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[pyropathic_ambicide]

Who: Saguaro and youuu
When: Day 37, Mooorning
Where: Common area
What: hella questin!!

[so she is a tiny girl, and minus being covered in tattoos it's easy to overlook her, but she is probably pretty good at getting your attention when she holds her hand up in the air and a flamethrower shoots out.

she keeps that up for a few seconds just so some heads are turned and then lets it die out]

Okay so! I don't know most of you guys, but in Dellen's name I am looking to help out with some shit. I am good at basically anything involving fire except cooking, and I can manage just about anything that relies on common sense or bullheadedness. I don't really care what you want help with so hit me up so I can get a fucking toilet.

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[untempered]

[nope, and a childhood growing up in jungles means he can still keep up a mean pace, even through all the tangled undergrowth.]

[intellectum]

[well, how about leaving me in the jungle. He starts going slower, his trepidation leaking out]

[untempered]

[his footsteps recede.]

[intellectum]

Noric!

[still trying to move onward]

[untempered]

[no response. you can't hear him running anymore, either.]

[intellectum]

Noric! Answer me, please.

[untempered]

[...

from somewhere up ahead, there is a howl of complete misery.]

[intellectum]

[going faster]

[untempered]

[once you get close enough, outside one of the uncleared apartments, you can feel him again. it's not pleasant.]

[intellectum]

[stepping inside]

Noric.

[untempered]

[he's on his knees in the midst of the thick greenery, staring at the opposite wall, tears running down his face.]

[intellectum]

[immediately coming up and hugging him tightly]

[untempered]

[doesn't move. despairguiltloss.]

[intellectum]

Oh, Noric.

Priests don't come to Lepus.

[untempered]

They didn't have to. Not in the Sacred City.

[intellectum]

[his grip tightened]

I don't believe it.

[untempered]

[his voice is hollow]

They would have been helpless.

[intellectum]

Noric... that's not how it works.

[untempered]

How what works. Your brother's experiments? The priests losing their sanity? Mine?

I can't... I can't do this...

[intellectum]

You didn't lose your sanity. You were suffering.

The others... they didn't suffer. They were extinguished. Quick and painless. I know.

[untempered]

The ones who killed themselves... those of the sea. But those of the forests, the fields, those of iron... our suffering doesn't end with our gods.

[intellectum]

Noric, your suffering doesn't define you. Or them. You saw them on their last days, but you're already forgetting them at their best.

[untempered]

I hate him.

[intellectum]

I know. [there's a deep sadness] I know.

[untempered]

I hate what he's done. I hate that he exploited my... my friends. My allies. When they'd suffered enough. I hate what happened to them... to our world. This world. I hate it here.

I. I hate these gods.