop, that he knows everything else already. That seems to be what Siffrin was implying, anyway. They broke the stupid time loop, so now everyone knows about it, probably! But if he doesn't, that's also fine. They can be cryptic and confusing about it and maybe that will also make them feel better.
They jump over a patch of thorny bushes, spinning on their foot as they land to walk backwards a few steps. One hand resting over the star on their chest, the other held out for ☆dramatics☆]
And I like the way your face looks when you eat your favourite foods, and I want to know more about you, talk with you more, laugh with you more, and... and I...!
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He watches as they jump over, carefully moving about it, looking to their path until he glances up at that overly dramatic flare and nearly trips on his own feet. Because. UH. WOW. OKAY, WELL, UM. He was NOT expecting all of... that!!! His face burns with warmth, stuttering a bit and almost ducking his head away and maybe he would have been making a sudden embarrassed fool of himself if those words didn't just... ]
...Haah, it's.. pretty weird, hearing it. As if someone is in my head?
[ He... isn't sure how to feel about it. It starts to bubble some of those insecurities that he tries to keep buried. Of course he feels that way still, even now about Siffrin, but at the thought of sharing those feelings... a part of him likely would want to add, "and I hope you can like the real me." That he can get to know the real him in turn and...
A small breath, before Isabeau manages one of his best smiles, laughing it off. Best to not let it bother him, don't think about it. Even now, he's a coward. Just smile. ] Guess you really have seen a lot!
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They turn to face forward again, kicking through another bush along their path. It's no fun if he won't play along. It just makes them feel more bitter about it all.]
Seen a lot, heard a lot... my little stardust tells me everything, you know. So many dazzling, starlit nights, and not once did you manage to spit it out! It's no wonder he stopped humouring your little "confessions".
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But he doesn't want to go through beating himself up again. Once was enough already, things he knows about himself and already said to his face. He knows, he knows. Even if part of him is really curious as to what "everything" refers to. Is it some things that Siffrin feels like he can't tell Isabeau? ]
It isn't as if I blame him for stopping. I'm sure it was driving him crazy to hear me going like a broken record. [ Stepping around some more bushes, he watches them and. ] But, that was in the loops, and I still plan to change so... You don't have anything to worry about, Loop.
[ Maybe worried isn't the right word for it. Maybe there's some other reason for their reason on bringing this all up. Or, maybe they're just concerned for Siffrin? It's hard to say, when he doesn't really know them but. Isabeau has already made plans to change to be better, and he intends to follow up on it. ]
cw: suicide mention
They're seething under their skin. They push through another patch of thick foliage, and if a branch snaps back and hits the Fighter, well, accidents happen!
There's a small clearing ahead. Not out of the woods yet, but getting closer. They pause here, looking over the bent and slashed trees, a couple sliced completely in half by something huge and sharp... yeah, this is their path alright. They bend down to pick a knife out of the grass, white like bone and chipped from heavy use.]
Oh my, I hope not! [twirling the knife!!! fidget toy (dangerous)] If you broke his little heart now, I don't think he'd be able to handle it. He's killed himself for lesser reasons before! And dying is so much more annoying here, so I'd really rather he didn't. Do try to be better, Fighter~
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He slows a little at the clearing, taking in the surrounding damage. Probably where the encounter with the creature began? There's a brief curious glance as he catches sight of the knife. The twirl and obvious handle telling him enough they're clearly handy with it. Huh.
And then suddenly, the conversation takes a chilling turn. The mention of breaking his heart - there's no way Isabeau could do that. Not intentionally, he wouldn't even dream of it. If he could, he would give everything to Siffrin. But those thoughts aren't humored for long. ]
H-He... w-what?
[ It's without a doubt that whatever Siffrin went through was extremely hard on him. Had to be, with how he... lashed out, said those things to them earlier that day. But Isabeau didn't yet know the full extent of it, did he? Truly oblivious of the exact depth and turmoil they had gone through. Haven't had the opportunity to really try and talk about it. Part of him wanting to give Siffrin a bit of space, to feel comfortable and ready to talk about.
And yet Loop just mentions it so.. casually. The cold sickly fear that churns in his stomach practically has him freezing, stumbling through words and trying to process it all. ]
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[Spoken just as casually, like they're simply talking about the weather! It's almost laughable, that Siffrin would talk about telling his family everything when he clearly skipped a few important details. They turn to sneer at the Fighter, and
they falter, stopping, nearly dropping the knife.
He looks... horrified.
If their own looping still worked the same, they probably would, right now.
... but they don't have that option, so. They turn away again, hiding the guilt that falls over their own expression. They can only move forward, cutting loose a few thin branches that still block the path ahead.
They're quiet, for a long moment.]
Sorry. I thought... It's not my place to say. [stardust is going to be furious if he finds out they said that, stars—]
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What can he do? He should.. talk to Siffrin. But also keep an eye on him because if it's true, then all the reason to make sure none of that happens again. The fact it's "again" has him taking in a shaky breath. Okay. Okay. Come on. Get it together, Isabeau.
He barely registers the sound of something snipping, cutting before them, the sound of footsteps leading away. He shakes himself out of his horrified stupor, but the fear coils tightly in his chest as he pushes on to just move. To follow. Guilt settling. There's no way he would have been able to do anything during the loops, but he.. can try to do something now. (...) ]
..N-No, it's.. [ It's what? It's fine??? It's far from fine to hear that someone he cares about, someone he loves, felt themselves backed up into a corner - pushed to the point to do that to themselves. It's crabbing awful, and yeah maybe he is feeling a bit mad that Loop would mention it like that but he... he was able to learn of it because of them. And that at least means he can do his best to watch out for it. To help him, so.. a hand raises to rub at his own face. When he speaks again, his voice is quiet. ] ..I'll keep an eye on him.
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But what if it is? What if their spiteful words just ruined everything Siffrin held dear? What if Isa can't look at him the same anymore?
They can be as bitter as they want, but if Siffrin isn't deserving of love... what chance does Loop have?
They hack through another branch, slowing to a stop. They... need a moment to breathe, again. Stop thinking so much.]
... How much did he tell you? [They've been avoiding the topic. Apparently, they were the one who explained some of it... but they don't remember any of that, so they have no idea. Was it just the essentials? None of the dying, apparently, and nothing about Loop, but what else got left out? Does he know about the Island, Wish Craft, any of the hundreds of little things that could send Siffrin spiralling?]
!! ISAT SPOILERS AHOY !!
...Right. "Loop seems to be missing some things." Where should he start? Maybe, from... ]
When you told us about the time loops, how Sif was stuck in them, it was a bit to wrap our heads around. But it all clicked when Sif tried to fight back. Based on how he had reacted earlier, the things they said to us, important little tidbits that all things considered he shouldn't have known.
But it was you actually, Loop. By mentioning how Time Craft you'd need a lot of power for. To be able to loop in time. Which came up with Wish Craft. You told us how you were both looking into what everyone wished for, and that Sif thought everyone's wish was what was trapping him there. But.. that wasn't right. It had to have been centered on Sif, it had to do with whatever Sif wished for. So we figured out that, if we could find out what Sif wished for, it would be the key we needed to free him.
[ A breath out, finding himself stabilize, calm down a bit more to have something to focus on. To talk about. Even if that constant reminder stabs in the back of his mind. ]
He told us what his wish was. And... that's it. We didn't yet really dive too much into the loops than that. What exactly he fully went through outside the concept of time looping. [ That Siffrin almost broke the world just to stay with them! A bit quieter, a flick of guilt. ] I knew it had to have been a lot on him, so I didn't want to force him to talk about it right away. I just thought.. a talk like that could wait until he was ready to talk about it.
🚨 ISAT spoilers will continue until morale improves 🚨
They can't help but feel detached from what's supposedly their own actions, and it's not a great feeling. Haven't they been detached from enough of themselves already? Can't they at least be Loop in peace?
They still haven't tried to explain their missing memory, but... it would be weird. The Fighter would think they're weird. So they won't! And they're not going to think about the wish they both made, either, so]
So he's a hypocrite! [Yeah, that part is easier to focus on. The fake smile fits back on easily enough, hand over their non-mouth.] Stardust, you little cheater~ He really did make me do all the hard work! I'm supposed to be helping him, not all of you. [and he wants Loop to talk to their party again, when he can't even talk about the loops?? The gall! The audacity!
They turn back to the path ahead, checking for lurking monsters before continuing onward—they really shouldn't be stopping like this, they could get attacked again... almost there.]
He won't want to talk about it, but he'll feel better once he does. Imagine, being so afraid to tell your friends what you've been through because they might stop liking you for it~ [sounds so silly, when it's not about them. too bad their situation is totally different and worse tho.]
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[ But Loop made themselves known, right? They didn't have to show themselves to them unless they wanted to help Siffrin. And for a moment he almost mentions as much but, Loop hasn't directly mentioned their own lack of memory and it wouldn't be right to just step into that.
At this point in time, they're still pretty much strangers. Even if he'd like to know more. Ask more. However, his head is a bit too busy with everything else, and it's probably not the best time for it anyways. Returning back to their path with a quick glance around. Need to keep moving than be sitting ducks here. ]
We would never stop liking him! He's family, each and every one of us loves him. [ That's just a given fact. Still, he shakes his head, arms crossing with a hand gripping tight. ] But it isn't as if that's an invalid fear to have either. He said.. he had nowhere to go back to. The idea of being alone... it's a horrible feeling to have. Of course he'll be afraid.
[ After all, Isabeau grew up feeling a kind of loneliness before he Changed. A loneliness he would never want to go back to. Which is precisely why... ] Nothing he says or has done will change how we feel about him. I'll reassure him of that as many times as needed.
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But only for stardust. When they ask for help... if they'd asked their friends instead of the Universe, would it have turned out the same? If they could do it for stardust, why could they never do it for themselves? How is that fair? He did nothing to earn it, he still hasn't even talked about it, and here they are doing even more work he should be doing! Why do they have to tell his friends to reassure him? Why do they have to listen to all of this, knowing it'll never be them? He thinks Siffrin should be afraid of being alone? What about them?
They hack down another branch despite it not even being in the way, really, they just need to hit something before their anger boils over again and then find another way to make the Fighter upset. They don't want to make him upset. Stay calm, stay in character, remember to breathe...
They've been quiet for too long, but they try to play it off anyway. Stay in character!!]
Aww, how sweet! Stardust is such a lucky guy, you're all so good to each other~ I'm sure he'll feel sooooo much better once you all have a cute little feelings talk. Get it all out in the open!
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Part of it was mostly to reassure Loop. Since they seemed to be concerned with Siffrin enough, that he is in good hands. Even if... their whole party is not all here. But it doesn't magically send away his now growing worries. Even so, he can put aside his own feelings, feelings talk will happen a bit later. When he's had time to think. ]
Right. [ Though... ] All things considered, Sif is really lucky to have had you, too.
[ Of course Isabeau doesn't know the full extent of it. And the curiosity is there, but he figures he'll just leave it at that. ] You said he's told you just about everything, right? I'm glad he had someone to confide in.
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[They swing down again, but the branch doesn't break. Stubborn! Even the trees are trying to get on their nerves! They struggle to pull the knife back out, shaking the loose branch with their other hand.]
They'd get stuck somewhere stupid, too! Wouldn't even beat the King! Just trying the same blinding thing over and over a thous—
[They don't even get the branch off properly, because. There is a frog. Right in front of them, actually, but sitting on their blinded side, probably confused that this idiot star is yapping away while it is clearly looking right at them??? Hello??? You are both terrible at hide & seek????
Anyway, in the next moment it is sitting ontop of Loop, knocking the wind right out of them. Sorry Isabeau but the frog is giving u tongue before Sif ever will get ready]
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"Over a thous.."? His attention is so focused on them, he doesn't see the frog until it's too late either. A sudden shadow cast from it and heavy lift before it pounces on his companion. Oh crab, he should've saved all the chatting for after they were out! Now not only is Loop in a predicament, Isabeau needs to find a way to
slimy? Something wet and slimy shoots out and Isabeau reacts just fast enough to try and block it, but it wraps around his arm and pulls. Isabeau digs his heels into the ground, trying to slow and halt as the frog tries to yank him closer. But rather than panic, he could make use of the situation, trying to think quickly - alright, if it's Isabeau he wants now too, so be it! As soon as he's pulled forward, he clenches his free fist to pull back and WHACK. A solid Rock Craft hit right under its jaw to both loosen the grip has on him, and hopefully add just enough force to tip its balance. ]
Crab, are you alright Loop?!
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But it's fine, because the Fighter punches the stupid frog in its stupid frog jaw, and that's enough to force it a step back. Loop is still stuck, but their arm is free—they swing without even thinking, sinking the knife into the monster's side and twisting.
... well, trying to twist, anyway. It's a bit tougher than they'd like, but it still croaks loudly at the vicious two-pronged counterattack. Prey is not supposed to be this difficult!! It caught them fair and square!!]
I'm fine, keep hitting it! [They're squirming down there, trying to maybe free up a leg to start kicking. Frogwise, there's only so many things a big frog can do to attack people, so if the tongue trick won't work it'll just have to attempt to eat his next punch.]
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If they could stun it long enough, he could just scoop up the star and flee the scene. Better that than risk any more harm to them. But those words ring out and he has no choice but to comply. If he doesn't, it'll likely get the better idea of simply crushing the one it already has trapped before moving onto him. ]
R-Right! [ Well, he tries to strike with a normal hit, clenching those crystal knuckles but half his arm gets snatched into the frog's mouth. Crab crab crab - it's fine, no panicking, he still has his other fist to work with! Bringing it to strike once more again, aiming more for its throat than its jaw this time. Hit the right spot, and it should spat him out before it tries to gobble half of him in its next bite.
This is an awful kiss to have with a frog. ]
cw: blood, rip froge
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