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SCAWWY 😱 camille

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[ welcome to the cabin, unsettling and terrible in all of the ways a cabin in the woods so often can be. alfyn has changed and currently has his battle axe obscured under the back of his long, green vest, supported in its designated loop in the back of his belt as he carefully walks around. ]

Gods teeth. [ this is hissed out when the floor groans especially loudly, his foot abruptly lifting away from the board that he stepped on to cause it. ] Is there a single place in this cult-y village that isn't in crap state?

[ he's not sure if anyone else is here, at least besides them. he catches camille's presence out of the corner of his attention. but. ]

Watch your step?

I'm watching.

[At least one of them is packing. Camille may have her clothes but she doesn't have anything materially useful on her, and that's starting to grate a little.

She keeps her steps ginger as she paces inwards, glancing around.]

If anything was too nice we might get attached to it. I kinda prefer it to be a little shitty, in that sense.

[No use getting stockholmed to anything.]

Ha... that's one way to look at it, and might pay off in the end. All the more reason for all of us to just. Want to get gone.

[ he grips his satchel strap in both hands for part of his trek, glancing over her way and shuffling a little further. ]

But, I dunno, this place is still better than the place with the coffins.

Kind of pointed, isn't it? Having the morgue front and center like that.

Especially when there's only, what, six buildings?

[And all of them are oh so spooky. Camille sighs.]

Either we'll die of boredom or we'll die of fright. I'm leaning towards the former.

[ grimaces ]

I'm not real keen on it, as a healer, yeah. Sort of feels like a threat? Or a "just in case the theater floor falls out from under your asses, here's this!"

[ humor to get you through a shitty situation. she does make him laugh, despite himself. ]

Honestly? I'd rather get the latter. Being bored to death sounds actually awful, and I grew up in the most backwater part of the Riverlands that there is. I know bored.

That tracks, yeah.

[A special fuck you set up for the medicine men. What an honour.]

Oh for sure. There's no bored like country bored. [Camille smiles.] I'm a small town gal myself. Left as quick as I could for the city.

[ this game is three varieties of country accents, actually, in the form of camille, boothill, and alfyn. he's the midwestern country. ]

Nothing like small town, right? Love Clearbrook, despite all that, but it's a whole different thing getting out into the big, wide world and the huge cities.

You learn to make fun where you can in a way that the city folk don't really hold a candle to, though.

[She goes a little quiet at that.]

Yeah. Yeah you do.

[A beat.]

What do you think we should do to liven this place up?

[ girl you need to actually warm yourself up at the pyre but theater dissociation sounds about up his alley, also, when not staring into the blue flames.

alfyn pauses when he sees her just. wet and voidstaring, so he snaps his axe into the loop on the back of his belt and makes his way over to his chest, popping it open and pulling out the blanket that he grabbed when they first found themselves drawn to the theater.

and then he comes over, walking heavily and within her technical line of sight so he doesn't super spook her. the blanket gets dropped over her shoulders, even if she maybe already has one. ]

[Alfyn my guy ;;]

Thanks.

[She takes a slow and steady breath.]

I heard this wasn't how you found the place.

[ a don't mention it hum. but. ]

Magic's hidin' it, yeah.

[ he settles to sit next to her while respecting her personal bubble. ]

It's trashed - I'd say you got even less reason to go on the stage, now, 'cause it's worse than it usually is. Some of the seatin' is wrecked, too.

[ alfyn looks. so at home here, at the ranch. he's got a piece of fresh straw in his mouth, and he's crouched down in the barn to pet one of the cats in there while dani thumps her tail into the ground next to him. but the moment that she notices someone's joined them, she turns to do her greeting routine and alfyn pauses in what he's doing to greet camille with a lopsided grin.

there's still tiredness there, but by god is he keeping spirits up. ]

Hey, Cam! Gotta say, this place's a lot better than what's back at the village. Not really the kind of countryside I grew up with, but, y'know, still good. Animals are all friendly and the floor's not gonna fall out under us like it does in the theater.

[oh my god.]

Looks like you're fitting in just fine.

[She'll wander in, watching her step lest she straw into a cow plop. She's still got her usual look, and that includes the leather ankle boots. They're not in pristine condition but she'd rather not track shit home with her.]

I was countryside-adjacent. The family business was hog-butchering. But we made enough money to live large, far from the pig pens and the bloodshed.

Eh, not so hard to enjoy it for what it is.

[ a reprieve from the village. but he hasn't gone clothes shopping yet, because that kind of thing is sort of overwhelming, so he's just in his usual and careful not to drag his vest on the ground while he's crouched.

cow plops are also landmines that he's going to be dodging. ]

Mmm, I see. We don't have farms too close to Clearbrook, just some personal gardens and livestock, so this's only sorta familiar. Waitin' for the catch, but we gotta make the best of it while we can.

[Camille nods, then jerks her head to the haybales.]

Think if we pull those apart a body will fall out?

[So spooky scary.]

[Hunting him down, please say we're back in our clown home]

Alfyn?

[ 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?

[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.

[ 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.

...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?

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.

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?

Hey, um. [Awkward. Camille approaches with the gait of a scorned teenager, not a woman in her mid-thirties. Arms around her middle and grimacing.] I wanted to say I'm sorry. I know insinuations of all kinds fly around, but...

[She holds. Looking at her feet.]

And I'm sorry about Erin, too. And Karma.

[ i love you camille. alfyn looks up from where he's plucking the white, tiny flowers from the yarrow in his hands off the green stems and processes this apology.

and then he gives her a small but genuine smile. ]

Shucks, nothin' you gotta apologize for, Cam. I mean - I fit the bill, and I've got the axe for it. You're definitely not the only one that considered it. Promise I didn't take any offense for it.

For Erin, and Karma... at least we got an answer. I don't like it, and wish that tomorrow didn't have to happen, but. It's somethin', you know? The world's worst prize for bein' right.

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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