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MATTERS OF THE HEART
Who: Livio, Wolfwood, Elsword, Mizuki, Add, Heimr
What: heimrquest
When: several days after the bar is built, late in the evening
Where: ???????
Warnings: mentioned child death, mentions of plague, paranoia, supernatural-driven insanity, survivor's guilt, death, possession, impersonation, body horror. more will be added as needed.
The General Store isn't always the most bustling place, least of all in a small make-shift town of only a handful of people, each one more troubled than the last. But at some point, each and every one of you has needed something from Heimr today. Maybe it was just a bag of candy. Maybe it was something more pressing, or some groceries. Regardless, one by one he's tended to your needs, and you leave the store with little fanfare save for the fact that it's unusually foggy out this evening- not enough that you can't see other buildings...
Until you can't.
All around you is a heavy mist, and the scent of a wood fire and warm spices floats through the air. There's no turning back, so all you can do is move forward.
On an OOC note, the Choose Your Own Adventure threads will eventually merge into one group thread. Once this occurs, mod tags will occur after each involved character has tagged, or after 24 hours have passed. That said, if it looks like good banter or development is happening, the Mod will hold off a bit or until dramatic irony strikes.
What: heimrquest
When: several days after the bar is built, late in the evening
Where: ???????
Warnings: mentioned child death, mentions of plague, paranoia, supernatural-driven insanity, survivor's guilt, death, possession, impersonation, body horror. more will be added as needed.
The General Store isn't always the most bustling place, least of all in a small make-shift town of only a handful of people, each one more troubled than the last. But at some point, each and every one of you has needed something from Heimr today. Maybe it was just a bag of candy. Maybe it was something more pressing, or some groceries. Regardless, one by one he's tended to your needs, and you leave the store with little fanfare save for the fact that it's unusually foggy out this evening- not enough that you can't see other buildings...
Until you can't.
All around you is a heavy mist, and the scent of a wood fire and warm spices floats through the air. There's no turning back, so all you can do is move forward.
On an OOC note, the Choose Your Own Adventure threads will eventually merge into one group thread. Once this occurs, mod tags will occur after each involved character has tagged, or after 24 hours have passed. That said, if it looks like good banter or development is happening, the Mod will hold off a bit or until dramatic irony strikes.
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[Why are we Squeezing him??]
Hey, it's okay. [Soothing circles into dad's back...] You're gonna be fine, I promise. That's why I'm here.
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"This is for you, more than it is for me. What's happenin to ya, son?"
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That's what happens when you're, uh... [diseased] you know, young. [He's not doing good at this.] You do some stupid stuff, and then you feel like the world is crashing down around you.
[And sometimes, it literally is.]
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"... I'm sorry."
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[Pats Aldric's back...]
I'm good at dealing with the difficult stuff. You just gotta let me help you out. It's what I'm best at.
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Which... may explain a lot of the heaviness in his bones, honestly. Aldric loves the children of the Grove. They're family, like his own flesh and blood. But by god there are so many orphans.
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So, the inhalation dies as soon as he sucks it in, but he swiftly rewords what he wanted to say into something far more sentimental.]
Sometimes it's a kid's job to say that they love the adults and want to help them, too. I'm old enough to help you now, right?
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"... When did you get so big?"
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I didn't get that big. I'm still kinda short. [never fucking mind] This is just stuff I learnt along the way. Adults are kinda like bigger kids. They never stop needing help.
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Aldric is quiet again, before he pulls back, and lets the exhaustion and fear really show in his sunken eyes.
"... I've been- seein my son. Elijah- Audrey's twin. The one who didn't make it. But every time I do, I lose memories of what I was doin' and- people have been lookin at me lately. Like something's wrong. I don't know what's happenin', Elsword. But I know it's bad."
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Is it... [It sounds familiar to him in ways that it shouldn't.] ...do you think the Creature is doing this to you? The thing in the forest wants something from you, I bet.
[A name, an identity...]
Maybe it's not a real solution... but I had a friend once who wrote everything down. Everything. Because he was always scared he'd forget. [Elsword wonders if the Noah of this world is normal, too. If his brother is okay.] I'm bad at doing that myself, but that's because I rely on Add. If you can't rely on pen and paper, then...
[Hoo boy. It's gonna be a bold thing to propose, El-rotted as his brain is, but:]
Let me be your memory. I can keep it all straight for you.
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And then Elsword finishes. And the man wants to cry. Blinking, he's sure his eyes are starting to well up, even- Aldric leans forward and presses a kiss to Elsword's forehead.
"I couldn't be prouder of you, Elsword."
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Instead, his brain wants to feel something about that. Respected. Honoured. Appreciated. Something like that. It's a nice feeling, even if it's only halfway there. At the very least, he manages something of a smile.]
Heheh... thanks. It means a lot to me.
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"...I wish we could stay like this. But there's more for you to see. Are you ready to keep goin'?"
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[And when he wakes from this dream, he'll write it all down in his awful handwriting and make sure it gets to the right people, just in case.]
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