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Ronin Taliesin
the Supernova


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#15
RONIN
However they had gotten inside, whatever had happened - the guild was gone and burnt, but they were all out safe. Distant hopes of being able to give Roana a proper send off for her boys faded now - still, at least she was cremated within the guild, and the monsters would not be able to use her corpse for foul play. He prayed, anyway. Giving a gruff nod to Wessex as they sidled through the door into the Temple, Ronin was hassled and numb, but otherwise much better than he had been the last time he’d done such a thing during LongNight.

“I don’t think we suffered any casualties,” he advised the Queen, already following after Remi with his daughter. Aoife, for her part, all but clung to her father, starlit eyes wide with shock, her cheeks smudged with soot. But they were alive. Two LongNights here, but they were still alive.
one more wish for you

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Amun Arlun
Potter

Age: 41 | Height: 5'7'' | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 11 - Strg: 31 - Dext: 34 - Endr: 28 - Luck: 30 - Int: 1
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#16
amun
Someone opened the fucking door and Amun stumbled in gratefully. He didn’t want to spend another second out there. Pleased that Wessex had managed to survive venturing outside as he had—though she seemed to be in much better shape than him, all things considered—he gave her a nod, though other people seemed to be clustering around her. Not wanting to give her more to do or to crowd her, he just used telepathy instead. Thanks Princess. I owe you, well, more than one. Still, she’d stabbed him, so maybe he should stop keeping track. With that, he moved deeper into the temple far away from the front door and the potential monsters.

Fucking Caido. The Voice better be right about the rest of this world being better than the stupid Hollowed Grounds.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me

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Wessex Theskyra
the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds

Age: 47 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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#17
WESSEX
the wraith
As the first familiar face appears, Wessex allows herself to relax and drop the readiness to use Loren’s magic. It probably wouldn’t have done any good anyway, but what else was she going to do, physically fight the monsters? Cause that turned out so well for everyone else.

Instead, she offers a hand to weary shoulders, a look of understanding and comfort to the soot-stained and throat-seared refugees from the Guildhall, counting the people as they come in and listening as people deliver their reports. Seeing Rex’s injuries first hand sends a vicious wave of anger through her at Sam’s thoughtlessness, but her sister is clearly in good hands. Lily, she thinks, of the redhead who apparently kept the Luxere close. Good thinking. Deimos reeks of smoke and ash and is clearly in no mood to talk, so Wessex does nothing to hold him back.

Maybe later. Maybe after LongNight, before the portal, before their world will move blindly forward. Maybe not. Maybe they are too far gone and too close, too raw to pretend to speak casually of things any more.

What does surprise the Queen is Jigano ‘s decision to tell her what happened. She is thankful for it, but the news he delivers is half revelation and half confirmation of her fears. Roana - dead. No loss there. And there is irony in the fact that if she’d just stayed put, stayed under lock and key in the Temple, she might have lived. This might not have happened, if she was indeed the catalyst. But who’s to say? If they opened the door that often… well, there’s a learning curve, isn’t there? Even for those who were born and raised in the Grounds (yeah, she’s looking at you, Sam). A sad grimace of knowing spreads slowly across her face. “Lucky for us, LongNight is almost over. Stay vigilant. We’ll retreat to the Medical College if need be - that door’s remained shut more or less and should remain so. Spread the word if you can.”.  

No casualties - the steel-backed Queen allows a small smile to Ronin as he passes with Aoife. It’s a small mercy. “The Medical College is quiet, if you want to go there. Just make sure the door is closed tightly behind you.” And then they’re moving on, they’re all moving in and she finds Amun. ‘Can’t lose the only flunkie I’ve got so soon. That would just be irresponsible.

She waits until everyone is in - however long it takes, whomever still stands patiently within the light of the luxere - then shuts the door tightly behind them all and locks it.

Just a few more nights. They can surely get through a few more night, can't they?
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


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#18
to be made of sunshine is beautiful
to be the light and the warmth and to be loved
She was useless. She was afraid.

She hated it.

The notions bristled against her hands and she fought against their shuddering notations, as if she were still blighted, as if she were still weak, hiding the vitriol carefully around Fangorn’s shield and protection. The youth traipsed her way into the Temple, eyes downcast, purposefully avoiding Wessex, because she can’t right now, not after everything, not after pestilence and disease, not after a refuge had been burnt down around them and she had nothing to give except fear.

A quaking sigh flickered through her though, and she carefully, blending back into shadows, crawling along the darkness, picked her way along forms and figures, thankful they’d been let in, thankful there was still a time, a place, for them, wishing, wishing, wishing this could all come to an end soon. Then she visually retreated, an evading tactic picked up from the Rift’s confines, from when she didn’t want herself or her makeshift family taken, bludgeoned, and beaten, into the known expanse, familiar with its layout, with its threshold, aching for something recognized.
to be made of sunshine is painful
to be too hot to touch, too far away to reach
MELITA


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