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[There’s a figure, a familiar one, staring at you from the distance. The same one that gave you the piece of rock, should Recall approach you. The same one that didn’t want to see you- didn’t want you to make a deal with Recall. The same one that wanted nothing more than for you to stay safe. To stay out of her shenanigans. To stay away from her.]
[His cloak is pulled over him again, and he gazes at you in an almost sad, pitiful look, mixed with disappointment and grief. He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t move to attack, just stares, the breeze gently pushing his cloak to the side to reveal his torn up Evil Champions’ Tunic, deliberately torn up- torn up as a result of an attack. He doesn’t move to hide it.]
[However, he does move to approach you.]
…
[He stays quiet as he steps forward, swiftly closing the distance between you and him with determination, steps loud. Seems like he’s not coming up to attack, if he’s not bothering to hide himself.]
[He, however, does infact flick your forehead when he comes close to you, eyebrows furrowed in worry as he then brings her arms down to places them on his hips, looking at you in both worry and controlled, cold anger.]
Recall. [He states, voice harsh.] You made a deal with Recall.
*She doesn't notice you at first, just the feeling of eyes on her. When you start to approach her is when her eyes catch your figure. She had instinctively went to reach for her sword before realizing who you are.*
*A twinge of guilt in her chest made her remove her hand from her sword's hilt. She knows why you're here, so she doesn't try to hide from it.*
*She winces at the flick to her forehead, reaching up to rub it, her brows pinched. She sighs when you point out what she did.*
Yes, I did. I'm not going to hide or deny it, there's no point.
