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.

Senkha & Bordros, October 22

Senkha looks around with a snarl under her breath, running on instinct.

Bordros yells: Capital!
Bordros folded his arm.
Bordros cackled wildly, "I smell a wench... A delicious morsel."

Senkha remains in the shadows, laughing softly. "A delicious morsel, mm?"

From the crypt emerged a host of skeletal warriors, an abomination, and a squad of geists, "As you see, I'm no pushover..."
Bordros cackles maniacally at the situation.

Senkha emerges from the shadows with a yell. A single Light-blessed, boomerang-shaped dagger is in her hand, and she throws it, letting it arc through as many of the undead as it can, focusing her attentions on the abomination.

Several of the geists would be felled instantly, a minor amount of skeletal warriors. The abominations hook-arm was severed, it roaring wildly. Edwin growled, pointing his index forward, "Slay the wench, bring her to my chamber when you're done." he scurried back into the crypt, the abberations charging at Senkha.

Senkha begins to laugh as she sees this, oddly enough. She moves quickly, the Light-blessed daggers blurring as they cut through the undead horde, dismantling the magics holding them together. At several points, she disappears into the shadow to emerge somewhere new entirely, daggers blazing. Laughing the whole time.

The abberations were absolutely torn to shreds, leaving nothing but limbs.

Bordros yells: ...So, you're not entirely useless. Very well, meet me in the antichamber and we shall -begin-.
Bordros yells: I didn't know Blightreaver took a portly wench. You're going through this slower than a one-legged-.

You smirk slyly at Bordros.

Bordros yells: Aaaaah... The entertainment.
Bordros yells: Welcome, welcome... Before we engage, care to talk?
Bordros says: Yes, talk...

Senkha leaps down, landing in a crouch. There is no invisible wall there. She sets her sights on Bordros, smirking. "I can't imagine anything I'd want to hear from you, save for your screams."

Bordros says: Just hear me out, dove.

Senkha says: You'll do well not to call me that.

Bordros ran his index along the table, "Your daughter screamed like an angel... Her tears were savory.

Senkha only continues to smirk behind her mask. "Like an angel, mm? You'll receive no such sweet mercy."

Bordros says: ...Delicious blood, so innocent, she was... The daughter I never had.
Bordros says: ...Mmmm.

Senkha watches Bordros pacing. "Is that all?"

Bordros says: Tell me, -dove-. Wot's your name?
Bordros says: It'd be informal not to know.

Senkha says: You needn't know my name.

Bordros says: ...Hmph.
Bordros says: You're no fun.
Bordros says: You know, your husband, Blightreaver... He can crack at -any- moment.

Senkha begins to pace as well, not at all unlike a lion stalking her prey. Her muscles are tense. "I crack him -regularly-."

Bordros says: I'm just waiting for the opportunity to tie him to something and use him as a weapon.
Bordros says: Was that a crude sexual joke?

Senkha laughs at this, cold and unimpressed, still pacing. "He would make a terrible weapon. No drive whatsoever, no plan whatsoever, nothing but a battering ram."

Bordros says: Hence the point.

Senkha says: Are you quite finished?

Bordros says: Quite.

Senkha laughs loudly. "Good." And with that, she vanishes into the shadows of the crypt in a puff of smoke.

Bordros says: ...Very uncapital

Senkha chuckles. It sounds like it's coming from the back of the room. "Quite."

Bordros clapped his hands, a gas beggining to pour from the cracks in the room, "Come on out... Harlot."

Senkha only laughs at the gas, unimpressed. "That's the -thing- about geistskin armor...made for Icecrown to keep these nasty things out."

Bordros says: ...Hmmm. You're a clever shrew. How the hell did Blightreaver bag you before -me-?

Senkha says: I know you wish he was into you, but frankly, you're not his type.

Bordros says: ...Where are you, my leather-bound concubine...?

Senkha leaps, without warning, and latches herself onto Bordros' back, driving her daggers down into any gap in his armor that she can find. They are blessed by the Light and would be highly painful.

At the point of feeling light-infused pain, Edwin sent necrotic energy pouring around the frame of his body, the daggers entering the parting in his shoulders. This 'shell' would reduce the light-infused pain... But holy hell, still daggers in his back. He raised his fist in the air, attempting to literally boil Senkha's blood, to reopen old wounds and inflict pain.

Senkha removes her daggers from his shoulders, flipping away from him as he casts this spell. Under her armor, her most recent wounds reopen and sear, but she still laughs, pulling another three knives from her belt, small throwing daggers, all blessed. These she throws at his head and neck in rapid succession.

Bordros hissed and screamed in pain as the daggers stuck into the back of his head, "LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!" he yelled, turning around and growling ferally at Senkha. He sent runic energy coursing to his weapon, empowering it further in his assault. He charged head-on at her, swinging his axe strongly at her solarplexis.

Senkha does a back handspring, bringing her feet up and aiming for his face as she moves out of the way of the axe. She still laughs. "Have to be faster than that, -pet-."

Bordros arched his neck back, "Don't taunt me, -wench-." he balled up a death coil in his fist. Discharging three and sending them in various directions at Senkha. One directly forward, to her left, and to her right.

Senkha is slammed by the death coil to her left, skidding across the floor. She grunts, winded, but stands quickly, throwing a fourth knife at him. She half-snarls and half-laughs. "What's the matter, -pet-? You can dish it but you can't take it?"

Bordros raised his massive axe-head to parry the thrown dagger, "No. A woman whom has an attitude stokes my ire..." he flicked his wrist at her, dark chains slithering toward her. This would attempt to strangle her remotely, "Choke on your suffering..."

Senkha shields her neck with the Light-blessed daggers, still laughing. "That is terribly unprogressive of you." She once again disappears into the shadows, only to reappear directly in front of him, slashing her daggers at his face in a downward motion. "Boo."

The daggers tore down his face, making it all the more skeletal and imposing. His mask fell down, him giggling, "You're like a child." he attempted to lift Senkha's mask slightly with one hand, and furiously spray plague, from the sprayer in his gauntlet to the possible open neckhole.

Senkha catches his movement and jerks the rope around her neck tighter. The plague would burn and sear the skin of her neck, however. She snarls in pain at this, driving her daggers towards his neck in a smooth arc.

[disconnected here and lost the part about Senkha leaping back and torturing Bordros mentally and him thinking that she's his horrible ex-waifu]

Bordros slobbered ichor, turning to face Senkha and charging fastly at her. He swung his axe wildly at her, death coils using the axe as a conductor and shooting in all manner of locations, "I'LL KILL YOU AND ANYTHING THAT RESEMBLES YOU!"

Senkha leaps out of the way, a death coil catching her in the hip and causing her concentration to wane. The emotional pain would ebb some, but the physical pain would remain.

Bordros spat ichor on the ground, his voice frothy, "Trrrying trrr toooy wrrth my emoottions?" while she waned, he attempted another strangulation at her, "I'rrr shrr you EMOTIONRESS!"

Senkha is caught by the strangulation this time, gagging. Her focus narrows, a narrow and focused beam at the center of his mind, where he would feel the most pain, the intent to distract him.

Bordros shrieked loudly, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAALICE!" this waned his focus on the strangulation, the chains growing weaker. He clicked his tongue wildly, ghouls bursting from the already decayed floor. They poured in, attempting to dog-pile Senkha and suffocate her. Faol style!

Senkha brings her daggers up and cuts through the strangulation chains easily with his focus on them broken. She takes hold of smaller blessed daggers on either side and, as the ghouls pile in around her, throws them in a flashing arc, cutting through decayed flesh. One is aimed specifically for Bordros' head, dead center.

Bordros lowered his head, the dagger grazing along the top of his head and making a noticeable gash. He stood, licking his moreso skeletal face and cackling darkly, "Hehe...Heh....Heh." he attempted to death-grip Senkha, extending his axe so that she'd land directly on the head if succesful.

Senkha allows herself to be deathgripped, though she twists in midair at the last second, narrowly avoiding the axe's head and taking ahold of its hilt instead with both hands. She manages to slash her arm on the head in the process, but doesn't seem to care.

Bordros growled, attempting to press forward and continue the axe into her stomach, "...N-..." he slobbered heavily.

Senkha moves swiftly, positioning herself to the side and giving the axe a sharp jerk. Her mind is still focused on his, causing the unbearable pain that only seems to intensify with every passing second.

Bordros grinned wolfishly at this, his arm wrenching in an awkward position as she did this. He extended his jaw, attempting to take yet another bite out of Senkha. Only this time, in the facial area.

Senkha is bit in her right cheek, but her concentration does not waver. The agonizing pain continues, though she releases the axe with one hand to drive a Light-blessed dagger into his shoulder, tearing downward as she does in an attempt to incapacitate that arm.

Bordros arm went null, him wrenching his teeth and attempting to completely tear off that portion of her cheek. That arm drooped, it clinging weakly to the axe. With his free hand, he attempted once more to boil Senkha's blood, to increase the pain she already felt.

Senkha snarls in pain as the spell takes effect, but her focus still does not waver. She takes hold of the axe in both hands, yanking it away from him and swinging it at that arm in an attempt to remove it completely.

The arm is severed, it -crawling- away. Like, 'Thing' from the Addams Family. Edwin took his free gauntlet and attempted to spray blight into Senkha's exposed mask. If this were succesful, she bleed from the eyesockets, come with a fit of regurgitation, then slip into unconciousness.

Senkha 's mask makes and odd hissing sound as the Plague is sprayed for her face, the systems in the center of the mask activating and drawing as much of it as possible away from her face and back towards him. She coughs as she inhales some of it tears of blood pooling in her eyes and trickling down her cheeks. She does ot relent. She brings the axe down again on his other arm, aiming to either remove it or at least destroy his plague dispenser.

The axe met with his shoulder, breaking the source of the gas as blight would spray wildly around the pair. Edwin recoiled, spitting ichor at Senkha's feet. He drew the axe on his adorned kilt, flaring his tongue, "Choke on it... Wench."

Senkha 's mask continues to hiss as do her pauldrons, spitting out the blight as quickly as it comes for her. She leaps at Bordros with an inhuman roar, bringing the axe down towards his head with a bizarre sort of strength.

Bordros took a step backward... This, didn't help him -much-. The axe cut through his ribcage, useless organs... Atleast to a deader, pouring out. He raised his axe, attempting to dig it deeply into the top of Senkha's cranium.

Senkha moves her head out of the way, though the axe would still tear through her chest. She snarls again in pain, lifting -her- axe and bringing it in a sweeping arc for his neck.

Only a thin shred of muscle remained as Edwin toppled to the floor, lifeless. His head only attached by that, his remaining arm going limp. His azure eyes faded.

Senkha coughs hard and throws the axe to the side, slicing through that last shred of muscle and severing his head completely. She puts the head almost lovingly to the side...and then begins tearing into his body, daggers flashing as she mutilates him, removing limbs, organs, and bones in haphazard fashion.

The head's lips moved, "...I'm quite lucky I didn't keep my tome on me... See you at body #3, -dove-." the voice would fade, the remaining portion of Edwin fading to ash.

Senkha stares at the head for a long moment before screaming, "Son of a BITCH!"

The ashes would gently skitter along the floor.

Senkha seizes the head by the hair and carries it, much like a lunchsack, out of the crypt with her. To say that she does not look happy would be an understatement.

Senkha, Oliver, Dizzy, Bordros, & Faronne -- October 22

Macglynn smiles at the sound of her voice. Seems he didn't know she was right there. "C-come here?"

Senkha mechanically drops the stick in the fire and, brushing aside the flowers, sits down beside Oliver, swallowing a few more times and not saying anything.

Ariadine quietly lies on the rug, her crayons and papers spread out around her.

Stehlp sniffs around Oliver some more and makes another, more concerned noise. More flowers sprout. Helpful dargon is helpful.

Macglynn 's eyes are closed, though blue flame still pours from them, like smoke. He still smiles up in her general direction. Without moving his arm much, he picks a dargonflower. "Hi."

Senkha doesn't look at Oliver, still exactly as closed off as she was the night before, though at least she's since washed her face. She stares down at the bedsheets. "Hello. Are you feeling better?"

Ariadine hums quietly to herself, still drawing mang. Like a pro.

Macglynn doesn't answer the question, but instead asks, "Where's Dizzy?"

Senkha looks up and out of the door. "Downstairs. Coloring, I'd assume." She doesn't say as much, but the clear implication is that Senkha has been avoiding them both as much as she can while living in the same house.

Macglynn looks almost pained as he raises his voice. "Diz-," and it doesn't last long at all. He slumps back against the covers. "Feel like Ah weigh a hunnerd thousan' pounds."

Senkha nods, still not looking at him. "You're recovering. You were pretty beat up. It'll take a while." Her words are clipped, emotionless. "Anythihng I can get for you?"

Macglynn says: ... No. Stay here.

Senkha nods again, still not looking at him. Stehlp, meanwhile, hops off Oliver's chest and trots downstairs to inspect Dizzy like the good nursemaid whelp he is. He squeaks at her and causes a flower to grow out of the top of her head.

Ariadine frowns slightly at her collection of pictures and shoves them inside her notebook. She squeaks in surprise at the sudden flowerpop! She smiles and pats Stehl on the head. The girl takes the flower and tucks it behind her ear.
Ariadine stills hasn't spoken a word.

Macglynn says: ... Is it bad.

Senkha says: Is what bad.

Macglynn gestures to his general upper chest/shoulders/neck/face area.

Ariadine tries to hug Stehlp around the neck.

Senkha finally looks at his body, though she doesn't look at his face. "You were nearly beheaded, but it's on the mend. Everything's on the mend, really, except your eyes. I didn't do anything." The last part sounds more bitter than anything else, but she's still largely emotionless.

Stehlp nuzzles at Dizzy's cheek with a soft whining sound. More flowers sprout from the floor around her, from her notebook, and especially from her arm. Helpful whelp is helpful.

Macglynn makes a sound that's probably supposed to be a laugh, but there's really no force behind it so it sounds more like a "hnn." "Fuck," he finally states, trying to sit up.
Macglynn doesn't manage this task. He flops back onto the bed.

Senkha looks away from him again, staring back at the bedclothes. "You're recovering," she repeats firmly. "You'll probably have to go to Acherus before you're completely mended, but if this is anything like last time..."
Senkha says: ...it'll be a couple of days. Just rest.

Ariadine beams at the flowurz! She gets up and hurries over to the kitchen and emerges with a donut!
Ariadine breaks it in half and offers Stehl a piece.

Stehlp follows Dizzy to the kitchen and gives a "crawww" of joy at being offered a donut. He plops back on his haunches and takes the donut between his two front paws, nomming cheerfully and letting out floral farts everywhere.

Macglynn smiles. "Ah'll get--"
Macglynn reaches his hand up to feel his eyes. "... Ah'll get over it."
Macglynn says: Ah must look horrifyin'.

Ariadine smiles happily and joins Stehl in the donut nomming.

Senkha doesn't answer this one way or the other, idly picking at the bedclothes.

Macglynn laughs again, though strained. He tries to sit up again, quicker this time.

Senkha says: Don't.
Senkha sounds harsher than she intends to when she says this.

Stehlp tries to find a way to seat himself in Dizzy's lap while still nomming on his half of the donut.

Macglynn rests back again at her demand and stares deadpan upwards, his eyes now open. He doesn't say anything, kind of worried he'll somehow set her off.

Senkha 's shoulders sag as she senses Oliver's worry. It's clear that she's not going to get angry, but the sads, they are definitely here. "You're too weak," she explains, still staring down at the bedclothes.

Ariadine lets Stehl seat himself on her lap and begins to scratch him behind his horns.

Macglynn says: D-do you know whut-
Macglynn tries again.
Macglynn says: Is he dead.

Stehlp drapes his wings lazily over Dizzy's knees and smiles up at her as she scratches behind his horns, tail wagging. He exhales a tiny plume of fire that turns into flowers and falls to the ground.

Senkha says: As far as I know.
Senkha says: If he wasn't, I wouldn't be here.

Ariadine kisses Stehl's nose, god he is so cute.

Macglynn says: Dizzy needs you fer more'n yer daggers.

Stehlp returns the affection with a nuzzle and creates more flower fire for Dizzy's amusement. He experiments with making only red flowers and then only white flowers.

Senkha 's composure -almost- breaks for a minute, but she doesn't allow it. She shakes her head. "If he was still alive, I would be more interested in making sure he never comes near either of you again."

Ariadine squeals in delight and gathers the flowers together.
Ariadine begins to braid them together.

Stehlp creates more and more flowers, all of them piling up all around the downstairs of the house. He tries for only purple, then only blue, then only yellow.

Macglynn says: But you-

Senkha says: But I what.

Macglynn seems hesitant to even say it. "She needs you -here-."

Ariadine finishes a fart-flower chain and plops it on Stehl's head. She looks at the pile of fart-flowers, WHAT DO WITH THEM NOW?

Senkha doesn't answer this at all, simply staring at the covers still. She's still incredibly closed off, as closed off as she can be where Oliver is concerned.

Stehlp pushes his flower chain out of his eyes, chirruping happily and rolling around in one of the flower piles like the dragon he is. He starts chittering, too, as if trying to tell Dizzy a story.

Macglynn says: ... Can she come up here.

Ariadine laughs and begins to trolololroll around in the flowers with Stehl too.

Senkha closes her eyes; Oliver would sense a great deal of reluctance coming from her. "Is that what you want."

Stehlp continues to chitter at Dizzy. His chitterings clearly mean something in draconic, but what they mean is anyone's guess.

Ariadine begins braiding more fart-flowers, and nods sagely between the small pauses in Stehl's speech.

Macglynn lifts a hand to his neck, but frowns. What the heck, his bandana is gone. He stops, and quietly says, "Please talk t' me."

Senkha runs her hand along the covers vaguely, mindlessly. "I am."

Stehlp totally gets bored with the flowers and is much more interested in chattering at Dizzy. He gesticulates with his front claws; it looks like something big and wings and kissing.

Ariadine grins, and begins to draw Stehl in her red crayon. As he chatters away she begins to add another dragon with very long eyelashes.

Macglynn says: No yer not.

Stehlp crows triumphantly as he sees her drawing beginning to take shape. SHE GETS IT! He goes on, trying to describe the girl dragon to Dizzy in extended detail and then sighs, happily, more white flowers growing all over the place.

Senkha is silent a moment longer, hands still fussing with the covers. "What do you want me to say?" she eventually asks.

Ariadine takes her pink crayon and draws scales over the red and adding little hearts around the two.

Macglynn 's hand covers hers as she messes with the bedspread. "Dunno."

Ariadine scrawls across the top of the drawing, "STEHL AND WATSERFACE IT WAS MENT 2 B"

Stehlp claps his claws together excitedly and trots over to hug Dizzy tightly about the waist, as much as he can. Best sister ever.

Ariadine grins and returns the hug, SIBLING BONDING YEEEAAAH.

Senkha flinches as Oliver's hand covers hers, looking for a moment like she's going to pull her hand away. She doesn't, though. "You already know what I'm feeling."

Macglynn says: No. It ain't my place t' look, Ah jus' take whut y'give me an' guess.

Senkha closes her eyes for a minute, her hand clenching on the covers. For just a minute, her mind is completely open to him again, and it's not a happy place. No real voices or anything along those lines, but an overwhelming sense of guilt. Beyond that, almost tangibly, terror, anger, frustration, and uselessness. In that order. She closes off the bond after only a second; he doesn't need that.

Macglynn smiles. "Stop that. Ah'm th' dead one, 's mah job t' be th' miser'ble one."

Stehlp lets go of Dizzy's waist for a second and begins trotting around, picking up extra flowers and creating more. He seems determined to create more wreaths for some reason.

Ariadine gathers the flowers and starts to braid a very long fart-flower chain.

Senkha 's hand clenches on the covers again. "Please don't tell me to stop it," she says in a quiet voice.

Ariadine 's chain is now as long as the rug.

Macglynn says: Whut'll it change.

Stehlp is color coding his smaller wreaths for no apparent reason.

Senkha snorts, finally showing some emotion. "So I'm not allowed to feel like shit because my family almost all died and I did -nothing-, but you're allowed to wallow when you don't even -do- anything wrong?"

Ariadine takes some of Stehl's wreaths and undoes a side to add on to her s00per chain.

Macglynn says: Ah never said Ah wasn't a hypacrit. Whut could you 'a done. Tell me.

Stehlp makes an irritated noise and tries to unbraid his wreaths from the superwreath. Dizzy is messing with his plan, man.

Senkha says: If I hadn't passed out? I could've fought him with you. I could've stopped him before he took your eyes. I could've healed Dizzy. I could've done -so many things-.

Ariadine sighs and helps Stehl untie his wreath from her chain.

Senkha 's hand on the covers clenches again, and her voice breaks. "But no. I passed out and by the time I came to, there was -nothing- I could've done."

Ariadine continues on her masterpiece. It now ranges from the door to the fireplace.

Macglynn says: Did y'hear whut y'just said? There was nuthin' y'could'a done.
Macglynn says: So maybe y'should start thinkin' about whut y'can do, instead.
Macglynn glares at her somewhat.

Stehlp nods sagely as Dizzy undoes his wreaths from the chain. He places his wreaths aside and begins helping Dizzy with her huge wreath.

Senkha says: I -could have- done something! I could have pushed through it! I -tried-, Light knows I -tried-, but I failed you both--
Senkha doesn't notice Oliver glaring at her. Her eyes are closed.

Ariadine smiles proudly, they did good mang. She picks up an end and drags it to the staircase.

Macglynn thinks she can FEEL IT.

Stehlp goes to gather two of his wreaths in his mouth and joins Dizzy at the stairs.

Senkha says: And don't try to tell me that I didn't fail you. You wouldn't be lying here if I'd pushed through.

Ariadine drags the long braid of flowers up the stairs, and weaves it between the banister as she goes up.

Macglynn says: There was -nuthin' you could'a done-. That's like sayin' Ah'd still be alive if' Lordaeron never got skurged! Nuthin' could'a been done!
Macglynn says: If y'pushed it more, yuh'd 'a hurt yerself more!

Senkha gives a growl of frustration, slamming her fist on the bed. "I could've helped, damnit!"
Senkha says: This wasn't the Scourge, this was one man!
Senkha says: And he -took- my -daughter-!

Ariadine drags the long braid of flowers up the stairs, and weaves it between the banister as she goes up.

Senkha says: I was too weak to be there when she needed me.

Macglynn says: Well, Ah guess that jus' means yer gunna have t' practice more, don't it?

Stehlp bounds up the stairs with Dizzy, leaving a trail of flowers behind him.

Senkha calms as he says this, though it's not any sort of relenting or happy calm. It's more of a determination. "Yes. I will."

Macglynn says: Good.
Macglynn says: ... Ah'll train with you.

Senkha doesn't respond to this; it's pretty clear that this plan does not make her feel better in the least, really.

Ariadine reaches the doorway, still plenty of chain leftover for her plans. She softly knocks on the door.

Senkha flinches as she hears the knock on the door. She doesn't get up to answer it or say anything. She suddenly looks terrified and ready to just sort of sink through the bed.

Macglynn says: Ah realize this. There ain't no sense in hatin' whut y'can't help.
Macglynn says: So y'jus' learn t' help it.

Senkha still doesn't say anything; her eyes are on the door like she expects the Lich King to come marching through it at any minute.

Macglynn says: ... Open the door, love.

Ariadine peeks inside, the end of the flower chain clenched tightly in her hand. She looks around the dark room uncertainly.

Senkha takes a moment to register this and then finally gets up and walks to the door with jerky motions, as if she doesn't want to be doing this. She pulls the door open slowly, kind of hiding behind it.

Ariadine beams at the sight of Senkha and gives her a quick hug before scuttling inside the room with her fart-flower chain trailing behind her.

Senkha flinches as Dizzy hugs her, not responding in the least. She stays hidden behind the door for the most part, looking very much like she wants to run but like something is keeping her there regardless.

Stehlp trots into the room and drapes one of the flower wreaths on Oliver's head. He flaps his wings hard, creating a veritable tornado in the room, and places the other on Senkha's head.

Macglynn has gone back to resting, the whole conversation having taken a lot out of him.

Ariadine ties the end of the chain to the bedpost and then crawls onto the bed with Oliver. The girl looks down at him, her large pale blue eyes filled with concern. She leans over and lightly kisses his forehead.

Stehlp frowns down at Oliver and plops down beside him on the bed. He blows out a jet of fire that turns into flowers all over the place.

Macglynn looks up at Dizzy with closed eyes and smiles. "Hey. How y'feelin'?"

Senkha watches Dizzy do this and sinks to the ground, drawing her knees up to her chest. She doesn't make a sound, but her shoulders begin to shake as she drops her face to rest on her knees.

At the sound of Oliver's voice Ariadine squeals in delight and bounces on the bed, "You're okay! You're okay!" Her voice is hoarse, this is the first time she spoken since being captured. She turns to smiles widely at Senkha, "Momma, he's okay!"
Ariadine gives Stehl the thumbs-up.

Senkha makes a choked sound and -forces- herself to look up, -forces- herself to smile and stop looking so miserable. "Of course he is. Your Daddy's a hero," she manages in a weak voice.

Ariadine nods sagely, "He is."

Macglynn laughs, pulling an arm around her and patting her on the back. Where is this energy coming from, what the heck. His smile fades some as Senkha talks.

Senkha looks at the two of them a moment more and then abruptly stands. "I'm going to go make dinner," she says quickly, almost brusquely. Before anyone can protest, she's out the door and down in the kitchen.

Ariadine frowns, "Daddy, why is Momma so sad?"

Senkha actually does start cooking dinner! Breakfast for dinner, even! Pancakes and Thalassian toast! With bacon! Granted, she's sobbing uncontrollably as she does it, but at least she's a woman of her word!

Macglynn reaches-- stretches-- SO MUCH EFFORT-- but he manages to grab his bandana from the bedside table and folds it. He then wraps it around his eyes. He rests back against the pillow again, spent. "She's upset she couldn'a been there yesturday."

Ariadine frowns even more at the eye-covering, "Oh... 'S not her fault 'r anything." Her shoulders sag in shame, "'M sorry."

Macglynn says: Heck, everybody in this house's gotta be sorry fer things they didn' mean t' happen, don't they?

Senkha whips the pancake batter pretty violently. She's making a mess, but it's good batter. Cinnamon sugar and everything. She's also talking to the batter in a low voice, as if it's done something wrong. Poor batter.

Ariadine sighs, "S'ppose. I-I promise 't not leave th' ship wi'out someone anymore."

Senkha pours pancake batter onto the griddle and messes with it until it's shaped like a reasonably recognizeable chicken.

Macglynn smiles. "That's good. Ah'm glad y'learned that." He seems somewhat dazed, maybe a little too happy.
Macglynn says: Shit!
Macglynn frowns.
Macglynn says: Er.

Senkha creates a second pancake, trying to shape it like a bear. The earthquake messes it up and she swears quietly, scraping the batter off of the griddle and into the fire. She tries again, successfully this time.

Ariadine winces at the tremor, but stays still. She pats Mac on the forehead, "'S 'kay I'll protect you."

Macglynn chuckles again. "Thanks. That's good t' know. Ah'm right useless, look 'a me!"

Ariadine says: Naaaw! Y'look purty.

Macglynn says: Ah look "purty".

Ariadine says: Reeaal purty.
Ariadine says: As purty as Stehl!

Senkha creates a third pancake, just a regular circle, nothing fancy. It's smaller than the other two; that's all the batter she has left. "...prefer Thalassian toast anyway," she murmurs before flipping the pancakes in quick succession.

Macglynn says: Ah can't see w' this thing over me. Y'didn' cover me in flowers, didja?

Stehlp notes his father's line of questioning and does, in fact, cover him in flowers.

Ariadine piles on more flowers with Stehl, "Nu-uh."

Senkha finishes cooking the pancakes and sets them on plates to keep hot while she fixes the Thalassian toast and bacon. She makes enough of each of these to feed a small army.

Macglynn says: Oh, good. That'd be more somthin' fer S- f'yer mother. She's th' pretty one.

Ariadine grins wickedly at Macglynn.

Senkha finishes cooking up the Thalassian toast and bacon and adds those to the three plates. She then finds a bowl of whipped cream in the icebox and begins decorating the pancakes with that and chocolate chips.

Ariadine smiles brightly at Stehl, "Stehl can fart flowers! Can I fart flowers someday?"

Stehlp looks indignant and huffs, as if to say, "I do not -fart- flowers."

Macglynn shakes his head, the smile still not having left him. "Ah don't think it quite works like that, 'less yer akshully a dragon an' that's whut y'don't remember."

Ariadine says: WOah!
Ariadine says: I wanna be a dargon!
Ariadine flexes her muscles. Oooooh so strong!
Ariadine flaps her arms, "RAAAWR! Shit howdy!"

Senkha drizzles the pancakes with chocolate syrup and adds strawberries and powdered sugar to the Thalassian toast.

Ariadine smacks her bandaged arm against the bed-post in her dargon-flapping and lets out a whimper of pain. She glares at it like it came out of a wood-work just to hit her.

Macglynn laughs, though he can't see it. "Ah dun think that'll happen." He pauses, though, as she whimpers. He lifts a hand and holds it blindly up in her direction. "Whut happened?"

Ariadine scowls, "The bed hit 'm pirate arm."

Macglynn says: ... Yer pahrit arm?

Ariadine nods sagely, "I gots scars an' tattoos now, an' pirates have scars an' tattoos."

Senkha sets about placing the plates of breakfast for dinner on a serving tray. The smell of cooked bacon and toast and pancakes would be incredible. She then pours three glasses of orange juice, hefts the tray with practiced skill, and heads for the stairs.

Macglynn pushes himself up on his elbow with some effort, and lifts the bandana around his eyes to look at her arm without really thinking.
Macglynn just sees bandages, though. Really, what was he expecting?

Senkha doesn't go in the room still, setting the tray gently on the library table. She sets out the food and drinks carefully, mumbling something to herself.

Ariadine says: Why didja put your bandanana over your eyes?

Senkha realizes that she forgot forks and knives.

Macglynn slides it back over his eyes as she asks this and looks in her direction. "They jus' don't look so good right na's all."

Ariadine says: Issokay, Daddy I think 'y look purty no matter what.

Macglynn says: ... Is 'purty' th' right word yer lookin' fer?

Ariadine taps her chin, "Wha's th' other word?"
Ariadine says: Hamblersum?
Ariadine says: Bootyful?

Macglynn fwumps back onto his back. "Let's go with "impossibly good-lookin'"."

Senkha carefully sets out forks and knives and napkins. The table looks like it's set for royalty or possibly Winter Veil dinner. She sighs when she's finished setting the table, deciding that she can't avoid it any longer, and goes to knock on the doorjamb.

Ariadine grins, "'Kay."
Ariadine kisses Oliver's not-so-disgusting cheek, "I smell bacon!"

Senkha knocks lightly on the doorjamb but doesn't come in the room. "Do you two want dinner in there or out here?" she asks, sounding more like the family cook than anything else.

Ariadine tugs Oliver's arm, "Can you come downstairs?"

Macglynn again pushes himself up onto his elbows. He grunts as he does, obviously straining himself. "We'll see 'bout me movin', hah."

Senkha still stands outside the door. "I can bring it in there. It's alright," she says quietly and turns to go and start stacking plates and cups on the tray again.

Macglynn says: Oh, Ah'm not gunna be much good on m' ass anyway, Ah gotta walk sometahm.

Ariadine grins, and butt-scootches off the bed. "Can Stehl have pancakes?"

Senkha continues to stack plates and cups on the tray, not quite aware that Oliver answered her question and focused entirely on the task at hand.

Macglynn pushes himself up further. His arms shake as they support his upper body.

Ariadine smiles, and tugs Senkha's sleeve. "Thanks for makin' dinner."

Senkha stiffens as Dizzy tugs on her sleeve, but she doesn't look at the girl at all. "It's fine," she says in a flat voice. "Do you want to eat up here or in bed?"

Ariadine pales as the runes under her bandages suddenly flash a bright azure glow. She falls to the ground screaming bloody-murder and curling into a ball. Bordros wat u do. >B[

Macglynn pushes himself up again, this time with all the effort he has. The result is him falling forward and crashing to the floor. HE IS UPSET.

Senkha drops the tray altogether, the glasses and plates shattering. So much for dinner! She turns and trops to her knees, taking Dizzy by the arms and sounding terrified. "Dizzy. DIZZY!"

A voice would resonate from around Dizzy, "'Ello Blightreaver and wench... My name is Edwin... Wot's hers?" the voice laughed darkly.

Ariadine pulls her arm into her chest, sobbing. "I-It HURTS."

Senkha reaches for Dizzy's arm with both hands, a smile coming to her face, comforting, motherly. "Let me see your arm, Dizz. Let me see if I can fix it." Her cheek twitches as she hears the voice, the look in her eyes cold.

Macglynn rolls onto his side and tears the bandana from his eyes. He stares with flaring lichfires at the goings-on in the other room and seems incredibly frustrated that he can't get up. He also doesn't respond to the voice because bad troll is bad.

Ariadine chokes back another wail and lets Senkha take her arm. The dark blue runes pulse softly as Bordros speaks.

"My, Blightreaver... I must hand it to you. You share my taste in women. Mayhaps I'll add another trophy wench to my gallery when I have your head under my boot."
The voice laughed wildly at its own joke, being the egotistical voice it is.

Senkha very gently unwinds the bandages around her arm, her smile faltering for just a minute when she sees them. Still, she continues to smile, despite the voice, and leans down to kiss the runes. "Ah, love, just a scratch. I'll fix those up for you." She sounds much more certain than she really is and for the first time since the previous night, she reaches out for Oliver's mind: help.

Macglynn rests on his side, looking almost kind of pitifully at the situation with his wide, hollow, blazing eyes. At Senkha's call he rolls onto his stomach and tries to push himself up again. It doesn't go so well.

To Macglynn: "Not with your body. Tell me what to do. How can I make these runes stop hurting her." All the guilt and pain are gone; there is only one goal, that being to help Dizzy.

Ariadine cries out again, and drags herself to rest on Senkha's lap.

The voice sighed happily, "Mmmm... I like this, home... It's quaint, reminds me of my living days. But I digress, I assure you your daughter isn't safe from me... No one on this Light-forsaken rock is."

Macglynn very calmly rests back on his side and nods. His voice is level. "Y'have t' destroy th' runes. Y'need magic t' do that."

Senkha pulls Dizzy close and still holds her arm in one hand. She snarls as she hears the voice but kisses Dizzy's temple. "Don't you listen to that, baby. Nothing's going to hurt you anymore." She casts another glance up at Oliver. "How."

Macglynn's hand lifts and then slams down on the rug in front of him. Not out of anger, it just fell because he couldn't hold it up. He taps the rug with a finger. "Runes is got a c-center."
Macglynn then circles his finger around the place he tapped. "An' that's whut makes th' whole thing work. A magic attack aimed at th' center--"

Senkha continues to hold her crying daughter close. "Lie still, love. I need you to focus your energy on telling me how to fix this. Runes have a center. Magic--" Her voice breaks some. "What kind of magic?"

"So... You're going to blanket her from the outside world? Blightreaver, I expected -far- better parenting from you. Mayhaps you should make the right decision and drop her off in Duskwood. She'll be -far- more succesful with me." the voice hissed in delight at this.

Ariadine spasms in Senkha's lap and lets out another pained scream. She digs her nails into her runed arm, tearing at the skin.

Macglynn says: Yeah. Yer doin' a-- ngh. Doin' a great job, pal.

"Do you read wot is on her arm... No hope... As there will always be."

Macglynn says: Ah don't rightly care whut y'wrote.

"-It- knows sarcasm?" the voice gasps, "I'm impressed."

Senkha grabs both of Dizzy's hands and closes her eyes tightly, furrowing her brow. She holds tight to the girl's injured arm, focusing her energy on closing the word-wounds carved there.

"Am I getting in your head, wench? Come now, tell me your name."

Macglynn says: It's gunna hurt 'er.

Ariadine calms down as the reopened wound is closed. She buries her face into her mother's shoulder and whimpers softly.

Senkha says: Like setting a bone. Tell me what to do, Oliver.

"It appears I'm being ignored... Bother."

Senkha 's voice has taken on a desperate tone.

"Ssssssss." the voice began to hiss softly, even resorting to moaning... Like, a creepy old man moan, whom is also dead.

Macglynn stops trying to move at all. He stares at Dizzy's arm, unimpressed.

Senkha stares at Oliver through the door, trying to find some--any--answer from him.

Ariadine 's runes flare again and she wails loudly. She begins clawing at the runes in her arm as the "NO HOPE" was recarved into her arm.

Senkha screws her eyes shut again, closing the wounds as soon as they appear; the look on her face is one of furious determination. She holds tightly to both of Dizzy's hands to keep her from clawing at herself again.

Macglynn looks at his wife. "Y'need arcane m-magic. A mage. A d-druid. Anythin'. Y'gotta get her t' town or git somebody here... 'less y'think y'can conjure up fire."

The voice sang, "No hope. No hope. Ba-ha-ha-ha-haaaa-ha." it was more of a schoolyard chant.

Ariadine whimpers, "D-don't make me leave. He's gonna f-find me."

"Yes, yes I am..."

Macglynn looks at Ariadine.
Macglynn says: ... Or a runemaster.

Senkha says: Can I shield her until they get here?

"I'm coming for you, Dizzy... You'll be happy with me."

Senkha lets go of Dizzy's hands to cover her ears. She reaches out her mind to Dizzy's as well, trying to form a shield against any intrusion. If successful, it's pretty strong and bites back.

"Kitty has cl-." the voice was blocked for the time-being.

Ariadine huddles against Senkha, make the bad sounds stop plz.

Senkha keeps her eyes closed and her brow furrowed, even as the voice stops. This whole protecting her daughter's mind thing is taking a lot of energy.

Faronne leans heavily on the railing, and clears her throat, "Mm. I heard something was amiss... do you require assistance, Lady MacGlynn?"
Faronne remembers them from at the harbor! No sparta kicking this time.

Senkha opens her eyes just slightly enough to see the mage. It's probably the first time in her life that she's been glad to see a mage. "Can you destroy runes."

Ariadine has kept her eyes screwed shut the whole time, rocking back and forth in Senkha's arms.

Faronne takes hesitant steps over to Senkha and Dizzy, "Put her on the table, please? I'm afraid I cannot kneel."

Senkha nods and lifts Dizzy in a smooth motion, laying her down on the table gently. She still holds onto her daughter's head and hand. Also, there are totes no books on the table.

Macglynn simply watches helplessly from the other room. He seems to have come to terms with the fact that he is not walking any time soon.

Senkha indicates Dizzy's arm, which is covered with runes. "Can you remove those?" she asks weakly.

Faronne props her cane up on the table, and leans heavily on the edge. She digs through her satchel, for one tome or another-- there's a lotta books in there. Plus, a strange blue glow...
Faronne says: I will try my best, dove.

Senkha nods and smooths Dizzy's hair. Her brow is still furrowed in intense concentration.

Faronne plops a book on the table, and begins flipping through the tattered pages. There's many complex diagrams of runes, and near-illegible notes, "mmm. Let me have a look, here," she clicks her tongue, and lifts Dizzy's arm to get a better look at this.
Faronne says: Ah, fairly simple, I've seen things like this before. Won't take but a few minutes.

Senkha 's hand on Dizzy's forehead twitches, just barely. "Thank the Light..."

Faronne eyetics at the mention fo the Light, but offers a warm, almost motherly smile. She touches her palm to the runes and closes her eyes to focus. Magical energy gathers in the palm of her hand; she's magically extracting the rune and its magic.

Ariadine has slipped into a fevered and pained delirium. She occasionally twitches.

Faronne continues focusing on the runes for a few more moments, until her eyes snap open. She rips her hand away from Dizzy's arm which, now, is rune-free. Faro's hand glows blue with the rune magic, until she torches the remnants of the spell with arcane fire.
Faronne says: That should do it. Darling, open your eyes now.

Ariadine 's eyes flutter open. She slowly eases herself up, looking around.
Ariadine smiles faintly, "'S quiet."

Macglynn 's eyes close. He allows himself to rest.

Senkha looks at Dizzy hopefully. She smiles when the girl speaks, finally relaxing some, though the smile doesn't reach her eyes at all. "Good. It's going to stay quiet."

Faronne stands up straight, and grabs her cane, "Is there anything else that needs done?"

Ariadine smiles at Faronne, "Thankya."

Senkha glances between Dizzy and Oliver, still smiling. "I think we'll be alright," she says. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?"

Ariadine crawls to the edge of the table to hug Senkha tightly.

Faronne says: Faronne Price. I remember you from the harbor the other night; thank you, by the way. I suppose debts are now repaid.

Senkha wraps her arms around Dizzy without thinking about it, her guilt complex temporarily set aside. "Ms. Price, it's a pleasure to meet you. Thank -you- for saving my daughter. If there's anything I can do for you..."

Faronne says: I will call upon you if I need assistance; but I do believe things are fine--
Faronne stops, and turns to her right, "It would appear not. Is that man all right?"

Senkha says: --Oliver? He's...exhausted. He's recovering from some pretty nasty injuries. I'll have to get him back into bed.

The voice would return, as if fighting back pain as he spoke, it hissed in pleasure, "Mmmm... Wh-why do you fight it? D-d-death is inevitable."

Faronne eyes Macglynn curiously, "I can take a look at him, if you wish. I've something that may perk him up."

Senkha sneers as she hears the voice, her wards immediately flaring up around Dizzy's mind again. "Please do. I suddenly have somewhere to go and it'd be good if he could at least stand before I leave."

Faronne says: Go do what you need to do, Lady MacGlynn. I'll take care of things here.

Ariadine says: Please Momma, don't go...

Senkha nods tersely at Faronne but holds Dizzy tightly just a second longer. "I'm going to go stop the bad man from hurting you," she says in a voice that says she is not kidding.

Ariadine is not so stupid to know when there is no way she can stop Momma Bear. She just nods sadly, "Don't end up like Daddy. You can't lose your eyes."

Senkha smiles, almost ferally, and kisses Dizzy's forehead before letting her go and moving into the bedroom to change into her whup-ass armor. "Don't worry. I won't."

Macglynn whispers: "He's like me. Protect yourself." They're less words than they are thoughts, and they sound very resigned. He knows he can't stop her.

Senkha opens her travel pack and pulls out her geistskin armor, still stained with Blight from the night before. Below that, wrapped carefully in runecloth, are her two Light-blessed daggers. She lays these on top of the trunk, sighing softly.

Faronne watches Dizzy a moment, and takes off her cloak. She offers it to the girl, "She'll be fine, darling. Sit here a moment, okay?" Her cloak smells of cloves and other such exotic scents.

To Macglynn: "I am. I will." He would notice a strangeness about her tone, as if something managed to break out of its cage.

Ariadine wraps the cloak around her, nodding. "'Kay..."

Macglynn mutters, "Book. Find th'-" He tries yet again to push himself up. He hates this.

Senkha removes her regular armor, laying it neatly on the floor. She murmurs a prayer and begins to tug the geistskin armor on, exhaling slowly as she puts each piece into place.

To Macglynn: "Book? What book?"

Macglynn whispers: "Book. He's got a book. Needs to burn."

Macglynn slumps. "... Needs to burn."

To Macglynn: "Get the book. Right. Don't overexert yourself. I'll be back soon."
To Macglynn: After a long pause. "I love you."

Macglynn whispers: "Tear his heart out."

Senkha wraps the geistskin gloves over her arms and wrists and fastens her pauldrons in place. She stops before putting the mask on and, instead, fastens the Light-blessed daggers to her belt. No need to scare Dizzy that much yet.
Senkha says: --right.

To Macglynn: "Will do."

Senkha kneels before Oliver and turns him so that he's facing upward. When she's done that, she presses her lips against his in a firm kiss. Because that's how everyone must go out to battle, right guys?

Macglynn grunts, obviously not entirely pleased with his helplessness. "Call fer help on yer way."

Senkha doesn't answer this. Instead, she just kisses Oliver again and turns out the door to face Dizzy.

Ariadine pokes her head out from her cloak-tent, smiling. "I love you, Momma."

Macglynn sounds pained, as though holding back tears. "Don't be stupid."

Senkha pokes her head into the cloak-tent, kissing Dizzy on the forehead. "I love you, Monkey. More than anything. Be good for Ms. Price and Daddy, alright? I'll be back before you know it."

Ariadine nods at you.
Ariadine smiles at you.

Senkha pulls back and squares her shoulders. She nods at Faronne and turns, walking down the stairs. It's whupass time.
Senkha tugs on her geistskin mask before descending.