Lavi

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this time there are no otome points only deep concern

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WEEK 0: First Saturday

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[God, this place was already driving her nuts.

She's taken up a seat at the dining table in the house, doing nothing but gathering her thoughts. Then suddenly her seat jerks, spinning her to face the door frame as she gasps and rakes fingernails over the table.

There's a lanky kid standing outside. Camille locks wide eyes with him, white-knuckling the table's edge.]

...You saw that, right?

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[Lavi is at least no longer dressed like a GHOST wearing a MIDSOMMAR TOGA... He's back in his red and black uniform now, which might seem ever weirder in comparison to the toga, but it's fine. at least he's not ghostly white? though it looks like camille is?

he tilts his head as he enters the house, boots echoing against the floorboards, which probably helps not even a little bit with the freaky atmosphere this house has going on,]

Was it a shadow?

WEEK 0: Monday

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[he's standing outside the theater reading the plaque..... figuring out who the resident clowns are.... then he turns to Camille,]

...At least it's not the haunted house?

[he's actually covered up really well and would be safe if these words weren't PROJECTING THEMSELVES, so the phrase "becoming the 49th" is inscribed across his chest, which he hasn't noticed yet... tch]

Phone tags on the clock

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Or the morgue.

[No thank you to the coffins.

Her eyes do flick to the sudden glow, brows furrowing. What's this about?]

Hey, you've got a — what's the 49th?

WEEK 0: Saturday

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[Yaywon do you want to be in front of boothill bc i have news for you

Camille is sitting at the pyre. Staring at the bootbarrier. She's hunched over and stone-faced, hands clasped with one thumb raking a red line down her palm.

You didn't see it coming. Another cute phrase splashed across her arm, salt in the damn wound.]

Scale of one to ten: how possessed is he really?

[Looks to the exorcist.]

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[Lavi meets her gaze, and then to Boothill. His expression is neutral, like the person before him is something to be studied.]

A five, maybe? He's not like how he was before -- tentacles aside, his behavior's different too.

But I only spoke to him a few times. Hardly enough time to know who he is.

WEEK 1: Monday

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[Camille and Lavi are in the fruit tree patch. She reaches to pick an apple, but is too short, so she shakes the tree a little.

Something buzzy falls to the ground.]

........

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[HE FOLLOWS THE ARC OF WHATEVER OBJECT JUST FELL




and immediately grabs her hand, TIME TO GO]

Run!

WEEK 1: Saturday

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[Lavi is standing a bit away from the main part of town, standing in a small clearing, and looking at a tree. There is nothing interesting about this tree at all, but he's looking at it like it's become the new bulletin board, wow.

At the sound of footsteps, he turns his head -- blinking when he sees Camille,]

Hey.

[the vibes are very quiet. neither solemn or grieving, but just -- nothing? but it's fine definitely]

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[Bro your vibes.]

Hey.

[Camille isn't looking peachy herself. Her arms are folded tight and she looks like she resisted a crying jag, but only by the barest inch. She pulls up beside him, quiet. Looking into the night.]

...Nice tree.

WEEK 2: Monday

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[GETS SEIZED BY SHADOWS IG, and as they do, a memory unfolds.

No matter what, you cannot interfere again."]

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[This week is going to be a blistering hell, isn't it?

This one takes more time for her to catch the context. It's back in time, but not just because she's from north of the year 2000. It's him, Lavi. His fabled grandfather. They're the interlopers, jumping back in a metaphorical Delorean. To just...watch?

What for? The kid is screaming, the guy's down and the woman pleads, useless, and Lavi's the only one with the scruples to do something about it.

Yet beyond the violence and the hops through time, there's another thing that sits uneasy with her. Seeing through Lavi's eye gave her a clarity that she couldn't imagine. The scenery sits her her head like a coffee table treatise, something she could pick up and glean over at any given moment.

Until she's shot back into her own head. Camille gasps, clutching at her heart. Surprise surprise, still beating.]

...Lavi. [Said much more evenly than she thought she'd manage, given what was witnessed.] What was that?

WEEK 2: Thursday

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[Approaches with a knife]

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[jk he can live i guess]

Lavi, what the fuck?[coming up to find him wherever he is] Are you all right?

WEEK 2: SATURDAY

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[CAN CAMILLE EVEN BREATHE IN THIS BUBBLE OF WATER?????????]

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[It's a barrier dnw]

WEEK 3: Monday

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[Who is the true alpha here

They're walking in the woods and have happened upon our big umbilical husky boy. Camille squints at the plaque.]

"I am that I am?"

[But what could it mean]

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[OUR BIG UMBILICAL HUSKY BOY

Lavi looks down at the husk. Maybe this is what happens if you don't adapt to your circumstances and turn alpha.... Maybe you turn into a beta for trees.]

Like the verse in the Bible maybe? Scripture makes everything spooky.

[too many weirdos use it....... lavi would know....]

week 4, tuesday

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[Lavi will bundle Camille away from the amusement park and towards the camp instead, somewhere where they can sit in the wilderness without all the lights and smells of fried food....]

This new place is still kinda creepy, but on the plus side... no guy stuck in a tree!

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Not yet anyway.

[Tree murder is on the horizon she can feel it.

Camille's still in a daze, blinking anytime she lifts her head and catches a ray of sun. Physically she's fine. It's all the synapse misfires that are getting to her.]

I'm...I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with this.

week 4: friday

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[he's sitting on one of the benches near the pyre, shedding glitter and staring at his hands. he'll look up once he senses Camille though,]

Hey. Did you investigate this morning?

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[oh, god. This is going to be rough.

Camille nods, grim.]

At the camp. [She purses her lips. Then steps forward, taking a seat at his side and putting a hand to his shoulder.] I'm sorry. We wanted to get his body. He was...a bear dragged him off.

[The absurdity only makes it all the more horrible. Kanda deserves better.]

WEEK 5: Monday

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[Puts them in the tea garden. Plants are healing.

Anyway Camille is sat down somewhere. Mug of steaming oolong in hand, staring off into the distance. When she spots Lavi she waves him over. She's got a new eyepatch, joining the club.]

Come sit down.

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[Lavi will head over at her wave, dropping into the seat next to her. the emotions are bad but it's a muted backdrop of sadness and weariness, and also longing. the ones at the forefront are curiosity, and also a blip of concern as he takes her and her stare into the distance in,]

Is that oolong? You still got some left in the pot?

[tea....!!!]

WEEK 5: Saturday

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[He's one of the few people she immediately looks for.

When she finds him she'll softly put a hand to his shoulder. Stepping close, catching his eye. Her mood is all misery but the worry seeps through. The fondness.]

You were very brave.

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[he looks up at her, a match for her misery. but he tries to smile anyway, reaching up to place his hand over hers.]

...I wish I didn't have to scare her.

WEEK 5: Sunday

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[LAVI. YOU HAVE TO HAVE BEEN SWAMPED.

Camille will be hunting him down or waiting for him at the Haunted House, arms crossed and radiating worry.]

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[THE WAY I DIDNT SEE THIS AND JUST PASSED OUT LAST NIGHT AHHHH

Lavi has been swamped!!! He no longer looks crispy... He feels all that worry from Camille and heads over to her, arms outstretched as if to show her he's okay!!! and also for a hug!!]

I'm fine! Look, see?

week 6: monday

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[at some point Lavi will chase after Camille even after their reylo fanfic moment and drag her over to the vineyard so they can HANG OUT]

Oh, juicy! Here, Cami -- try some.

[drops a couple of grapes into her hand]

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[Post reylo pre-flea kiss, got it.]

These ones get you high too?

[She misses animal crossing world.]

WEEK 6: THURSDAY

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[I REALLY THOUGHT YOU'D SET US BOTH FREE

anyway Lavi will help Camille out of the swamp and probably to the clinic or back to the house -- wherever she wants to go. he'll also help bandage her MISSING ARM STUMP DAMN. his face is pinched as he works,]

Tell me if it's too tight.

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[GOD I WANTED TO YAYWON YOU KNOW I WOULD IF I COULD

Anyway I'm very sorry to do this but if at any point he touches her bare skin she looks at him with sudden and acute horror, ripping away from him with a frantic scream.]

SOMEONE HELP! HELP, HE'S ON FIRE!

WEEK 6: Friday

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[Catching him after seeing on the bulletin board. Dimming CYOA effects for the moment...is he still pooped and gooped...]

Lavi?

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[just for u kabby he is..... he looks like a complete mess, but at least he is not on fire? He takes a moment to look hard-eyed at the board, and then his shoulders drop.]

We found both of them in the laboratory.

WEEK 6: Sunday

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[Yaywon how many years of our life have we lost to this specific game.

Camille will find him post execution and just flop next to him. Burnt the hell out.]

It's too quiet around here now.

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[I KNOW WE'RE ALMOST AT THE END ZONE THOUGH!!!!

they can flop together at the house... which sounds even creakier and spookier than before now that there's only the four of them.]

I can always talk twice as much to make up for it.

[a small attempt at humor despite the weight of this day. of this entire weekend. week. month. months PLURAL]

week 7: tuesday

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[going to find camille as they drink hot choccy and settle in from the snow]

Do you get snow in Missouri?

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Yeah. Winters could be quite cold, but I more remember the summer heat.

Chicago's got Wind Gap beat though. What about you? Grow up around much of it?

WEEK 7: Saturday

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[You know what she did after the battle was done and access to the graveyard was granted?

Marched Lavi to use THE FUCKING SHOWER. It's in her apartment, don't worry about the settings. It's furnished but rather begrudgingly so, only through the magic that adjusts each room to its occupant. Big "as long as i can eat and sleep i'm good" vibes.

When he's done she has takeout and water set out for him. She's cracking open her container and digging in with chopsticks.]

You de-swamped now?

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[IM LAUGHING THANK U CAMILLE Lavi is also so grateful damn. He comes out of his shower with his hair still a little damp,]

Completely swamp free!!

[he'll hug camille to prove it!!!]

See?