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[gotaknife]

Who: Martin Blackwood (gotaknife)
What: October Catch-All
When: October
Where: Throughout Trench

Content Warnings: Will tag the threads as necessary

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[poorlittlesange]

[Jin Guangyao can only shake his head and then look past Martin again at the shadow that hounds him. It is clear that he isn't aware of it, and yet to leave him alone with it at his heels will ultimately result in--well. Jin Guangyao has always had an exceptionally vivid imagination.]

This one wonders if perhaps there is something you might need, [he replies, courteous but far more direct than normal, and gestures with a fine-boned hand to the nebulous form behind him. It occurs to him only a moment later that this stranger may not be able to see the thing at all. He adds,] Please forgive this one his bluntness, but I believe you are in danger.

[gotaknife]

No, no, just came out for a few supplies, that's all.

[Confusion creases Martin's brow as the man suggests he might be in danger. Sure, he's felt a little... off the last little while; wistful and missing home, and those they left behind, but that's probably perfectly normal.

Not that anything about this world feels particularly normal. Still, he remains completely oblivious to the shadow following behind him, and he glances behind, following the direction indicated by Jin Guangyao's hand.]

Danger? From... a tea shop?

[poorlittlesange]

Ah. So you cannot see it yet.

[Jin Guangyao frowns past Martin's shoulder and takes in the shape of the thing, how closely it seems to mirror this man's shape even down to the illusion of his spectacles, but there doesn't appear to be any way for him to physically interact with it before it has manifested itself further. What a wretchedly effective means of latching onto prey.]

I believe you have been marked by something that wishes to do you harm. [He says the words as kindly as he can, but there is no mistaking the alarm in his expression, or the way his large eyes keep darting to the figure that still lurks behind him. He won't name the thing he sees as a draugr, because he isn't sure, not for certain. But the sight of it chills him as though he is the one who has been soaked to the bone from the rain.] I think it has been following you for some time.

[gotaknife]

[Martin's head whips back around as though, perhaps, if he can take the thing off guard, maybe he'll be able to see it, but there's still nothing there. There might have been a time in his life where he would have thought it was just someone having a laugh at his expense, but after everything he's seen and heard and read, it's entirely believable that he's being followed by some unseen threat.]

Do you... know what it is? Or how to get rid of it?