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Ritual. . .?

WHO: ALL
WHERE: THE PASTURE
WHEN: Day 60, Morning

[GOOOOOD MORNING it's been a nice few days, and it's even starting to warm up slightly--oh, wait, never mind. Thick black clouds gather in the sky, and there's a rumbling thunder, with stray lightning bolts here and there. The rain alternates between freezing cold but sparse and just sheets of downpour.

Well if you're determined enough you can still go about your business! Though looking out your window you might catch Blossom running back and forth to SOMEWHERE and also....a tree suddenly in the middle of the pasture. Nothing notable about it for now though.

Anyway how yall doing.

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[drags himself over there as soon they're alive and people let him loose for a sec

what shape are you in fellow deathizen]

[ Well there's one less arm than usual, but not the one you'd expect!!!!

More immediately is the wild look in his eye as soon as he spots Charon. FRANTICALLY tries to get up but kinda fails because his weight distribution is currently quite fucked. ]

[it's fine. it's fine. he squeezes through the crowd until he can take an ungraceful knee next to him, his own freakout mostly just shoved away in the face of everyone else freaking out way harder]

--Minuet. It's--it's all right. I'm here. Everyone else is all right.

[ Immediately and sorta overlapping what he's saying: ]

I'm sorry.

[just kinda gives up subtlety and fully illusions darkness around the two of them. everyone fuck off looking over here for a sec while he puts both hands on Minuet's shoulders and presses their foreheads together]

Don't apologize for this.

[ He grips Charon's forearm with the remaining hand, urgent ]

Blossom--

We need to end it right now.

[hesitates, glancing around them, then speaks more quietly]

Minuet, we bore with it this long. And you are badly injured, and our teams are not about to let us out of their sight.

[ His jaw works for a second, panic having morphed into anger without a real target. The Inner Feelings Demon -- Blossom -- Stormy -- himself, principally.

Unfortunately, Charon's facts and logic are very solid this time. And fixing it now won't undo what's already been fucked up.

Lets go of his arm, at some length. ]

[squeezes his shoulders (assuming the arm stump has been healed by now so doing that is not, like, insane)]

I do not blame you, and I am in no way angry at you. And we are both alive.

Rest. I'll come find you later.

[ Shakes his head, a quick jerky motion. ]

I'll figure my shit out. Stay with Lily. I'm sure they're distraught.

I will stay with Lily for those few hours.

But we need both of us present, at the appointed time.

[are they actually both needed for the demon to finish its deal with them tonight? maybe, maybe not. but he says it with confidence.]

[ Are they actually both needed for the demon to finish its deal with them tonight???

His face says: doubt.

His words say: I am not at all in a position to refuse Charon anything. ]

. . . Fine.

[for a moment he looks a little -- not exactly stricken, but unsure of how to handle something important here, perhaps

but it passes. he kisses Minuet on the forehead, firm and brief, then pulls back before he dissolves the illusion.]

[ Would say "leave him to die" but that's not even an option right now for obvious reasons!!!! ]

[denied

some part of him just wants to say fuck it and go sit in Bluebell, but duty calls and Lily, who he also cares about deeply, also desperately needs an explanation and reassurance he won't fall over again. so he lingers another moment, then nods to him and gets up to go. he'll find him later.]

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