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SCAWWY 😱 gale

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[ finally breaks in this pc. where is gale. he's coming to check on him once he's gotten karlach's blood off his hands. ]

Mr. Gale..?

[ week 4 hitting me like a goddamn truck

well gale is sitting somewhere a little ways away from the Karlach bubble just to take a break. because this is hell! haha! help! and is sitting very stiffly and obviously painfully but it's fine. furiously writing in his little notebook. ]

[ boy howdy.

yeah, he's sticking around the pyre just to make sure that she's alright (""alright"") but has been giving the baldurs their room. but he's a doctor above all else. he's going to come closer when there's no immediate response, going to sit nearby. ]

I'm sorry. That it was her. [ for starters. ] You take anythin' for the pain?

Ah, Alfyn. Hello.

[ he is not big Toxic Masculinity about grinning and bearing pain for no reason at least. ]

We have painkillers, at the mortuary. [ ... ] I suppose I should have done the swamp earlier.

Figured you were in thought.

[ he huffs a humorless noise about the swamp, before reaching into his bag and pulling out one of his yellow-green tinctures, offering him the vial. ]

Won't cut the pain completely, but it'll help take the edge off of some of it until then, while you're waitin' up tonight.

[ he will take it, rolling it around in his hand for a moment first. ]

Thank you.

... I'm afraid I have no idea what to do now. Every path seems equally terrible.

'course.

[ he nods, looking off at where karlach and daan have been contained for the time being, pensive. ]

... kinda the theme of the place, feels like. The only silver linin' we've gotten has been that there's been letters from those we lost, but we still... well, they've still been lost.

[ here's alfyn, after all of the hullabaloo of cursapalooza, with one of the academy whicker baskets that he's currently loading up with books from the bookstore. he's squinting at the spines and seems to be weighing what ones to get and what ones maybe they can pass by on.

he perks when he sees gale, and there's the confidence that he'll have a good answer: ]

Hey, Mr. Gale - what kinda books do you think we could use at the pyre library?

[ hello. gale's emotions are also Sad. That kind of heavy cloud of grief thing that sort of happens when something terrible happens. but he's trying to be positive, at least. The results are mixed.

he's also got another change, though i guess that depends if alfyn is looking at his boobs or not, but the mark that used to be blue-black is now pale white, like a scar and the bruise in the middle is gone, along with the dark veining on his face. ]

Alfyn. You know, Rondo asked me the same thing the other week.

[ sympathy mixes in with his own tired sadness, the grim feeling that this whole fiasco instills - but he's got his fingers sunken into something hopeful and stubborn. they're all trying to cope.

i can't say that alfyn does not look at gale's boobs. it's mostly to check him over, his recovery from the weekend, but the man has eyes that work. he blinks at the changes - refocuses at the mention of rondo. ]

Bet that was part of his inspiration for the whole thing. [ enrich the scholars in your life. ] I added the books me and Nina took from the Academy, but I figured... if we had the chance, we should keep addin' stuff up, for Rondo.

Certainly.

Perhaps a selection of fiction, then? While research is all well and good, I don't know, a bit of escapism might be appreciated in times such as these.

[ WELL I GUESS THIS DEPENDS IF ITS BEFORE OR AFTER BABYING, but for now. I will assume before. ]

Have you been kept abreast of all of these ... instructions within the letters?

[ imagine i said no, you get to talk this plot with a baby.

alfyn perks a little bit with this question, before nodding. ]

Both unfortunately and fortunately. Vin told me when you first got the letter with the less than six bein' bad soup stuff.

I was kinda hopin' that I might get somethin' to explain that more, from... stuff. [ remembering he can't talk about How. ] But I got a tome like the one you shared with us instead.

You did?

[ immediately curious ]

Would you mind sharing? More instructions upon rituals?

Sure - I've been tryin' to make sure to tell a bunch of folks, just in case.

[ he will open his satchel to retrieve the tome, handling it with utmost care considering the age. copypastes the blurb for you.

The tome is full of empty and damaged pages, writing long worn away or destroyed by time and mites. But one page remains in somewhat readable state: an excerpt from an entry, which discusses a god-summoning ritual.

There are mentions of two possible ingredients that were to be used in the ritual. One is crossed out, though the details are impossible to make out for either, besides the mention of eyes. At the end, there is a partially worn journal entry:

"...looking from within the darkness at me! I felt seen by the savior all the way to the pit of my soul."

he'll offer it to gale to take a closer look at, of course. ]

I'm wonderin' if we can piece it all together. Tot mentioned that Miss Laudna got an eye, and one of the things we got on the first trip was a millipede with a bunch of eyes.

[ everything happens so much.

but alfyn jitters around at the swamp for their thursday fools to be freed from its clutches, holding a stack of blankets and offering one of them to gale once he's out of the muck and mire. ]

How's that head of yours now, Mr. Gale..?

[ he doesn't argue about going in the swamp, but he does look still a bit dazed when he emerges (emarges). he won't turn down a blanket though. ]

Well, I've never had complaints ...

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