#themightyzwei

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The library wasnt really like one of the prestigious ones in zedash or anything like that. They made a point to say that all are welcome, and keep that in their actions. That might've meant more riff raff but as far as Elliot could see, not really. He didn't really batt an eye at the taller, a little bit worse for wear man that came in during their shift as the clerk.

"Hello!" he beams a smile. "Is there anything i can help you find?"

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"Caleb!" They sob, Muse watches as he lurches deeper into the water towards the sirens and the rocks they'll probably kill him upon. "Caleb!!" the tiefling screams as the hands come to keep from joining him.

"He's a lost cause." the old ferryman is one of the many holding the tiefling back from edge of the water "there's no way to break that spell."

There had to be a way. They fumble pulling their harp to the front of them, strumming it. Maybe, just maybe.. But they'd have to do more than just strumming the thing. Plucking out a sad melody, interspersed with long strums through the cords, they think. They'd been writing some songs, none of them potent enough to out magic the magic making him wade closer to his death.

Did you think id give up?

that this mightve shook the love from me?

Or that I was on the brink

How could you think darling I’d scare so easily?

Their song somber, voice raising at every line. they pause, trying to look for any sign of him coming back, before playing faster now, strumming harder.

Now that it’s done

There’s not one thing that I would change

My life was a storm Since I was born

Yasha looked at her little friend for a beat too long, expression stony and inscrutable. A face that belied her innocent curiosity when finally she spoke.

            Her words fill his chest with a WARMTH he’s still not entirely used to feeling again, but for once, Caleb doesn’t break away, or avert his eyes, but instead, he watches her, a half smile on his lips. “That’s very nice of you to say, but you KNOW that I’m really not that important, ja? You have places to be, and people to be with,” He reaches out to take her hands into his own, his touch soft. “And...that is okay, it doesn’t mean I think any less of you,”

@themightyzwei​ sent ;;  “I don’t feel comfortable with you going there on your own.” [from Caleb, maybe about the Lucien mystery? 

     With the others now focused on those coming for TravelerCon, Mollymauk found himself withdrawing. He found himself alone with his thoughts and his thoughts dwelling on what they had found below the island. Vokodo had been a strange entity, but stranger still was the implications of the memories gleaned from it. A city in the astral sea. A city hunting, searching, hungry. Eyes of Nine. Nonagon. Was it somehow connected?

     He had thought he had been stealthy enough, but Caleb had caught him making his way out of the village. Mollymauk felt guilty for being spotted, but guiltier still now that he knew he would be dragging others into it.

@themightyzwei

“I think you are drunk.” Caleb said with a bit of a slow start of his own. He hoped Molly was drunk. Because he was sure that he was as well. He wasn’t too fond of the idea of being the only drunk person in the room. Well, he wasn’t. Fjord was smashed, as Nott would say. But Fjord was snoring on the table. Yasha was off again. He imagined she could hold her own very well. Nott was rambling incoherently to Fjord and Jester was attempting to teach Beau to dance.

“I think you are drunk.” Caleb said again, wondering if Molly flirted with him on a regular basis just to fuck with him.

     “I am very drunk,” Mollymauk replied, a broad grin on his face and a slow drawl to his usual lilting tone. It reminded him almost of His voice, almost. Almost. He needed that distinction for this to remain a pleasant experience. Thankfully he continued to be distracted by the deep blue of Caleb’s eyes. He stared for a while, his mouth parted and his throat blessedly dry to prevent him from drooling like a simpleton. He swallowed, just in case.

“Jester… I’m about to pass out here.” Caleb offered her at least a smile regarding her inappropriate flirtation. As annoying as nearing unconsciousness was… it was very Jester to make such a silly comment, regardless.

“Would you mind… being a cleric for a moment?”

“Well I am, but you know - magic takes time Caleb so I might as well say something nice while I wait for it work. I can call you stinky against instead.”

Her words aren’t said with malice though, as her hands work to get at his skin - his wound. She prefers touching the wound now days - or as near as she can get; she feels like it makes the healing better, even if it doesn’t actually.

“Living in the present does not mean there is no regard for the future. What are you doing? There is always a next. A next town, a next day.”

Caleb felt surrounded by darkness. He was dreaming. He felt like he was dreaming. He was dreaming. He was speaking to Molly, who was dead, as if it were normal. Or maybe it was normal.

“I think you are drunk.”

Or Caleb was. Things were swimmy and hazy and he could feel his center being pulled. But where?

“Where is next?”

Next meant forward. Next was always forward. But Caleb, the groups’ human compass, had no idea where north was, where next, forward, future were.

He had done it. Finally.

He did not expect to be this lost. He moved. Forward. But was unsure of what that meant anymore.

“Molly… where are we?”

     Mollymauk had not expected to see another soul here, another person, here in this inky dark. He could see Caleb, too. It was as if the darkness seemed repelled, floating around him. It clung more readily to himself. Only his red eyes shone clear in the shadows.

     He still wasn’t certain that Caleb was truly there. He had been lost and alone for such a long time, now. It could have simply been a trick of his own mind. But at the same time, he wanted so desperately for it to be real.

     The corner of his mouth turned up at the remark that he was drunk, but it faded at Caleb’s further questioning.