[well, she feels okay enough to curse so that's great. she allows him to help her up - leans on him a bit because she's unsteady, but not too much. she is large and does not want to squish. and then she mumbles, stupidly:]
[ Really important to say that because of my hc it means that this is also said with a northern mixed European accent. It's okay, Daan holds his own and doesn't just fall right over when she leans on him at least. They can head towards the refectory... it's closer, and while the cabin is nice, they were already stuck there once. ]
[okay, but - it makes her laugh? it's lame and sad but she laughs, so maybe that is a win. it's really funny when it comes from a yeehaw but she thinks it's even funnier when it's this accent and daan's typical just like, monotone type delivery.
her tail just drags on the ground behind them though. too tired to hold it up.]
... Wish Caelus hadn't eaten the smut paper. It was kind of good, really. [karlach please]
[to be fair boothill tried to eat it to hide the evidence first but he doesn't like. have saliva. or the ability to eat, i think. so it kind of just fell out.]
Girl's got to keep herself entertained in hell somehow. [flops down at the table. she probably should eat but she kind of just stares at it.]
[she is slowly regaining signs of life, which is nice.]
Oh, fucking horrible. [takes a drink.] I was on the frontlines most times. The worst sort of camps you can imagine, with devils on one side and demons on the other. Not a single friendly face. Plenty of dicks who liked to gamble, though.
No, it won't. And while a part of me does maybe wonder it would be unwise to stay away from it entirely, just in case, I also can't deny that I have to consider the possibility of some kind of answer lying in there.
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He gives her a pat on the shoulder. ]
Alright. You feel like moving? I think you could benefit from coming back inside. Or I can come back to you.
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No. [she grumbles a little. but.] I can get up. I should move.
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Feels like shit now, but might feel a little less like it if we get out of this... atmosphere.
[ He still hates how it looks outside, thanks. He'll stand on her better side, ready to help her up. ]
Come on. Give me your arm.
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Fucking fog.
[well, she feels okay enough to curse so that's great. she allows him to help her up - leans on him a bit because she's unsteady, but not too much. she is large and does not want to squish. and then she mumbles, stupidly:]
Forking fog.
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[ Really important to say that because of my hc it means that this is also said with a northern mixed European accent. It's okay, Daan holds his own and doesn't just fall right over when she leans on him at least. They can head towards the refectory... it's closer, and while the cabin is nice, they were already stuck there once. ]
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her tail just drags on the ground behind them though. too tired to hold it up.]
... Wish Caelus hadn't eaten the smut paper. It was kind of good, really. [karlach please]
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I'm not surprised you like reading that, actually...
[ OKAY. Here, sit down at a table. He'll get them water and a bland-ass bread she can choose to eat or not. ]
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Girl's got to keep herself entertained in hell somehow. [flops down at the table. she probably should eat but she kind of just stares at it.]
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[ What IS hell like. This is fine also, he won't force her to eat if it doesn't stay down but he does nudge the water a bit closer. ]
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Yeah. I mean, it's not easy. You've got do a load of trading for it. Half the time the trade isn't worth it, because devils suck the biggest of asses.
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[ Imagine devils are actually very friendly. ]
What was life like there? If you don't mind. I mean more the mundane aspects...
[ Since he definitely isn't asking her to expound on her trauma and bad times on this unholy Sunday. ]
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Oh, fucking horrible. [takes a drink.] I was on the frontlines most times. The worst sort of camps you can imagine, with devils on one side and demons on the other. Not a single friendly face. Plenty of dicks who liked to gamble, though.
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They're warring down there?
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[ Blood... is often spilled... in war... well it could be symbolic like noble blood or whatever but Daan ain't about that. ]
...The person you were sold to, I'm assuming.
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... Yeah. [she can't remember if she told him outright or if he just guessed, but. hey.] That's the one.
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...Are you free from them now?
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Something you'd wish for?
[ She doesn't need to answer that. He's minding his own business a little, at least physically, looking at his water. ]
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Thought about it. I don't want to tie someone to me, though. So.
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For a wish with no guarantee will be true, strengthening internal monsters and dooming another to die with you on top of it...
It's all bad news.
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[no thank you tentacles.]
Won't stop some people though.
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Choices.
[ He sighs. ]
And their respective consequences, of course.
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she doesn't know.]
I'm... staying open to it. If it saves us, I'll do it. And people have asked me if I'll look for their partners for them. So that's where I'm at.
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And you agreed?
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