You have spent the last few days on Thesa Station, taking in the knowledge that your world is no more. Perhaps you've made some friends (or maybe an enemy or two). Either way, you aren't expected to spend all of your time on the Station. El Nysa needs you, after all, and you promised you'd help the planet thrive. Are you ready?
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All refugees on the station are called to the hangar where a large-scale teleporter has been set up; everyone will be sent to the planet together. Simply step onto the space between the arrays and wait. Before they depart, all new refugees will be given a starter kit!
 You may have heard about earlier technical difficulties, but don't worry. I promise everything is in perfect working order this time. I'd say I tested it myself, but since that's not exactly possible, you'll just have to trust me! (Please.)
The older refugees will also be there to guide you to ensure no one is left confused... or behind. Make sure you wait for them — I've been detecting something odd so I'll be having them meet you at the landing site. Good luck, refugees! Not that you'll be needing it or anything...
The arrays begin to hum and glow, quickly building into a brilliant wash of light. It creates a column that travels all the way from Thesa Station to the surface of El Nysa. With the night sky as a canvas, the beam can be seen all the way from Olympia and Wyver — a view that has the natives whispering of blessings.
As a sudden but beautiful aurora splays across the sky, the refugees down on the planet receive a message asking them to travel to the landing site — and warning them to prepare for what may come of the strange readings Zasere's gotten from the teleport itself.
Traveling through the light leaves the impression of blinding starlight, a strange sense of weightlessness, and a disorienting moment of total sensory deprivation. The radiance of your teleport hangs bright in the sky above you, a shimmering aurora that reflects off the calm waters below, visible for miles all around.
You've landed on a peninsula to the east of the South Outpost. There's little here — scattered trees on spring-barren plains, with a few overgrown, dilapidated structures poking out of the brush. All is quiet save for the keening of animals and the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. This lonely desolation is hardly the bustling cities and vibrant cultures you were promised back on the station...
BY CAMPFIRE'S GLOW. But waiting for you is a group of your predecessors, and with them, a veritable tent city, with portable stoves, coolers of food and drink, comfortable bedrolls, and cheerful rings of bonfires — all that you need to make merry of the night, courtesy of Overseer Voss, who has, thanks to his interest in blessed meteorological phenomena and refugees, decided to make a holy expedition of the affair.
Settle in, meet new comrades, and enjoy yourself, for you've safely completed your journey. But don't wander too far from the fires — the dark is closing in, and there's a strange, electric feeling in the air, the scent of ozone drifting on the breeze. And what were those odd readings Zasere mentioned?
A SHEPHERD OVER THE FLOCK. The spring sun dawns on a grey morning, already burning away the fog rolling in off the sea. It quickly becomes apparent that Voss and his entourage of acolytes have been up for hours, hard at work. They've set up a brightly-draped stage and a travel pulpit, magically enchanted to amplify his voice, and as the sun breaks over the horizon, Voss is all set to do what he does best: proselytize.
 As our Goddess has sent Her blessing once before to herald the coming of those touched by Her light, so She has done once again! Here you see them, those surrounded by the light of our Goddess, each of them bearing the mark upon their skin of Her holiest of hands! Do you not see? Do none among you bear witness to the righteousness of Her message? Perhaps this is why our people have shamed themselves in front of our Goddess—
[ He continues for another 15 minutes... ]
Nevertheless. See you them before us now! See them as they are, coming to our gates with Her reminder, that these people must be treated with the utmost respect and care. Thesa's divinity is not to be treated with such flagrant disregard! Those who She chooses are not ours to use as mindless fodder, to hurt, to torture — shame upon those who allowed such deeds to shame us under Her watchful gaze!
To those of you who have just arrived here on our doorstep, be not afraid! The Temples of Thesa welcome you to our home with hearts and minds open! Should you ever find yourself in need of solace, seek out the Temples, as there are no greater allies to you than those of us within the Temple walls. You are welcome all to Olympia!
As he steps away from the enchanted podium, he can be heard saying aside to an acolyte, "How was that? Heavy on the shame, but I think it went well!" While he will not leave the area immediately, his acolytes will politely turn away attempts to speak with him and remind anyone interested that they can leave a message at the Temples.
Despite going off without hitch, the new refugees' arrival isn't entirely without incident. It seems that the "blessed" beam of light that brought the refugees down to El Nysa brought something else along with it — a sliver of the Storm. At least the beam was short enough that only a small fraction managed to squeeze through.
But it's enough to wreak a little havoc around the landing site and along the road back toward Olympia and Wyver — and even, for a few days, in the cities themselves.
THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE. The Storm is an undeniably destructive force, and that's proven with this small sliver's effect as it ripples across the continent. While there's no visible sign of its presence, strange phenomena soon begin to appear, corresponding with Zasere's odd readings.
They're innocuous little things at first. A sudden silence, animals going quiet, insects stilling. All technology, no matter how advanced, ceases working. You discover when you check with a friend, the clock on your phone is twelve minutes slow even though you'd swear only a minute had passed — time missing. Walking through the woods takes longer than it should when brushing past one bush leads to brushing past that same bush again — and again, and again, the area looping on itself. It keeps you trapped, going in circles for minutes, even hours, before finally releasing you in a random direction.
Or perhaps you'll feel a sense of deja vu, like you've walked down this road, taken this turn, seen that bird fly from this branch before. This is the second time that cat has crossed your path. The person you're meeting, you already know their name; you're certain you've already met.
WE GOT COWS. The Storm sliver also ushers in sudden, localized weather anomalies — heavy storms, blizzards, strong winds, and more. Affected areas range from just a few feet wide to nearly half a mile. One minute, the sky may be sunny and clear, but the next dark storm clouds roll in, unleashing torrential rain. Small tornadoes surge along the road, kicking up winds strong enough to knock people over and carry objects away. Hail hurtles down from the sky, but only in a ten foot radius. Temperatures fluctuate wildly between one extreme and the next, from heat waves to cold snaps. Soupy fog blankets the area, thick enough that you can barely see your hand in front of your face. Good luck finding your way!
FORGETTING IS SO LONG. The visions come on suddenly and with very little warning. One second, you're carrying on as normal — but the next, you blink and find yourself (and anyone near you) somewhere else completely. You may recognize this place as a moment from the past, one that you lived through. It's a memory, your memory, and it now replays around you in exceptional detail, unnervingly lifelike. Or you may not recognize it at all. It might belong to the person next to you, or to someone else entirely — a memory that the Storm has swallowed up.
Either way, the scene plays out just as it once did, and there's nothing you can do to stop it — or escape it. The memory surrounds you to no end: every door you open leads nowhere, every hallway you turn down continues on forever, every horizon you flee toward hangs just out of reach. And linger too long or turn the wrong corner, and you may find yourself abruptly stuck in a completely different memory. It's almost tempting, then, to give up, to let the past sweep you away...
But this isn't the full might of the Storm. Look closely, and you can see that in the walls of this trap, there are minute, hairline cracks, a facade of fractured glass. Imperfections in the memory where the real world is breaking through. It seems the only way to escape these memories is to find those cracks and break through them — by force, by will, or by some other method entirely.
The time is coming to make a choice — perhaps not a permanent choice, but unless you want to spend the rest of your nights out under the stars, you'll need to pick which city you will initially spend your time in. On the horizon, you will see that people have arrived to help you make that decision...
A FORK IN THE ROAD. Refugees and the hyper-religious wishing to hear Voss speak are not the only ones out and about under the light of the aurora. Citizens of both Olympia and Wyver have flocked to a point on the road midway between the cities and where the refugees have appeared, and they all have the same goal in mind: convincing the newcomers who have just descended in the blessed light of Thesa to come to their city and not the other.
They've come with bribes — that is, examples of what their cities have to offer. If you spent much time at the exhibition up on Thesa Station, you might recognize some of what's being shown off, though the offerings here are markedly more tangible, and shown off by hawkers wearing substantially fewer clothes.
A herd of pegasi accompanies the Olympians, while a line of flying serpents is stabled at a tent bearing Wyver colors. Refugees are given the chance to experience solo flights and are told that if they prove their loyalty, they may have the privilege of owning such fine beasts one day themselves. The Olympians have also brought couture clothing, jewelry, and makeup to offer a taste of Olympian splendor, while the Wyver delegation has brought along fine weapons, sense-enhancing jungle plants, and small vials of diluted dragon’s blood (drinking confers a temporary boost in strength) to demonstrate their might. The Olympians speak proudly of the glory of the Temples of Thesa; the Wyverns speak of the Volkkran Pact and inform newcomers that they can make a pilgrimage to the summit of Namarak Mountain at the next full moon.
This is as good a time as any to compare your plans with others around you and exchange contact information before going your separate ways with people who are going to the city you are not. When you’re ready to go, don’t worry about safe passage — the natives of each city will gladly escort you there in luxury.
OF WHITE AND GOLD. The people of Olympia are ecstatic that you’ve come to join them... So much so that they’ve prepared a grand tour of the city for the new arrivals. You will be introduced to the major businesses in the city, including businesses that they are proud to point out were founded by refugees.
Refugees who have been here for some time already are encouraged to pair up with newcomers to introduce them to the parts of the city they like best. To facilitate this, they’ve made arrangements with many of the business owners: new refugees who visit their shops (and older refugees who escort them) are given discounts!
Just a few examples of many: the Wyvernest offers free desserts to first time visitors with the purchase of a drink, refugees who visit the Silk Wyrms can have one custom (though not exceedingly expensive) outfit made for them for free, and visitors to Shades Darker are offered a half-hour session with one of the prostitutes at half price… or access to a private room, if they seem to have taken a shine to one of their companions on the tour.
Lastly, tour guides will point out that over the course of the next week, the train to Flona Cove will allow new refugees to board for free so that they can experience the seaside for themselves. With the weather finally starting to warm, this is as good a time as any for a visit to the beach, isn’t it?
OF RED AND BLACK. Life in Wyver is typically a sink-or-swim sort of experience — but in light of the valor recently displayed by their predecessors, the natives are now more willing to assist in getting newcomers settled. The entire journey here they have been talking up the virtues of their city… and now is the time to show everything that's on offer.
The well-known businesses in the city are prepared for the influx of newcomers. Some are giving out discounted samples of their products while others are offering a more hands-on experience: in exchange for working a few hours, they will give training in whatever task is being performed.
At the Forged, newcomers can learn the basics of crafting simple weapons (and take one of their successes home), while visitors to spas near the lagoons are trained in the art of massage. Those who wander to Falmi’s Ring can learn the art of pugilism or how to keep (and fix) books if they're more inclined to the gambling that goes on. Newcomers interested in Wyver's dragons can get hands-on experience at the Fields of the Exalted's nursery. While they walk from place to place, a guide may point out a job posting from Highwind Hires, noting that refugees can make a name for themselves outside official channels.
The last stop on the tour is the Undergrowth. The guides speak of the jungle in reverent tones and caution new refugees not to wander too far in. They warn never to explore alone, but also urge refugees to take time to familiarize themselves with it; after all, the jungle is an important part of life in Wyver, and those who are going to be living here should understand it as well as they do.
You've chosen your path, refugee, but that doesn't necessarily make it a permanent one. Watch out for the strange effects of the Storm, which linger still in the two cities and everywhere in between for the next few days before dissipating just as mysteriously as they came, but otherwise enjoy the welcome and make yourself at home — after all, this is home now.
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Shell Overlord | Blood Bank
[Shell found himself mometarily distracted from all his previous worries by just how overwhelming beautiful the world around them was. The forests were so green, the air felt so clean, and even if it was a bit warmer than he would have liked, there was something so novel about being outside during the day that he found it difficult to mind. But come nightfall, he feels considerably more relaxed, finding a spot by a campfire where some acolytes are making smores with refugees. Was that a custom here, or did they learn it from someone who arrived today? Everyones looks so excited, it's hard to tell who's enjoying it more.]
[Shell takes part as well, but considering he's a vapire, well... once the smore is made, he turns to someone sitting nearby (whether they've joined the circle around the fire or not) and offers it to them.] Er, are you hungry? I can't eat this, but it looks too good to go to waste!
2. Extreme Weather
[The sudden blizzard is certainly no fun, especially when thrown in conjunction with very cold temperatures even in areas where it doesn't appear to be snowing. But curiously, the young man standing beside you doesn't seem the least bit effected by it, not even shivering. In fact, as he looks over and sees you, he shrugs off his jacket and unwinds the scarf from around his neck, offering them both.] Here. I don't know how much warmer it'll be, but you look like you need them more than I do right now.
[...ooor maybe the weather is suddenly far too hot, the air practically sticking to your skin from just how humid it is. In which case, Shell can be found laying flat on the ground under the shade of a nearby tree, panting and sweating. As much as he'd like to be traveling at night, it was too dangerous to do so when all the mysterious creatures that lived in this planet were up and about. Even the normal sunlight was too warm for his tastes, but this--] Do you... have any water?
3. That Memory Sharing Prompt
A. Pain without love | cw: blood, sexual torture
[The illusion around them is of a white, pristine bathroom in what appears to be a very nice home. But the scene before them is rather shocking. Standing up against the wall is Shell, completely stripped of his clothing and wearing a metal collar around his neck, tied to a nearby pipe with a heavy chain. Behind him stands a human with dark hair and dark eyes, dressed in black and wielding a whip. "Your punishment isn't over yet," the man says, before cracking the whip over Shell's back. His screams of pain echo throughout the small room, as Shell begs for him to stop, that it hurts, that he's sorry--]
[But the illusion won't end. The punishment never seems to end. And as the Shell of the past collapses to the ground, his back red and bleeding, the real Shell also crouches down to the floor, hiding his face in shame.]
B. The stupid option | cw: crippling secondhand embarrassment
[The illusion this time opens to a simple room, where a teenaged Shell appears to be studying a book very carefully while trying to copy the instructions inside... which appear to be instructions for Shibari. He's fully clothed and managing pretty well, his legs already tied perfectly from a previous attempt. But in trying to get the knot right for a harness that loops around his back, he accidentally sticks his hand through a loop and it gets stuck. And in trying to free himself with his other hand, that one gets stuck.]
[The end result is a young man flopping around on the ground, Trying His Best™ and completely tied up through his own stupidity. Please, have a laugh at his expense! The real Shell will be over here, face bright red and trying to get people to stop watching. Because unfortunately, it seems a small crowd got swept up in this one. Someone please help him.]
C. Wildcard
[Or maybe he's stumbled into one of your memories! Or a chain of multiple memories! Hit me with whatever, or message me to plot something out!]
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Chuuya is no asshole, but he can’t help but snicker at the sight. It’s not a mocking laugh, more of a “haha that’s dumb and cute” laugh. Poor Shell looks mortified.]
Not exactly what you thought you’d see in a random flashback, huh?
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[But really, humorous scene aside, Shell's reaction is only adding to the comedy of it all. He's not exactly making the most dignified expressions right now.]
Ch-Chuuya! How do I make it go away!? I don't want people to see this!
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So Dia's just wandering around, curious and idly exploring when Shell's voice reaches their ears. It makes them pause and actually wander over, crouching down by his side with their brow furrowed in concern.]
I do.
[They smile brightly--Diamond to the rescue!--and reach for the starterkit thing they're still carrying around. The water bottle is filled, because they'd been told they should fill it so. There it is... It's not as freezing cold as it was before, but Dia hasn't been wandering in the heated area that long.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, Dia isn't sure what to...do ...with it. What id organic beings do with water? The fish, jellyfish, and slugs swam in it last they saw, and they knew the plants and flowers needed to be watered to survive... So following this logic, then obviously Dia had to--
Open the bottle and start carefully pouring some on Shell's head.
They looks so proud of themselves.]
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[He's hot, and the water feels nice and cool against his face, so he probably appreciates it more than he would if he just drank it.]
[Even if his immediate reaction is a very graceful BLUBGJGHJGGH as he sits up, coughing.]
Th-That's not-- exactly what I meant, but.. it feels a little better, I guess.
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3b ah how can i not
But what is this now? He's never seen this young man before. Is he trying to tie himself up? ] Am I peeking into the memories of an idiot? No, there's probably more to this ...
[ If there's anything that defines Rohan, it's his insatiable curiosity. When something unique is happening before his eyes, he's compelled to figure it out. ]
Oh! I've got it! Isn't this just a kink? Can't believe this wet dream is just out there for all to see ...
[ Though he doesn't actually want to watch a porno, he wants to see if this guy will succeed. He looks resolved, after all. That's why Rohan keeps watching, ah ... ]
Good good
[To say Shell is upset would be an understatement. He doesn't need Looky MrLookerson making comments that everyone else has figured out by now!!]
[Which is why he's going to just go ahead and put himself between Rohan and his younger self. Height aside, he doesn't actually look that much older now, but that's #justvampirethings. In reality, this memory was almost 15 years ago.]
This is personal! I-I don't know why it's being shown to everyone like this!
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You can't eat it? [ frowning, he slowly holds out his hand to take what's being offered, before bringing it closer to his face for a better look at what this man has clearly made but has no intent on consuming it himself? ]
... okay. What's wrong with it. [ he sniffs. ] I can't smell anything weird.
[ and his ears twitch, gently annoyed. ]
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Oh, there's nothing wrong with it at all! I have a... special diet. So I'd just get sick if I ate something like this.
[He knows from Reign that there aren't really many vampires here. Would it even be safe to admit to being one?]
You don't have to eat it either! But.. it seemed like a waste...
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He's too cute help
awoo!
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Less fortunately, perhaps, that means there's time to focus on his expression as he slowly figures out what's happened here isn't a spectacularly botched kidnap attempt. Well, then. He clears his throat and walks across for a closer look.
This isn't how his power works, but he's getting used to being thrown into people's memories now, enough to know that some let you interact and some function as a VCR stuck in playback. In this case, he finally notices an older version of the kid on the bed stuck in the corner.
As he sits down next to the bound teenager-]
Lets be grateful you weren't trying auto-erotic asphyxiation.
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[...he could have found a better way to word that, but look, he's troubled™.]
I don't understand... do things like this happen in this place a lot?
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3-b.
it's not the kind of peril arjuna was expecting to act on. he already has his bow out, but he realizes there probably isn't much he can do in this regard. ... and the young man must be this individual here. embarrassed, and arjuna can't say he blames him. in a way it's kind of relieving. he supposes everyone had their secrets.
hence, he— ] This is unfortunate for you. [ doesn't actually provide any real comfort.
can't say he didn't try. ]
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[At this point, Shell is just completely Done™ with this world and this wacky scenario. He's reached an odd sort of equilibrium amidst the shame, allowing him to appear relatively calm in the face of... well, all of this.]
Yeah. Thanks, I know.
[Teenage-Shell has now rolled off his bed and onto the floor, face first. And there he lies, silently, silently acknowledging the shame that has now overshadowed every other misfortune he has ever suffered in his life--]
[Oh, wait, no-- back to struggling to get his hands free.]
I don't suppose you know how to make these memory things end?
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3A...lawd....
He even tried closing his eyes and opening them to see if that would end the punishment. But it doesn't. It just. keeps. going. ]
Ugh... what's going on?! Why won't it stop? [ He even rattles the doorknob in the bathroom only to find it doesn't answer to him. Eventually, as he tries to ignore the nakedness and the blood combined, he manages to spot the real Shell crouched on the floor and points an accusing finger at him. His face is red in embarrassment as he recognizes him as the naked man. ] Oi, you!! Cut it out already!
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[The reply he gets is as sudden as it is cutting, Shell struggling to deal with this on top of everything else he's been going through. Sure, this may have been his fantasy that finally came to life, but-- but the greater context he learned only after all of this only made watching it now painful in a way he never really thought about before.]
[How many of his screams for One to stop were genuine? How much did One enjoy tearing into his back with that whip, not out of a mutual desire for their "play", but because he really and truly hated Shell for what he was?]
[He chokes out a sob, bringing his hands up to his ears to try and tune out the sound of his own pleas for help.]
I don't... I don't want to see anymore of this...
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3a
until the memory continues, on and on, dragging on its host's lashings and ignored cries before eugene hits his threshold of patience, frowning as he closes his eyes and rubs at the bridge of his nose. he wonders if he can say anything palliative enough to ease the burden of embarrassment off the poor guy, especially when he sees him hiding in such a way. )
Ugh. What the hell, I don't want to see this...
( eugene murmurs, shoulders lifting in a sympathetic wince as the beating continues. the poor guy...eugene can't blame him for hiding in such a pathetic manner, but it makes him uncomfortable. mostly because he feels awful, as if him witnessing all of it just makes the trauma worse for the guy. he never asked for this, never willingly wanted to share such a painful memory. )
Hey, no no no no, none of that.
( eugene frowns and presses his boot to shell's back, nudging him to accentuate any strictness he's attempting for. the beating in the memory is...still...going on??? who is this freak? )
Get your ass up!
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[But the reaction he triggers from pressing his boot into Shell's back -- his back, of all places, with a memory like this going on -- is immediate. Shell lurches forward, hands pulled away to catch himself as he scrambles backward and away from Eugene. And as he cowers there against the wall on the floor, he reveals the tear-streaked face and look of near horror he's been hiding this whole time.]
[It was just too much. Losing One, losing his world, losing whatever trace of dignity he had left... and how, his secret was being revealed to stranger. What was he going to lose next?]
S-Stay back!!
[The words come out broken, his voice faltering and surprising even Shell himself.]
[There's really no reason for Eugene to follow that particular order. But if he ignores it, Shell might just be forced to defend himself -- and that wouldn't be a good time for anyone, really.]
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A laugh? How about a small fit of giggles that explodes into increasingly loud laughter as Ryoko observes the young Shell flopping around on the ground not unlike some poor, dumb fish. In fact, there are no words, only that still increasingly loud laughter. M-maybe she'll slow down soon? ]
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S-Stop laughing!! It's not that funny!
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Closed to Reign | cw: self-harm
Maybe we should save the tour for tomorrow? I'm feeling a little--
[But he won't get to finish that sentence, because in the next instant, their surroundings change. This likely isn't the first random memory they've been pulled into, but it will be the first one they've seen together. Suddenly Shell and Reign find themselves standing in a small shack on a human farm. But they're not alone, as a familiar figure is suddenly dragged in through the door.]
["Are you out of your damn mind, Shell Overlord!?"]
[Reign should know the human standing across from Shell all too well by now, even if his appearance is a bit different here. But the real Shell standing behind him still has no idea how much Reign knows about all this.]
R-Reign, this is...
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As excited as Reign was to show Shell around Olympia, he knew that his friend needed proper rest especially after the travelling. He nodded, opening his mouth to reply when suddenly they were thrown into some weird place. ]
Wha--?
[ He blinked, recognising where this place was, though not knowing whose exactly it belonged to until he saw who got dragged into the room. Wait, what was happening? Why was Shell here with that human Banker? In fact, Reign couldn't help bristling a little at the way the Banker manhandled his friend. ]
Shell? What is this?
[ He asked in a careful tone, his gaze locked on the scene before them. ]
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And so Nash is a bit distracted with all his looking at nothing, when Shell interrupts. ]
Oh— sure. Waste not, want not, that's the motto I was raised with. [ And he takes the s'more, eating it while his gaze travels back to the fire, and he keeps talking, in a voice of little profundity. ]
You really have to wonder whether fires only seem alive because they go out.
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[His own gaze falls back to the fire, but not before taking a glance at the man sitting beside him. It was still a bit strange to be living around so many humans... or at least, non-vampires. He's learned by now it's better not to assume one or the other right away.]
...and I don't think I've ever thought about that either. This is my first time sitting around a campfire like this. It's... warmer than I thought it would be.
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3.............a................ 😬
[ Well this is different, but the noise that is both a mixture of shock and amusement makes it apparent that Crowley is no where near the cusp of complaining. There's a small tilt of his head as he examines the memory, blinking thrice when the "punishment" rolls in. ] Oh. Huh... now this is making sense.
[ But he's not entirely interested in watching the whole thing, so in time he turns back to the real Shell. Poor guy, they just... they just met. And already he knows he's a freak. Sad! ]
Don't be embarrassed, I've seen worse.
YELLS SOFTLY...
[He's crouched down on the ground with his hands over his face, not sure if he's rather drown out the sight by covering his eyes, or drown out his pleas for One to stop by covering his ears.]
It's not... it's not what it looks like, really...
[...it looks like a lot of things, so this denial isn't very effective.]
smh shell
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