02-19-2020, 06:28 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]The bodies are buried, flowers resting on their graves. The forest has been checked, and the attacker is no longer there- it fled in the opposite direction. She plans to set up a trap later, to catch it if it ever comes back. Reed and Lemy have been located and secured, and will be fine until a deal is reached with the Typhoon.
Rin walks into her house. The voice in her head has gone silent, but the horror and guilt still rage beneath the surface. While contained now, she won't bet on the emotions remaining contained for very long. The sooner she speaks to Idyllfields, the better. Walking over to the counter where she has set the basket, she retrieves various items- winter fruits, assorted herbs for common ailments, paper and writing utensils- and places them in the basket one by one, methodically.
There is no threat now.
It's safe.
Rin's eyes snapped open, and she staggered back with a yelp. Glancing around wildly, she flexed her claws, gripping the wooden floor. She was in her house, not by the border. She was staring at a basket of plants and plant material, not at a-
Inhaling sharply, she leaned against the counter, staring at the wooden planks and counting the grains. The danger was gone. She knew it was gone, though her memory of what had happened was hazy. Still, she couldn't fight back the tears that welled up in her widened eyes, not while struggling to keep her breathing even.
What happened to her? She just... went blank. She wasn't supposed to do that, she was supposed to be fully aware and in control at all times. She wasn't supposed to lose her mind over a couple of dead strangers- and yet she had. "Stop crying," she hissed to herself, her voice cracking, but she couldn't make it stop.
Had it all just been a nightmare? Was that why she was here, alone- wrapped up in the feverish concoctions of her mind? It felt so utterly, sickeningly real...
She wanted to retch, but she knew it wouldn't help anything. No, she had to talk to Idyllfields- but they weren't here, and with the time they had left in the day she and Nemhain wouldn't be able to make it before nightfall. And the basket wasn't even ready yet.
Swallowing back the bile in her throat, Rin messaged Nemhain, Bring me Playerone, please. She just needed to calm down long enough to function. Once she was in front of Idyll, then she could worry about whatever had just happened to her.
/tl;dr: after "detaching" for long enough to deal with Rosy and Abigail's deaths, Rin goes back to her house, starts getting together a gift basket for the Typhoon, and abruptly "reattaches"- becoming fully aware of the situation and freaking out, she asks Nemhain to bring her Playerone
/don't feel the need to match muse, I mostly just posted this for reference in future replies/threads
Rin walks into her house. The voice in her head has gone silent, but the horror and guilt still rage beneath the surface. While contained now, she won't bet on the emotions remaining contained for very long. The sooner she speaks to Idyllfields, the better. Walking over to the counter where she has set the basket, she retrieves various items- winter fruits, assorted herbs for common ailments, paper and writing utensils- and places them in the basket one by one, methodically.
There is no threat now.
It's safe.
Rin's eyes snapped open, and she staggered back with a yelp. Glancing around wildly, she flexed her claws, gripping the wooden floor. She was in her house, not by the border. She was staring at a basket of plants and plant material, not at a-
Inhaling sharply, she leaned against the counter, staring at the wooden planks and counting the grains. The danger was gone. She knew it was gone, though her memory of what had happened was hazy. Still, she couldn't fight back the tears that welled up in her widened eyes, not while struggling to keep her breathing even.
What happened to her? She just... went blank. She wasn't supposed to do that, she was supposed to be fully aware and in control at all times. She wasn't supposed to lose her mind over a couple of dead strangers- and yet she had. "Stop crying," she hissed to herself, her voice cracking, but she couldn't make it stop.
Had it all just been a nightmare? Was that why she was here, alone- wrapped up in the feverish concoctions of her mind? It felt so utterly, sickeningly real...
She wanted to retch, but she knew it wouldn't help anything. No, she had to talk to Idyllfields- but they weren't here, and with the time they had left in the day she and Nemhain wouldn't be able to make it before nightfall. And the basket wasn't even ready yet.
Swallowing back the bile in her throat, Rin messaged Nemhain, Bring me Playerone, please. She just needed to calm down long enough to function. Once she was in front of Idyll, then she could worry about whatever had just happened to her.
/tl;dr: after "detaching" for long enough to deal with Rosy and Abigail's deaths, Rin goes back to her house, starts getting together a gift basket for the Typhoon, and abruptly "reattaches"- becoming fully aware of the situation and freaking out, she asks Nemhain to bring her Playerone
/don't feel the need to match muse, I mostly just posted this for reference in future replies/threads
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