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deercountry2022-04-03 05:38 pm
phaseflex) wrote in deercountry2022-04-03 05:38 pm
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home is where i want to be [open]
Who: amara and some other peeps, also you. yes. you.
What: slime, punching, weird dogs and more!
When: first half of april
Where: it's an open fellers
a. closed to housemates of 69 house
[when amara wakes up in the pitch black of her room and covered in horrible slime, she makes good on her siren namesake and shrieks very loudly. one might be forgiven for thinking she's been hurt by it, but really-- it's just so gross.
then she stops, because it actually doesn't feel that bad when she peels it off her arm. her skin is... so smooth. it smells nice! all the little cuts and scratches she'd had from hunting down the unsnakely and other creatures during her first month in trench are gone and fuck how long has she been asleep?
Yo, who's home?! I need some help, guys! [she calls out, struggling to sit upright with the weight of the drying mucus on her. god, have her muscles atrophied? she needs to start lifting immediately.]
b. closed to ange
[it's with significant distress that amara realises she doesn't know where ange is living. she didn't find out before she fell asleep, and it was right after that conversation she had--
ange gets a somewhat urgent message through her device; amara looking dishevelled and still with bits of mucus in her hair.]
Jaan, where are you? I fucking-- I'm sorry, I didn't avoid you! I fell asleep for... a goddamn month! Shit! Can we talk? Are you willing?
c.
[though it's quite annoying, amara can deal with the dark. xylourgos was shrouded in constant darkness under the unforgiving eclipse that never ended and while it did, admittedly, drive most of its residents to madness, amara and her team were for a long time. she didn't go loopy! well-- not much. thank god for eista keeping her sane with his constant demands for slass. well, that and the cultist killing.
now that she's awake again and despite still wanting to join the hunters and do big monster murder, amara figures she should at least act like the hero she was in partali. she's easy to see in the dark with her glowing tattoos and six ethereal arms branching from her back, all of them carrying several lanterns each. she hands them out to whoever needs them during her "morning" walk, then goes about her daily business. she finds herself needing to work to start building up her weaponry stock before she can even think about getting serious.
amara can be found doing odd jobs through all of trench, from carrying barrels to threading needles. she has worked her way up before, and she will do it again.
her omen follows along behind her without fail, panting happily (that sure is a weird dog) and catching anything she tosses to it with a long, prehensile tongue that comes out of its three-way split face.]
d. blessed are the curious, past
[a gigantic cavern stretches out, stonework dotted around it ancient and beautiful beyond imagination. it is distinctly alien, grey slate lit up with red energy. golden statues stand side by side by a small star-shaped pattern on the ground, a pedestal standing in the middle. a gigantic stone archway - not the one that was used to get here - stands with a shimmering purple surface between the supports.
it's dilapidated, but not dangerously so. this place was a place of reverence, and there are a few white wisps floating around. there is a strong sense that they were once people, but now are nothing. this is still a place of legends, but for different reasons now.
a monstrous beast lays freshly killed by the stone steps, blood pouring out of its many wounds. amara stands next to it, covered in some of the gore, watching the archway shimmer.]
No. Not this time.
What: slime, punching, weird dogs and more!
When: first half of april
Where: it's an open fellers
a. closed to housemates of 69 house
[when amara wakes up in the pitch black of her room and covered in horrible slime, she makes good on her siren namesake and shrieks very loudly. one might be forgiven for thinking she's been hurt by it, but really-- it's just so gross.
then she stops, because it actually doesn't feel that bad when she peels it off her arm. her skin is... so smooth. it smells nice! all the little cuts and scratches she'd had from hunting down the unsnakely and other creatures during her first month in trench are gone and fuck how long has she been asleep?
Yo, who's home?! I need some help, guys! [she calls out, struggling to sit upright with the weight of the drying mucus on her. god, have her muscles atrophied? she needs to start lifting immediately.]
b. closed to ange
[it's with significant distress that amara realises she doesn't know where ange is living. she didn't find out before she fell asleep, and it was right after that conversation she had--
ange gets a somewhat urgent message through her device; amara looking dishevelled and still with bits of mucus in her hair.]
Jaan, where are you? I fucking-- I'm sorry, I didn't avoid you! I fell asleep for... a goddamn month! Shit! Can we talk? Are you willing?
c.
[though it's quite annoying, amara can deal with the dark. xylourgos was shrouded in constant darkness under the unforgiving eclipse that never ended and while it did, admittedly, drive most of its residents to madness, amara and her team were for a long time. she didn't go loopy! well-- not much. thank god for eista keeping her sane with his constant demands for slass. well, that and the cultist killing.
now that she's awake again and despite still wanting to join the hunters and do big monster murder, amara figures she should at least act like the hero she was in partali. she's easy to see in the dark with her glowing tattoos and six ethereal arms branching from her back, all of them carrying several lanterns each. she hands them out to whoever needs them during her "morning" walk, then goes about her daily business. she finds herself needing to work to start building up her weaponry stock before she can even think about getting serious.
amara can be found doing odd jobs through all of trench, from carrying barrels to threading needles. she has worked her way up before, and she will do it again.
her omen follows along behind her without fail, panting happily (that sure is a weird dog) and catching anything she tosses to it with a long, prehensile tongue that comes out of its three-way split face.]
d. blessed are the curious, past
[a gigantic cavern stretches out, stonework dotted around it ancient and beautiful beyond imagination. it is distinctly alien, grey slate lit up with red energy. golden statues stand side by side by a small star-shaped pattern on the ground, a pedestal standing in the middle. a gigantic stone archway - not the one that was used to get here - stands with a shimmering purple surface between the supports.
it's dilapidated, but not dangerously so. this place was a place of reverence, and there are a few white wisps floating around. there is a strong sense that they were once people, but now are nothing. this is still a place of legends, but for different reasons now.
a monstrous beast lays freshly killed by the stone steps, blood pouring out of its many wounds. amara stands next to it, covered in some of the gore, watching the archway shimmer.]
No. Not this time.
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[ It's not the words that surprise her. Amara being willing to fight for her is nothing new, after all. Just how many times has the other protected her? Probably more than Ange can count, especially considering that entire month where they had been stuck in that dangerous underwater city.
But the tears? Those are different. Crying seems like such a rare thing for Amara, and yet.. here the other is.
Crying. For Ange's sake. It makes Ange's jaw drop, her mouth hanging open as she thinks, her heart pounding as she feels herself getting more frantic at the idea of the other crying. ]
.. by.. by the bench, okay? Just go to the bench again, wait there for me.
[ Ange feels like she's in no state to go outside, but screw that. If Amara is crying, then Ange has to go see her, right now. No matter how miserable she's been feeling for weeks now. ]
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And.. she doesn't mind it. Isn't this something she missed, after all? When she was feeling at her lowest after that reveal, she did think of Amara before she sunk into the worst of it, despite the awkward last interaction they had before the other fell into a month long slumber.
So Ange doesn't resist. She allows herself to be wrapped up in more arms than are involved in most hugs, and she doesn't even say anything at first. (Maybe since her own throat is starting to feel so tight too, and she doesn't want to cry.) ]
.. are you okay..?
[ She finally says, her voice more quiet than expected. Maybe it's just because she hasn't been using it as much lately. ]
I--.. I've never seen you cry.
[ And it's not like Amara crying is bad. The other should express her emotions when she wants to. But when the first time she sees her big sister crying over something being Amara crying over her does worry Ange in particular. ]
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[with a sigh, she rests her cheek on the top of ange's head for a moment.]
I was overwhelmed with... a lot of emotions. I want to help you. I want to be there for you, regardless of some magical bond!
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It's easier to react to than the other stuff. That thing about her being strong - Ange doesn't think she's strong, not at all. If she was, she wouldn't crumble under so many things. The knowledge of her family's killer being here. The pain of rejection when Amara didn't want the bond, even though she knew it was nothing personal.
She's not that strong at all. ]
Right..? You're here with me right now, so.. there's no problem. You're my sister regardless of whether or not we have that kind of bond, you know..?
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[and she worries that this is one of those times. in fact, she knows this is one of those times.]
Do you need to lay low?
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Ah.. no.
[ She sounds a little awkward as she says it - maybe even looking kind of embarrassed.
But no matter how embarrassed she is about her terrible judgement, Ange knows that she ought to tell Amara the full story. She owes the other that. ]
Actually, she.. she pretended she was someone else when she showed up here two months ago. So without realising she was actually the person who killed my family, I let her stay at the house with me and Ruby and everyone else. [ That's the part that makes her feel awkward. That she never realised. That she was enough of an idiot to live in a house with a killer for months. ] Of course I kicked her out when I found out the truth, but.. if she had wanted to kill me, surely she would have at some point during those months, right?
[ She would have had all opportunity. Ange didn't have her guard up. ]
So it's not like I'm in danger. You don't have to worry about that. I just.. feel miserable that I didn't realise it earlier, and that I'm now going to have to live in the same city as the person who killed my family.
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[amara frowns, considering murder more.]
Will you tell me who it is? I promise not to go and do anything.
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.. there really are some reasons why she couldn't help but think of Amara as a big sister, huh? This is definitely one of them, and it's that fact that doesn't make her question the other's promise, instead just replying. ]
Her name is Sayo. [ Ange has figured out that much by now. She wasn't able to tell people who asked her earlier so clearly, but now weeks have passed.. she knows. ] I.. have no idea where she's staying now. I told her to stay away from me, so hopefully she'll at least do that.
[ Ange pauses, glances down, and then back up at Amara. ]
.. um. Thank you. I know you want to do stuff for me, but.. just being on my side like this.. that's enough. I didn't have anything like that back home, so it's nice to just have people who believe I'm right. Just having that is more than enough for me.
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Anything for you, Ange. [she says quietly.] I know how it is to lose your family and have no-one. Please, do call me at any time if something happens. She may want to finish the job and make a move.
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[ There's no way she wouldn't call Amara when she knows how worried the other can get about her safety - and with good reason, in this case. It's not like she's just going to leave her out of this. ]
But.. you'd have to be careful too, okay? I don't know about here, but back home she was a witch. Even if she wouldn't be able to get close to defeating you with physical strength, she could be.. crafty.
[ Especially if it was corruption that would make Sayo flip out enough in Trench to turn against Ange and try to kill her. ]
She liked to mess with people like the way this place messes with us.