[PQ+] i dream of gardens in the desert sand

the lullaby

The way up and the way down are one in the same
I'm calling an audible late in the game

It was perhaps an indication of the alchemist's current state of mind that with everything going on the world he'd decided to take some time out of his day to follow up about some plants. But then, he'd seen the decay numerous times now in the desert but not anywhere else in the world. That, and given Maeve's letter and Ronin's note, it seemed worth taking a more rigorous look.

Or maybe Remi was just finally losing the plot, it's hard to say.

Having waited until dusk that Maeve and whomever she decided to bring with her might not be forced to endure the heat (he and Ronin would be fine), Remi stands near one of the foul-smelling pools with his brow furrowed, lowered lip puckered, and his hand trying to stealth its way down the back of Ronin's pants.

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PQ+ to try and find out whatever is leaving all the dead plants around Hak Etme!

1. Remi
2. Ronin
3. Maeve
4. whoever Maeve invites.


Remi, as usual, brings nothing extra with him.

If love is everything, love is pain
Certain spirits are too bright to be tamed

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory

Remi's hand will not need to stealth very much - Ronin isn't wearing a shirt, given that it's wrapped around the lower half of his face to try to keep out the rotten stink of this place, and his pants are undefended. One hand is pressed over the bridge of his nose, just in case any of the smell gets in, and the other is holding a small bag. Within it he has some bottled water, a few containers should they want to take any specimens back with them (plants, not sulphuric nightmares), some rope, and some rich soil from the Greatwood.

"Why does this place have to exist here?" he wonders, his voice muffled as he glances across at his husband. Whether or not Remi has lost the plot is irrelevant to the Huntsman; he isn't the only one who craves a bit of anything else with the latest happenings in the world. Maybe investigating this will turn up another relic, too. Who knows?

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Ronin has everything in his profile. For once, he does bring extras!

He's got a bag with some bottled water, some containers for plant specimens, a length of rope and some rich soil from the Greatwood.

RONIN

Maeve

Maeve can't help the way her lip curls in distaste as the still stifling heat from the desert presses against her. She glances back at Locke, feeling a hint of trepidation tingling along their newly formed bond, but she pushes it away with a breath. The sight of Ronin and Remi has her smiling despite herself as she picks up speed in her approach, "Because, Ronin, it exists simply to make you unhappy." Maeve quips, drawing him into a quick hug and then doing the same to Remi, pressing a kiss to each or their cheeks.

"Do we have any idea where we need to be looking exactly?" She asks, drawing back to adjust her back on her shoulders, hand moving to the whip that rests at her hip.

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Maeve has everything on her profile plus a pack with basic supplies (first aide, rope, water, knife) and the bow Remi made her.

I'm undone about to burst at my seams
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need

All the love gone bad turned my world to black

How Maeve managed to rope him into this is beyond him but that's just how things are. Plus, after the house fiasco, he's not sure he wants to be away from her. For his own sake. He's also not entirely sure where he stands with the other men. But, business is business. The trepidation Maeve feels gets comfort in response. There's little he can do right now but he'll try.

Annoyance bristles through him for a second as she greets them but it's pushed down and away. His face crinkles up with the smell and he wishes, for a moment, his nose didn't work. "Somethin' about plants right?" Maeve probably told him but it seems to have slipped his mind.

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Locke has the stuff in his profile, plus a dagger and a canteen of water.

LOCKE