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SCAWWY 😱 camille

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[The reaction is more measured gaping. Camille has a decent pokerface sometimes. This place has knocked the credential clear off her resume. Her eyes flick to the cut, to his downcast eyes.]

Christ, I...months? You were really gone for months?

[Completely Rip van Winkled. Holy hell.]

Well it sure doesn't sound like summer vacation. I don't know how you're still sitting here if it was...god. Like an army of us? All dead, all fighting you?

[What for? What possible purpose would it serve?]

[ he bumps his shoulder into hers, half his comfort and half reassurance for her. because it really is a lot. but he mans through it, because people have to know what happened - in case they experience something similar. ]

Yeah. It all blended together, after a while. That was... it was the in between time, I guess? Everythin' started and ended with that godsdamned tree, but.

[ a shake of his head ]

The woman, Delilah, she was tryin' to revive herself. The undead were tryin' to protect her so she could finish that, and she managed to get her influence to Geto and use him against us. She might've been tryin' to use him as a vessel? Or... a doll, that I had. From the in between period. She wanted it badly, and when Pickles and Geto ripped it in half Tot and I were able to kill her.

[ alfyn is heading into the side rooms out of curiosity, because - well, investigate the areas that you're saddled with, and all that. when he sees camille, later in the day, he raises his hand up in greeting -

and then, they get slam dunked by memshare time. he looks less than thrilled about this as it starts to happen, the scabbed cut across his own left eye pinching as his expression tightens. NOT AGAIN... ]

[They're going on a memshare trip in the siderooms, help me

What she really ought to do is lock herself up for the week. Any time she meets another captive she's dunked head first into their dark past, like someone's trying to drown her in a toilet bowl.

This one is a mix. There is the warmth of friendship, quite a steady stream of calm. The doubt mounts though, and it's slowly becoming clear that the man he nobly rescued may not be worth the effort to save him. Lofty morals are easier to uphold when there's more laws in place, stricter watches, better tracking. This is a feudal space though, and people are quick to turn to a knife when the chips are down. Alfyn means well. More's the pity for him when pessimism proves triumphant.

Feeling the axe sink into Miguel's neck, though. She drops out of the vision with her hands aloft, perched on an invisible handle. She's sweating, shaking.

She hates the ones where she's made to kill the most.]

...Alfyn. [Her eyes close and she swallows, straightening. Wiping the sweat from her palms on her jeans.] I'm sorry.

[She takes the bump gamely. Everyone's in a cuddly mood this week, and at least he's in a sweet enough spirit to give it. The other three, not so much.]

It sounds like an adventure story. [Or a horror movie.] Even for this place, I wouldn't believe it if it weren't for how shit you all looked coming back.

[Geto...She'll have to track him down as soon as possible. Kid's been through enough as is.]

You beat it, though. You took her down, for good. Right? She's not coming back for any of you?

[ he reaches out when he sees her shaking, her reaction, gently cupping her elbows and giving her the support that he had with the other travelers at his back. they didn't manage to soothe him, not completely, but it was still enough to keep him from sinking completely into the despair brought on by such a betrayal. the blood is still thick on his hands in his mind, so to speak, both from the mending, and from the killing.

especially considering everything this place has made them all do. made him do. ]

S'not your fault. Him, or you havin' to see it. C'mon, think maybe we ought to go somewhere you can sit for a sec, 'cause that's - it's not a good thing to have to go through. [ especially when you're - not necessarily softer, because he would never say such a thing about someone with such sad eyes as camille, but someone that shouldn't have to go through with having bloodstained hands. ]

[ he really wishes that he could pass something, anything, through the veil that she's stuck in. he gives a glance to aqua's, out of reach, but he's here for camille right now.

even if she doesn't want to talk to him right now, or has the worst things to say, alfyn still sits down across from her gay baby jail and looks at her with a deep, soulful frown. ]

... I'm sorry, Cam. I'm sorry this is happenin' to you. [ softly. ] Will you tell me what happened, Thursday night?

[Hm.]

What would you like to know?

[ ooooooh this is gonna be a fuckin TIME AND A HALF, AND HE KNOWS IT ]

... when you were awake, instead of fallin' asleep, what'd you feel? Did you have a plan?

[Still Geto'd]

There was something of a plan. We didn't know who would be joining us.

[ yeah feel free to not use the icons kabby i know that can be a pain to juggle in 50 threads. ]

So you were part of the, ah, chimera..? Did you know who you were gonna target right away?

[ty for your understanding and support.]

No.

[a beat.]

Cloud just picked up the drink. That's all.

[ looks at all of my npc threads in sprace where i used icons and :ben:s ]

... you drugged it. That was the smell.

[The image flips for a moment. Brief. Slate blue eyes bore into Alfyn, utterly still.]

[And then the face he knows comes back. Downcast. Lip trembling.]

It was too easy.

[She sounds anything but proud.]

[ he can see the similarities in her face, the same way he's seen them in tressa and her parents, vaguely remembers of his own mother, of zeph's father and still in his sister. and he has to wonder, what kind of person is this woman to camille?

the coldness that bleeds into a miserable cam makes his heart bleed. ]

Oh, Cam... [ he is so sad for her. ] You didn't deserve this.

Neither did he.

[Her sigh is long. Ragged.]

I wasn't...I still don't feel like myself.

[They can be in the library too. We're done being sad as fuck (for now.)

At one point during their quiet library session Camille gently picks up Alfyn's arm

and bites into his hand.]

[ it's safe here, less sad. hopefully.

alfyn's flipping through some books on medicines, trying to find the ones that he can actually read and what might be useful for the village.

he pauses when his hand is taken, and then. blinks. when he's bitten. ]

Ow. Cam..?

No. None of us deserve havin' this happen.

[ he wishes he could take her hands right now. ]

But you're still here, in a lot of ways. I hope it stays that way.

[The way I did this before bite rule was announced.

Anyway she blinks up at him. Backtracks.]

Oh my god. [Pulling back a little, mortified. WHY] I'm sorry?

Forget it, I don't know what happened there.

[ KICKS YOU ANGRILY ]

It's alright - it didn't actually hurt, just kinda. Surprised me. [ laughing, anyways, waving his bitten hand. ] I'm just gonna assume it's part of the whole way things are this week.

[laying down across a bench at their precious theatre, Camille's just staring at the ceiling and feeling along her new scar.]

...And I'm the only one who came back?

[ alfyn's moved things around, some, but it's still their precious decrepit theater. he's puttering at the moment, rummaging in his chest, before he comes over with... a pillow! it's one from the camp cabins, and he carefully scoops his hand underneath camille's head to cradle it, lifting her enough to put the pillow beneath it and then nestling her head there again. ]

... yeah. Think we have Rondo to thank for that, along with everythin' else.

[She tenses up — wasn't expecting such a tender gesture. Figures Alfyn can't turn off the caretaker in him even for a second. Like her mother, with reversed intentions.

But she lets it happen. She's exhausted. And she doesn't want to make more fuss. The less attention, the better.]

I suppose. [Thank is a strong word. Camille can't sort out how she feels.] I don't know that it's fair, though. If he had a choice.

[Why pick her?]

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