November 25, Part V: Oliver and Senkha

Macglynn whispers: And the haze lifts, replaced by an incredibly upset string of self-deprecation and worry and where is my waifu what have I done.

Macglynn has slumped down the wooden pillar. He looks... well, stressed, to put it lightly.

Senkha slides down against the beam wearily, clutching her left arm to her chest. Her head has stopped bleeding, but blood has dried all down the left side of it, down her neck and to her chest. She looks over at Oliver.
Senkha says: Feel better?

Macglynn says: Sure.

Senkha -very- stiffly draws her knees up to her chest. Her smile from a few moments before has faded and her chin is trembling. "...I don't know what I did wrong, love, but I'm s-sorry."

Macglynn breaks. "No. Don't apol'gize t'me. Don't." He looks at her pleadingly. This is my fault, I was an idiot, I didn't listen. His thoughts are as plain as his features.

Senkha is actually crying in earnest now, her throat clenching shut. Her hands are shaking, too. She reaches out for Oliver, breath coming in hitched starts and restarts.

Macglynn curls his arms around her, pulling her close and squeezing the hand that isn't mangled. "Ah'm sorry," he whispers. "Ah'm so sorry."

Senkha leans against him, shaking, pressing her bruised side against him for his coldness. She tries to hold it in, but after a few minutes, she lets out a long, loud wail of anguish that turns into a scream. She's clutching at him with her uninjured hand face buried against his chest as she continues to scream her frustration, fear, pain, anger, and everything she's felt the past two days. It all replays for her and for Oliver as well; there's nothing she can do to stop it.

Macglynn holds her. He cringes are the memories are forced back onto him, but he doesn't close himself off. He lets her vent, in whatever way she can. He whispers continued assurances and apologies, just letting her scream her frustrations.

Senkha's screams eventually turn into sobs and those eventually dissolve into nothing but shaking. Once or twice, she ineffectively pounds against his chest with her uninjured hand and just once, she pounds against his chest with her injured hand to feel some outward pain, but finally, she quiets enough to say, "I can't -do- it."

Macglynn lets her beat at his chest. A double reason, really. He wants her to get her frustraion out, and also if he could feel it he'd totally deserve it. "Yer jus' about th' strongest person Ah ever met."

Senkha shakes her head. She's stopped beating against his chest and is just resting there, right hand clinging to him, left hanging uselessly. The screaming caused her wound to open again. "I can't be strong anymore, Oliver. I can't do it. I can't carry anymore."

Macglynn says: Whut d'you think y'should do.

Senkha laughs weakly, shaking her head. "What -can- I do? I can't go back in time and change what happened. I can't stop Ludo from killing himself or Dizzy from getting herself killed. I can't bring Riley back."
Senkha says: I can't bring Vesiel back either. I can't undo your words or the pain they caused me. I can't heal my hand or my head.
Senkha says: I don't know -how- to feel less close to Marius, and I don't know if I want to. I can't fix the city. I can't -do- anything. I...

Macglynn says: Ha' many 'a them things is really up ta you?

Senkha finally smiles wryly up at Oliver; there's no mirth in her smile, nor happiness in her eyes, just a weariness like she's been carrying the world around for a week. "None of it. But that doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt me."

Macglynn says: We can't change what's happened. But we can look forward an ha' t'make 'em better. Senkha, th' past two years 'a my life been nuthin' but shit.
Macglynn says: Ah'd 'a prob'ly died from stress by na' if'n Ah wasn't a'ready dead.

Senkha looks up at Oliver blankly. She stares at his missing cheek and touches the exposed bone. "Do you know why I didn't want to see Dizzy?" she asks after a moment.

Macglynn says: ... No. Ah wasn't much thinkin'.

Senkha continues to touch the exposed bone thoughtfully. "She hurt me. No, she didn't mean to. Yes, she was scared. Yes, it's understandable. But I'm hurt and I'm angry, and I was afraid that when I saw her, I would hurt her the way I've hurt you before."

Macglynn says: ... Y'might 'a said somethin'.

Senkha drops her hand, looking anguished again. "I tried. Oliver, I tried, but you were so -angry- because I wasn't reacting the way you wanted me to. You didn't hear me at all."

Macglynn winces again. His thoughts make it obvious he considers the whole situation his fault and, really (for once), it is. "... Please tell me what Ah can do."

Senkha leans her head forward, resting against his. The blood from her open wound has slowed to a trickle, hooray. She takes a moment to answer the question. "Don't leave me," she finally says. "I thought you'd left me. I was going to..." She doesn't finish.
To Macglynn: ...kill myself and see if death was less unkind.

Macglynn just hugs her. Both arms around her, holding her tight. He shakes his head, though what about is anyone's guess. Well, okay, it's her guess because she can read his brane, but that's not the point. "Anythin' else. Anythin' Ah didn' plan on a'ready."
Macglynn whispers: His first thought is quickly, quickly pushed aside-- But then I'd be alone.

Senkha laughs mirthlessly, muttering something about how it's a good thing he came back, then, how anyone else would've left him for this. "We need to figure out what to do with Dizzy. But I can't be the one to punish her. I don't -trust- myself."

To Macglynn: She really is racking her brain to think of SOME way he can make it up to her, but what can -he- do that she can't? There's nothing. At the same time, the pain he caused her tonight is pretty fresh; she's trying very hard to forgive him, but it hurts.

Macglynn whispers: Oddly, he simply closes himself off again. Oliver himself is pretty terrible at defenses, so she could probably dig if she wished, but unless she forced it, his mind is blank to her.

Macglynn says: ... Ah'm reminded.
Macglynn says: Senkha.
Macglynn says: Ah think our daughter--
Macglynn says: ...
Macglynn creases his brow. How does one explain this.
Macglynn says: Ah think Dizzy might be some kind 'a shadow adept.

To Macglynn: She does force it; there's a bit of spite behind it. She's earned this much at least.
Senkha says: ...what.

Macglynn looks away from her and rests the side of his head on the wall beside him. She's forcing it. No, go away. "She-- Ah found 'er, in th' rocks. She had a barrier 'a-- 'a Shadow."

To Macglynn: Senkha forces harder. Let me IN.
Senkha frowns her concern for a moment, but then shrugs. "We can figure that out once she's done being grounded for the next twenty years."

Macglynn 's brow remains furrowed, the trouble in his thoughts outwardly apparent. "That don't bother you none." It's a statement, not a question.
Macglynn whispers: He doesn't let her. No, go away.

Senkha just sorts of stares at Oliver. She's not really reacting to what he's saying outloud right now. "Let me in. You owe me that much, Oliver. You've been closed off to me -all fucking night-."

Macglynn continues to look away from her. "Nuthin' import'n, jus' want a bit t'm'self t'night."

Senkha looks about ready to scream at him, but she takes a deep, calming breath and shakes her head. "Oliver, -please-. What are you hiding from me?"

Macglynn says: ... Senkha, y'know sometahms, when y'take a walk t'think things through? It's t'get away from people, an' think. A hunnerd miles apart, we're still t'gether. Ah love you. But... Ah need t' think.
Macglynn still looks away from her.

To Macglynn: She pushes, much harder this time, and sharper. She'll take it by force if he won't give it to her. Don't make me be alone tonight--I don't want to be alone any more.
Senkha takes his face in both her hands. "You left me -alone- tonight, Oliver. Completely alone. I had to carry every. Fucking. Piece. Of fear and anger and sadness, knowing that my husband was angry with me for feeling it."
Senkha says: You are choosing a -horrible- night to want to be alone.

Macglynn whispers: Guilt. Crippling guilt. Knowledge of mistakes and the self-loathing that follows, and the fear that the damage is irreparable. His mind has taken the opportunity to somehow relate everything that's happened to him. Regrets, mistakes. Shouldn't have tried being a normal human being. Should have stayed in the north. Not supposed to wotk like this. Should have ended it when Arthas fell, like you promised.

You stare Macglynn down.
She takes hold of his face with both her hands, the injured one screaming in protest, but she doesn't care, and crushes her lips against his, instantly pulling them into the dream. It doesn't matter that they're in the middle of Stormwind or that there are people here or any of those things. She's tearing at him, pressing against him desperately, quite insane. This is a crazy reaction to have to a husband's mind-crippling guilt. She doesn't care.

He pulls away from the kiss, sliding down the wall a bit. "Wh- what th' hell are you doin'? Senkha, y'gone fuckin' batshit."

"Could anyone really blame me if I had?" Senkha asks sadly, leaning closer to him, despite him pulling away. "Please."
--it's a genuine plea on her part. She needs this: to remember that she's alive, to remember that they're together, and more than that, she wants to feel the closeness with him again and never let it go.

"Senkha. We got a real world out there, an' it's..." He trails off, features softening and his shoulders sinking. He's silent for a few moments and then, head still rested against the wall, he breaks down into tears.

Well. It's not sex, but it's something. Senkha shifts very carefully so that she's straddling him and pulls his head against her shoulder, resting her cheek against his hair. "I love you," she whispers, their bond pulsing with strength. "No matter what's happened, no matter what you do or I do, you are mine. Always."

He cries into her shoulder as she pulls him close, shoulders heaving with short, choked breaths. It's probably a bizarre sight, but between the past few weeks and the intense guilt of what he's done, he doesn't really care. He repeatedly apologizes, shaking his head, again and again. All he can do is beg her forgiveness.

At this point, Senkha hasn't got any more tears to cry, and feeling Oliver's immense guilt over how he hurt her has dissolved any anger she had towards him. All she does is just hold him and press her lips against his hair, bringing the two of them closer and closer, mentally. "I forgive you. I will -always- forgive you," she whispers, and despite having no more tears to cry, her voice grows thick again.

He shakes his head. Why? -Why?- It's clear now why he was hiding from her; it's honestly kind of pathetic, and he knows it, but the intense hatred for himself and anything he does seems to not be something that will ever go away.

Ohhh, she can relate. Boy, can she relate. She gives a wry sort of laugh, though it comes out sloppy, thinking about nearly everything he said to night was entirely -true-, even if he was a dick for saying it. As to why, she closes her eyes, removing any remaining barriers between them, if he will let her. It's because of this. It's because she loves him, hell or high water. She doesn't always understand it herself. But he's hers, always.

He's stopped sobbing, for the most part, and now just rests his head on her shoulder, eyes screwed shut. His thoughts are conflicting with each other. I hurt you too much -- thank you for being here -- I'd have killed you if I stayed -- I could hurt Dizzy--
... I am yours.
Hatred, anger at himself, fear - and yet thanks. Thank you for loving, thank you for not running away, thank you for giving me this.

At this last, Senkha physically and mentally shivers; something about it shakes her. His thanks bring out a new crop of tears, though. She closes her eyes and lets them fall against his hair, simply amazed that he is thanking her for this. Mine, mine, mine, she thinks and rocks back and forth some with this, kissing him again and again.

November 25, Part IV: Senkha and Arubrey

Arubrey stops.
Arubrey ... looks over his shoulder.

Senkha is very slowly shuffling up the ramp, holding her left arm against her chest. Her head is bleeding pretty profusely. She's crying, but she's making no sound.

Arubrey says: ... -- Fucking...
Arubrey leaps off of No-Name, before his hand came to Senkha's shoulder, trying to cease her crawling. "Stop it!"

Senkha stops and looks up at Arubrey. She lets out a soft wail and drops her head forward to rest against his chest, still bleeding.

Arubrey just - stares, a little confused. He sits himself up higher on the hill, gently pulling Senkha back into his lap. Hands combing through her hair. "-- Twin - what... ?"

Senkha is crying too hard to talk at first, but when she finally does, her voice is weak and broken. "Oliver is angry with me. Dizzy...I don't know. Ludovick is going to kill himself. I am a horrible mother. My head is bleeding."

Arubrey says: ... Fucking...
Arubrey this is all he can manage, his arms folding over his twin sister, tugging the woman as tightly to his body as possible. His hand resting over her head, his signet ring by his lips.

Senkha looks at Arubrey as he speaks into his signet and shakes her head, ever so slightly. She doesn't want to go back to the boat.

Arubrey says: P-Please love.
Arubrey says: This - is really stupid of you.
Arubrey looks down, bringing his hand to her cheek, trying to look at the reopened wound. He's worried, his breathing paced. He's not really happy with this scene. "Really stupid."

Senkha sobs softly, shaking her head. "Every time I'm there, something worse happens. I don't need to be back there. I need someone to--" She chokes out another sob as he turns her head to look. "I need to be u-understood, -PLEASE-."

Arubrey says: ... -- Okay.
Arubrey says: Okay.
Arubrey says: I'm here.
Arubrey says: Please - talk.

Senkha doesn't talk. Instead, she lifts her good right hand and places it on Arubrey's cheek, closing her eyes and being incredibly stupid.
To Arubrey: It's not their bond back the way it was, but it's similar. She gives him the entire past three days in vivid technicolor...

Arubrey blinks, not expecting the hand to be brought to his cheek. He whispers back to her, trying to coo - and then, he shudders.

...the stench of their house as she cleaned it, the sudden orange of the dragon, falling-- then dark and closed, very closed, and wet. The stone is two inches from her face. She can't move. She can hardly breathe. Her left hand is in agony. Consciousness comes and goes; when she is conscious, she forces herself to relive the first time she and Oliver danced together to feel alright. Then the stone is lifted. Oliver is there--he's happy! But Dizzy is gone. Senkha feels lost...betrayed. Dizzy ran off again. Doesn't she realize it hurts her? Doesn't she realize it hurts her parents? Why did she run off again? Back on the Quel'Talan. Marius' aspects are too familiar to Senkha, but he heals her anyway and she feels too close to him again. Riley comes in: Vesiel is dead, he's not Riley anymore. Where is Dizzy? Where is Arubrey? The healing -hurts-. Oliver found Dizzy; he's so happy. Senkha is terrified. She's not happy. She's angry. She's hurt. Dizzy hurt her, scared her, and Senkha is afraid of who she'll become when confronted with that. And then, Ludovick comes, Senkha's old, dear friend...

Arubrey just - clings to his twin now. His eye wide open in terror. He's shaking now, his breathing completely ceased. His fingers dig into her. And the tears come. This is way too much at once.

...Ludovick wants to kill himself, over someone who isn't worth it. Senkha tries to reason with him. He won't listen. Marius tries to knock him out. He leaves anyway. Senkha snaps. She sees Dizzy. She doesn't react how Oliver wanted her to. He's been angry with her all day. Now he's angrier. He's hungry. His runeblade is broken; what if he dies? Why is he angry? She doesn't understand why he's angry. She follows him off the dock, trying to apologize, falls on her injured hand...

Senkha drops her right hand and just leans against Arubrey, exhausted, heaving another weak sob. The mental connection breaks; she's shaking with the effort of it.

Arubrey just collapses ontop of her. All those experiences just forced into his brain. His individuality lost for a moment. He's just - angry. Sad. Mad. In terror... He just cries against his twin, shaking. Fingers cutting into her leathers. Bleeding.

Senkha still shakes with the effort, but she seems to have calmed enough that she can pull herself closer to Arubrey. "...you understand," she says softly.

Arubrey is just gasping. And crying. And just clinging to her. His mind tries to force out some words - that he had heard he. That he understood. but there was just too much.

Senkha sags against Arubrey, letting out another exhausted sob. "It is too much," she agrees. "I think everyone wants me to be strong and be okay now, but I -can't-, 'Brey, I can't."

Arubrey -snarls- out another 'fucking'. He lifts himself from her, terrified eyes just looking to his twin. He's wibbling. And crying. And - his breathing's picking up. Really steady.
Arubrey is hyperventilating. Those images, plus what he had experienced in Auberdine?

Senkha just looks at him. She's crying as well, but it's empty and defeated. She reaches out her right hand again, instinctively, and without closing her eyes, begins to regulate her twin's breathing with her mind. In with the good air, out with the bad. She breathes in sync with him, still resting her hand against his chest. It's much easier to worry about someone else than it is to worry about yourself.

Arubrey just sobs now, his breathing returning. He can properly cry. He -folds- himself over her, draping his arms over her shoulders, clinging to her back. "... Fucking... Twin."

Senkha closes her eyes again, resting her head against Arubrey's. She continues to cry silently. "I'm sorry. I d-didn't want to hurt you."

Arubrey just shakes his head into her, tucking himself into her neck. His lips just remaining there as he cried. It would be a bit, before he had the will to even speak again. "... I'm so sorry."

Senkha is -understood-. The relief of this alone keeps the tears going. She turns her head to rest against Arubrey's, taking a shaking breath and exhaling again. It takes her a moment to start speaking again. "I-I'm sorry, love. I didn't want to hurt you. I..."
Senkha says: I j-just didn't know what else to d-do. I can't -carry- this anymore.

Arubrey says: ... This is stupid. Thi - This is stupid. Please - can we move.

Senkha suddenly seems to realize where they are. "Oh my!" she exclaims, looking around and sitting back on her heels. She blinks several times. "Yes. Yes we can move." Her voice sounds odd, as if there's a laugh behind it.

Arubrey doesn't even register it immediatly. He's gathering his senses, looking blankly over the hill, shakingly trying to get onto her feet. His teeth sinking into his lip.

Senkha very carefully stands. The gash on her forehead has stopped bleeding some, though she's still in a lot of pain. She takes Arubrey's hand with her right. "Okay."

Arubrey just - breathes. In and out. And he slowly returns, looking back down to his twin, bearly eyed. "... T-Thanks."

Senkha says: By the statue?
Senkha nods at the miraculously unharmed lion statue ahead.

Arubrey says: -- Yeah.
Arubrey says: ... I -
Arubrey says: There was a woman.

Senkha says: A woman?

Arubrey says: A woman.
Arubrey says: When the ground - cracked.
Arubrey says: She was screaming at me.

Senkha closes her eyes.

Arubrey says: Just screaming.
Arubrey says: And I tried to turn around to try and catch her arm.
Arubrey says: And - it broke again.
Arubrey says: And it just - ate her.
Arubrey says: The look in her eyes.
Arubrey says: She - was still alive.
Arubrey says: Just - half eaten.
Arubrey says: It...
Arubrey says: And then the wind picked up - and I grabbed onto the lodge.
Arubrey says: And held - and it broke.
Arubrey says: And I was thrown.
Arubrey says: And then

Senkha squeezes Arubrey's hand and nods. He understands.

Arubrey says: I was caught in a tree. Held onto that.

Senkha nods again, squeezing his hand again. She's staring at the statue, as if it holds all life's answers.

Arubrey squeezes back. He's sweating, but his shaking's ceased. His breathing is normal. He's just - scared. He looks to her, looking for sympathy from her. Since she forced it onto him.
Arubrey says: Her corpse was thrown in with me.
Arubrey says: And then - the flames.
Arubrey says: And then more wind - and.
Arubrey says: Nothing.
Arubrey says: Woke up after it.

Senkha closes her eyes and pulls Arubrey's hand close to her heart.

Arubrey says: ... I wasn't...
Arubrey says: She was still screaming.
Arubrey says: Senkha - twin - love. Why would...
Arubrey says: ... No.
Arubrey says: I know.
Arubrey says: I know why.
Arubrey says: Undestand.

Senkha looks at Arubrey. "Why what?" she asks softly. She's still crying quietly.

Arubrey says: ... I don't like thinking about that.
Arubrey says: Why would...
Arubrey says: ... I'm so sorry.
Arubrey just kinda - fumbles into her.

Senkha sighs and shakes her head, still staring at the statue. "It's not your fault, Arubrey. None of this is anyone's fault. Not even mine for once." She laughs bitterly.

Arubrey nods his head, looking down to the lion's paws. A foot kicking out to it. "... Fucking -light-."

Senkha just hums her agreement, leaning her head against Arubrey's shoulder and sighing. "I think I've lost my mind today," she comments and then laughs, like this is the funniest thing in the world.

Arubrey slumps, staring over to his twin. He nods his head, a little bitterness flowing in. But - "... Me too."
Arubrey says: ... I want - to sit down.
Arubrey says: Yeah.

Senkha continues to laugh as they sit, carefully not putting any weight on her left side. "Light...who the hell has this much -shit- happen to them?

Arubrey says: Us.
Arubrey says: ... Kyrita.
Arubrey says: Marius?

Senkha says: Marius.

Arubrey says: Probably.
Arubrey nods.

Senkha laughs again, wiping away tears as she does. "It's like the entire fucking world is out to get us."

Macglynn yells: Senkha?

Arubrey says: ... And your husband.

Senkha cringes at the sound of Oliver's voice. "And my husband."

Arubrey blinks, swinging his head over to look at her. Brows furrowed. "Go see him."

Senkha smiles weakly and reaches over, giving Arubrey a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Thank you. I'm sorry for putting all that on you. I just...couldn't carry it alone."

Arubrey smiles back - wearily. His arms wrap around her, pulling the woman into a hug, before she could flee. "... What else am I for?"

Senkha stands slowly and stiffly. "...fuck, I don't know where Merry is," she muses before walking off, blowing Arubrey another kiss.

November 25, Part III: Reunited with Dizzy, Oliver Leaves

To Macglynn: And then there's a wave of nausea, despair, and loss. And then just blankness, an emptiness of any emotion. Her thoughts sound more than a little odd. "You can come in now."

Ziichi is soaking wet. Yay. "Sinka?!"

Macglynn smiles at Dizzy. "Hey. Ha' 'bout we go an' say hi t'yer mother?"
Macglynn says this very loud.

Senkha 's voice is flat and emotionless. Her expression is blank. She looks at Ziichi. "Ludo is gone."
Senkha says: I am going to see my daughter now.

Ziichi creases her eyebrows. "Where did 'e go?"

Senkha doesn't answer this. Her expression remains completely blank as Oliver and Dizzy enter the room. "Hello."

Ziichi growls and then turns and leaves, quickly. When Ludovick outright breaks promises, something is up.

Macglynn looks at Senkha, brows lofted almost as though he expects something. "Hey."

Ariadine smiles and runs over to the bed, "Momma!"

Macglynn whispers: "Look at 'er. She's jus' -terrifahd- 'a th' state yer in, ain't she."

Senkha lets Dizzy hug her, though she doesn't return the hug, except with a light pat with her right hand. "Hello," she repeats.

To Macglynn: Nothing.

Macglynn leans on the doorframe. His expression goes from expectant to unimpressed.

Senkha 's head wound has begun to bleed again.

Ariadine crawls onto the bed beside Senkha, "'M sorry! I was 'fraid you were dead!" She looks over her mother, "Are you okay?"

Senkha says: ...no.

Ariadine smiles, "'Kay..."
Ariadine says: Have 'y seen Stehl?

Macglynn turns abruptly and leaves.

Senkha blinks a few times, shaking her head. She frowns, touching her hand to her head wound and bringing it down to see blood on her fingers. She finally turns to -look- at Dizzy. "--Dizzy."

To Macglynn: Her entire mind is hugely suppressed, but the suppression is starting to fail. She barely squeezes something out. "Ludo is going to kill himself and I couldn't stop him."

Ariadine looks up at Senkha and answers reluctantly, "...Yeah?"

Senkha lifts her right hand to touch Dizzy's face. "Why'd you have to run off?" she asks before her voice breaks. She pulls Dizzy tightly against her, shaking with sobs.

Macglynn whispers: His response is a quick and very direct, "Why." He's obviously referring to his reasons for killing himself, not why she couldn't stop him.

To Macglynn: More of the emotion leaks out, and none of it's good, save for a sort of minor key version of the joy he felt earlier. "Faronne was unfaithful. He's going to carve out his own heart."

Ariadine wraps her arms around Senkha and remains silent, letting her mother cry. "'M-m sorry."

Senkha just holds Dizzy tight for a long moment, crying, before pulling back and giving her daughter a very watery, very weak smile. "I'm s-so glad you're alright."

Macglynn whispers: King of sensitivity he is, today. "Whore girlfriends is th' best thing ta kill yerself over."

Ariadine says: I'm glad 'y are too...
Ariadine eyes Senkha's bloodied hands, "Momma... 'y okay?"

To Macglynn: Once again, it's as though she's been slapped. The slow leak of emotions gets larger, but she draws back. If this was happening face to face, she'd be leaning back and staring at him like D:

Macglynn whispers: Good thing he's not there, then. He's pacing out on the ship's deck, milling over what's gone on today, but not really to any end. Just milling.

Ziichi comes inside and then starts rifling through Marius' desk drawers to find the GOOD STUFF for pain killers. She's leaving burnt fleshy bits stuck in the process; her hand to her shoulder is... burnt up badly, and smells disgusting. The leather has melted into her flesh as well.

Senkha has put Dizzy to sleep on the bed, touching the girl's face with her good hand, before standing. She would be alarmed at Ziichi, but at this point it's like, what else is new? So she simply asks, "What happened."

Ziichi glances over, shrugs her undamaged shoulder, and returns to looking. She finds a small bottle and pulls it out, then finds herself a syringe. Based on her expression and demeanour, she's pretty much in the same space as Senkha is about injuries.

To Macglynn: She listens. Less willingly and more because she wants to know what he's thinking of her at the moment. Because she needs more punishment.

Senkha says: Did you find them?

Ziichi shakes the bottle a bit, then growls and grabs the bottom drawer, ripping it open and breaking the lock. She is going to be in shit later. So much shit. She hurts too much right now to care, though. Her only response to Senkha is a grunt as she finds herself some morphine. Yes, please.

Senkha sighs, giving up on getting any information tonight. Cradling her left arm against her chest, she turns and very stiffly leaves the room.

Macglynn whispers: His thoughts are kind of a tangled mess on stream-of-consciousness, though an overlying theme to them that she may find, and probably find suitable punishment, is an uncharacteristically angry internal monologue about keeping up face in front of children. This past week has been brutal to him, hell, the past ten years have been brutal, but that's not his daughter's concern.

Senkha sags against the doorframe, as if she's just been punched in the gut. The wound on her head is bleeding profusely now, making her look quite the gory mess. She takes a deep breath and exhales before stumbling forward, towards the dock.
Senkha doesn't even see Oliver. Capital!

Macglynn has since quit pacing and has seated himself, looking dully out over the water. There's also a... really large grub in his hand. It squirms, and he sighs and throws it onto the dock. Go away. It lands with a thud.
Macglynn looks at you.
Macglynn says: ... Sen-
Macglynn stops. No, screw this.

To Macglynn: She's trying to withdraw even further, but her emotions are -screaming-. She's terrified, angry, heartbroken, confused, and a failure. And she keeps feeling like she's in that space again. And it won't stop.

Senkha doesn't hear him. She does, however, stop once she reaches the dock, more because she's lightheaded than anything. She takes a knee, closing her eyes and trying to think of -something- to calm her, but she usually thinks of Oliver...and he's angry.

Macglynn gets up and walks back inside.
Macglynn walks by Senkha, blade slung over his shoulder. His thoughts are closed, the old but familiar haze blocking anything that'd pry.

To Macglynn: "Wait."
Senkha says: Wait.
Senkha says: Wait. Please...I'm sorry. I'm sorry...

Macglynn whispers: There's nothing. Emptiness. A sort of dark, allowing nothing in nor out.

Senkha is hobbling as fast as she can, which isn't fast at all, considering. But she's a rogue. She starts to break into a run.
Senkha grabs Oliver's cloak and falls on her bad hand, crying out. "Please! Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry--"
Senkha says: Don't make me do this alone, I can't be alone, please, please...
Senkha says: I'll do whatever you want me to do, please, please, don't leave me alone again...

Macglynn turns, causing his cloak to tear free from her hands. Something isn't right about his eyes. "Go back to th' ship."

Senkha falls back when he does this, looking like hell. She catches his eyes and instantly her mood changes. "Go. Feed your blade. Go -now-."
To Macglynn: The command comes mentally, too. She doesn't command him...well, ever. But now she is.

Macglynn turns sharply and walks away, without so much as another word.

Senkha sits for a moment and then pushes herself up. She squares her shoulders, wincing in pain at the left, and begins to walk, shufflingly and slowly.

November 25, Part II: Senkha and Ludovick

Senkha is muttering something under her breath; it almost sounds like the words to a song. Her voice is shaky and breathless. Her right hand clutches at the bed, trying to pull herself over to the side, but she can't quite manage it. This sucks.

Ludovick knocks on the door, hood pulled well over his face.

Ziichi sets her gauntlets aside as well, leaning her hip against the table as she watches Senkha. When Ludovick approaches, she glances towards him. "Hi."

Ludovick gives Ziichi a dead stare, pale as a ghost, making his bruises stand out further. "I do not have much time for talking," he says flatly.

Senkha 's panic attack actually steadies slightly at the sound of Ludo's voice. "Lu-- Ludo?" she asks in less than a whisper.

Ziichi moves over and pulls Ludovick's hand softly. "C'mon an' see 'er, Ludo."

Ludovick just found out his wife is fucking around. He is a robot. He steps into the room, looking Senkha over with a blank expression. The hand that holds Ziichi's is limp.

Senkha is all jacked up to hell, left hand swollen and unable to close. She's also halfway between a panic attack and trying to be normal. She gives a half-sob and sounds insane. "H-hi, Ludo. I'm gl-glad...glad you're alive."

Ludovick simply tosses his stave aside where it clatters to the ground. He's banged up, but not nearly as bad as Senkha. He looks very close to saying something, but keeps his lips pursed, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Ziichi watches each of them, then steps back and heads into the front of the ship to check on Dizzy, chewing away at her lip as always.

Senkha has no idea what's going on with Ludo, but as he doesn't freak out at her appearance or ask what happened to her, she looks very happy to see him. She tries to push herself towards him, but it hurts too much. "Ludo. Ludo, y-you're alright. I'm so glad."

Ludovick simply stares down at Senkha, as if she's no more interesting than a bug on the sidewalk. "You do not seem to be," he says flatly.

Senkha frowns at his tone more than his words, finally managing to get herself into a sitting position with some pain. "...what's wrong?" she asks in a low voice. She's calmed significantly, though she still lets out small hiccups every now and again.

Ludovick shakes his head, keeping his hollow eyes on her. "Nothing."

Senkha says: Ludo, you look like you're dead. -Tell- me...we've known each other our whole lives, don't shut me out.
Senkha says: Is Faronne alright? She didn't get hurt, did she?
Senkha tries very hard to make it sound like Faronne getting hurt would be a bad thing.

Ludovick, at the mention of Faronne, looks away and to the floor. His posture is that of someone who is wholly defeated, and wouldn't fight off death for anything if it came to them.

Macglynn holds up a finger to Dizzy as if to say he'll be back in a moment, and walks briskly to the back room.
Macglynn says: What th' shit are you wearin'.

Senkha tries to push away from the headboard and towards Ludovick. This doesn't work, so she just reaches out towards him...and drops her hand when she sees Oliver, her concern fading into a deadened expression that matches that of Ludo's.

Ludovick ignores MacGlynn, keeping his eyes on the floor. He's also ignoring Senkha, and, well, everything.

Senkha 's expression remains flat and dead; the gash on her head, however, reopens. A tiny trickle of blood starts down the side of her head.

Macglynn stares you down.
Macglynn says: Senkha.

Senkha looks at Oliver, looking not at all unlike a crazed rabbit about to be caught by a snake.

Macglynn also looks at her. He doesn't say anything, though, and eventually just leaves.

Ludovick continues to be a dead robot.

Senkha sags in relief as Oliver leaves. It's only then that she touches her hand to her head and sees the blood on her fingers. "--fuck."

Ludovick 's eyes lazily drift over to Senkha. "You are bleeding," he observes.

Senkha swallows hard several times and closes her eyes, her hand still over the gash. It slowly seals itself, though she glances to the door warily. "...I can't...I...fuck." She drops her hands to her lap, defeated. "Ludo."

Ludovick is now staring at Senkha, unblinking. "I am here to be used. Do what you need with me," he says in monotone, as if he's a vending machine that dispenses only deadpan stares and bad advice.

Senkha looks at Ludovick. "Tell me what happened. That's what I want from you right now. I need to think about something other than how I feel right now."

Ludovick takes this as his cue to look away, pulling his hood back. He looks like his world has pretty much just ended. "My efforts were in vain."

Senkha 's expression becomes sympathetic, no longer panicked. "...not Urien, I hope?"

Ludovick shakes his head.

Senkha says: But someone.

Ludovick shrugs, resting two fingers against his temple.

Senkha nods and pushes herself forward with an enormous amount of effort. She tries to rest her right cheek against Ludo's shoulder, but her lack of left hand results in it being just her forehead against his shoulder, like a shoulderpalm or something.

Ludovick doesn't respond to this at all, despite Senkha's obvious physical pain. "I should go," he says flatly. "I have work to do tonight. The Light's justice will see this through."

Senkha doesn't move from this position, despite its awkwardness. "Ludo...I need you to stay alive for me tonight."

Ludovick 's head slowly turns to regard Senkha. "My heart has been taken from me. I have one no longer. With no heart, I do not live."

Senkha looks up at Ludo from his shoulder, her eyes filled with tears. "Ludo...please don't do this. -Please-. I...I can't do this. My daughter's out there. We just found her alive, she was missing for three days."
Senkha says: And I'm so -angry- with her, she broke my heart. And I'm afraid to see her because I don't want to break hers.
Senkha says: She -hurt- me. And I can't do this alone. Oliver doesn't understand it at all. But I know...I know that -you- do.

Ludovick 's eyes are clearly watching Senkha, but they are glazed over. "What do you wish me to do," he says in monotone. "I am but a tool now." Yes, he is a tool.

Senkha finally manages to lift her right arm to go around Ludo's waist, holding herself close against his side. "I need you to stay alive for me, until I've come back to myself more, until I'm less broken. When I'm not in pieces anymore, when I'm whole again..."
Senkha says: ...if you still want to die then, if you still want to kill yourself then, I won't stop you. Light knows I've wanted to kill myself more times than I can count.

Ludovick shows the first hint of emotion he has during the entire conversation, huffing through his nose. "I can make no promises," he sighs. "You are my friend, and I care for you."
Ludovick looks away, and back to the floor.

To Mariius: Her mental voice is very tightly controlled, as if she's holding a LOT back. "Ludovick is going to kill Faronne and himself. I'm trying to talk him out of it. I'll let you know if I need help."

Mariius whispers: "Just tell me. I'll disable him."

Senkha looks up at Ludo again, swallowing hard and letting out a quiet sob. "Ludo...I care for you, too. You're all I have of my past anymore that made me happy. I...can't lose you now, too. Not after losing Riley."
To Mariius: "I will."
To Macglynn: If Oliver is paying attention at all, he'd notice that her thoughts are about six billion times calmer...and not at all on her family. They're also about six billion times sadder. The saddest thoughts.

Ludovick shifts slightly, leaning back and pulling Senkha's head into his lap to rest. He has yet to smile or even frown. "I have never wanted to die. However, lessons must be taught to those who would seek to toy with my very dreams."

Macglynn whispers: If Senkha is paying attention, Oliver is discreetly discussing with Marius that his daughter was encased in shadow magic when he found her and wtf is dis.

Senkha turns her head in his lap so that she's looking up at him. "What will your death teach her?" she asks in a thick voice.

Ludovick has one arm wrapped around Senkha's side, the other hand resting on his knee. "That she has broken my heart. She wanted it, after all. I will simply deliver it to her personally."

Senkha grimaces at this statement and shakes her head. "Ludo...I think that by her actions, she's shown that she's unrepentant. If she -is- unrepentant...what's to make her so punished by your death?"
Senkha says: If she's cruel enough to break her heart, why would she be soft-hearted enough to have her heart broken by you?

Ludovick shakes his head. "She flogged herself...the night before. I suppose after she...," he trails off, choosing not to finish that sentence. "She is the only woman I have ever given my love to, or my fidelity." He gulps, reaching into his robes to ferret about for a cigarette, lighting up and taking a long drag. "I have a dead heart in a dead world, Senkha. There is nothing for me here."

Senkha resists the urge to facepalm at this emoness and pushes herself up from Ludovick's lap. She cringes in pain as she does so, a pain that's not only outward but inward as well. "And what of those who haven't hurt you? Why would you punish us?"

Ludovick slides his hand from Senkha, simply leaving it to rest by his side. "Life moves on," he says with a shrug. "I may survive this, after all. It depends on if my hand is steady enough, and my mind is quick. The removal of my heart may go smoothly."

To Mariius: "...he wants to remove his own heart. Does that even work?" Again, she's holding back a torrent, but she's reaching out for him quite a bit more than usual. Healing Senkhas = bad idea, Marius.

Mariius whispers: ~He'd die before he actually managed it, I'd imagine."

To Mariius: "Then you may want to knock him out shortly. I don't know that I'm getting through to him."

Mariius whispers: "Alright."

Senkha says: ...you'd die before you even reached your heart, Ludo.

Ludovick shakes his head. "Not with the proper mending and will. The Light will see that the woman I thought I would be atoning for every misdeed with together will suffer just as I have."

To Mariius: "...yeah, he's a loss. How do I knock him out?"

Senkha just sort of stares at Ludo as if he's speaking a different language. The language of the even crazier than Senkha.

Mariius fits at his gloves. -And then whips around like a two-ton truck to SLAM Ludovick in the back of the head-- knuckles crooked-- and aim to knock him straight out.

Ludovick is cracked in the back of the head, falling to the floor and crumbling into a heap. He seems shocked, and even more betrayed than before, still just a bit conscious. -

Mariius says: -This is so you don't kill yourself. Stop making the 'woe is me' eyes.

Senkha peers over the side of the bed, looking very apologetic. "...I'm sorry. You're not thinking clearly. We'll talk about it more when you wake up."

Ludovick taps the wedding ring on his finger, disappearing with a loud crack.

Senkha says: --No!
Senkha is staring at the spot where Ludo was on the floor, face aghast. "--no, no-- LUDO!"
Senkha yells: LUDO!

November 25, Part I: Oliver Finds Dizzy

Macglynn whispers: Suddenly, there's a spark of pure -joy- from his end.

To Macglynn: Senkha is too deep asleep to notice.

Macglynn whispers: JOY.

To Macglynn: SLEEP.
To Macglynn: She's starting to wake up, slowly, but there's a lot of pain. "...Oliver, what..."

Macglynn whispers: JOY.

To Macglynn: Now she's awake. "Is she...?"

Macglynn whispers: "She's safe."
Macglynn whispers: JOY. ALSO BAWW.

To Macglynn: "Is she hurt. Is she awake."
To Macglynn: Also a whole lot of pain.
To Macglynn: "Oliver, answer me. Is she hurt? Is she awake?"

Macglynn whispers: "We'll be there soon. She's fahn."

To Macglynn: Sudden panic. "No. No no. Not here. No."

Macglynn whispers: "We're coming there." He sounds firm.

To Macglynn: "NO."
To Macglynn: "Take her home, please, take her anywhere but here, SHE CAN'T SEE ME LIKE THIS."

Macglynn whispers: "She's upset an' wants t'see you, dammit!"

To Macglynn: "NO."
To Macglynn: "Take her home. Don't let her see me like this, I can't see her like this."

Macglynn whispers: "Fer Light's sake, what's more importn', yer pride, or yer daughter?"

To Macglynn: Mental silence, as if she's just been slapped. But there's a sense that it's not about pride. She doesn't want to scare Dizzy. She doesn't want Dizzy to know how hurt she is. And...she's angry? Hurt? Betrayed? None of that makes sense. She pushes it away.

Senkha is half awake and groaning something panicked under her breath. She's trying to get off the bed on the opposite side.
Senkha is not doing very well with this.

Ziichi moves over towards Senkha, touching her arm softly at first, and then holding her firmly. "Sinka, Olly's bringin' 'er. Don' fall down an' git y'self 'urt. Tha' ain' help no one."

Macglynn whispers: His thoughts are curious. Is it really about not wanting to scare her? What's more terrifying to a child, seeing a hurt parent, or being told that they can't see a parent right now?

Senkha panics more at the touch. "Get off of me, she CAN'T COME HERE, get off of me!"

Ziichi moves her hand away and creases her eyebrows. "W-Why, why ain' she come 'ere, Sinka?"

To Macglynn: Senkha's gone into total panic mode because SOMEONE IS TOUCHING HER. Dancing at the Shady Serpent, dancing at the Shady Serpent, dancing at the Shady Serpent--

Senkha doesn't answer, just trying to get away to absolutely no avail. It hurts too much to move so she just tries to pull the covers over her instead.

Ziichi sits back a bit and watches Senkha, chewing her bottom lip. After some time, she pulls her boots off and sets them beside the bed, then settles with her back against the headboard and sings softly in Thalassian; it's pretty much her one talent. ...although she's not bad at sewing.

Senkha manages to get most of the blankets over her left side, though she only keeps them over her head for about half a second before throwing them off. She looks like she's gone -completely- insane (Gone? ha.).

Macglynn whispers: A mental sigh, if one is possible. Also something of a mental wince. He's going to get anger-braned later and he knows it.

Senkha throws the blankets from the bed to the floor in her increasing panic. And then cringes in pain, right hand shooting to her left arm. She just gives up and lies back, sobbing silently and squeezing her eyes shut.

Ziichi watches Senkha quietly, then looks over towards the windows. She slides off the bed and pads barefoot over towards the bank of glass, opening them one at a time to get air and light in. Dizzy did this for her; it's only fitting she do the same.

To Macglynn: Dancing at the Shady Serpent, dancing at the Shady Serpent, dancing at the Shady Serpent...

Senkha & Oliver: November 7

Macglynn says: Senkha.

Senkha says: Oliver.

Macglynn says: After th' party, we're takin' Dizzy t' Dalaran.

You blink at Macglynn.
Senkha says: Alright. What for?

Macglynn says: It'll take a night t'git there Ah reckon.

Senkha says: An' what're we doin' there?
Senkha frowns and scowls. "And what are we doing there?"

Macglynn says: Why'd y'repeat yerself?
Macglynn says: Anyway.
Macglynn says: There's a lady there whut trains bears ta be rode. Ah even seen 'em carryin' kids. Ah was thinkin'. Well.
Macglynn says: Th' kid likes bears.

Senkha says: She -loves- bears.
Senkha smiles slowly. "They had bear cubs for sale in Stormwind. I almost bought her one. This may be the best idea you've ever had, love."
Senkha says: ...aside from marrying me, of course.
You wink slyly at Macglynn.

Macglynn says: Ah seen people keep stranger animals'n bears, an'-
Macglynn says: 'Sahd from that, yes.

Senkha says: Well. I think that's a great idea, and she'll love Dalaran. We should make it a treasure hunt for her to find the boat tickets that'll take us north. And I promised her months ago that we'd take her.

Macglynn smiles. "It's settled, then. Ah got-- hm. Well, Ah'll give whut Ah got to pay." He looks guilty. HAVE A FAMILY, GET A JOB, HOBO.

Senkha smiles at Oliver understandingly. "It's alright. We'll figure it out. And speaking of figuring things out..."
Senkha says: I didn't quite understand what you were explaining earlier and I was wondering if you could demonstrate a few of the concepts to me.

Macglynn says: Hah. Haha.
Macglynn says: Okay.
Macglynn says: Ah'm better with hands-on demonstratin'.

Senkha says: Hands-on, hm?

Macglynn says: Mhm.

Senkha wheels her horse around (where did she get a horse, wtf) and starts slowly walking back to the house. "Not one to work with diagrams and charts?"

Macglynn says: Ah'm not very good at writin'.

Senkha says: You're not too bad at drawing.
Senkha says: I saw you draw...things in that journal that I gave you.

Macglynn says: Well, Ah work better if whut Ah'm doin' is right there in frunna me.
Macglynn says: Nah, whut, th' stars?

Senkha says: Mmm. I like them.

Macglynn says: Never thought much 'a 'em, really. Jus' t'git the ahdea across.
Macglynn says: S'pose that's whut a diagram is.

Senkha says: Mmhm.
Senkha says: Marius draws them of...things.

Macglynn says: Dicks?

Stehlp happily repeats Oliver!

Senkha says: I heard that he drew diagrams for someone illustrating the 'birds and the bees.'

Macglynn says: ... Maybe Ah should try drawin' dahgrams.

Senkha says: You should try diagramming me!

Macglynn says: ... Whut.

Senkha says: Well, I don't mean literally diagramming, but maybe just drawing?

Macglynn says: Well-- if y'want?

Senkha laughs, blushing a little and fumbling with her keys. "It'd be interesting. You could practice drawing on me...maybe you could make loads of money from it!"

Macglynn says: Please.
Macglynn says: Ah ain't that good at it.
Macglynn bonks you on the noggin. Doh!

Senkha kicks off her boots and plops down by the fireplace, leaning back against the wall. "You could be if you practice! Practice makes perfect."

Macglynn removes his blade, and his cloak follows. He sets the blade against the wall and tosses his cloak in a heap on the floor beside it. "Fine. But Ah ain't promisin' it'll look anythin' like yah."

Senkha grins, crossing her legs and closing her eyes lightly. "I don't expect it to at first, but I'll bet that if you practice..." She shrugs and holds out her hands towards him.

Macglynn seats himself beside her. He doesn't seem particularly confident, but he's smiling just the same. He's holding his journal, hardly written-in as it is, and an old pen.

Senkha is a wonderful writing teacher but she knows little to nothing about drawing. "What would you like me to do?" she asks, smiling eagerly.

Macglynn scoots around a bit so that he's actually facing her. He slouches forward a bit, pen held out over the open journal. "Uh. Jus', uh. Stay real still-like."

Senkha says: Alright.
Senkha gets as comfortable as she can, eyes still closed, and tries to relax so that she doesn't feel the need to move a muscle.

Macglynn looks between the paper and Senkha multiple times, like he's trying to figure out how a piece of paper is somehow going to become his wife. He touches the pen tip to the paper like he's ready to begin. He then circles the pen around over the paper, but makes no marks. He then looks between her and the paper again, back to square one.

Senkha has no idea what's going on and simply keeps her eyes closed and her face serene. She even tries to relax her hands, letting them fall face-up on her lap.

Macglynn makes a sudden, quick, curved line, something of an oval at the top, and three diagonal lines straight through it. He stares at it. "Right."
Macglynn begins to add a mess of lines in every direction. What results is a light and scribbly human-shaped mess.

Senkha still doesn't move, even when the earth shakes, but there's an aura of pleasure about her, as if this is both flattering and fun.

Macglynn goes over the light scribbles again and again, darker and darker in the places where there are shadows, the figure starting to have a sense of volume.
Macglynn smiles, not looking up from the drawing. "Never noticed y'got one tiny freckle on th' side 'a yer jaw." He crosshatches a few details into her clothing.

Senkha barely moves to say, "Have I?" Without really meaning to, she reaches a hand up to touch her jaw...and then drops it, remembering that she's supposed to be sitting still

Macglynn still smiles, and gives a small nod. "'S right there, right where it curves up t'erd yer ear." He frowns as it comes to detailing the shoulderpieces. Who designed these things, honestly?

Senkha has no idea who designed them, but they are some of the nicest rogue armor in the world. Either way, she tries to resume her earlier serene posture, though her lips twitch slightly as though she wants to smile.

Macglynn holds up the picture, apparently finished. He tilts it a few degrees, his expression very much =/. "Well."

Senkha opens her eyes and peers over, barely containing her almost childlike excitement. "Can I see?"

Macglynn turns it around. It's a sketchy, crosshatchy mess, but the mess is almost organized in how all the tiny lines mimic shape and shadow. It's not confident, but it's surprisingly proportionate, if not a little exagerrated on the more detailed features.

Senkha isn't really much of an artist, as her previous attempts at carving deathchargers have shown, so she's genuinely enthusiastic about his attempt. "Oh wow! This is so good! She looks just like me! You even made shadows!" Senkha laughs in disbelief.
Senkha says: I never thought someone'd be drawing pictures of -me- of all things. Samira was always the prettier one.

Macglynn says: ... Well 'a 'course Ah made shadows. That's whut it all is, if y'look at...
Macglynn stops as she laments not being the "pretty one". He looks at her, somewhat sadly, but doesn't say anything.
Macglynn whispers: *doesn't think Senkha is unpretty*

Senkha doesn't notice the sadness at all, she's just so excited about someone drawing a picture of her. "You and Dizzy both, we're going to ha--" She stops at this thought and turns to look at Oliver curiously. It's less disbelief and more that she's never thought about it, at least not recently. Not really able to say anything in response to that thought, she leans over and very gently kisses Oliver.

Macglynn blinks at you.
Macglynn says: ... That mean y'like it?

Senkha grins, pulling back and nodding eagerly. "I told you, it's really good. I wish I could paint; I'd paint it and hang it on the wall and everyone could think I was this grand lady."

Macglynn looks back at it. "Hm. Well, that's good. Ah s'pose that'll gimme somethin' ta work on."

Senkha laughs lightly, leaning back against the fireplace again, still oddly giddy. "Mmm, if you're not careful, you'll overinflate my ego and I won't be able to walk through doors anymore, my head'll be so fat."

Macglynn says: Yer ego's in yer head?

Senkha says: It's an expression. When someone's got a big ego, people say he's got a fat head.

Macglynn says: Huh. Y'think if somebody had a fat head, they'd think less 'a themselves.

Senkha says: I think it's because all the praise "goes to their head," so to speak. I don't really know many people who are -really- like that.
Senkha says: Maybe Selvie.

Macglynn says: Y'know, th' more Ah hear y'say 'bout yer sister, th' more Ah wanna meet 'er again so Ah kin punch 'er in th' ovaries.

Senkha's smile fades some, and she shakes her head. "...maybe just give her a stern talking-to. She's happy now, I hear, off married to Lius. I don't want anything to do with it."

Macglynn says: ... Lius? Really?

To Macglynn: *most of her thoughts are on the fact that she wouldn't wish not being able to have kids on someone who's still her sister, despite everything. Nicene, maybe, though...*

Senkha says: Mmhm. Who'da thought, right?

Macglynn whispers: *Oliver firmly believes that no one like Selvaggia should have children.*
Macglynn says: He is kinna a dick, Ah kin see it.

Senkha says: So I guess if they're happy and all.

To Macglynn: *vaguely, she remembers some of the nicer things about Selvaggia...just under the surface is the suggestion, and her own knowledge, that a lot of it is resentment that Selvaggia herself did nothing to help*
Senkha says: I mean...she knows how I feel about her, so I doubt we'd ever see her around here.

Macglynn whispers: *Oliver still thinks she's a cunt, but he won't punch her in the ovaries if his waifu doesn't want him to.*

To Macglynn: *Senkha appreciates this. He can punch her in the teeth if he wants, though*

Macglynn says: Maybe settlin' down'll make 'er less 'a bitch.

Senkha gives Oliver a hopeful smile. "Well, it's done that for me. Look how domestic I've become, making pancakes for anyone who stumbles in the door, getting fruit baskets..."

Macglynn closes his journal and tosses it across the room. It skids across the floor until it's blocked by the pile of cloth that it his cloak. He rests back against the hearth with her. "This ain't where Ah thought Ah'd be a year ago."

Senkha grins and shifts over so that she's resting her head in his lap and looking up at him. "A year ago, I accidentally joined a cult," she confesses with a laugh behind her voice.

Macglynn laughs. "Ah think y'told me 'bout that. Somethin' about skulls."

Senkha says: I wanted to prove a point...so I sent that cult leader thing skulls because he said I was bad at hiding. And then he roped me into his cult. It was incredibly stupid.

Macglynn says: It sounds stupid. Ah hope y'reported 'em all to th' city guard.

Senkha says: I didn't have to. The leader hired me to assassinate Afterburn.
Senkha grins, reaching up to touch Oliver's left cheek. "And, seeing as how I wasn't suicidal then, I told him the whole story. Things happened, Winter Veil sucked, and here we are."

Macglynn says: Well.
Macglynn looks like he doesn't know what to say!
Macglynn says: Ah'm glad y'wasn't dumb.
Macglynn nods.

Senkha laughs again, shaking her head. "Now that's something I'm not at all used to hearing. How about you? Where were you a year ago?"

Macglynn says: ... A year ago? Hm.
Macglynn looks thoughtful. "Ah s'pose a year ago Ah was carryin' out whut'd normally be suicide missions fer th' Argent Crusade."
Macglynn says: Wun't much to me, a year ago. Even less so two years ago.

Senkha hums thoughtfully at this. "You mean right after you were freed. What day was that?"

Macglynn says: Whut day? Hm. It'd be-- heck, two years ago in jus' about a week.
Macglynn says: Th' thirteenth 'a November.

Senkha says: ...kind of like a second birthday for you, isn't it?

Macglynn laughs. "S'pose it is, in a way. Day after my boy's birthday, if Ah kin remember it right."

Senkha also laughs, though her laughter is sadder. "We'll have to do something special, you and I. Though I can tell you...Ziichi already has plans for your birthday in February."

Macglynn says: She whut na'? Aw, Senkha, why're yah goin' around tellin' people when it's m'birthday? Ah ain't alahv n'more, don't think they even count!

Senkha says: Well, because her birthday's just five days before. She wanted to celebrate with you...make you a cake and make me taste it for you.

Macglynn sags a bit, though in truth, there's a slight underlying happiness. "... S'pose that's real nice 'a her t' think that."

Senkha drops her hand from his face to lace her fingers with his. "I think the November one, though, should just be us. If you want to do anything at all, that is. I think we should."

Macglynn laughs softly. "Ah'd not mind an excuse ta be goin' an' doin' somethin'."

Senkha says: We'll have to leave Dizzy at the Quel'Talan, but...well. Where would you like to go? Your choice, lover.

Macglynn says: Always saddlin' me with th' tough decisions, huh?
Macglynn smirks slyly at you.

Senkha chuckles, squeezing his hand lightly. "Well, it's a day that we're celebrating for you, so by rights, you should be the one to choose what we do then."

Macglynn says: Ha' 'bout Ah throw a dart at a map an' let fate decide?

Senkha says: Do we have any maps?

Macglynn says: ... Ah don't think we does.
Macglynn says: Fuck it, let's go someplace pretty, outta th' way, with nobody around fer miles.

Senkha says: Hmm. Twin Colossals? Like our first day out? That's pretty and out of the way.

Macglynn grins. "Y'kna' whut? Ah think that sounds lahk a plan."

Senkha says: Only this time, I'll wear clothes more suitable for traveling -to- the jungle instead of just short trousers for actually being -in- the jungle.

Rescuing Dizzy: November 1

Macglynn has an obvious madness about him, and as Senkha approaches, he turns quickly back to face the manor and trods across the bridge. Good day, Eddy.

Senkha doesn't speak at all, the same madness about her, as it has been for the past two days. She keeps behind Oliver, breath heavy and measured like a creature waiting to prey on something.

Macglynn 's pace is quick but even. A gargoyle lands on the rooftop and shrieks as they approach, signaling the presence of their target.

Senkha snarls.

Macglynn kicks in the door! Dust rains down on the two of them, but he doesn't even blink. He doesn't need to.

Senkha has a mask on. Blinking is totally optional.

Bordros yells: Disciples, I request a certain novel: Biography... You know the one.

Senkha frowns at the odd crackling between her and Oliver, as if the connection has gone bad. She shakes her head a few times, trying to clear it, but to no avail. She looks at him and shrugs, then snarls as she hears the voice.

Macglynn doesn't seem to mind the absence of his communication. He's heard the voice; his target is confirmed. He draws his blade and charges forward, toward the source of the voice.

Bordros yells: If I find geist spittle on the cover once more, I'll have each of your decrepit heads! You hear?

Macglynn looks at Bordros.

Senkha follows, slipping into the shadows once the target is acquired. She does, however, laugh softly as she does this. Here we go.

Bordros yells: Anita?

Oliver leaps over the edge, bullrushing Edwin the moment he sets a sight on him. Stupid? By most logical accounts, yes.

Senkha remains in the shadows, prefering the subtle route, but before long, she is behind Edwin, daggers drawn to catch him if he falls.

Bordros heard the not-so silent running of plate boots, flicking a Death Gate behind Dizzy and the rotting aberation, as he was rushed, he attempted to powerhug her into the gate, to lead them to another room of the manor.

Ariadine lets out a panicked squeal as she is shoved into the gate her scream cut off by the teleportation.

Bordros yells: You'll have to do better than that, Slackjaw!

Senkha snarls in frustration as they disappear, her snarl sounding something like "I fucking -HATE- Death Gates." She glances to Oliver, looking around at their new friends and aggravated at not being able to communicate with him silently.

As Edwin departed from the room, geists sprang from the ceiling, quickly circling the pair.

Macglynn is entirely silent as she's once again ported from his grasp, the only sound the sharp clang of his blade against the stone floor. A geist jumps his back, and he's quick to twist and fall back, landing on his side and impaling it with a shoulder spike.

Bordros yells: You know, you really shouldn't interrupt -family- business! Uninvited guests are -not- welcome in my manor!

Senkha pulls a trio of boomerang-shaped, blessed daggers from her belt and throws them in an arc, attempting to catch as many geists as she can with them.

The remaining geists were felled, the gate to the next room opening.

Senkha continues onward, stopping to pick up her daggers.

Bordros yells: Come forth, Blightreaver and wench. My daughter awaits your -attempts-!

Oliver raises a hand and the mutilated corpses of the geists rise to his command. They're even less intelligent than they'd usually be, but it's meat to throw. His eyes widen and the remnants of his lips twist into a grin. He loves games.

Projection Eddy claps his hands, the bones in the room forming to skeletal monsters, them forming a phalanx in the room, "You'd be wise to hurry it up, I grow bored."

Senkha looks unimpressed, though she stands by Oliver--Blightreaver, at this point, really--letting him control the geists. The undead are not her target tonight; she couldn't care less what happens to them.

Bordros yells: How much longer do you have left... You aren't taking my daughter from me.... NOT -AGAIN-!

Oliver is a completionist at heart, and enough drops of water will fill a bucket. He focuses on the undead, not wanting them in his way. His eyes brighten and a blast of frost pulses from him, hopefully freezing the construct.

Dizzy looks up to Bordros, a faint smile playing across her lips. "...Told you."

"Anita... The captured hicks will be your next -lesson-... And I'm not allowing you to hold back." he leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

Dizzy ducks the kiss, a cold look of pure hatred replaces the smug and childish smile.

Edwin ruffled her hair, being all tall and british-deader-ey.

Bordros yells: You know... A woman came by last night, is this the fodder your throw at me?

Senkha hangs back with some irritation, not wanting to get caught in the pulse of frost at the construct. If the pulse hit, however, she would charge forward to hit the construct at any weak point it might have. She doesn't seem to be hearing Edwin's voice in the least. She's far past goading.

The phalanx was infact frozen, making the weak points easily strikeable. Most likely shattering them to bits.

Dizzy slowly begins to edge behind Bordros.

Edwin smiled cockily, he's too dern snooty to notice!

Senkha pulls her daggers from the shattered phalanx with a snarl then stands and begins to advance silently, dangerously, on where she sees the two of them in front of her.

Bordros yells: Good show.
Bordros yells: Well go on, strike me!

Oliver runs a circle around the side of the room, attempting to surround them between Senkha and himself. There are many bones in this room, much to his delight, and as he passes them they rise, clattering together to form skeletal minions.

Senkha continues to advance slowly, finally breaking into a run as the distance between them grows smaller. She leaps!...

Phantasmal-Eddy peers to Oliver, clapping unimpressidly and yawning. Edwin smiled, the images would fade for a moment as Senkha ran through them, reforming. Edwin laughing all the more obnoxiously.

...and falls to the ground, daggers catching in the stone, a snarl in her throat. She looks up to Oliver, silently, not even hearing the laughter but glancing at the side doors. Which way...?

Bordros says: ...You really -are- quite simple. Woi would I give you the -prize- of my presence so easily?

The steel doors clanked open, "Do go and -attempt- at finding me." the images faded, them likely going to another room to be all hologram-like.

Oliver halts. Okay, illusions. He also looks pretty unimpressed and runs forward, the skeletal constructs and straggling geist-ghoul shambling behind him.

Senkha stops when she sees the two of them in front of her. Not going to leap at air again, she looks at the skeletal constructs and geist ghoul. Send them in first, she seems to say without saying.

Bordros yells: So pitiful... You risk -so- much for -my- child.

Loathe to take an order from her, Oliver sends the constructs in anyway.

Necromancers poured from the various doors in the room, the hoods veiling their faces and each had a skeletal minion to call their own.

The necromancers scowl, flinging Death Coils and all matter of spells at Oliver's 'army', whilst their constructs went in for the more 'up close and personal' approach.

Oliver seems particularly happy about this, because fighting the living is so much easier than fighting the dead. Something jabs at the minds of anything nearby, like a pickaxe slowly working into a rock wall. A sharp sound.

Senkha should probably know better than to make suggestions by now. She crouches and leaps to grab the wood beams of the ceiling, holding herself above the constructs before swinging down behind one of the necromancers and slitting his throat. She laughs delightedly and disappears into the shadows in a puff of smoke to give the next necromancer the same treatment.

The necromancers react instantly, fumbling to the ground and covering their ears. Senkha would make quick work of the next poor sap, him too occupied with doing such.

The sharp sound grows in strength and he crouches. Let them come.

Senkha seems immune to the sound, moving on to her third and fourth targets, still laughing with delight as their blood spatters across the floor in very stylish patterns. She should be an interior designer.

The necromancers slain, the abberations just sift into bone, crumbling to the ground.

Bordros yells: You're so... Persistent. Fine, meet me in my quarters.
The images faded.

Oliver's usefulness is limited here; she with light-blessed blades, and he only with plague. These are the words he's awaited and he takes off, his constructs running first. A wave of unholy energy bursts from him as he runs, knocking back anything that would dare try to stand in his way.

Bordros yells: ...'Ello.
Edwin would flick his wrist, attempting to send Dizzy to a chained-off section of the room, via Death Gate, of course.

Dizzy withdraws the scalpel she has kept in her sleeve all day and silently moves behind Bordros.

Oliver runs forward. Not always the best of plans, but he's not really the best of minds, so it's okay. He sends out a Death Grip, trying to pull Eddy away from Dizzy so she doesn't become collateral damage of what's about to happen.

It's hard to tell if Dizzy is flushed with excitement or fever. The small girl looks exhausted and ill. Seeing the book that everyone has spoken of she lets out a strangled cry and tries to shove the scalpel into the center of the book.

Senkha follows Oliver and the constructs, though her approach is more strategic and cautious. As they reach the chamber, she slips into the shadows.

Dizzy was pushed aside! GAME OVER MAN, GAME OVER.

Edwin is grip'd! As he ascended upon Oliver, he attempted to lay a spiked shoulder into his cranium, positioning himself as he soared.

Dizzy drops to her knees, the last of her energy spent on the attempted book-shanking. Letting out a tired sigh she falls to her side and she slips into unconsciousness.

Oliver twists his shoulder to block one spike with another. The left spikes crumple in like foil on the impact, but his head is safe. The shriek is constant now, like a mosquito in one's ear, picking, picking, picking at anyone's thoughts, held back only by the smartly-placed wards.
Oliver is pushed to the ground by the momentum, but doesn't let himself fall without trying to bring a plated elbow into Eddy's temple.

Senkha, still unphased by the constant mosquito shriek, appears from the shadows behind Edwin, giving a soft, wicked laugh. One blessed throwing dagger she attempts to drive into the base of his skull before disappearing again.

Edwin was stabbed! Her received the elbow, his jaw cracking unnaturely. He attempted to open a gate -under- Oliver, opening it on the ceiling. If this would work, he'd attempt to use Oliver as a deader landing pad to the cobble below.

Dizzy shudders as the sound of the shrieking even slightly awakens her. Curling up into a ball she rocks back and forth slightly and covers her ears. She's not so sure of what is nightmare and reality anymore.

Oliver falls through, and lands again on the stairs with a sharp crack issuing from both his body and armor. He makes something of a snarling sound and the shrill noise grows even louder and more painful, like claws. He grips Edwin by the hair and attempts to smash his head into the stairs.

Edwin is smashed, roaring and snarling under Oliver's grip, he attempted to pull away from this... And lose quite the chunk of his GLORIOUS HAIR!

Senkha's had this noise in her head the past three days and has boned it in the past, so...whatever. She appears from the shadows again, landing on her knees on Edwin's back, knives drawn. She attempts to drive them into his neck, still laughing.

Dizzy lets out a wail as the shrieking intensifies along with the manic laughter.

Edwin's hair is pulled away, the not-so-healthy strands easily being ripped from the rotting head, he flung his arms back, writhing and wailing, "This shan't be your day!" his voice slobbery, he attempted to grip Senkha's hands by moving his arms awkwardly behind his back before this could occur, hopefully.

Senkha seems to shudder somewhat at the sound of Dizzy's wail, bringing her daggers up from trying to decapitate the monster before he even begins to flail. She tries to step on his head as she turns around and walks down the steps towards Dizzy.

Oliver tosses the handful of glorious British hair to the side. He picks up his blade, having dropped it in the fall.

Senkha kneels beside Dizzy, though she doesn't remove her mask because Light only knows what's going to happen if she does that. She reaches for Dizzy, her voice coming out weak and croaky. "Mah--Monkey. Baby. Momma's here."

Dizzy shivers and shakes, her wailing intensified. In a full out delirium the sounds of battle, laughter, screams, and shrieking finally breaking her. She thrashes wildly in Senkhas arms, sobbing. "'Nother dream! 'Nother dream!"

Senkha just holds tightly to Dizzy, closing her eyes. She tries to reach out her mind towards Dizzy, fighting against the painful wards to do so. "Not a dream. Not a dream, Monkey. I'm here. I'm taking you home."

Ariadine 's thrashing lessens as Senkha tries to calm her. The girl wraps her arms around her mother and her screams calm.

Senkha holds Dizzy as tightly as she can, glancing back towards Oliver and Edwin, her eyes lighting on the book. She looks around, trying to find some way to get at that book without letting go of her daughter. The way she's holding on, it seems she never intends to let go again.

Macglynn seems to be temporarily brought to a right state of mind by the sound of his daughter's screams. He looks past Eddy and right to her, but the name-- this time he answers his name, and he looks up at Eddy with a smile that could only be described as "demented". He moves as though he's laughing, but there's no sound. Not out loud. The shriek continues to pick against the wards, turning into the familiar metal-on-metal grind straight into the thoughs of anyone nearby.

Ariadine shudders at the returning sounds and hangs onto Senkha as tight as possible.

Bordros hands did not go to his ears as he heard this, but to his tome. He hobbled awkwardly down the stairs, almost sobbing, "...Ch-....Ch-..." he collapsed to his knees, a thick, black liquid pouring from under his mask.

Senkha once again screws her eyes shut under her mask, focusing hard on working through the wards to shield her mind. As she hears Edwin's choked sounds, she looks back at Oliver again, opening her eyes just barely. "Get-the-book," she says through gritted teeth before resuming her efforts, obviously putting herself in a lot of pain to do so.

Macglynn stands. He's been injured, this much is clear from the matte black substance that drips from his body onto the stairs.
Macglynn looks at Bordros.
Macglynn smiles at Bordros.

Bordros just laughed, "You know... Never thought it'd end this way... -Here-." he chortled, "I suppose you'll have my daughter... Heh... Heh." his tome glowed brightly, him placing his hand to the ground, almost slipping in a pool of blackened blood... His own ichor.

Macglynn doesn't allow this. Not for a second. He rushes him again with his good shoulder, one hand lifted. The air is humid here, to his luck, and the moisture gathers around his hand to form a dagger of ice, which he tries to bring down on the book before it does... whatever it's doing, yo.

The dagger goes cleanly into the book... Though, it didn't feel like pages. It felt like skin. Edwin -screamed-, falling to the ground and clutching where his heart would be. His ghastly white hair began to reform to it's living, raven hue. The dim glow from his eyes fading, the body flopping to the side, "...And so... The book dies before the writer." his head fell against the stone... Dead.
The blackened ichor made a -pool- of blood around Edwin's character, his dying features looking -young-.

Senkha gives a soft, satisfied laugh as she sees Edwin fall still, the glow from his eyes fading. Her gaze then turns to Oliver; she is still wearing her mask, but there's an aura of expectation about her.

Macglynn twists the dagger in the book until the ice has melted in the heat of the underground. He tears the tome from its chains and proceeds to shred it with his hands.

The tome is shredded! Voices seeping through as Oliver did so, "...Free at last. Finally... A fitting grave for the old, withered prick."

Senkha holds Dizzy more tightly against her, still giving Oliver a look of expectation. After a few moments, she speaks, rasping: "Bl-- love. You're hurting -her-."

Macglynn throws the remains down and turns up the stairs. His cloak probably does that awesome fwooshy thing. A blight seeps up from the cracks of the floor, eating away at what remained of the body's flesh. There's a final, sharp, jarring metallic screech, and then silence as he leaves.

Senkha exhales slowly, no longer trying to ward Dizzy's mind, the pain in her own mind leaving. She's not going to even bother trying to heal in here, but simply stands, lifting Dizzy with her as if the child weighs nothing. "See, Monkey? It's time to go home."
Senkha pauses at the top of the stairs.
Ariadine smiles faintly before slipping into a slightly more peaceful fevered slumber.
Senkha leans hard against one of the braziers until it falls over, sending fire to the ground below. FWOOM!
Senkha says: Capital.
Senkha stops once they're outside the manor, exhaling in relief as the wards let go of her mind and her mental pings no longer hurt like hell. She frowns not to see Oliver, because he is the best psychopath husband, then kneels, laying Dizzy on the ground.
Senkha says: --should try to get you a little less...unwell before we go home.

To Macglynn: *Coming through loud and clear! "Where are you."*

Senkha removes her mask, letting it hang loosely down her back, and looks Dizzy over for any injuries she may have, aside from the high fever. She doesn't know how to fix that one just yet.
Senkha closes her eyes and puts her hands on Dizzy's body. She's putting more effort into this than usual: the words on her arm slowly begin to seal up and her broken leg mends smoothly. The infection doesn't disappear completely, but it lessens some...enough that she can get to Stormwind before treatment. And then Senkha remembers that she can contact the Sigil! Marvels!

Macglynn whispers: The response is a practically incessant chattering. An unbroken train of thought. Mine-- nothing-- STOP--done-- can't-- home-- LEAVE ME.

Senkha drops the hand that holds her signet ring and looks down at Dizzy again before slipping her hands under the girl's body. She lifts her daughter once more and begins the long trek home.

To Macglynn: *When she is stable, I am coming for you. Calm yourself before then.*
To Macglynn: *...on second thought. Calm yourself fast and come home. She needs you.*

----

To Arubrey: "We have her."

Arubrey whispers: "-- Where was she?" Relief.

To Arubrey: "His manor. She's sick. Are...where are you?"

Arubrey whispers: "I'm in Silvermoon - I can start making my way out. Where's the manor?"

To Arubrey: "Destroyed. I burned it down. I'm taking her home."

Arubrey whispers: "Do you need me -- should I be there?"

To Arubrey: "I would like you to be here."

Senkha dismounts from her mammoth, holding Dizzy in her arms. She gives Tyvllor a terse nod. "Thank you for coming," she says in a croaky voice and fumbles with her key to unlock the door.
Senkha steps inside; the wards thrum musically as they recognize her presence.

Arubrey whispers: "Tell me where and I'll hoof it now."

To Arubrey: "Home. My house."

Arubrey whispers: "Alright."
Arubrey whispers: "I'll be there as quickly as possible."

Senkha just keeps going until she reaches Dizzy's bedroom and lays the girl on her bed. Stehl-the-whelp comes careening down from upstairs and leaps onto the bed beside Dizzy, chittering nervously. A flower sprouts on her forehead.
Senkha says: --I mended the worst of her wounds, but she's badly infected. She's burning up.

Tyvllor says: She's likely been surrounded by undeath. A variety of afflictions could persist.

Senkha nods her understanding. Her voice comes out flat and emotionless. "I know how to seal wounds. I can't cleanse infections, not with my knowledge."

Tyvllor sets the leather bag he was carrying on the railing.
Tyvllor says: Knowing how to seal wounds is well enough for someone not trained with the Light.
Tyvllor pulled off his gauntlets and set them aside.
Tyvllor thinks this house is to small for him. He kneels by the bedside in order to be closer to the poor child. Rubbing his hands together they become enveloped with a soft glow of Light.

Macglynn very quietly walks into his home and shuts the door. He walks over to one of the chairs in the main room and sits, hunched forward, blade still strapped to his back.

Tyvllor moves his hands to hover over Dizzy's body, tendrils of Light delicately weave down around her body. Gently feeling out sources of Infection, and discerning her over all state.

Senkha seems to register that her armor, covered with undead goo and blood and such, probably isn't helping the infection any. She stands a good several feet away, watching Tyvllor work. When she hears Oliver come in, she turns her head towards the door.

To Macglynn: *I need to get out of this armor; can you please come and watch her a moment?*

Macglynn is still very silent. The chair creaks under his weight as he pushes himself back up to stand, and he instead hovers in the doorway of Dizzy's room. His eyes are closed, as though he's concentrating.

Senkha sees Oliver appear in the doorway and silently steps out, beginning to work the ties of her armor as she does.

Macglynn whispers: His mind is in a complete state of chaos right now. Blightreaver makes up for his outer quiet with a constant stream of consciousness directed at anyone dumb enough to speak to him. Like Senkha!

Arubrey knocks the door three times.

Senkha lids her eyes, inclining her head towards Oliver. She's exhausted, but she'll multitask tonight. She turns to answer the door, as if she already knows who it is.

Tyvllor nods and mumbles to himself as he comes across the sources of the infection, and other maladies that plague her. He starts with the simplest ones to remove, as the glow from his hands intensifies. He begins the arduous process of cleansing the infection from her body.

Senkha says: --Twin. Come on in. Tyvllor is cleansing the infection now.

Arubrey says: ... Infection?

Macglynn whispers: DO NOT SPEAK belongs to STUPID, STUPID CAUSED THIS STOP IT

Arubrey lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.

To Macglynn: There's a calmness, an exhaustion in her mind. That voice has been her constant companion since they met up two days ago. Who caused it? Me? You?

Senkha nods weakly, eyes closed. "She was kept in that filthy house for those three days. He broke her leg. Cut into her arm." She sounds detatched and clinical.

Arubrey nods his head, looking over the scene. Then back to her, returning the same vacant expression. "Where do you need me?"

Senkha pauses, considering. She looks up the stairs to where her discarded armor lies, then at the kitchen. "--can you cook?"

Arubrey says: ... Uhhh.
Arubrey says: I can try?
Arubrey scratches at the back of his head.

Senkha says: I haven't eaten in th-- a lot of days. Dizzy will want something when she wakes, tonight or tomorrow. I...
Senkha looks at the kitchen again as if she has no idea how it works.

Arubrey says: ... Okay.
Arubrey sighs, moving into the kitchen. Digging around in whatever's avaliable to him here. ANYTHING IN PARTICULAR?

Senkha lowers her head in an expression of gratitude. "Thank you," she whispers, going back to stand in the doorway beside Oliver. After a moment, her legs fail her and she just sits on the floor, leaning against his legs.

Tyvllor worked hard, rooting out bits of infection from Dizzy's body and cleansing them away. The Tendrils of Light continued to weave gently around her body, his fingers would twitch occasinally.

Macglynn whispers: YOU HIM not a NOT-- COULDN'T DIDN'T -- the words trail off into a rageful sound, like something shattering- DO NOT SPEAK

Senkha closes her eyes, still leaning against Oliver. The pantry is well-stocked with all manner of food, including the ingredients for pancakes, lots of eggs (LOTS of eggs), and even more jerky.

Ariadine the fevered flush to her face lessens slightly. The troubled expression across her sleeping face melting into a slight frown as her ragged breaths even as well.

Arubrey looks around - grinning. Cake. He can make a cake with all this. He gathers together a few bowls, cracks the eggs. Dried and wet seperated in their own bowls. HARD AT WORK.

To Macglynn: Not speaking. She doesn't even try to speak, though her exhaustion seems to seep through to him. It's over now. It's all over now. Rest.

Tyvllor then turned his attention to the largest bit's of infection now. Digging deep he began to cleanse them away with the Lights strength, focusing on one at a time, moving systematiclly through her body. It would take him a bit longer, but he would leave no source of infection present.

Macglynn slowly gets to his knees. Rest. It's time to rest.

Senkha moves as Oliver kneels, leaning against him. She opens her eyes slightly looking over at Dizzy and Tyvllor. Her voice comes out faintly. "--how is she?"

Tyvllor says: She is strong. The infection was potent, but not the worst I've seen.

Senkha says: Th-thank the Light.

Tyvllor began the withdraw the Light from her, the infections rooted out and cleansed. He went back over once more, and strengthend Senkha's mendings before fully extinguishing the Light.
Tyvllor straightend and wiped a bit of sweat from his brow, he let out a long breath. Then turned to his bag, undoing the straps and opening it. He removed three vials of a deep sapphire colored liquid, and set them on the railing.

Arubrey sighs, mixing the two bowls together. A pan retrieved. The oven was prepared during this time and by the time everything was ready - it was tossed inside.

Ariadine mutters something and turns in her bed, groping for some invisible being and grabs Stehl instead. She tries to hold him tight like a plushy. Her recognizable snores start.

Senkha exhales slowly at this sound and moves as if to push herself to her feet, though she doesn't quite manage it for a few tries. When she finally does stand, it's shakily.

Tyvllor says: She has come out of this physically much better then I feared she would. As for these. *He gestured to the vials* Mix them with water and let her drink it, they are supplements that will help her strength recover.

Senkha says: Th-thank you. Thank you so much. We can't thank you enough.
Senkha 's voice is weary and weak, but the gratitude laced through the words is genuine.

Tyvllor picked up the bag and flung it over a shoulder. "I need no thanks for this. Children are sacred, I would give my life for them."

Macglynn 's eyes are still closed, his brow still knit in concentration.

Senkha says: --still. Thank you so very much. If...could you inform the rest of the Sigil? I know many of them were worried.

Tyvllor says: As for you two, do what you need to do to get rested and strong. She'll need you both when she awakes.
Tyvllor says: I will inform them all, they will be very glad to know you all are safe.

Senkha says: Thank you. Thank you so much.
Senkha rests a hand on Oliver's head.

Tyvllor picked up his gauntlets and slide them on as he walked past them. "Be happy for her when she wakes."

Macglynn 's hand clutches his knee, and his fingers dig in. He doesn't stand with his wife.

Tyvllor slid himself into the seat of his mechanical Chopper. He flicks the ignition and it comes to life with a belch of smoke.

Senkha stands by Oliver a moment more before going to sit on Dizzy's bed. She places one hand on her daughter's forehead and closes her eyes.

Arubrey peers over towards the couple - a frown. His hand resting on the counter. It'd be a bit before it was baked. He merely sighed, stepping around to hover over Oliver. Watching his niece.

Senkha furrows her brow, her fingers on Dizzy's forehead tensing slightly. She gives a gasp as if something has been drawn from her. After another moment, the room fills with an inaudible rushing sound. Imprint in place, wards in place. She opens her eyes and bends down to kiss against Dizzy's forehead.
Senkha says: She'll sleep peacefully now. I--
Senkha sags, her knees buckling. She puts her hand on the bed to keep herself from crashing down on the floor hard. "--is dinner ready?"

Arubrey says: -- Should be.

Senkha nods but doesn't stand. She scoots forward on her butt, however, until she's sitting in the doorway area, looking from Arubrey to Oliver and back again.

Arubrey moves to the oven - a mit placed onto his hand. It's retrieved from inside, the oven cooled after. It's emptied onto a plate, a knife cut into it. Plates are set out - and soon Senkha is presented with a slice. A weak, meager little smile offered to her.

Senkha reaches up and takes the plate of cake. She hesitates for half a second and then digs into it as if she has never eaten before. She doesn't say anything to Arubrey but it's clear she's grateful.

Macglynn isn't catatonic, but his gaze is fixed on his hand clutching his knee.

Arubrey shrugs his shoulders, sighing.
Arubrey says: -- I...

To Arubrey: "Thank you. I'm sorry."

Arubrey whispers: "It's okay."

Arubrey whispers: "I'll - get going. Shouldn't take up the space. Cake is ready for when she wakes up."

Senkha continues to stuff her face, actually bending down to lick the plate when she finishes. Oh Light, is she hungry. She's not quite in her right mind yet. And the cake is good.

To Arubrey: "Kay. Thank you for this, twin. I love you."

Arubrey whispers: "Love you two."

Senkha only realizes once Arubrey has gone that she's eating like a pig. She blinks a few times and sets the plate down, looking to Oliver. "--alright?" she asks outloud, even though she doesn't need to.

Macglynn takes a while. He takes a long while, in fact, and his first response is a simple shudder. "Good."

Senkha surreptitiously picks up the plate to gather a few more crumbs. "We make a good team," she comments, licking cake from her fingers. She's obviously trying to recenter both of them, calm them both, bring them back to "normal."

Macglynn laughs, but doesn't smile with it. "We do."

Senkha wordlessly reaches out a hand towards Oliver, not to ask him to come closer or to touch him even, but just to let him know that she's there. "She won't have nightmares tonight, or if she does, I will be there to stop them."

Macglynn says: Sleep, though.

Senkha nods slowly. "I will. I put an imprint of myself in her mind to destroy anything he left behind. When she's recovered more, I'll destroy any remnants myself. I won't let this break her."

Macglynn says: When Ah pulled 'im away from 'er. Ah wasn't watchin'. She was tryin' ta kill him.

Senkha blinks a few times at this. "...huh. I didn't see that either." After a moment's consideration, she frowns. "Where did she--?"

Macglynn says: A knife. Or somethin'.
Macglynn says: She 'ad it fer 'is book.

Senkha blinks a few more times, looking at Oliver. Some part of her might usually put pieces together and make sense of things, but though her mind is still racing, her body is too tired after three days of no rest. "She...I have a lot of work to do."
Senkha says: When she's better.

Macglynn says: Don't hurt y'self.

Senkha looks slightly guilty at this, leaning against the doorframe. "I did. Not badly, but those wards were torture. I'll need a couple of days before I can fix anything, I think."

Macglynn sighs softly. After the quake, he stands. His expression is unfocused and tired. He looks terrible: his left shoulderplate is smashed in on itself, and he's been slashed in numerous places. His tabard is stained black. Again.
Macglynn says: Y'can't quite mend bones, can yah?
Macglynn smiles and laughs softly.

Senkha says: I can. Mended hers.
Senkha rests her head against the doorframe still, looking at Oliver the a bemused half-smile.

Macglynn says: Y'look ready t' fall over.

Senkha says: It's just my body. I haven't got your stamina...if it hadn't been such horrible circumstances, I would've liked what we did this weekend.
Senkha frowns as she says this because, really, who enjoys themselves when lost to bloodlust with their crazy husband? Apparently she does!

Macglynn says: Whut we did--

Senkha says: --yeah.

Macglynn closes his eyes. "Ah'm glad y'was there."

Senkha presses her lips together and nods after a moment. Now she does reach out to ask him to come closer. "I'm glad that I found you. I'm glad we were together."

Macglynn shakes his head. He doesn't say it, but he reminds her of the condition he's in. He shouldn't be near anybody.

Senkha says: --right. Do...nnn. How bad is it?

Macglynn says: Ha' bad's whut.

Senkha waves her hand towards him, indicating his injuries. "Are you still bleeding? Do you need me to call somebody? Or will a quick bath suffice?"

Macglynn grabs at his tabard with both hands and looks down at the cloth, once a dirty white, now caked with black. "Most 'a it ain't mahn."

Senkha nods, looking at the tabard. "If you want to take it off, I can wash it with my armor tomorrow."

Macglynn grunts. "Fuck it. Ah can't wear this damned armor anyway. We got a damned hose?"

Senkha nods, looking over towards the door. "Just around back. Connects to the lake. Want me to help?"

Macglynn says: ... No.

Senkha says: If you're sure.
Senkha doesn't move to get up even if he's not sure. She doesn't seem to have the energy left to stand.

Macglynn turns and unclasps his cloak. He throws it to the stone floor. He then lifts his tabard over his head and throws it to the floor as well. It actually makes a wet *splat* as it hits the floor. He rests his sword by the door and walks outside.

Senkha just watches Oliver go outside, looking at his tabard and cloak where they fell. She doesn't make a move, just sagging against the doorframe. She would be asleep, but it seems she's waiting for something.

Macglynn picks up the hose and frowns at it, in a Dirty-Harry-make-my-day kind of way.
Macglynn sighs and throws the hose onto the ground again, and begins to unbuckle his pauldrons. He sets them in the grass, giving the busted one a light kick and a shake of the head.

Senkha actually laughs weakly, as if she's seeing something funny. Granted, she's really just seeing what Oliver's seeing, but it's funny.

Macglynn 's brows furrow and he drops his just-removed chestplate from his hands and pounds on the wall.

Senkha winces as he pounds on the wall and, with an enormous effort, gets up. She skirts around the tabard and cloak, stumbling around the side of the house.
Senkha says: Mm?

Macglynn turns around. He's just picked up the hose, is shirtless and covered in blight, and looks somewhat angry, but more embarrassed. A small stream of water trickles from the hose. "Hi."

Senkha leans against the wall, standing by sheer force of will alone. She manages a gentle smile at Oliver. "Hi. Maybe shouldn't bang on Dizzy's bedroom wall?"

Macglynn stands there, staring. The hose still dribbles and splatters on the stone. "Maybe y'shouldn't laugh."

Senkha sighs softly, shaking her head. "Do you need a hand with that?" she asks, still leaning.

Macglynn says: ... No.