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i'm a healer but meme goes here

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weekend 0, saturday!

[historicals]

[ hello!!! out in the gazebo area, shadowheart can find taair, who is no longer sexy, sitting in the grass. he's got a big red book open in his lap, and appears to be writing something down in it, lifting his head every now and then to just inhale and enjoy his surroundings, and then resume writing.

and!! if she doesn't immediately come run over, she might hear him murmuring quietly to.... someone? something? loud enough to be heard, though. ]

This is very nice, isn't it? It was beginning to feel as claustrophobic as before, but - it's already gotten a bit better, hasn't it, my friend...?

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[nods. no longer sexy. a dog. she's changed into her casual outfit]

...I must admit, the amenities are much improved. It only raises further questions.

week 0; monday

[sacredpath]

[let's use the new locations so this is out near the entrance to the lighthouse, but shadowheart has stopped her exploring around when she's suddenly been overcome by affection week. she hears a chirping sound from a bush as the owlbear cub comes trundling back out from whatever pile of trash it was rooting around, some french fries in his mouth.

and shadowheart instantly starts talking to him in a baby voice]

There you are! Getting into trouble, are you? Don't get me kicked out of here, please.

[she will also throw her arms around his fluffy neck and start petting his feathers while she continues to baby voice at him.]

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[ this is unbearably cute. do you ever feel like you just sort of walked in on something you were not allowed to see

taair is actually up at the top of the lighthouse stairs - so when he hears a commotion, he starts to make his way down, and then pauses, leaning on the wall to watch for a second, to let her have a Moment... cute.....

and then, he will clear his throat lightly so she knows he's there because he's not too much of a staring weirdo. ]

Good day, Miss Shadowheart. And good day to your fine feathered friend as well!

week 1; monday

[sacredpath]

[let's browse the christmas stalls. she'll find a little present addressed to her.]

What do you want to bet I don't want this?

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Oh - come now, I'll take that bet. Surely, it must be something you'd like, Miss Shadowheart!

[ this is going to be something incredibly stupid but he's the optimist healer ] And if nothing else, it's rather thoughtful.

week 1; thursday

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[where is taair resting? back in his room? she knows others got to him, but she'll still come by to check and help if she can.]

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[ he is, yes! at some ostensible point he regained consciousness, and is just sitting in his bed, quietly looking out of the window, hands folded in his lap. he's not particularly responsive, or at least he doesn't seem to realize he has company. ]

week 1; friday

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[voids you voids you voids you.]

I can't say I'm surprised.

[but her lips are pressed tightly together, concerned, while purple and black smoke blooms on her skin like bruises. she's upset, even if she's not saying it.]

...How are you?

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[ i love void

taair is here, looking no better than yesterday - still, he manages a little smile just in greeting, though it doesn't last. ]

No...no, neither am I. [ unfortunately. ] And for it to escalate, I'm... it's very concerning.

Come... sit with me for a while, Miss Shadowheart. I think I could use the company.

week 2; monday

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[your choice of prompt! give me baby, give me au timeline, or just ask for something from me? it's up to you. she will be found in the new areas, enjoying the wildlife and flowers even if they're slightly unsettling. let's say near the dark woods.]

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[ ahhhh OKAY SHAKES WELL THEN

what shadowheart gets to see first is a familiar blue chao - taairs, if the bowtie with a cute bird pin is any indication. usually a jolly little fellow, who squeaks at her and then starts to beckon her to follow, looking as distressed as a little chao guy can look. if she chooses to follow it, eventually...

among the flowers, shadowheart can find taair himself, laying down in a patch of convallaria flowers. he looks mostly the same - his fine clothes are still the same, all blues and golds and birds. the only difference is his hair is slightly longer, perhaps, and more importantly, perched on his head is an ornate golden crown.

his eyes are closed at the moment, though it seems like he might just be asleep. ]

week 3 monday

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[ i've read nothing on locations yet we are void

reflective surface time! ]

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[phew. well, running through the house of mirrors, seeing all of these pieces of his life, makes some sense of things.

she does know what it's like, to be lied to, to be told not to question things, to start putting pieces together but to have no one to talk about that with.

politics and kingship and royalty are all things very outside her realm of experience, but this lady does seem like a huge bitch.

she turns down another hallway, trying to find if there's a way out of this, a way not to get pulled deeper into all of taair's memories, but she seems to be very much in the middle of it.]

week 3; friday

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[voids us.

god what a horrible friday. she's just looking at the chipper updates, still trying to process it.]

Another damned apple, I suppose.

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[ this game is trying so hard to keep us apart i keep not getting notifs for your stuff on plurk ]

...yes - especially since new ones were added. [ three new apples! three new temptations to murder. taair looks as somber as he always does on fridays, shaking his head. ] I had hoped not to see the dawn of another day with two missing from our number.

week 3, saturday

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[ after all of that, taair is back out in the flower garden! he's sitting near the memorials with his sketchbook in his lap, page open but nothing new drawn there, and just kind of rubbing his temples.

when he sees shadowheart he stops though, and gives her a small, tired smile. ]

Hello, Miss Shadowheart... [ polite as ever but also. man. today was just :man: ] How are you feeling, after all of that...?

[sacredpath]

[quite bad, actually. she's not a person who tends to cry, but a lot of feelings are catching up to her at once, and she'll at least allow some misery with her fury.]

I hate this.

week 4; monday

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[picking out a peppermint morningstar and testing its weight in her hands.

anyway, the mood today is sad, but doing a little better than she was over the weekend.]

You would not believe how poorly these hold up against skeletons.

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[ it's important to know that taair's emotions blip a "oh! pretty!" emotion at her haircut. it's important to me, sisi because i respect your bangs choices

anyway. this comment makes him laugh from where he's looking at a fancy looking rapier made out of... some kind of hard candy. it smells like lemons. ]

I think I might! But I'm sure it was a thrilling adventure - or at least one very sweet-smelling.

week 4 friday!

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[ on friday!!!! taair is in the hospital, stocking up his medical kit and looking over their injured. his emotions are anxious and grim, but there's an overlaying sense of calm as ever - and when he spots shadowheart, there's a soft bloom of warmth and affection, and he dips his head. ]

Miss Shadowheart. [ with a small smile. ] How are you feeling?

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[she's still pretty unsteady walking around, but she's stubbornly trying anyway. the mood is very bad, though.]

Hello, Taair. I would not say I am the best I have been. And you?

week 6; monday

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[she's in the cat cafe petting kitties but she's also idly working on a thought bubble, like she's trying to turn what is a small thought into something more detailed and colorful. she'll smile and wave him over.]

Come, would you like to sit?

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Oh! Good day, Miss Shadowheart.

[ taair immediately smiles back in return - his gaze is drawn to the thought bubble out of sheer curiosity, and he bows his head in polite greeting, and then immediately makes his way over, squatting down to hold his hand out to a cute little black cat. How charming... ]

Don't mind if I do. What are you up to, here?

week 6; thursday

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[hopital... she has been bandaged up, she's still bruised to shit but she's moving about. looking over to see taair.]

What happened to you?

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[ hopital.... he is bundled in many blankies. ]

Oh, Miss Shadowheart... [ ah... ] ... A trip through someone's memories, I think - and you...?