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[She's hopped over to the little island in the swamp, investigating the little door carved into the tree.
And like clockwork, one of their infinite teen girls starts skirting the perimeter. Camille pulls away, squinting at her from the across the feral green algae.]
Hey. Can you give me a hand over here?
And like clockwork, one of their infinite teen girls starts skirting the perimeter. Camille pulls away, squinting at her from the across the feral green algae.]
Hey. Can you give me a hand over here?
[watching her carefully - she hasn't changed yet, so she's still in the white robes, though she's torn off both sleeves. that makes it clear one of her shoulders is wrapped in a makeshift bandage made with fabric from the outfit.]
What are you attempting?
What are you attempting?
I want to see if this door comes open. Barring that, pick around the tree a little.
[Camille's eyes skate over the bare arms.]
Like what you've done with it. Seems a little less tacky that way.
[Camille's eyes skate over the bare arms.]
Like what you've done with it. Seems a little less tacky that way.
I'm not concerned with how it looks. It's less bulky this way.
[she hesitates, but she does come towards her and the door. hello leeches.]
What have you tried already?
[she hesitates, but she does come towards her and the door. hello leeches.]
What have you tried already?
You've got the right idea, probably.
[until the temperature drops at least]
Brute force isn't doing it, and I don't have anything to try prying it open. You got anything on you?
[until the temperature drops at least]
Brute force isn't doing it, and I don't have anything to try prying it open. You got anything on you?
[she shakes her head]
I don't. Some people received weapons back, but...
I don't. Some people received weapons back, but...
[I've decided you're getting a PC today, accept me!!!
Anyway Camille is at the pyre late at night, sat hugging her knees like a gangly teen and staring down the flickering flames. Her eyes blink slow, but despite the hour she just won't leave.
Her eyes drift to Vin once she catches movement.]
Shouldn't you be asleep?
Anyway Camille is at the pyre late at night, sat hugging her knees like a gangly teen and staring down the flickering flames. Her eyes blink slow, but despite the hour she just won't leave.
Her eyes drift to Vin once she catches movement.]
Shouldn't you be asleep?
[i will always accept you
she glances towards camille, a little bit puzzled. there's some writing on her arm that says the collapse.]
Why do you say that?
she glances towards camille, a little bit puzzled. there's some writing on her arm that says the collapse.]
Why do you say that?
It's night time. In a creepy place.
[They were all promised a sacrificial death later, but something could just as easily take them out now.
Camille does spy the writing. She doesn't try to. People's secrets should be pried out the old fashioned ways, by chatter and liquor and growing familiarity. This feels like cheating. A home invasion, violent and undeserved.]
We probably shouldn't be wandering alone too much in the dark.
[They were all promised a sacrificial death later, but something could just as easily take them out now.
Camille does spy the writing. She doesn't try to. People's secrets should be pried out the old fashioned ways, by chatter and liquor and growing familiarity. This feels like cheating. A home invasion, violent and undeserved.]
We probably shouldn't be wandering alone too much in the dark.
I can handle myself.
[it's not heated, just matter of fact. all the same:]
You're out here, too.
[it's not heated, just matter of fact. all the same:]
You're out here, too.
I'm the village elder. [Or one of them.] If someone's got to lose sleep to keep watch, better it's the old guard.
[She sits up straighter, unwittingly revealing a phrase of her own. Scorned child paints a stripe down her arm.]
It's Vin, right? You doing okay?
[She sits up straighter, unwittingly revealing a phrase of her own. Scorned child paints a stripe down her arm.]
It's Vin, right? You doing okay?
Can you defend yourself if anything happens?
[either way, she gives a small nod.]
Yes. [both to her name and if she's doing fine.] Camille, right?
[either way, she gives a small nod.]
Yes. [both to her name and if she's doing fine.] Camille, right?
I've got a good scrap in me, yeah.
[She nods back.]
That's right. [She should urge her to move on. Get back to bed. Teenagers were willful things though, and she knows that that age she'd shirk a stranger with no badge for back up.
So instead she goes the other way.]
Well, if you can't sleep, then keep me company. Two pairs of eyes are better than one.
[She nods back.]
That's right. [She should urge her to move on. Get back to bed. Teenagers were willful things though, and she knows that that age she'd shirk a stranger with no badge for back up.
So instead she goes the other way.]
Well, if you can't sleep, then keep me company. Two pairs of eyes are better than one.
[bad!!
a while after all that, she's near the pyre, reading over the new rules with a frown.]
...This will happen again, then.
a while after all that, she's near the pyre, reading over the new rules with a frown.]
...This will happen again, then.
Fuck.
[Camille grits her teeth in a sour grin, shaking her head.]
And of course it's up to us to fix everything. All while waiting out our own personal doomsday.
[Camille grits her teeth in a sour grin, shaking her head.]
And of course it's up to us to fix everything. All while waiting out our own personal doomsday.
Not very surprising.
[there's not a lot of disappointment in her tone - more resignation.]
We'll do what we need to.
[there's not a lot of disappointment in her tone - more resignation.]
We'll do what we need to.
And a weapon?
[she hesitates for a moment, but after that:]
What exactly are you looking for?
[she hesitates for a moment, but after that:]
What exactly are you looking for?
[Camille tilts her head.]
Let's hope you don't have to find out.
[No weapon. But keeping watch is more an excuse to sit outside and not sleep than be inside and incapable of sleep. At least if she had smokes she could call it a cigarette break.]
Suspicious persons, strange anomalies. The face of god, if I'm lucky.
[Have you heard about our lord and savior River Dale?]
Let's hope you don't have to find out.
[No weapon. But keeping watch is more an excuse to sit outside and not sleep than be inside and incapable of sleep. At least if she had smokes she could call it a cigarette break.]
Suspicious persons, strange anomalies. The face of god, if I'm lucky.
[Have you heard about our lord and savior River Dale?]
[What she'd like to do is find the head of the operation and wring their neck. She's not a violent person but she's at her limit.
At least she's got the wherewithal to keep that to herself. Camille hums in acquiescence, the note sour and thoughtful at once.]
I guess now we know the real reason this is getting stretched out to eight weeks.
At least she's got the wherewithal to keep that to herself. Camille hums in acquiescence, the note sour and thoughtful at once.]
I guess now we know the real reason this is getting stretched out to eight weeks.
Maybe it makes it more entertaining for them, anyways.
[gross!]
[gross!]
[Throws them in the void.
Vin's been one Camille's not sure how to approach. They weren't close to begin with. Barely spoke. Her strongest impression of the girl is the flash of her steel cutting into Nona. No warning, no preamble. Decisive and quick. It's honestly respectable.
Now it's a daydream on repeat. Mercy might be her best shot. Still, she'd like to know when it's coming. Not have it thrust upon her, unnannounced.
She meets the girl midday Monday, just passing through on the way to other things.]
Oh. [Camille slows. Stops. Pretends like she isn't going stiff at the shoulders, and mostly fails.] Hello, Vin.
Vin's been one Camille's not sure how to approach. They weren't close to begin with. Barely spoke. Her strongest impression of the girl is the flash of her steel cutting into Nona. No warning, no preamble. Decisive and quick. It's honestly respectable.
Now it's a daydream on repeat. Mercy might be her best shot. Still, she'd like to know when it's coming. Not have it thrust upon her, unnannounced.
She meets the girl midday Monday, just passing through on the way to other things.]
Oh. [Camille slows. Stops. Pretends like she isn't going stiff at the shoulders, and mostly fails.] Hello, Vin.
Hello.
[when she notices her tensing up, she breathes a little sigh, but quickly enough:]
I'm not going to hurt you.
[when she notices her tensing up, she breathes a little sigh, but quickly enough:]
I'm not going to hurt you.
[Camille swallows. Breathe in, breathe out.]
Okay. [Willing herself to relax leads to mixed results. Hard to chill out after a weekend like that.] I couldn't blame you if you did. I'm shocked they lowered the veil on me at all.
Okay. [Willing herself to relax leads to mixed results. Hard to chill out after a weekend like that.] I couldn't blame you if you did. I'm shocked they lowered the veil on me at all.
I know that it wasn't your fault, what happened.
[and that's said pretty sincerely.]
[and that's said pretty sincerely.]
...Yeah. [The bitch of it all was how little that was going to matter in a few days. Camille scrubs at her hair, flipping the part back into place, clearing it away from her face.] Thank you. For what it's worth.
[What is there left to say? Camille looks around, a little helplessly.]
Have you been doing all right? You weren't one of the ones Aqua caught with the sword, were you?
[She missed a fair bit of that.]
[What is there left to say? Camille looks around, a little helplessly.]
Have you been doing all right? You weren't one of the ones Aqua caught with the sword, were you?
[She missed a fair bit of that.]
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