SCAWWY 😱 camille

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[ for the time being! he's wandered back over once he's been cleared for full movement, though he probably won't be staying the night. ]

Hey, Cam. [ pats seat next to him, with a wan smile to go with his wan complexion. ] Wanna come sit around for a while?

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[That's okay neither will she, aventurine fucking died in here]

You don't need to play host for me, Alf. [Hm. That doesn't roll off the tongue right. But she steps up and plants ass, looking him over with a fretful knot between her brows.] I know Laudna cracked a joke about you all trying to kill each other but I take it that's nothing to do with what happened.

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[ sure fuckin did. nobody should be in here on thursday nights, is his opinion. ]

Heh. [ it might not roll off the tongue, but it does make him genuinely smile at her, something that reaches his eyes as he sets his hand on his busted satchel in his lap.

the smile does fade with the question, though. ] ... Geto did, at the end of it all, but it wasn't his choice. He got controlled and was fightin' it the whole time. We, ah... we saw some folks from here, and from home, and them... they were the ones we had to kill, all said and done. No choice.

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...You're not pulling my leg?

[She runs a hand through her hair, trying to fit the facts together.]

What, like the zombies from Sunday? [One of many questions she has, but she has to pick one to start. Or two.] Who all was it?

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Wish I were.

[ really, really wishes he were. ]

Yeah, under this lady's control. Same as some guards that were patrollin' around, and - [ well. that'll be for someone else to talk about when he's ready. ] It...

[ the second, real question takes him a little bit to muster up the ability to say, and he doesn't look directly at her for a moment, head tilted away, before - ]

... you, Marina, Gojo, Robin, and Rondo, for sure. Pretty sure I heard Mr. Daan and Kate, but I didn't see 'em - think Tot and Pickles did.

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Me?

[What the hell?

She swallows, processing slowly and with thick difficulties. Imagining what this must have looked like.]

That's quite a line up they had. And we were made to what, attack you? Guard something?

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Yeah, you. Wasn't... it wasn't a great time. Between you guys, and folks from home, it was a whole thing on all fronts.

[ he thumbs along the cut across his brow, into his cheek, missing the eye itself as he mulls it over. a small peek is sent her way from beneath the gesture to check the reaction before he continues. ]

Little bit of both. I dunno what happened when Tot and Pickles ran off, or when we were all split up from each other for months, but... when we were reunited again, you guys were bein' used to protect the woman that did everythin'. She was controllin' you... your dead bodies... like the undead last Sunday.

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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?]

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[ 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.

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[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?