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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    don't be scared, sing your song, bring your soul to it; jinn
    #1
    Oh no. Xero was so sure she’d followed directions right, but she must’ve gotten all twisty-tangled somewhere along the line, or otherwise this forest must just be super duper big, ‘cause she’d been wandering what felt like forever. It was s’posed to turn into like rocky hills with all sortsa different kinda plants, not so much with the endless trees. Which way was west again? Oh bother.

    Xero sighed and found herself a nice cozy-looking rock, and lowered herself to the ground to curl up and prop against it and rest for a minute while she tried to figure out how come west was not getting all Loessy like it was supposed to. It was so weird, ‘cause she was So Good at following directions too! Like the best really, except of course when she didn’t wanna listen, ‘cause she was also super good at NOT following directions if the occasion called for it.

    But this one for sure for sure called for following, and she’d done her very bestest to listen and still! Lost! She heaved another sigh and curled up with her head on her feet and her ears all askew, looking awfully pitiful and sorry for herself. She wasn’t even a little bit like sleeepy tired, just resty tired, or she’d curl up and sleep and hope her sleep-friends could tell her how to get to the safety island where no icky plague bugs could bite her and make her sick. Well, she even tried anyhow! Closed her eyes and everything, but then she just sorta lay there staring at the inside of her eyelids for a while and it was boring okayyy?

    Ugh. She shoulda just risked it and said yes and gone right along with, followed a handy dandy guide all the way to the island. Probably she’d even BE there by now, and she BET there’d be fun friends to play with and people to snuggle and all sortsa good things. And instead, here she was, with nobody to cuddle but this dumb rock.

    @[Jinn]
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    #2
    Jinn
    I had a dream that we were dead,
    and we pretended that we still lived
    He had given little thought to the plague since he had learned of its existence. He cannot find disease frightening, not the way so many seem to. Death has already staked its claim upon his body, refusing to loosen its grip despite the way life clings so stubbornly to him. There is little more such an illness to could do to his body, little left for it to give. The way his bones press so sharply against his skin, his coat clinging patchily across flesh rotting from the inside out, stands in such stark relief to the boundless hale and healthy. No doubt any who stumble across him now believe him already afflicted by plague’s consciousless touch.

    For him, there is simply no way to win. There never has been.

    He has spent the morning idly toying with the beams of light that filter through the trees, creating and crafting whimsical shapes and accoutrements that might, for only a moment, distract from his sorrowful state. He had once thought he could use the light to give him a more pleasing appearance, but it seems one cannot mask a coin of lead beneath a thin veneer of gold for long enough to matter. The moment his skin had split and bled, as it so often does, the mirage had fallen away to reveal the mire beneath as he’d tried to patch himself back together.

    It seems fate has never seen fit to smile so kindly upon him.

    He is not so distracted however, that the sound of approaching hooves escapes his notice. He stills, his ears trained in the direction that faint noise had emanated from. Whoever it is comes no closer, and Jinn, for all his fear of rejection, seems to have a streak of masochism hidden somewhere in his breast. Though time and truth had told over and over again it would not be so, he cannot help the hope that refuses die deep within his heart.

    Perhaps one day he would be more than a monster. More than just a masque of fearful death.

    Peeking through the trees, he spies a girl. A child, really, curled up against the cold embrace of a large boulder. He hesitates then, abruptly uncertain of his actions. He did not wish to frighten her. She appears so small and innocent, no doubt still free from a world that knows monsters truly exist. But he cannot seem to make himself leave either.

    And so he stays hidden in the shelter of the trees. Perhaps he could give her something magical still. A way to remember him as more than a bone thin creature with a deathly visage. With only a thought, he sends a curl of light tumbling along the forest floor. It blossom before her, petals unfurling so beautifully. The only thing of his that would ever be lovely. Slowly, it reaches gentle fingers towards her, brushing across her cheek in an almost affectionate manner.

    He might have nothing else to give, but he could offer the comfort she seemed to crave.
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    #3
    @[Xero] has been infected by the plague (rolled a 3).
    She will show symptoms (rolled a 2).
    She will not express a trait (rolled a 2).

    @[Jinn] has been infected by the plague (rolled a 1).
    He will show symptoms (rolled a 4).
    He will not express a trait (rolled a 2).
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    #4
    Xero sulked and cuddled with her not-comfy-at-all new rock friend, wishing it were alive and warm and snuggly and wanting to fuss over her and nuzzle her and lick her forelock so it spiked straight up instead of going stray sideways or frontways or like half-sticky-uppy. Alone was hard, and it made her heart hurt, and she let her ears splay pathetically to either side as she tried to sleep even though she was only lost, not not tired.

    But a lovely bit of light distracted her from her sad sulk, coaxing her to open her eyes. It snuck closer and bloomed like a flower, and her eyes lit up too, going as wide as the brand new grin that stretched her face as she gasped with delight. “Oh!” It traced against her cheek, as though it were wiping away the tears she hadn’t quite cried this time, and she absolutely melted.

    “Hi,” she whispered, trying to nuzzle it back. It was hard to nuzzle light, though, ‘cause it wasn’t solid like rocks or trees or people. Still, she pushed her nose through it like she could, like she could feel it against her face as much as she could see it. She couldn’t, but she pretended, like she pretended so many things. Friends to play with, people to hold her and snuggle her and love her, she even pretended milk right into her grumbly hungry tummy, so this was nothing new. She was the best at pretend.

    “Are you my new friend?” she asked, just the tiniest whisper of hope sneaking into her voice. “I could really use one right about now. I got lost and I don’t know how to get to the island that’s supposed to keep me from getting sick.” And she really wasn’t feeling so good, now that she thought about it.
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    #5
    Jinn
    I had a dream that we were dead,
    and we pretended that we still lived
    To his delight, she accepts the stray beam of light without question, youthful eyes brightening with pleasure beneath its delicate touch. For a moment, he allows himself to become lost in the purity of the moment, to enjoy a child’s innocent joy in a beautiful, ephemeral thing. It is a thing he has never been given, and that he could give it to another despite the awful reality of his existence soothes the most ragged edges of his soul.

    It would be better, he thinks, if she never knew where that light came from. If she never knew of the monster who could build such fantastical shapes.

    But the hope in her voice keeps him tethered to his hidden hollow, unable to retreat as he no doubt should. That brief taste of joy stirs a longing in him. A desire to see more. To give more. Perhaps the one and only time he might offer something so good and lovely, without fear of watching disgust bleed into her eyes or the sharp sting of rejection as she turned away from his frightening visage.

    In this one small way perhaps, he could be her friend. Offer her comfort even if it is in such an insignificant way. And so he bends and folds the light until it becomes more solid, until it can curl lovingly across her skin, offering the warmth and touch she so longs for. He might have done so all day, but for a faint tendrel of guilt and worry that tickles at his conscience.

    She is lost, and he could not keep her here, away from those she knows and loves. Those who are no doubt seeking her, desperate to find her. That knowledge wars with his own fear. With the horrifying anxiety of discovery and rejection. But in the end, his conscience would always win against the dread of his own failings.

    The silence stretches so long that perhaps she has even forgotten her sad musings, moved on to new ones. But in the end, he breaks his silence, his voice echoing out from the safety of his hidden nook. “Do you… need help finding it?”

    He does not peek out at her, his bravery not quite extending that far. A small part of him thinks perhaps he can remain hidden even. Be nothing more than her friend the light, beautiful in his absence.
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