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Post by rosallora on May 29, 2020 9:44:11 GMT -8
"Who cares what it is! It's worth a small fortune - that's all that matters." She grips it hard, possessively, in her hand. She looks at the chest of gold, then to herself - her silks all in shreds, glass lodged in her front. "I'm hoping the doctors in this town are cheap; I'm going to need quite the stay." She glances at the beast, holding her portion tighter. She digs her hand into the chest, grabbing four of the heavy good coins and holding them close.
"We won't be paid for fish we didn't catch. So I'm taking my share of this."
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Post by EloHim on May 30, 2020 16:13:23 GMT -8
[Kallikantzaros] He sniffs the air then slowly starts to tumble away into the woods...towards the smoke in the far distance. If they wanted to carry that chest there - they could do so themselves.
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Post by Kidney on May 30, 2020 21:37:13 GMT -8
Semyon's eyes darted to The Beast as his hands darted to the gold pile, pushing bundle after bundle of gold into his pockets and his bag, leaving a few coins half-buried into the earth at his feet. He looked to Aurora after, shrugging. "O-Okay!" He said, ever-so-indifferent to her suffering, his own rivaled hers, and he did not offer much care to her own cuts. Though, he did look around, and pull his bag onto his shoulders, and made sure his gun wasn't damaged.
"I think we need to go back to town, y'know?" He said, reaching to pat Aurora on the shoulder. "C'mon buddy, we need to move." He was a bit sad, the adventure was over...over for now. At least for The Rus, who began to trudge back to the path ahead, and back to The Hamlet.
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Post by rosallora on May 30, 2020 22:01:46 GMT -8
She picks up what he's left in haste, pausing a long moment. The beast-turned-man hobbles off towards the safety of town, and, after a moment, the other does the same.
And she lingers.
She stares down at the hole full of black, and wonders what the sound of the wind would be as it whistled through her wounds on the way down. All full of glass, she'd shatter against stone, fragments of herself. She takes a step back, blinking, her hands going to her face to adjust the mask. It pressed against flesh as it should, the ribbon secure, despite everything.
There is salt on the breeze. It is dark in the way that souls are dark. She can hear the sea but she cannot see it; she can see the lights of town but she cannot hear the people there. And instead of suspended between two worlds, she has the strange feeling that instead she was a part of neither of them.
The woman feels with ungloved hand over herself, picking out slivers of glass and tossing the shards onto the ground, and occasionally into the pit, hearing them plink against wet stone. Again - she wonders. Her boot toes around the edge, it feels the weather-worn spot where air passes through the cavern.
Others may say no to the ether because they had more to live for. Others, for spite. Others, because they were too cowardly to embrace that new and great unknown. What was her reason?
There was starlight above. The glass under her boots crunches. She feels a laugh claw its way out of her chest, and it was raw, and hopeless, and true. She puts a finger of her glove in her teeth and pulls, her bare hands feeling the cool of the night. She bundles the crimson splotched things into a ball in her fist, and throws them down into that bottomless-feeling chasm.
Aurora turns. And she walks. It was over.
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