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                         The world is ever-changing.                   What are you going to do about it?

eclecticlysm -- multimuse RP blog featuring muses from Rise of the Ronin, Warframe, Nioh (OC), and Dark Souls Written by Rawbi (she/her, 30+)

   The knight glowers at the ground. That's not the point of her journey. The point is remembering everything. Her name, her home, her training... She sighs and looks away.

   The earth itself is pockmarked. Lucatiel touches fingertips to the edge of the decaying skin consuming her eye. Drangleic reeks of corruption and curses.

   Though that may be the toxic gas rising from the ground.

   "Mining something, perhaps," the stone seller said, sounding bored, "What that is I couldn't tell you. Nothing at all, perhaps. The laborers are all undead, moving on muscle memory alone. Well, if they dig up something interesting, let me know?"

   Lucatiel wonders how she'd react if she took off her mask. Blubbering embarrassment? Seems unlikely. She gave the impression of having rocks for brains.

   The door to the longhouse slides open and Sakamoto Ryoma sticks his head in. "Hide?"

   Toeing his boots off, he lets himself inside. He hopes Hide's here. This idea feels too important to share with anyone else. It's a real game-changer. A step forward. Proof that the world outside is full of wonders. All one has to do is be brave and look.

   He really hopes Hide is here.

   Sakamoto Ryoma has been kicked by a horse before. It'd been a warning shot, a reminder the big, black beast could cave in his ribs if he got any closer. It tagged him in the hip instead, leaving him with a massive bruise that lasted two weeks, a limp, and intense gratitude to the good chunk of the eight million gods watching out for him that day it hadn't hit him a few inches to the left.

   This feels like a full body horse kick. His head is a dead weight behind his aching teeth. The floor swims against his cheek. He pants for air, sopping wet clothes squelching as he wrenches himself to hands and knees. When the world feels solid, he opens his eyes.

   He doesn't have words to describe what he sees. Lots of metal. Little flickering lights, but no fire. People in white coats. They're staring at him.

   One of them he recognizes. He'd know those blue eyes anywhere.