daan daniël

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[oh...]

You don't need to apologize.

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I want to.

It's been unfair how I've been treating you.

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Unfair? How so?

[from her perspective, he's been reasonably nice, but sometimes seemed put off by her, which is not all that uncommon.]

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...You're...

Extraordinarily similar to someone I once knew.

But you're not her, and it's unfair of me to react like you are.

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I see.

[she isn't sure what to think about that.]

Similar? In what way?

[recession]

A number of ways, really...

...Probably would have found your rat bone collection interesting.

[ Like, actual interesting, not interesting (euphemism for weird). ]

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Oh.

[she's not sure what to think about this. he's obviously talking about someone he cared about who he lost. maybe it is weird to project that onto her, but she's a damaged, insecure sort of person and someone having any sort of positive association about her is something she can only read as flattering.]

...It's really alright, Daniël. We've all, as we've said, lost someone before. It doesn't make me upset.

[recession]

[ Laudna... all I want for her is to have an amazing gal pals squad minimum by the end of all this. She deserves sleepovers.

He sighs softly, running a hand through his hair. Reminded that he would really like a comb in the back of his mind. ]

You did say I came off as judgey. I don't know if it would be the exact word, but I do admit I had especially strong reservations because of that...

Mind made connections that shouldn't be there. I'd like to start again, especially since I imagine we'll all be trying to figure our current situation out together.

[ They already were probably but especially so now. ]

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[who knows what will happen...]

I'd like that, too. You know the danger of this sort of situation. We have to find a way to deal with it.

[recession]

Mhm.

Fortunately our masked horsemen seem amicable enough... they could've announced we were here to start killing each other or something of the sort. [ Bleak. ] Death has stated they would assist me in getting some proper medical supplies, so we'll see how that turns out too.

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Then you feel that we can trust them, for now?

[not for good. but she pulls on her hair, nervous.]

If they're part of the cult and want to sacrifice people...

[recession]

They've made offers and concessions that seem pretty generous for people who supposedly want to see us sacrificed.

[ He isn't going to fully trust them right off the bat, but it's about as good as he can hope for in terms of outside contact. ]

Even if you grow up in a cult, you don't necessarily agree with its ideas.

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Yes, not necessarily.

[but that doesn't mean you'll betray them for strangers, either.]

What sort of concessions did you hear? I heard nothing but "either trust me or don't."

[mainly because she kept talking to them with her rat.]

[recession]

[ Goddamn it Pâté why didn't you put more points into charisma. ]

Leaving an avenue open for communications. Permitting one request per person, which I unwittingly spent before knowing the fact, but I don't think anyone can complain about having medical supplies on hand...

[ Well, he could've probably rescinded the request, but yeah. It's not a bad thing to ask for. ]

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[the sad thing is she has really high charisma since she's a warlock even though it makes zero sense.]

Oh. So maybe they'll give us more supplies if we ask. Like a needle and thread. It works on garments and bodies.

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[ A pinched expression, a glance askance and chewing the inside of his lip for a moment. But he looks back at her. ]

You probably could... do you need something fixed? Maybe if luck is on my side, I'd get spares in the set...

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[just gesturing generally to her dress, which is a lovely gown but also has a few rips and tears and bloodstains.]

Oh, this old thing, for one. And sometimes, Pâté's head comes off. I'd like to have the supplies to fix it if that happened.

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[ Beat pause. ]

Your friend there, I presume.

I could use some patching myself.

[ His default is a rather nice buttoned shirt and a high quality purple silk vest, or they certainly were at some point. There's rips, scuffs, stains that wouldn't fully wash out despite his best efforts with the water they have here. F. ]

I'll keep an eye out for any sewing supplies then.

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Oh, you haven't met! Where our my manners. Pâté, meet Daniël. Daniël, meet my dear familiar, Pâté de Rolo.

[the little flying dead rat creature will do a sweeping bow, and then, sorry, but laudna will start doing a silly cockney voice for him.]

Charmed, I'm sure. I'd say it's nice to have a doctor around, but I'm already dead!

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[ Well. Definitely points for the effort. He looks like he's somewhere stuck in a mixture of UH but also this is actually kind of funny because of how unexpected it was. ]

...! Er. Yes. My pleasure, Mr. de Rolo.

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[this was such a serious thread and then this happens.]

It's actually Lord de Rolo. He's from a very prestigious Whitestone family, as a matter of fact.

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[ It really is funny how quickly she really is exuding horrific, and yet, endearing under all that. ]

...Right. Rude of me then.

Lord de Rolo...

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So fancy.

[very pleased he played along.]

I did make him. Just a little craft project. But then I brought him to life.

[recession]

Necromancy, I take it.

I don't know why I'm surprised it would work on non-humans, but I suppose it must.

[undread]

Not exactly. I can animate inanimate objects sometimes. There's a slight distinction. He's more like a living doll.