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Reality doesn’t always give us the life that we desire

WHO: Istredd and anyone!
WHAT: Catch-all for April
WHERE: Thorne, Horizon
WHEN: EARLY April for now, will put later prompts up as time goes on
WARNINGS: PTSD from the event, NSFW thread in comments

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"They disappear, no one has seen it happen in person, only know that the person is gone. Usually the most concrete sign, outside of them not being obviously around, is their domain disappears."

That is to assume most people make a domain, and in a way, it's a reason to have one. So people know if you're missing if it could be days or weeks before they notice you aren't around. Istredd lives in Thorne where it's incredibly easy to know when someone is gone. They live in close quarters. It is why Thorne was one of the quickest to realize something was wrong. Outside of the fact he was able to warn Lucifer right away.

"We don't think the factions can do it, otherwise they would get rid of problem Summoned far faster. It could be the summoning spell went wrong, or it coudl be the Singularity itself returns people. I'm afraid that is an answer we are unlikely to get."

Much of what the Singularity does is confusing. Istredd's been there in person and felt its power, even being at its very weakest during the Dimming.

"But there have been people who go home and return back here with their memories intact. They say when they went home, they remembered nothing of this place, until they were summoned again."

There are few things that can lift Istredd's spirits higher than fresh discovery, and Hayle is full to the brim with it. The day that they've had to explore Hayle has restored him temporarily to his eager and bright self, happily perusing through any parts of the university they allow, curious about the arcana decks and exhibits around the city. There are magical devices being sold that would never be thought of back home. There is a part of him that always thought Hayle would be glorious for someone like him, and it's living up to that expectation.

His fear is less when he can be this distracted and there always seem to be people around. Istredd has been putting a shield around himself more often than not when leaving the room which takes up a lot of his power and focus, and it is dropped here. If Lucifer isn't with him, someone else from Thorne is, and he is never actually alone. Istredd's happy, in truth. Josselyn Creed is dead. Hayle has never-ending details for him to admire. And the angel he fell in love with is his now, somehow.

Until now, clothes for these events has always been something he just has to endure. Istredd has two tunics and both of them are very simple and helps him hide in plain sight, something he prefers. He tells himself he is getting a full set of formal wear so he doesn't have to again. Hayle is the epitome of fashion, they have a spending allowance, and if he gets something here, he can wear it to everything they do from now on. It is logical. Pragmatic.

It definitely doesn't have to do with if his partner would care how he looks in fancier clothes. Lucifer's never indicated that he would care about that. Istredd feels very much like a male bird showing off his bright colors for a mate when he looks at himself in the mirror. He normally wears subdued blues and blacks, and he feels very foolish standing out like this. Yet the suit is fitted perfectly to his tall and lean frame and it is more comfortable than he expected, having thought he would be stiff all night. It was pointed out to him that this shade would make his already vivid blue eyes 'pop' and he has to agree that it does. They'll probably be visible across an entire room reflecting off of this.

Confidence plays a part in this, he knows that, and he has never had much of it but today he is feeling good. There were so many books. He got to chatter at too many fellow scholars, acting extroverted for the first time in his life. Istredd has planned an illusion show for this event, a way to put himself on the map intentionally. And he cannot deny that looking like this will help accomplish that among the snobbish Thorneans.

Those are all the things he told himself. And not that he is secretly hoping that Lucifer will like what he sees and be glad to have chosen him. They are not supposed to be at the event yet and he told Lucifer he would meet him in the room before they go. Mostly as a chance to center himself before being in public, and maybe get a boost of confidence from his partner.

The room at the inn is beautiful, of course, everything here is. Istredd is inside and unlike him, he is pacing the room back and forth, waiting but also trying not to chicken out and slip into one of his other tunics.

Appearance isn't something that Lucifer is drawn to, though he can appreciate and understand the artistry of it just the same as anyone.

It's not even that very-human sense about 'it's what's on the inside that counts.' Or it is, but it's more. Soul-deep. Passion and ingenuity. Inspiration and creativity. Acuity and aptitude. The depths of what Pops poured into mind and being. The parts that were so strong and loud that Lucifer could tweak to send over the edge because they were just that bright.

This isn't a soul he's tried to tarnish, albeit because from the start he wanted to use it as a shield, and oftentimes those function better without corruption.

Now Lucifer just wants to know what Istredd's soul tastes like. If there's something that sets mages apart from witches and humans. If there's some deeper meaning that drew Lucifer in and kept him interested. Pity that he can't actually taste it. ... Safely.

Lucifer knows how to dress up, if he rarely does. Money is always tight, especially with his later plans and his missed trip to Nocwich's Hunting Grounds. Typically he holds onto Thorne's "allowances" that they are so kind give. He doesn't need trinkets or goods, though weaponry would be nice, but that's always risky. He'd hold to his coin here, too, except...

Well. He can rock that devilish title from time to time. And now that he's well aware (at last) that someone is looking, oh, he's going to flaunt it just a bit and have fun with it and preen as much as he damn well feels like.

I don't know what you're so worried about, Lucifer says from the doorway, snuck in and having been leaning against the frame.

While his mind is nearly clear now--just a few occasional twitches towards static, but they're rare--he purposely kept it as much on stealth as he could manage so that Istredd couldn't sense him coming. He recognizes that might just startle the man, but he wanted a moment to watch him while Istredd was consumed in his own distractions.

Lucifer can feel the underlined nervous tics from Istredd, but his own confidence may be enough for the both of them. "You are stunning."

Edited 2023-04-16 06:08 (UTC)

Kahlil hasn't yet completely figured out the whole Lucifer-Castiel-Michael connection.

He gives Istredd a sidelong glance.

"No reason. You've both just been, ah, sequestered."

Which isn't really strange, all (recent) things considered. But still.

Even the clothes he wore on ascension day, when becoming officially a mage and the place filled to the brim with royalty, were picked for him and he managed to keep it bland. It was the first time he really dressed up and the last thing he was there to do was to draw attention.

Mages do feel different from average humans. Most people with supernatural abilities can sense it on them. Chaos consumes them, empowers them. Hundreds of years they will be sustained on that power. It's just that Istredd is more subtle than most of them. He's always felt the difference in Lucifer. Before he knew what an angel was, something in his Chaos pinged against it. That has never mattered in the end. The details were. The more he learned, the more the cracks fractured, the hungrier he became for the man.

It is why he couldn't be satisfied with a normal polite bond. Official, guarded, proper. They were doomed to end up here, he knows that much. And regrets not a single thing about it.

For example. Istredd's nerves succeed in keeping him just distracted enough not to sense him coming near and he turns to look at him as well. His cheeks immediately flush from the compliment and Lucifer can feel the pleasure of his success bleed through. He has never dressed up for anyone hoping for a compliment. Everything between them is new and impossible.

A compliment from Lucifer for something so shallow as appearance does the trick, his blush followed by a wave of smugness and confidence. "Well I am trying to draw attention for once." In theory, attention from the Thorne officials, in practice, Lucifer.

Now it is his turn to give his partner a look over and he has found him obnoxiously handsome for so long that it seems unfair to dress up on top of that. Istredd would want him if wearing a burlap sack, but the clasps on the shirt. The leather tight pants. The bright blue snakeskin that feels so very him and also matches his own clothes to perfection. Istredd takes his time to look at him from top to bottom.

No, you need to change, you're too attractive. Half-joking, half-serious. He wants to devour Lucifer whole. For months Istredd has successfully pushed away his attraction to Lucifer to protect him from unwanted attention. But there is no hiding the desire that bleeds between them and he wants to put his hands on him.

He gives in a tiny bit by walking close to him and reaching out to touch the jacket in particular. The fabric is scale-adjacent, it is reasonable to want to feel that for himself. "I'm going to be distracted all night," he whines.

"I've been sequestered, and he doesn't like me being out of his sightline." The flat out truth. Istredd is hiding in the room and writing notes or living in the Horizon. He hasn't been doing well mentally to say the least. Him going out here on his own is more of a stubborn insistence that he can handle this. That he doesn't have to be fearful hiding under beds instead of dealing with it.

So arguably, Lucifer should be with him right now, and might not love that he put himself in jeopardy where he couldn't see. But this is more about proving to himself that he isn't trapped in a cage of his own making. Lucifer being panicked about Istredd not in his sightline is an admittance of how important he is to the angel.

"We're possibly going to Nott soon. He got a fisherman there killed and wants to pay the family." Which probably sounds surprisingly kind of him. Istredd thinks his insistence of maintaining a good relationship with Nott is only part of the answer.

"Yes, I've already been," Sabine offers readily.

There's a just as ready warmth that brightens up her face at the mention of the communal liminal space. It hadn't been hard to reach or to understand. It was a place she'd felt intimately familiar with from the moment she woke up in it. She hadn't decided if it was more curious if it existed or that through it, she could watch the colts all around learning to use it.

"I'll have to keep an eye out for your library the next time I'm there. Anything specific I should be looking for?" She couldn't simply assume libraries might look the same universes over. Knowledge was not kept the same in every universe or realm within and beyond those. "What sorts of books do you have?"

This information fills in a few things for Jayden that he'd been missing and also answers a particular lingering fear; someone he'd known in the pit had disappeared, but there hadn't been any indication he'd been killed. Perhaps he'd just returned to his world and its weird two-headed animals, which hadn't sounded like the best place, but it had been better than the pit. It's even better if the people who left didn't remember anything.

It's almost strange to feel reassured about something, especially unexpectedly, after how awful almost everything has been for most of his time in Abraxas. But he's certainly not complaining, taking a moment to turn what Istredd told him over in his head a few times, and there is something amidst the rest of it that stands out a bit.

"'Problem Summoned?'" He hadn't heard about anyone in the Summoned causing particular issues or, alternatively, the factions deciding they don't like a particular Summoned, but whatever the story--or stories--there, it seems worth knowing.

For the first week, Wilhelm recuperates in his room, leaving only to take meals in the dining hall. Dipping into the Horizon keeps him from going stir crazy, and Elrond, recovering from their ordeal too, provides built-in company when the elf's not absorbed in one of the many books he keeps within reach of his bed.

In the second week, when his wounds have staved off infection long enough to seal up completely, he resumes training with Kyle. Though, they return to the basics and stay there for now, to let his body get accustomed again.

Around this time, he expects to hear from Istredd regarding his magic lessons too, and this invites a sense of dread to sit in his gut. Not for practicing his magic. After relying on his connection with fire to survive the plunging temperatures on the mountainside, he's more confident in his abilities than he's ever been.

But he can't forget how he'd screamed and shoved and spat at Istredd, only for the mage to be dead right. There were no ghosts among them in the pit; there were only his own delusions decomposing his mind. They hadn't talked much after that. Wilhelm's stubborn pride made sure of it.

So he dreads, but no message comes.

By the third week, he decides to meet this thing head on. It probably looms larger in his mind than the reality of it warrants. He knows how his anxiety amplifies everything into a crisis that nobody else can see. Though, by the time he enters the tower that occupies Istredd's domain, he's second guessing himself. It's equally likely that Istredd, realizing what a petulant child he is, has made up his mind to discard him as a student.

As Wilhelm wanders up the curving staircase to the second floor, the ravens flock to him. They land, wings fluttering, on the bannister beside him and swap perches so that they still shadow him as he goes up. They caw and tilt their heads in curiosity.

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"You'll have no problems there." Grabbing attention, that is. Lucifer even hopes Istredd manages to pull the eye of the Thorne officials; stick it to them. Stick it to all of them for just using them as their little tools.

Any tool can be too sharp. Thorne will learn that one day, Lucifer will make them see it.

He ghosts a touch just under Istredd's tie, grinning, but doesn't mess it up despite the desire very noticeably being there.

Pity, he says, with no sympathy his plight. He's brimming with satisfaction. But I suppose if you think it could help, he adds, which alone should be an Early Warning sign as he makes the "painstaking" move to shoulder out of his jacket, holding it up by the collar alone, like that could possibly help even though they both very well know it only makes things worse.

Istredd has never put in a bid for attention before but he is warming up under it. "I signed up to put on an illusion show." It was an impulsive choice, and he may have already had some regrets. His skill is without question, but all those eyes on him. When he really only wants one pair of eyes on him. It's always been him being attracted to Lucifer.

"You are such a problem." He says with a sigh. Istredd should make him put his jacket back on but he is only human. He takes advantage of Lucifer's hand busy with the jacket and runs his hands down Lucifer's chest, playing with the clasps on his tunic.

"You know, this is technically our first outing as a couple." They have been doing everything as a couple for a long time, but Istredd doubts he'll be able to stop himself from looking besotted all night.

Edited 2023-04-18 02:29 (UTC)

Istredd has not been intentionally avoiding him, he looked in on him when he was sleeping and recovering, but he didn't know that. It thought it for the best to give him time, it had been very brutal in there for a time. He was one of the people who gave into the sickness. And perhaps a part of him was reluctant because he had been forced to put his hands on Wilhelm and contain him, something he would normally hate to do.

Mostly it is because he was struggling himself. He has barely left the room since they got back. He's shuddering at shadows, avoiding people and quiet places, very unlike him. He is spending much of his time in the Horizon, too much of it. He says for good reason, but it's to escape to a safe place.

The ravens are Lucifer's creation so they react positively to anyone with ties to him. They will nuzzle at Wilhelm and one might even hop onto his shoulder, cawing. Istredd hears them squawk and steps out from his hiding spot in the second floor space that they use for conspiracy. He has an entire conspiracy board for this alone now.

He didn't think Wilhelm was ready to return to lessons. He already struggles. He pops into view and smiles faintly. "Wilhelm. How are you?"

"If you do magic then you don't have to talk to anyone," Lucifer points out. He just has to do what he's already good at and people will keep their distance, though they may approach him afterwards. Still, there are worse things. It's not a speech.

That's the best compliment anyone could give me, he practically trills at being called 'such a problem'. This really should be no surprise.

"Last chance," he offers, but there's no seriousness to the words, no overwhelming levels of doubt from the early parts of that night. Last chance to back out, to not go through with whatever this is between them. To simply let it go. "Otherwise," he continues, leaning into Istredd's space, "I am dragging you out to that dance floor."

"You make a good point. This is why I keep you around." He laughs and that will help some of his nerves. Istredd knows that his abilities can be impressive, given the chance, Stregobor taught him well. It won't be his first time. But it still is in front of many people, and mages on top of that. It has to be perfect. He has been studying intently all the Arcana.

He hums at that and his hands curl into Lucifer's shirt, tugging him closer. "I think we can spare five minutes." It's playing with fire but Istredd is very much in love and he is still reveling in the fact he gets to do this now. He has been good about not invading Lucifer's personal space outside of times like this, privately in their room.

He kisses him with far more passion than he should for five minutes but it is supposed to sustain him for the rest of the night. Istredd normally doesn't dance but being in Lucifer's arms for that sounds so good. He needs a taste of it now. His fingers curl into his hair and muss it slightly, holding his head still so he can take what he needs.

That adoration Lucifer enjoys feeling is pouring into him now.

"A few barfights, and people are pretty pissed off in general, but— they got good medics in Free Cities. We'll do fine."

She doesn't like to think about the sap, to be honest. It's one of those things that was too... uncertain. She didn't really understand the action of medi-gel either, but Shepard had spent a long time comforting herself that someone did, that the whole medical system upon which it rested had looked at the stuff with important words like 'peer review' and 'patent file' and that it had all checked out according to multiple governmental bodies, councils, and jackasses in lab coats with degrees.

Sap was goo, by comparison. Goo from a tree. What sense did that make, as a medicine? So she distracts herself.

Rooibos is good for that, incidentally, and in short order he has Shepard crooning and earning himself some chin-scritches and promises of treats. And wouldn't he like a better name for such a big and good bird, like maybe killer? Shepard thinks he might.

"I think after being kidnapped to an alternate dimension, having a second, less kind kidnapping is almost a relief— at least we knew where we stood with those freaks. I don't know how it goes elsewhere, but in Free Cities they're downright nice about it, all things considered. It's pretty damn disorienting."

"It's in a tall stone tower with red brick at the top. Sometimes there is lightning striking up there. Inside is the library, the door will just open for you. The library goes up the entire tower."

Once upon a time, the outside was a monolith instead, pure black and a giant stone to contrast with the Singularity. After seeing Cirilla's fear of the monolith, he transformed it entirely. Sometimes he misses it, but it wasn't worth keeping. The Tower of the Gull is more attractive anyway, more encouraging of people to visit. It is very dramatic to step inside and look up to what seems like endless shelves and floors. A dream library, made that way on purpose.

"Most of mine are magic books and the history of my sphere. Archaeology of the continent too, and family lineages, things that don't ultimately matter here." It hasn't changed him from having them there though. It's reassuring, in a way. The magic books are helpful though.

"I put together books I've memorized here in Thorne and written down the history as they've told it. I don't really believe much of it is true, but that is not unusual." Meaning he doesn't think Thorne is the only place that probably lies about its history. "After a thousand years or so, most people only know legends."

"I think Thorne would call all of the original Summoned who fled to the Free Cities and Solvunn problems. If they could have sent them all back, they would have."

That is why Istredd's suspected from the beginning they don't have the ability to do that. Which does seem strange, spells usually do have a way to reverse, but he has a low opinion on Thorne's mages, in truth. Many of their decisions seem foolish to him and they seem to be playing with forces they don't entirely understand. He can relate, honestly, both personally and through the Brotherhood, but it doesn't excuse their reckless magic.

"It would have helped them restart this experiment of theirs without anyone else talking poorly about their actions in the start." That seems the most logical thing to him, if he were running this show. Istredd knows that Thorne is dangerous and an active problem, but he has to live with them, so living within their control is all he can do.

"We don't have the freedom for barfights, which is for the best. No one wants to be in Thorne's dungeons." Istredd knows that personally, having put spells on said dungeons, after being requested to. He thought it for the best so he knew where they all were and could get around them later. But Thorne is so oppressive compared to other places. They can barely go to pubs let alone start fights in them.

Rooibos is enjoying the attention and she now has a lifelong friend, or a Horizon friend at least. The other ravens do occasionally pick favorites. Since they're not his, he never really knows what they're going to do. It's nice to see the friendly raven get a good response. Rooibos is more often shooed off.

"Did we know where we stood with them? I don't think we know what their real intentions were. Experimenting on us with rituals, yes, but to what end?" Istredd shrugs. He doesn't know the answer, he is merely asking the question. To see what happened, probably, but he doesn't know if they got any answers they wanted from it. Josselyn Creed may be the only person who can talk about the intentions. Some day they'll get their hands on her.

"Thorne is glad to have us back, yes. They had a little celebration, which was fairly eerie. Welcome back from your second kidnapping." Istredd is rare in that he doesn't ultimately mind being here. He has reasons to actually like being here. But it doesn't make any of this acceptable, especially not for others. "They're always strange though."

[Ah. Less about Summoned being unreasonable, more about them being inconvenient to a faction's goals. He'd heard only a little about the Summoned that had been the first brought in by Thorne, but everything about that situation sounds like it had been terrible, and that--as well as the other factions' attitudes toward the Summoned--had been something in the back of Jayden's mind that he'd planned to learn more about after settling in.

Those plans had been interrupted by the cultist death pit, however, and he hasn't exactly had the strength or motivation to try and learn more about this world's politics just yet. But having stumbled onto the topic now, the faint senses of curiosity and trepidation that he'd had before are returning.]

Which faction are you in?

[He should ask that first, he supposes; he's never seen Istredd in the Free Cities, but that really doesn't mean much, as he hadn't actually met all that many Summoned outside of the pit and hasn't been particularly social since they were rescued.]

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He hums at that, but doesn't push. Maybe when Istredd is feeling better he'll tease him a bit. More seriously, he remains worried about the man. While Kahlil can't hold what Lucifer did on the mountain against him, he also can't fully trust that the divine being won't lose control again in the same way again.

(a flash of Jath'ibaye/John's fist through Kahlil's chest, the Rifter's face pale with shock hanging over him - the impossible memory flares again now)

He shakes his head suddenly.

"Did he?" Kahlil frowns deeply, feeling a small stab of guilt. But even if he could've prevented the man's death, he couldn't reasonably have shadowed Lucifer everywhere while they were trying to cover as much ground as possible...

"No offense intended, but - does he have money...?" So few of them do. Kell has a job, he knows. And Kahlil would offer some of the coin he earned, if needed. He's not really surprised that Lucifer would want to maintain decent standing in Nott, he's more surprised that he'd intend to follow through.

"Collateral damage, unfortunately. When they were investigating Lake Circinus, a sea monster ate him." So there was nothing Kyle could have done, he would have just witnessed it too probably. There was a lot of collateral damage in the middle of this entire experience. Istredd can't count how many people died when the shrine monster was released. There were many more natives who died from the same things the Summoned survived.

"He saves all the money Thorne gives us sometimes instead of spending it." A little secret fact there, but hoarding money is something that makes sense. Istredd would be doing it himself, if he didn't have things he wanted to buy. "And that's part of why I'm going in town. I'm seeing if Thevan will buy my books. I have some from him but also from Nocwich and Luna." Istredd scraped and saved for one or two, not an extravagant amount, but they are his few belongings.

"It's fine, I memorized them and put them into my domain." So they aren't necessary for him to have. As he told Lucifer, his debts are Istredd's debts, it's as simple as that. "It's still not going to be enough to replace the primary provider, but it'll be something."

It brought her up short, the question. To what end? To what fucking end?

"Honestly, if you ever fully understand what's going on in the heads of people who deliberately do what those people tried to pull, that's a real problem," Shepard said, not looking away from the bird, though looking was all she was doing, "But believe it or not, this isn't my first time dealing with a fungus cult. Or a bunch of people preaching doomsday while worshiping something they don't understand."

But then, wasn't Abraxas just cults all the way down? There had been more than one reason for her to join the Free Cities army, after all. Say whatever you wanted, at least they were practical. You push people too far, either you won, or it blew up in your face. And whatever the odds, the consequences...

Some things you don't touch. Some sleeping dogs are best left lie.

"If you ask me, they probably had no real idea why they were doing it. Someone else wanted power, or information, or some way to replicate the transformation they were trying to put us through— Hell, maybe they even believed half that shit about being chosen. But in any case, they were just somebody's grunts."

Which didn't make them innocent. In a way, it made them worse; anyone can do evil in a moment of weakness. But to choose that kind of brutality, to go in knowing what you were doing, day after day, weeks on end, watching the consequences in as much detail as anyone could imagine... Even if they were sorry about it now, it was as much as to say that they'd known all along that what they were doing was wrong, and had done it anyways. And for what? Some higher ideal, some necessary purpose, something that might somehow make the suffering worthwhile and lend it value?

Or was it just because someone else had told them to do it, and nothing more.

"Even odds what they'll do with Creed, though," Shepard remembers herself then, and gives Rooibos another few scratches before trying to fob him off onto a nearby shelf, with limited success, "My money's on an execution. You might get away with murder if you're quiet, but nobody gets away with publicly embarrassing the people in charge."

The voice of experience.

She shares in his sense of humor as she takes a seat by his bedside, already leaning over to pour them both a cup of tea.

"Steve is always very heroic like that. It's almost downright embarrassing, honestly." her lips quirk as she pours one cup and then fills another. "At least all those muscles come in handy for something every now and then, though."

She reaches out to offer him one of the teacups, meeting his gaze. "I'm pretty sure I've never been bored a single moment in your classroom. But I'll be sure to let you know if that changes. It must be good to have access to your magic again. I understand that was pretty unstable down there."

"The source of most trouble in this sphere itself, Thorne. And they do deserve the distrust." Istredd is not a fan of his faction, not by a long shot, nor is anyone really. They are all just trying to make it through this situation. He doesn't know if anyone truly cares for their faction, although Wanda seems to like her time in Solvunn, as strange as that seems to him.

"Not long before this happened, we had a meeting right here in this library. The Thorne Summoned, to discuss our complicated and fraught situation." Istredd set up the secret meeting which is why it took place here, and it was a strange situation for him. He usually avoids social situations, but in this case, the formality was needed.

"We have none of the freedoms some of you have. We can't own businesses or make money, we can't move out of the castle. We aren't allowed weapons or anything to defend ourselves with. They're suspicious and controlling at all times." Istredd doesn't think most Summoned in other factions realize the extent to which the Thorne Summoned are like trapped rats. They're in the Horizon so he can talk about it.

"We have to go to the Horizon to talk because they're probably always listening."

Jayden has definitely not heard any of this. Of course, what little he'd been told about Thorne's experiments with the original Summoned had already given him something of a poor impression of Thorne, but it had been very vague; this is much more direct, much more concrete, and a bit shockingly so.

He knows better than to assume that nothing can be done just because it hasn't been done yet, but is also well aware that he doesn't have enough context or information to jump immediately to possible solutions. But this feels like something that should be much more of a priority than it seems to have been, and he folds his arms, tapping his fingers against his side in agitation.

"Does everyone know about this? That this is what you're all dealin' with there?"

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I'm cheating. - takes place pre-banquet

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it's fine, life gets us all <3

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you saw nothing with that format change augh