#blastedtree

Then again, it’s not hard for you to find her. She doesn’t often leave this place, and frankly it’s only due to hearsay that you found her in the first place that while ago. Getting down here is a chore, but should anyone make your presence their business, you weren’t afraid to show them the cold bite a (fake) blade could provide.

You clutch a plastic monogrammed bag in your hands, taking a moment to eye a couple glaring passerby before adjusting your glasses and peering at her once again.

TEGIRI: I noticed your usua/ wear is in tatters, so I took the /iberty of finding you some more appropriate c/othing. We of a simi/ar background are Nakama, after a//. It is on/y appropriate that I assist you.

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STOP BEING MEAN TO ME

“Really, Berserker, you should be more careful,” Saphir chided. The dressing down, interspersed with a lot of ‘tch’ing, had been going on longer than the actual repair of Fran’s injuries, although Saphir did have a remarkable ability to stitch up an arm while he talked at the same time.

“You’re lucky that you have someone like me around to fix you up after these little escapades. Could you imagine if it was only Jade around? He’d probably dissect you for the fun of it.”

And speaking of Jade…

“Would you hand me the bandages? This is ready for wrapping.”

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale!

Berserker will be housed in Apartment 321!

Rider will be housed in Condo 421!

Agent 8 will be housed in House 123!

You will retain all your previously unlocked skills and abilities.

Have fun!

     White walls. Empty. No open fields, no river teeming with the magical energy of life. Just a single man’s contained space, devoid of any encroaching memories.

     Arjuna sat on his knees, silent as the snow in summer. So tranquil and eerie, as if no one had ever so much as planted a single footprint along the untouched floor. But as the Berserker approached, he raised his head with a hollow smile that seemed to say he’d known she’d been on her way all along. Yes, he kept up the facade -- as if goodness was all he needed to exceed, all he could exceed, no matter how forced it felt.

     It was what was expected of him, even here. Especially here.

     The necromancer sat on the park bench. Keeping his hands busy kept his mind busy. Folding in more leaves and weaving in more dandelions, there wasn’t too much variety in this area of the park, but everything was nice, healthy and green. He had just finished a little bracelet when he  saw a shadow on the sidewalk before him.     “Hmm?”

Well this was different. He weighed his options as quickly as he could and determined that panicking would help him the least in a situation like this. Unfortunate, because it was almost his first instinct. Still, he knew he wouldn’t get anywhere until he first got his bearings.

“First things first, just where the hell am I? It looks normal enough at least, but people don’t just get swept away to a ‘normal’ city.”

The young magus was only seconds into a trek around the area when something impossible caught his eye. In a moment of utter confusion, he removed his glasses, rubbed his eyes, then promptly remembered he couldn’t see nearly well enough without them. It wasn’t wholly unfounded when the last time he saw her was in the middle of something just as impossible, he just had to confirm.