LOREN
It wasn’t long before people began to show up. However, given that this was the Temple, it seemed that not everyone was actually here to help prepare for LongNight. Indeed, the first person to come up didn’t seem to know what was going on at all. Loren eyed the stranger curiously. Between the question and the clothes, the Launceleyn pegged the other man as a new arrival.
Normally, the summoner would’ve done his best to be a welcoming presence, but it was beyond him at the moment. ”Hi Oliver. I’m Loren Launceleyn. Welcome to Caido.” His voice was polite, if almost completely devoid of emotion. ”There’s a notice board right over there.” He pointed in the right direction. ”Normally I’d show you, but I need to prepare for LongNight. Has anyone told you about LongNight? And...if you just got here, I imagine you don’t have a permanent place to stay yet.” Not if Oliver was carrying all his belongings around with him. Loren bit his lips and furrowed his brow. ”Tell you what. If you help me out here, I can take you to my home, the Launceleyn Manor. It’s a big house, lots of spare bedrooms.” Well, less so now, considering how many were staying there, but they could find room.
As Sunjata arrived and greeted both the summoner and Oliver, Loren glanced between the two men. ”Hey Sunjata. Thanks for coming. And it seems you’re already acquainted with our latest arrival.” Unlike Sunjata, Loren didn’t smile or nod, or muster up any sort of energy. It wasn’t that the Launceleyn wasn’t glad to see Sunjata. It was just that he was so devoid of all feeling that he nothing came out.
However, the sight of Remi was like a punch to the gut.
Indeed, the summoner hadn’t seen the alchemist since that fucking note. The one that had been completely inadequate. The one that the Launceleyn almost crumpled before tucking it away carefully. Well, he didn’t have time for this. And luckily for them both he didn’t have emotions left inside: instead of the times he’d tucked them away, hidden them from the world, this time he really was just empty inside. Magic orgasms notwithstanding, he’d been through a lot of shit and was exhausted.
So he just nodded at Remi. ”Can you collapse the tunnel to the Rathskellar?” That’s it. Loren’s voice was blank, and just weary. But it was a task the alchemist was uniquely suited for, and one that would keep the two of them apart. ”After that, if you could fortify the Medical College, I’d appreciate it.” It was attached, so they’d need to prepare there as well. And again, it was far away from where the Launceleyn would be. Turning to the rest of the group, the summoner nodded at the supplies he’d brought. ”There’s a lot to do. We need to stuff snow moss into any cracks around the windows, as well as any creaky floorboards, so we can soundproof the temple. We should probably start with that, because after we need to board up and put black cloths over the windows, so light and people can’t get out. We also need to distribute medical supplies, and finally we need to make sure all the entrances and exits except the front doors are sealed tight. Pick a task.” He’d see what everyone else decided on, then fill in any gaps.
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Normally, the summoner would’ve done his best to be a welcoming presence, but it was beyond him at the moment. ”Hi Oliver. I’m Loren Launceleyn. Welcome to Caido.” His voice was polite, if almost completely devoid of emotion. ”There’s a notice board right over there.” He pointed in the right direction. ”Normally I’d show you, but I need to prepare for LongNight. Has anyone told you about LongNight? And...if you just got here, I imagine you don’t have a permanent place to stay yet.” Not if Oliver was carrying all his belongings around with him. Loren bit his lips and furrowed his brow. ”Tell you what. If you help me out here, I can take you to my home, the Launceleyn Manor. It’s a big house, lots of spare bedrooms.” Well, less so now, considering how many were staying there, but they could find room.
As Sunjata arrived and greeted both the summoner and Oliver, Loren glanced between the two men. ”Hey Sunjata. Thanks for coming. And it seems you’re already acquainted with our latest arrival.” Unlike Sunjata, Loren didn’t smile or nod, or muster up any sort of energy. It wasn’t that the Launceleyn wasn’t glad to see Sunjata. It was just that he was so devoid of all feeling that he nothing came out.
However, the sight of Remi was like a punch to the gut.
Indeed, the summoner hadn’t seen the alchemist since that fucking note. The one that had been completely inadequate. The one that the Launceleyn almost crumpled before tucking it away carefully. Well, he didn’t have time for this. And luckily for them both he didn’t have emotions left inside: instead of the times he’d tucked them away, hidden them from the world, this time he really was just empty inside. Magic orgasms notwithstanding, he’d been through a lot of shit and was exhausted.
So he just nodded at Remi. ”Can you collapse the tunnel to the Rathskellar?” That’s it. Loren’s voice was blank, and just weary. But it was a task the alchemist was uniquely suited for, and one that would keep the two of them apart. ”After that, if you could fortify the Medical College, I’d appreciate it.” It was attached, so they’d need to prepare there as well. And again, it was far away from where the Launceleyn would be. Turning to the rest of the group, the summoner nodded at the supplies he’d brought. ”There’s a lot to do. We need to stuff snow moss into any cracks around the windows, as well as any creaky floorboards, so we can soundproof the temple. We should probably start with that, because after we need to board up and put black cloths over the windows, so light and people can’t get out. We also need to distribute medical supplies, and finally we need to make sure all the entrances and exits except the front doors are sealed tight. Pick a task.” He’d see what everyone else decided on, then fill in any gaps.
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No post order! In your next reply, please put the task you decide upon at the bottom of your post.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
