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SCAWWY 😱 camille

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[At the bulletin, where all evidence has been masked. Camille looks shaken, hand at her mouth.]

...Oh god.

[ he's not got much with him, to drop off, but alfyn still lingers there to wait and see who it is that will get posters.

and then he just locks up completely next to camille when they're displayed. ]

... no.

Alfyn...

[It occurs to her suddenly, what it must look like. Rondo revealed himself as her killer. Even if he'd brought her back she had been very publicly moping about it. Now he's dead. The only man Alfyn had from home, even if they were separated by time.

She moves closer, apprehensive but reaching for him.]

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

[ No no no and What about Orsterra? and What about his sister? bounce off his thoughts in rapidfire, echoes of Not Kanda, not Itsuzumi too in the background.

but he hears his name, tearing away wet eyes from the posters to look at her, stricken, and yet - there's no accusation. just upset as he looks at her. ]

It's - [ okay? it isn't. he's good at keeping a smile on his face, but not when they lose people.

he takes her hand when she reaches, gripping it. ] ... how many more are we gonna have to lose?

[ he feels the tension, but he doesn't draw attention to it. better not to.

but alfyn reaches and holds onto the flimsy armrest of the bench, leveraging himself down to sit on the floor next to her. not hovering, not being too close, but letting her know she's not alone. ]

... he's the kinda person that'd see things through, no matter how tough it is to do. He wanted you to have a second chance.

And I don't think anybody that we've lost would want to see you die just to be brought back in your place.

[ alfyn is sitting right goddamn there at the side of the swamp, waiting for camille to be spat back out by it. he's got a blanket with him and is just - tense, his hand down off the side of it and ready to grab her the moment she needs a lifeline to get the hell out of the mire.

somebody should give her one, at least once in her life. ]

[Alfyn you are such a bro

Anyway it definitely is not pleasant. By the time she does resurface it is with a jumpscare burst of arms and desperate gasping. It felt like the damn thing meant to swallow her up for good.

Camille scrambles to the shore, spluttering, unseeing. Her hair's in the way and there's swamp sludge slopped all over her.]

I gotcha, I gotcha -

[ hoooogh there's a reason why he hasn't gone into this thing, but has refused to go far when he knows someone is in it.

he grabs at her to help haul her up, despite the fact his heart is now lodged in his throat, heedless of the muck getting all over him. ]

Easy does it, Cam.

[Meets this city boy in the...surgery room...yay.]

Jesus.

[Looking through the instruments like haha no thank you.]

Can you make use of any of this?

[ y...yay...

he hisses softly through his teeth, grimacing and also exuding :grimace: emotions. ]

I think Dohter'd bring a glacier down on this place... [ he pokes at a few things, away from the sharp ends. ] A few things, probably, but I'm not seein' anythin' to numb the pain of goin' under a knife.

[Sister.

Her own throat starts squeezing up. Never heard about that part, did she? Her fingers curl around his and Camille wishes that for once, she had something decent to offer. Some spark of hope.

She's not the girl you turn to for a boost. She can try, though.]

Don't think like that. All right? [She shakes her head.] It's no good keeping on that way. Don't borrow trouble from the future.

We have to focus on now.

Nothing you could use, then?

[Sure, the lack of painkillers or anaesthesia is more than alarming, but a few of these might be useful to a doctor. Tools of all kinds in here.

Camille's looking at a drawer a little ways away from him. She'd pulled it open innocuously and finds a treasure trove. Gleaming razor edges on cold, comforting steel. There's a slender scalpel, small enough to tuck into her palm. Small enough to go up her sleeve.

There's a rush of emotion from her. Urgency. Hurt, desperation, need. A yawning ache that flares to life as she eyes the metals. Her skin's been screaming at her these days.

Slowly, her fingers curl over the length of it. Push it along her wrist, snug in the cuff. Just one. Just in case. Quickly, now.]

Maybe we're looking in all the wrong places.

I could... I'll probably take a few things, just in case, but some of this stuff...

[ he hopes that he won't have to conduct surgery, need the scalpels and pliers. but he looks at the other tools and hates them, each and every one, and hates the energy of this place.

but the energy doesn't hide the emotions that roil through the room off of camille, and he looks her way - watches her movements. he's not sure what she takes, but alfyn is certain that she has something.

concern bubbles, but nothing that boils over. instead, he reaches out to take her other hand, giving it a squeeze as he offers her a smile. ]

Maybe we should head outta here and check somewhere else for a bit.

[Where is Alfyn at...She will find him, hoarsely speaking up.]

Did you go to the swamp yet?

[ tea garden, for the nature, i think. he does not look that great, now! he's pale, sweating, and has slight tremors that cause him to shudder every now and then. ]

Gods. Unfortunately.

Jesus.

[She'll come closer then, putting a hand to his forehead, checking for fever.]

What did it do to you? And why are you hauling yourself out here if you're that sick?

[ no fever! it's a cold sweat. ]

I'm not sick, technically. I've seen this in folks before - it's withdrawals. But there's... [ he blinks at her and frowns, looking off to the side for a second. ] You don't hear anythin', right? It's just us?

[All right that's slightly better. Except not because she recognizes a bit of this.]

No. No, it's just us Alfyn. I'm...I felt skittish too, last week. After climbing out.

I think it's just the swamp messing with you.

[ there's a reluctant nod, though he doesn't relax much. ]

... I just keep hearin' kids. [ his emotions blip into something miserable for a moment. grief. bad timing, for this, after watching kate die. ] So I'm not really keen on bein' by myself right now. It makes it easier to tell it's messin' with me if I'm movin'.

Hm?

[Oh so subtle, except she feels that sudden concern. And with it, realizes her blunder. Bad week to be pulling stunts in secret, isn't it.]

...Yeah, sure.

[But he's not saying anything. Just squeezing her hand and guiding her away. Apprehension rises. As does the shame. Humiliation, hurt again, an urge to whip out of his grip and run.

She follows though. Does her best to tamp it all down and keep her feet moving, her expression even.]

What's next, then? This place is huge.

[Sends them shopping.]

I suppose it's back to doing the cooking ourselves.

I looted iron cookware from the kitchens in those apartments last night, so at least we can do it fireside without much issue.

[ he's got one of those trick or treat candy buckets to put stuff in, along with a wicker academy basket for more delicate stuff. ]

Kinda miss the easy game from before we pissed off the dogwood tree the other week, though.

You were out hunting?

[She raises a brow. Not like it's a bad thing, just something she considers a last resort or a country boy past time. She can't divorce the act from the shed she'd found in the woods in Wind Gap. Stinking to high hell with skins and old blood, hardcore pornography pinned on the walls.

It doesn't feel like Alfyn, is all.]

I prefer a good market myself. Never was much good with the outdoor life. Nor the animal butchering one.

[ thanks he hates it! we're back at it again at the krispy swamp, and alfyn immediately goes to help pull her up out of it once it releases her from its clutches - she gets swaddled into a blanket immediately, just like after she was in the execution ritual. ]

I gotcha, Cam - we're all right here for you -

[Okay well

The second he touches her her eyes go wide and she starts screaming, yanking away and nearly splashing back underwater.]

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