[ god hulkenberg is RUNNING AWAY from the network and also from the lounge, although it's more of a brisk powerwalk so that she doesn't look like she's genuinely fleeing. goodbye!
mordalion can find her later in the shopping mall, looking at things and now less embarrassed by... everything. she looks up when she notices him joining her, giving a nod. ]
A bit of deja vu, I think... we met the first time in a clothing store.
[ god i owe you so many tags we really just get eaten by the team post
anyways, hulkenberg can be found at... congratulations! she's sitting at one of the booths, not actually eating anything and instead sitting there with her head in hand, eyes closed. her halberd is in the booth with her, propped against the wall on the inside, always ready for something.
her eyes open as her ears twitch, hearing someone, but seeing mordalion she closes her eyes again. it's fine. just another knight. another ally. her teammate, in all of this.
but so, too, were rosamund and wiš'adel. ]
... I enjoyed very little, about the trial in Key Neuve. I cannot say I enjoyed last week's, either.
But I did not take any pleasure whatsoever in this one, for a myriad of reasons. And if Lady Rosamund was, in fact, a culprit... North said 'twould be in our hands what to do with the second.
[ congrats, mordalion, you've caught the person that was doing the dedication plants for the deceased.
hulkenberg is on her knees with her feet folded under her, hair pulled back in a ponytail as she works with planting some seeds and tending to them. next to her is a pen and those little plant tags that you stick in the dirt to identify what you've planted, but they all have names on them instead of what the future growths will be.
she pauses when she realises someone is there, sort of freezing. there's a smear of dirt on her cheek. ]
... good morning. [ a bit sheepish? ] I was not aware anyone else would already have made it out here, though perhaps I should have known you would be one of the first...
[ backdates this to the two of them leaving execution, because they're both angy elves and it was such a fucking. long day. with horses and chaos.
hulkenberg shakes her head, rueful. the guilt for them condemning and innocent person to execution is there, carried on her shoulders, but - ]
How was it all the more straightforward in Key Neuve? For all the insanity of Sancoeur's claims for motivation, all the accidents and deaths, 'twas somehow simpler than all of this.
[ nvm we're doing more gardening on sunday for everybody. hulkenberg stands there, looking at the seeds with him, trying to make a decision on what would be best for their lost, still in her trial clothes because. she has not gone to change or sleep. the plots in the garden are already prepared, but they just... they need to plant. ]
... we're finally nearing the end of this madness. Can you believe how much longer we've been here, compared to our time in Key Neuve?
[ we're going to the tavern in turbo heaven, because hulkenberg was told that the other metaphors did it and then she died before it was here. very upsetting. she also finds out that there's a nice garden here, too, and figures that mordallion won't mind maybe getting a few ideas for the garden in the airport from it, even if he can't bring it back.
that said, it's still everything week. a breeze comes by, and he gets to see snippets of memories, instead of just one. ]
w0 friday
he seems to be picking through the foliage in the planters, looking displeased. ]
wk 1; monday
mordalion can find her later in the shopping mall, looking at things and now less embarrassed by... everything. she looks up when she notices him joining her, giving a nod. ]
A bit of deja vu, I think... we met the first time in a clothing store.
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wk 1; saturday
anyways, hulkenberg can be found at... congratulations! she's sitting at one of the booths, not actually eating anything and instead sitting there with her head in hand, eyes closed. her halberd is in the booth with her, propped against the wall on the inside, always ready for something.
her eyes open as her ears twitch, hearing someone, but seeing mordalion she closes her eyes again. it's fine. just another knight. another ally. her teammate, in all of this.
but so, too, were rosamund and wiš'adel. ]
... I enjoyed very little, about the trial in Key Neuve. I cannot say I enjoyed last week's, either.
But I did not take any pleasure whatsoever in this one, for a myriad of reasons. And if Lady Rosamund was, in fact, a culprit... North said 'twould be in our hands what to do with the second.
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wk 2; monday
hulkenberg is on her knees with her feet folded under her, hair pulled back in a ponytail as she works with planting some seeds and tending to them. next to her is a pen and those little plant tags that you stick in the dirt to identify what you've planted, but they all have names on them instead of what the future growths will be.
she pauses when she realises someone is there, sort of freezing. there's a smear of dirt on her cheek. ]
... good morning. [ a bit sheepish? ] I was not aware anyone else would already have made it out here, though perhaps I should have known you would be one of the first...
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wk 3; sunday
hulkenberg shakes her head, rueful. the guilt for them condemning and innocent person to execution is there, carried on her shoulders, but - ]
How was it all the more straightforward in Key Neuve? For all the insanity of Sancoeur's claims for motivation, all the accidents and deaths, 'twas somehow simpler than all of this.
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he'll sit by the bars and sigh. ]
I don't understand your choice today at all.
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wk 6; sunday
... we're finally nearing the end of this madness. Can you believe how much longer we've been here, compared to our time in Key Neuve?
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wk 7; monday
that said, it's still everything week. a breeze comes by, and he gets to see snippets of memories, instead of just one. ]
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