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[a_better_man]

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For Julie - Horizon

[a_better_man]

[Mat is reasonably certain that he could, if not for obligations in the real world, spend most of his time right here in the Horizon. How does anyone tear themselves away? The ability to create whatever the mind desires...and not just an image of it! A real, solid thing! A person could try out a dozen different lives in a month, if they wanted.

But he does have an actual life, and it's not terrible anymore, so he only spends a good portion of his time here. Currently he's working on adding glowing flowers to an artfully twisted tree, not far from the pond that is scheduled for an upgrade. He's waiting for Julie, and glad she's coming. Beyond the alterations she's promised to make, he has a few...queries, about the creature she'd sent.

At the moment he's not too concerned about it - it's contained for now - and is simply focusing on his work. He's dressed as he commonly is in Thorne, in his black brocade coat with the purple and gold, far nicer than when Julie last saw him. In the gleam of the flowers he forms in his hands and floats up to attach to the tree, his face is serene and focused in a way it rarely is. His Wheel of Fortune pendant rests on his chest, looking brightly polished.

To ensure she can easily find him in the natural maze of his domain, a sparkling stone path has appeared directly to this spot, lined with tall sunflowers that bend to point the way as Julie passes.]

[princessvegas]

[ In honesty, Julie's not entirely sure how her extensive time spent in the Horizon has effected her. She knows that she has a special connection with the Singularity that other people simply don't, but she also now knows that has always been the case. That it was the case the second she was pulled into this world, but she'd been locked away from the magic at first.

But she knows that, the more time she's spent here over the past year, the more she seems to feel the urge to keep coming back. She can't stay away, not without slowly growing more miserable and lost. There's something at play here, and if she were anyone but herself, it would probably be wise to wean herself away from the Horizon for a while. She truly can't say what it's doing to someone like Mat. Someone who doesn't have the same connection.

When she follows her instincts into his domain, she does take note of the path. It's nice of him, as someone who doesn't know that she doesn't need it. Wanting to find the pond is enough for her. But it's still quite pleasant to follow the stones, her heels clicking on them in time with the bouncing of the many long ties of her dress. Her earrings are sparkling, dangling Wheels, and several realistic butterflies are clipped through her hair. Only her necklace is a bit out-of-place, a cracked tooth of some kind, dangling simply from a gold chain. A black unicorn, the size of a tiny dog, trots next to her feet.

She approaches the pond without preamble, looking at it thoughtfully. Though she does have ideas in mind, she hadn't known what to expect, so she's quiet for a moment before she finally speaks. ]

Are you like, committed to this shape? 'Cause I can work with it, but it could be better.

[ sometime between the nightmaere plot and now ]

[impressionism]

[ Despite her recovered ability to sleep, Hennessy wasn't actually allowed to do so unless Ronan was also around. Which she violently resented, of course. Which meant that once she got one good night's sleep -- and dream -- in, she was incredibly disinterested in sleeping again until she strictly needed to in order to be a remotely tolerable human.

This meant she spent a lot of nights awake, bored, and if not looking for trouble, at least looking for entertainment. She'd spoken to Mat a few times since they'd caught those weird little birds together, long enough to decide she liked his overall vibe without actually knowing enough to care. That was the sweet spot with Hennessy; anything more was too messy to contemplate. So it happens that she's glad to see him when she wanders idly down a hallway in search of company. ]

Thank fuck; you're like the second most fun person I could've run into. Want to find something irresponsible to do?

[ Who's number one? She'll never tell. ]

[a_better_man]

[Mat's also prone to be found in the castle halls after dark. Moreso now than previously. He's not disquieted, exactly, just sort of restless and not keen to sleep. Wandering in the night without direction.

He grins easily when he sees Hennessy coming the opposite way. She's fun.]

Alright!

[He's got nothing better to do.]

Anything specific in mind or are we open to suggestions?

A letter left in Mat's room with a rose

[itookashot]

[ Jesper's handwriting is a bit messy so this is his attempt at being clearer and now as lazily rambling as on the network. He wrote this several times, even if it sounds off the cuff, to get it right.]

My dearest Mat,

I'm back and forth about whether I should be dramatic to make us both laugh and write about how any day without you is enough to kill part of my soul, and that my heart is yearning for the next time I get to hold you in my arms. The thing is, they're both true. Probably not the soul killing, but the spirit behind missing you certainly is real.

I definitely think about how stupid it was that I didn't really take the time to enjoy how special it was being in person together. I didn't cherish every moment we had, I was living in it, like we both do, but now it feels like I should have lingered more. Some day I do believe we will get to see one another in real life again, and that time, I am going to sweep you up in my arms again, but I'm not going to let you go.

I think you would like it here in Cadens. I know we don't have the fancy castle, but the inn we mostly all live at is still very lively and connective. Sam puts on 'family dinners' regularly, Dean's taken to doing tattooing downstairs, most of us work the bar in shifts, we spend so much time together. It reminds me of the Dregs. We all lived in or around the Crow Club and we spent all our time there too, we just were always together. I miss them but I feel like I've found it again.

The only thing this inn is lacking is that you're not here with me.

Write when you can, love.

-Jesper

During the disappearances, whenever you want!

[itookashot]

Mat, where are you? Are you alright? STAY INSIDE.

[a_better_man]

Too late.

Ş̶̧̱͎͉͕͓̫̰̗̩̠̊̂̄͆̽̅̇͠o̶̖̝͙̹̩̿̇̾͜r̸̡͖̻̗̻̱̮̟̻̈́̔̚ͅr̸̡̖̰̼̮͖̜̾̅̕y̵̛̯̖͎͑̆̐̌͝.̸̨͓̆̄͌́́̄͌̽́̎̕̕ ̶͈͇̥̈́̉̐̂̄̎̈́̾̊̂̈́̕͝
̵̤̗͎̩̘͗͝ͅD̴̨̛͇̖̖̠̞̱̩͔̭͉͑̃͐̎̀ǫ̴̛͍̰̙̼̳̟̟̻̞̩͐̍͊ǹ̴̗̈́̃͂͋͐͊̽̑̇̑͠'̶̤͎́͐̀̔t̷̻̞͎͇͕̺̂̔̀̃̍̈́͑̃ͅ ̴͓̬̱̹͓͖̟̙̈́̌̉̈͛͐͝g̴͙͈͕̭̾͐̍͒̑̓̇͆̂̽̾̀ͅe̶̡̢̢͙̺̠̝̫̯͈̬̪̰̐̌̑̀̓̅͑̈͝͠t̴͕͇̫̗̃ ̶͎̱͔̖̠̠̜̹̺̫̱͚̀̈́̒͐̒̽̎̈́ͅç̵̬̦̯͓̘̖̰̻̱̱̦̻̃ͅǎ̸̯̤̌̈̔̎̈́͑͋ͅų̸̺͉̺̼̤͖̭͕̥̞͔̆͊̆̐̾̾g̸͙̍͌́̇͝͝ḫ̸̡̛͇̣̤̻͕̲̓ṫ̶̨̨̻̼͓̑̑̍̔́͐̅͑͊ ̷̘̌̏͑̉͌̌͛̅̑̽̐͝ẗ̴̮̲̻̦͚̋ͅͅo̴̩̭̼̘͙̖̠͝ō̵̫̆̎͛́̇̊̐̔̅͋̕.̶̢̙̱͇̭̬̲̄́̀͛͗̂̄̊̑̉̓̚̚͠
̶̡̯̜͎̹̩̹͕̅̌̈́̏̓Ḭ̴̰͎̣̠̬̫̟͇̤͊̈́̃̈́͆́̎̀͜ ̵̨̢͔̭̪̲̳̦̈́̀̊̏͘͜d̴̢̛̰͚̫̣̭̻͂̐̍́̈́̓̈͌̈́͌̆͘͜͝͝o̸̫̭̜͍͉̯͔̱͖̗̞̺̟͂̿̍͊͝ņ̴̨̛̛̛͔̫͖̟͍̣͎͚̱̲̪̪̿͂̍̍̂͂̈́̚̚̕͜'̸̡̢̜̖̙̘̗͚̹̮͒̐̍͛͌͐͒̕͘͝t̶̞̱̦̲̺̣̓̓͒̎̃̑͠ ̷̘͙̠̦̗̰͓̻͙͎̞̰̖̆̈́̀̓̇̔̃͌̈́͝k̵̛̺̱͙̾͒͐͌̿͆̓̎͐̽̅͘͘n̷͎̫̣͍̲͕̻̫̦̳͋̕͜o̸̱̰̖̗͑̉̾̒́̽̾͆̃͐̇͠ͅw̸̫͙̥̟̜̘̮̟̫͗͂͑͋̈́ͅ ̸̡̮͓̔͂͆̆̎̅̽̿̋̎͠ẅ̶̘̳͎͓̳̤̜͖̤̱̟̖͌̇̽̓̀̈́́͐͊̀̏̽ͅḩ̸̧̙̫̫̹̪̗̲̙̤́̀̾̾͆̀̒͒ͅȧ̷͎̯̭̫̤̯̲̪͉̆̒͒̔̀̕ͅt̵̟̩̻̗̘̘͋̄͊̿̔̓̈́͗̚ ̵̛͍͕̟̖͓̓͊́̓͒͋͗̇̂ͅẗ̶̢̡͍͉̦͍̻̖̥̫͎̲̘̽̋͊̐̎̋͗̋̎͐͘ͅͅh̶̹̖̪̟͊͌̅̀̈́͠ḙ̸̢̨̟̩͙̏̾͆͝y̵̡̨̟͕̼͎̩̻̬͎̌̕ ̴̢̧͈͉̰͛̓͛̒́̂̓̂ͅh̸̢̨̨͚̟̩̹̫̪̙̳̣̆͂͜ͅá̵̡̝̳̤̅͌͗̀̓̅̈̕v̴̛̺͍̘̤͓̮̜̞̹̥͓̙͎̟̽͌̀͂̋̈́͊͘͝ͅe̴̙͆̂̐͒̑̉̑͑̋̆͗̂͋͝ ̵͉͉̠̰̬̏͐͑̀̓̄̽̊̐̈́͆̆́p̶̢͖̗̗̬͓̟̂̈͊͌̈̈̚͜l̵͍͗̅̀̾̌̽̑ạ̸̰̯̯̏̿n̶̼̥̩̱̭̫͔̘̯͚̟̭͖͒̏͆ñ̶̡̡͖̖͍̖̬̻̟̗̗̐̾̑̓̊͋͑̊̕͠͠͠d̴̢͎̖̠̩̘̤͎̉̈͗̊́̏̌̍̿̍͘̕͘͝͠ ̷͈̭̬͖͓̣͈̪͈̆͒͑̓͘̕̕͝b̸̧̡̳̘̹͕̘̦̮̤͈͜͝͠ȗ̵̻̭̝̫̜̪̺̉̉̌͒͆̓̆̕ṯ̴̻̞͋͑̈̇̂̅͐͘͘͘͝͝͝
̶̨̢̻̤̘̖͈̫͉̃̆̑̾́̊̓̀̃̇̿͊͐͑i̷̘̅̐̓̐͋̄͋̄̋̓̚͝͠͝ţ̷̡̨̦͉͎͕̠̗͇̦̱͊͋̊̏͋͛͐̈͒̈̕͜͜͠ ̶̭̦̈̃̑̍͛͆̑̀̒͠c̴̜̓̊͑̃̊̅̀̏̿̃̏̂̎̂͝ą̵̢̗̟̜̖͈̪͙̼̙͚̼́͂͗̒ͅͅn̴̰͓͔̾'̴̢̼̙͖͖̣̗̺̹̰̟̲̓̌͊͝͠t̸̡̧̡̤̫̺͎̜̗̻̱͔́͂̾͂̑̎̈́͑͆̿̉͜ ̸̬̯̼̝͇̗̠͝b̶̳͖̻͂͛̇͒̓̄͗̓́̈̕͝ȅ̸̛̮̺̘͍̗͔̞̟͘ ̴̞̝̹̺̪̗͍͖͓̍̓̍̈́͂̎̀̂̚͘͝͝g̴͔͖̠͎̘̥͉̀͊̉̈́͛͌́͛̐͘͝o̴͓͈̼͒̓̂̈́̐͗̿̽͒ô̴͚̻̐̋̈͊͝d̶̢̅̋̾̍̈̔͠.̵̡̢͍̩̦͚̿ ̵̩̩͉͔̔̆̆̇̎́̂̆͌̔̚̕͘̚͝ͅͅp̵̨̧̛͉̠̠̞̠̺͉̳̮̃e̵̫͈̟̯̠̠̅͜ọ̵̡̡̣̰͔͕͓̻̹̼̯̪͖̈́͌̓͆̋́͂͊̋̿ͅp̴̢͇͉͓̱̝̝͙͔̉̀̽̀́͛̕͠ḽ̵̟̝̬̳̮̳̯̟̼͍̀̈́̾́̓͋͒̀͊͘e̴̡̨̨̖̫̫̙̳̬̣̊͌̃̋̋͗̕̚͜͝͝ ̷̛͔̘͍̤̤͍̤͆̊͂͒̃͗͊̋͛̈́̌͌̕͜h̸̡̨̟͉̳̱̞͓̝̻̗̬̙̮̃̐̍̒̇̊̑̀́́̐͘͝͠͝a̷̟̪̲̅v̴̜͎͍̹́͆̓̄͝͝e̸͓̯͉̍̃ ̶̺̾̉̑̃̀̐̊̍̊͝d̶̗͓͗͊͛͋̏͛̑̉͌̑͜͠͝i̴̢̨̲̫̣̱̻̩̜͇͇͕͈̪̒͑͒̿́͛̂̾̉̍̓͆̄͜͠e̵̜̱̗̱̪̖̠̰͊͐̀̆͠d̷̺̭̹͚͎̥͓̬̖̦͓̳̔͒̍̔̇̀̄̀ ̷̲̼̝̻͇̇á̸̯̬̩̗̺̯̣̹̦̂̓̂̉̏͂̔̇̉̈́̌͝͠l̸̻̻͉̰̖̔̑̐̃̆̈́̿̉́̾r̸̛͔͙̩̟͈͔̠͎͛̔̔̋̀̑͒̈́̔̌̃͒̚ẻ̷͇͈̟͘ą̸̞̱͍͛͐̈́d̴̛̛̖̎̋͂̍̆͌̇͘y̵͙̦̱̹̣̱̗͆͋̌͑̽́̿̎̏͋̋͜͠.̷̮̣̙̮͙̙̮͕̺̖̻̥̲̭̄͑͂̂͗͌͜͝

l̵o̷v̶e̴ ̶y̷o̴u̷

[Hardly any of the message makes it through. But 'Too late' and 'love you' are easily readable.]

end of week 1

[thedevilwhorose]

Ï̴͖̘͋̿f̸͓̟̈́̔͆ ̸̬̞͊ŷ̷͇̩̆̚o̷̤͒u̴͍̘̓ ̸̫̜̈́c̷̼̒͐͆ä̵̠̝ͅn̴̘̿ͅ ̵͕̔ŗ̶̡̫̿ē̴͍̻̖̓͘a̸̹͎͈̅͊͗ḑ̶̮̟̓ ̸̠̦͇̓͑ẗ̶̼̣̻͌̈́ḩ̶̩̻̂i̷͎͖͒̿s̷̲̅͂ my brother Castiel is there. He will check in on you.

event: invocation; after Mat goes missing

[londonbound]

Please.

Please respond.

Tell me you're all right.

[a_better_man]

ĭ̶̡̢͙̯̘͖̹͔͕̫̻̣̭̣͑̀̑̿͊̽͊̽ţ̵̨͎̜̭̇̒͊͆̃͘̚ͅ'̴̛̝̮̬͈̬͔̥̯̺̞͚̇̀͋̕͘͜s̶̡̡̜̲͙̤̲͓̋ͅͅ ̴̨̧̛̯̬̘̤̮̘̹̩̤̱̘͔̈̈́̓̂͐̃͂͗͗͘ţ̷̛̝̫͙̘̦̗̩͚̣̼͇̍͆̀͆̕ͅõ̶̫͙̝̮͔͒͒o̷̳̱̦͙̫̽͂̅͊ ̷̪̝͔̘̻̖̈́̽̉̆̀̒̈͂̓̀̈́̒̀̕l̷̠͑̈́͌̿̉̀̿͂̓͑̎̓̈́̓͝ä̷̢̝̣̝͚̙̪͈͓̫́́͊̒̐̀̄͘͝t̵̝͔̙̩̀͜ȩ̸̹̹͉͔̯̥̭͔̮̳̈́̀̓̄̈́̃͆̈́̀ rhy.̷̦̠̮͗̅̆̉͗̃͛̑̊̀̑̇͌́͘͜
̴̭͔̩̞̯̳̩̻͗̾̄̒̒̑̈́͊̀͘
̴̧̜̲͔͓̝̟̦͇͎̝͈͓̃ả̴̞̼̱̩̰̩̖̲͇̖̙̊͑̅̓͛́̊̈̆͂͛̽̎͝ͅ ̸̦̩̎̈́g̵̨͇̜̫̙͙͕̜̜̒̑́́́͐̋̋͠͝ͅr̷̳̯͕̙̓͑̌͐̅̅͗̋͐̉̋̑̈́ợ̵̬̐̒̍̓͂̀̌̆͋͌̀͝ų̷̪̣̮̽̍̂͒͒̈́̍̍̃̒͌͜͝͝p̸̢̦̥͉͇͈͕̖̠̈͒̀́̂̌̾̉̂̌̓̏͠͝ ̶͚͛͆͋̓̓̀̀̃̏̚͝ǫ̶̨̹͔̮͚̜͎̩̫̹̂̓͜f̵̢̧͇͔̼͍̺̣͎͍̜̤̝͛͂̊̀͌̈̂͐̒͜͠ ̷̜̰̼̠̼͕̞̭̰̻̗̌̓ͅm̸̩͚̞̭̣̻͓̳̭͍̭͊̑̉̅̽̔̏̾͘͜͠͠ͅͅą̸͇̰̺̟̹͎̯̳͍̥̰̺̌̋͛̇̍͛́̋͌͘͝͠͝͠͝s̷̡̢̟͖̪̗̞͍̯̳͉̪͋͋̒̔̑̐̾̆̊͛̅̕͜͝k̵̗̼͔̊ͅẻ̵̲͕̹̖͕̙̥͛͂̂̕̕d̵̛͕̳͉̽͑͗̂͂̉̅̑̌̊̏͐̚̕ ̷͎̙̼͉̱̙̜̝͈̗̬͌̏̀̏̐̔̆̉m̶̨̡̠̮̱̹̰͉̾̐͂̈́͘ą̷̳̩͇̈́̊̀͒͠͝g̷̝̭̭̬̹͈̥̺̾́̑̈́̕͜͝ẹ̷̛͙̞̟͉͖̫͍͔͍̗̓̔̍̈̏͌̌̈̍̏̑̌ͅś̵̡͎̥̤̒̃͝ ̴̢͓̮̳͓͚̻̘͖̖͚͇̠̰̊̔̂͊̓̈́̂̏͗͜g̵̛̱̖̓͐̀̿͗̀̇͐̇̆́̓͝r̴̫̩͇̱͉̞̞̩͇̳̆̀̈́́͑͐̅͐̕ả̵̡̤̜̩̜͌̓͌͌̒̂̋̉̿͒̈́̑͘͠b̵̧͇̱̥̣̺̈́̂̕̚̚ͅb̴̧̢̼͎̭̪̻͓͎̻͊̈́̏̌̈̾̒̂͑̇͌͑͋ͅͅe̵̢̨͖̱̲͑d̶̨̢̼͇̻̱͈̑̐̉͗̕̚͜͝ ̶̢̡̠̜͉̺̻̯̣̞͚͐͐̀̍͂̊̊͌͋͑̀̒̋͌̽ṁ̴̦͇͍̦̮̃̉é̶̢̱̪̯̮̹͜͝ ̸͈͖̮͔́̎̍̓͜͠ͅȏ̷̦̲̳̳͔͐͑̑͛̀̎̚ͅͅn̸̢̢̘̟͂̿̾̊͝ ̴̢̱̹͍̪͎̳̲̦͕͉̤͙̪̮̈̄̐̑̓̍̊̕͠͠t̵̯̺̙̥̠̫͙̣͌́h̵̖͙̙̺͇̝͖͇̗͓̉͋̋ͅe̶̛̟̽̃͌͆͝͠ ̸̧͔̼̈̐̓́̏̆̾̈́̇̇́́̍͝͝ͅḣ̴̨͖̫̥͕̣̻̺̮̙͖̙͕́̐͒͐̎́̂͑͑̎̆̕͠u̸̝̱͕͕͗̂͛͊̍͂̈́͊͆͐̚̕n̵͍̮͗̒̔̒̓̾͂̈̔̈́̂̕̕͠͠ť̴͓̯͍̯̒̏̀̓̈́͑̍̈͛̈́̎̐́í̴̧̡̫͔̦̯̲͍͎͈̟̭͋̃̎̌̔̊̏̽̏͠ņ̶̧̻͖͉̘̝̟̐͗̔̂̕͠͝g̴̡̘̳̖̣͚̗͖̯͍̊̿̌̿̋̃̓̚ ̴̢̧̳̙̲̖͕̼͈͇̠̖̟̞̓t̸͈̟͙̫̽͒̀͊̆̓͘͘͘r̶̨̳̗̬͎̠͍͍̫͇̥̘̭̕a̶̛̛̫͂̏͊͐̀̐͌̈́̈̓͒͠ỉ̸͚̪͓̩̘l̷̡̛̼͔̗̰͚̉̋̔̈̾̽̚̕s̴̨̨̟̣͍̮̱͝
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̴̡̢͕̣͕̲̹̲̲̮̠̈́͑̎̚̕c̷̪̙͍̯͔͙͍̣̿̋́ô̵͕̭̠̬͒͋͒̽̉͂̀̌̈́͛̐͘ư̸̘͔̪̖͎̝͌̽͐͑̈́̎͂͒̄͌̕l̴̨̛͔͙̱̞̟̰͒́͌̈́̒̕͝d̷̡͇̣̬͍͕̼͈͈͙̹̤̈́͐̽n̶͕͇̟̠̖̤̺͇͎͓͓̈́͜'̶̤̬̪̮͎͈͙͖͇͌̊̿͗͌̈́̓̋̏̾̍̈́̋̚͠ť̴̛͍̅͑͘ ̴̛̤͕͎̥̹͚͇͚̝̮͍͉͉͐͐̈́̒̾͌̆͊̕͜͜͝͝f̸̯̭̠͕̠̮̭̜͕͇̰͍̑̅̈̑̐̌͝í̴̧̡̞̼͓̖̟̰̦͉̪͎̹̲̔̉̿̅͂̾̇͊͊̓́̕͠g̷͉͇̦̮͕̥͔̈́̅̉̃̅̀̐̓̂̈́̓͘͝͠͝ḩ̴̯̲̝̤͇͚̮̬͖͓̬̱͛̈̍̅̋͗͋́͝͠ͅͅṯ̶͇̦͎̯͎̌͂̂̊̆̾͊̂͠͝ ̶̢̜͉̟͓̱̺̪̤͓̑͋̌̚͝ͅt̷̛̞̰̣̝̯̜̘͎̀̂̈́̉̒̈͂̍̽ͅḩ̴̝̞̱͚̦͚̬̬̥͉̣̘̝͈̀̆̽̂̀̾͑̏̍̃͑͠ȅ̵͈͎͈̩̗̪̦̰̺̱̖̦͚͖̊̍͋̍m̵̧̛̾̀͐̒̈́̃̏͒̎̕̚͠ ̵̢̠̐̚͝ͅo̵͓̳̽͐̿̚f̸̧̥͉̲̟͓̗̼͎͈̱̥͋͌͆͛̈́͑̾͌͌́͠ͅf̴̡̧̛̟͓͙̹̲͚̞̫̾̓̒̇̽̒͊̀͛̚̕͝ͅ ̶̱̆͗͆͂̈́̔̿̓̽͋̔̾͐b̶̹͇̭̝̠̲͕̉̇͘͝ͅǘ̵͔̞̿͛̏͊́̆͠t̴̜͎̳̯̭̼̺͍͗̿̃̀̾̆͝ ̸̧̘̝̥̥͓̻̘͎̮̝̇̈́̎̚͝w̶̡͚̫̘̟̜̫̲̟̥͇̌̋̀̔̀̈̀̋̀̈͘͘ȇ̸̛͇̾̈́̕ ̵̡̥͎͊̈́͛̉̃̅͜ẗ̵̢̢̧̼͔̖͓͎̺͙̩̜͜ͅŕ̸̡̛̛̛̦̥̙̼͍̜̙̖̤̣͈̬͗̆́́̿̇͐̏́̚̚ͅî̷̌͐͆̒̽̇́͐͛̑̆̀͠͝ͅe̶͉̞̺̼̖̤͗͒̐̒̈́͆̇d̵̢̧͕͖̰͔̜̭͎͖͚̞̠̗͛̈́̀͛̀͝.̸̨̛̣̟̘͙̜͙̫̱͒̉̿͂̈́̏̃͌̽̃ ̸̨͚̘͙̞̙͙̫̼̰̩̱̮͂̕͠ͅͅṱ̵̪͓̤̠̙͌̌̈̿̈́̿̑͑̀̑̾̈́h̵̛̗̺͖̻͉̦͔̒̅̒̍̅͗̎̿̓̾̒͒͠͝ę̷̡̢̠̳͎̘̜̪̖̯́͂̓̽̈́̓̒̽̅̽̍̄͌́̕ͅͅr̵̛̘͇̺̤̣͙̪̜̜͙̻͍̙̮̍̎͜e̷̢̡̟̩͈̭̩̜̺̬̱͔̝͈͋̎̓̐͐͊̉̆̕̕̚̚̚͜ ̵̡̛͇̮̦̬̱̲͔̠̰̍̅͌̾̌̊̿͌̂̇͝ẘ̴̢̥̥̯̻̞͕̰̟͛̑̄̐̓̿̅̐͜͠e̷̝̟͚̹̲̗͈̣̜̐̓̌̈̈́̈́̑̊͘̕̕͜͝͠ͅͅr̸̬̫͍̯̺͕͇͚͓̖̟͗̀̀̽͠ę̷̻̞̱̱̘̬̝̻̲͙̖̫͈̑̏͐̿ ̵̡̘͚̟̯̖̪̹̬̟̒̈́̓̇̐͆̕ͅͅt̴̛̰͈͈̫̝͇̯̱̼̟͒̊̅̋̊̓̃̾̋̔͆̍͠o̴̜̖̺̻̎̀̏̈͂̉͘͝͝ő̸̢̫̄͋͑͗͐͝͝ ̷̡̰̬̟̞̻͈̯͐͜m̸̨̲͈͋͑͊̊̕͘ȃ̸̧̡̤̮̹͓̦͎͉̙̖͓͐̈n̷̡̥̖͖̖͙͔̓̉̃̔̇̌̅́̒͝ỵ̸͕͛͝ ̶̢̧̙͍̣̺̈͂̔̈́͆ö̵̢͉̱͎̪̼̖̖́̇̌͐͘͘ͅf̸̢͉̪̠̏̂̐͒͝ ̷̰̟̖̪͉͎̦͓̥̼̏͝t̵̛̯̦̭̮̗͖͙̯́͛̈́̓̽́͊̓́͝h̴͉̹̞͑̇̔̕̕͝͠ẹ̵̡͚̬͙̺̣̘̟̬͒̓̐̓̋̅͑̈͝m̴̡͕͓̣̘͕̳̙̳̓͝ ̶̢̢̞̥̰̭̫̼̭̺͋͌̿̏̀͊͋̅̓͘̕͠a̷̹̞̯̼̱̯̖̪͕͙̦̋̈̓͌͜͠n̶̢̤̩̱͇̾̓̅̈́̍͑̽̄͗͝d̷̨̳̘̩̙̗̼͓́̒̾́̅̓̀̍͘ͅ ̸̙͕̟̭̟͕͚̩̪̩̆̀͆̂͗ͅt̵̯̥̱̒͆̃͒̀̀͗͛̚͝͝h̴̢̰̣́̈̆̈́͐͒̕e̵̻̼̳̠̪̝̒́͋̈͛̅͝͠ẏ̷̧̬͎̣͙͓̅͗̚̚ ̸̢̨̛̗͍͔̗̪͔̣̳͓̽́̌͒͊̕̚w̷͇̃̑̍̌̍̌̂̀͠ͅȩ̴̡̡̨͔̺̤͇̟̯͕̦͍̮̐͝ͅr̵̨̨̛͎̱̟̙̹͈̦̫͍̀͒͆̔̈́̔͛͒̅͜͠͠e̶̢̧̜̣̗͙͙̖̺̯̠̤̳̿͌́̒̍̂͜͠ͅ ̸̟̓͒̍̏̇̊̀̈́̓͋̕̕t̵̨̬̝̩̝͇͙͕̯̺̲͇̰͚̝̋͑͑̂͆̉̉̇̇̉̂̀̔̕ǫ̷̨̨̛̬͖̥͖͉̭̘̲̬͛͒͋̍̋͊͋́͆͐̅̆̕͠ͅo̸̢̢͍̲͚̫͇̒̔̈́̑͐̇͑̊̅̃̔̃͘̚̕ ̸̧̨̨̫̫̥̦͑̀̍́͑͑͊̒̿͂̽̒̽͛͝p̶͔̥͕̥̗̘̦̩̯̞̘̲̳͌̊ͅo̸̤͉͕̩̐͛̆́̊̐͋͘͝w̴̡̝̘͓̫̺̬̦̠̽̎̋̎͜ę̶̡̛̠̗̼͕̫̏̾̊̄̅͜ŗ̶̧̧̢̛̯̰̜̭̬͈̯͔͆͌̆̈́̅̈ͅf̸̡̹̫͉̩̭̣̻̤̤̬̯̦͗́̋̀͆̽͋̕̚̚̚͝ữ̷̢̳̻̠̤̻̩̾̅̐̑́͆̅̈́̐̚l̴̨̳̩̰͒̊̒̓̅̿̅́̌̊̚
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̸͖̜̒̐̕͝i̷̧̼̹͖̮͇̞͎̼̟̎͛̚ ̵̖̠́͒̒̀̿͝ḓ̴͈̫̺̙̬͔̗͈͚̰̊̋o̷̡̝͕͉̲̳̻̙̠̤̰͎̜̱̿̋̈́̈͆̐͘̕n̵̠͎͗͛͝͝͠'̶̨̛͚̩̩͖͇̬̝̙̫̳͔̾͐̃͌͆̈͗̀͝ͅt̴̢̯͋̓͐̽́͘ ̷̛͉͖̳͔̮͙̉̊̎̓̈́̂̕͠k̶̖̝̱̻̟̲̲͋̏̌̉͛̑̍̉̽̌̋̍̈̆͜͠ǹ̵̡̛͍̱̗͕̬̳̥̟̯̱̏̽̃͐͑̾̾̚ͅo̶̖̎͋̎͑̿̍̕w̸̨̨̡͚̰̙͎͓̩̫̥̭̹̩̺̉̈̍̂̾͒͑͑̓̂͑̏̊̚͝ ̶̢̧̜̪̞̲͉̱̲̖̙͇͕̌͠ͅw̷͖̭̠̭͎͈̤̤̜̼̗̋͆̓̍̿͊̓̓̇͝͝͝h̴̙͔͉̫̖̯̹̯̜̄́̽e̸̡͙̥͚͙͍͙̓̉̅̉͂̊̂̎͂̽̽̊̇̕͝r̴͉͍̭̹̝̗̺̓̀́̆̋̓̀̔̏̉̑ẽ̸͔̞̘̞͔̀̆̍̎̿͆̐̐͘͝ͅ ̶̰̈́͑̿͒̈̃̐́͗ͅt̸̨͙̤̖͖̜͎̰̺̻̝̳͈̐̓̓̽̃̀̔̕ḣ̵͎̦̽̅͛͑̈́̋͗͝͝e̸͎͑̌̎̍͑̈͛̊́́͊̀̽̅y̶̧̙̪̯͍͉̘̪̳̜̞̻̲͂͗̆͐̄́́́͛̍͑̏͊ ̸̱̪̲̪̗̪̠̿͑̒͛͑b̵̛̭̺̖̭͔̯͒͒̌̚͜ṙ̶̢̧̨̨̧̢͙̣̻̤̣̼͜͜ő̵̻͖̹̎̇̋̒̇͝ų̸̨̻̬͉̹̣̱̩͔̪̖͇̃̋̅̍͌͋̑͂̏̑ģ̴̹̯̖̜͕͚̖̳̪̪̭̳̈̉̎͆͊̅̅͛́̈́̈́̌̉͘ͅh̷̢̫̪͔͓̲̩͍̱͌́̌̔̒͗̈ͅţ̸̨̭̲͓͈̻̩̲̣̙̦̈́̀̀̈́͛͗͝ͅ ̵̨̡̰̘̖̤͙͓͇̹̙̤̊͆͗̍́͊͋̈́̊͗̆͜͜ͅų̷͚͓̱̥̬͍̠̻̩̮̳̟̀̆̽̅͝ͅs̶̢̫͇̼̘̦̞͔̤̬̫̲̓̌̓͋͘ ̸̧̳̖͌͒̾̏b̸̡̤̦̱̣͉̪͈̽̄u̷̬̗͕̙̺̺͆̃͑͗̓͒̌̂̃͘͜͜͠t̵͖̮͙̂̽̍̇ ̸̢̨̨̘̳̫͎͎̓͝i̵̛͔̯̻̩̜̐̆̿̏̃͛̌̕t̸̝̲̱̠͉̽̾̾̏̾̽̃́͠͝͠ͅ'̴̢̠͍͂͌̇̽̽̿͆̓͗͝͠͝s̷̢̗̪͎͉̒͛ͅͅ ̶͍̫̦̮̐̅͝ͅa̸̡̢̧̙̬̞͇͓̼̬͕͍͊̃̂̈́̋̈̉̒̚l̸̢̺̺͍̖̭̼̰͚̣̹̯̹͐̄͋̂͋̃̄͊̽̋͑̈́̈́̋͘ͅl̷̡̼͍̥̭̻̻͉̺̺̼̩̓͂̓̊͗̌́̄̍ ̸̡̦̺̱̯̟̱͔͈̤͛̑͝ͅf̵̢̖̣̯̱̦̺͋̓̇̾͐̊̉͠ͅu̶̼͍̖͋̋̌̎̊̊c̵̭͍̗̻̆̂̄̆̈́̄ḵ̴̢̨̡̭͍̮̻͎̗̝̝̐̊̐̌̽͂̄͋͑̀̈́͒̾̿͜ͅè̷̺̈͘d̴̦̣̹̭̻̥̩̟̑̌̈́̾͑̀͂̐̍̂̋̾̎̿͜͠ ̸̧̖͉̙̪͍̜̟͉̼̩̖́͑̐̀͘͜͠ͅṳ̶̮̠̣̺̃̐̑͜ͅͅp̸̺͚̞̭̭̮̓͐̆̋́̑̔͛̍͆̈̈́͝ͅ ̸̢̧̧͈̝͔̮̰̰̲͖̦̳̠͇̈́͌̎̓̈́̌̈͗̑̉a̷̧̫̺̩̣̝̭͚̩͉̾̍̀́͌͂̄̐̎͜͝ņ̴̯̲͇̅̈d̷̰̺̬̬̓̃̂͛̏̔̇͝ ̵̡̦͔̩̭̪̘͖̫̆͑̒́̆̒̚ͅt̵̞͙͔̟̥̙̙͎̣͎̥̹̭̋̈͑̀͗̉̎͝͠h̵̢͔̝͚̟̬̼͈͐̐͑͜ͅȩ̴̡̘̯̝̯̺͔̞̳̃̾̎͑͛͜͜y̶̡̪̠͙̗̱̆̂́̀̎̿̀͠ͅ ̴͇͍͙̺̗̣̩̼͎́̿͑͗͒̊á̸̡̡̘̖̰̲̲̗̗̬̯̲͕̘̣̑͛͑̈́͌̏͒̃̄͛͗ŗ̴̘͊͐e̷̢̳̘̹̓͊̈̆̈̿̅̎n̶̢͈̠̘͚̲̺̞̜͗'̸̧̛̦̼͉̥͓̯̮̫̃̈̿͋̓̎̐̓ẗ̷͓͔̬̦̪̼́̀̒́́̽̃͑̃̂̓̊͜͜ ̵̨͔̭̗̲͊͑̌f̷̠͉̳̰͚̝̖̻̋̊͑͆̅̒͗̍͒̊̇̏̔̕͝e̷̡̧̡̧͔̰̘̤̠̜͇̻̺͖̅͛̍̐̊̄̊́͋̾̌͋͋͘͘͜ē̶̥̩̫̘̣̓͛̋̈́͑̀͜ḑ̸̛͚̌̅̋́̅̌͊̌̀͝͝i̵̧̟̫͎͙͖̦̦̯̯̰̺͂́͌̏̄͑̽̿͜͝ͅņ̷̬̼̹̼̱͕̠̩͕̬̤͑̆̈́͊̍͋g̷̨̛̤͇̙̱͚̰̒́́̉́͂̉́́̉̃ͅͅ ̸̡̭͉̙̈̔̀͠͝ụ̵͐s̴̡̺̼͕̭̖̠̦̪̦̝̣͖̞̈̑̒͌̾̓̾ ̶̨̫̦̣͔͇͖̭̙͈̝͖͚͊͆̃͆̑̏̈́̌͘̕͝ạ̵̩̱̖̰̪͔͈̤̖̼̈́͑́̈́̑̆͗͊́͜͝͝ņ̴̡͉͙̲̹̣̠̪̻̻͋̎̈́̇̋d̵̛̎͗̈́̐̚ͅ ̵̘̲͖̞̜̍t̵̬̗̬̯͌h̵͈͚̘̖̘̼̙͔̪́̔̓̔͜e̵̲̣̖̠̥̩̳̥͉̥͍͎̝͓̊̓̒r̸̡̧̹͈̣̙̰̀͗̒̏͑̈́͂̒͂e̸͔̦͔̥͚͎̯̫͒ͅ'̴͇͈̯͉̯̊͐̔͊̅́̏̀̑͛͘͝ş̸̨̡̖̙̞̥͓͓̦̰̳̀̌͛̋͌̉̉͋̎͐̂̕͜͠͝ ̴̮͈̹͔̼̹͔͓̲͈̝̗̝̤̇̇̊̐͌t̶̡̛͔̰̺͔̙͕̠̤̮͊̈́̈̌̄̀̎̅́͜h̴̡̨̝͍̗̩͕̻͙̼͉̎͌̾͗͌̿̄̋͛ͅͅi̷̧̧̳̺̻͍̠̙͎͐̿̈́̀̅̿̈͜n̶̨̞̪̪̳̩̈́̃̃͠͝g̵̢̟͉͔̏̏̚s̴̬̔̃̅̋͗̈͛͗̂̔̕̚͝ ̶͖̳̖̊̃w̸̠̟͔͔̪̮̪͈̘͖͇̝̬͍̜̌̋̒ỉ̵̛̳̹̃͆͛́̋̆́̂̕͜͝͝ẗ̶̡̡͖̥́̆̈̽͒̃͂̔̀̽̋̕͝͠ḩ̸̣̳̖͉̙͔̖̾̈́͊͒͗ͅ ̵̧̢̙̹̲̰͈͇̟͕͖̻͌ͅu̸̗͖̲͓̠̓ṡ̶͎̙͙̘̗͍̻.̸̡̩̪̳̰̣̲͇͚̮̗̯͐̿̀̆̍̅̓͜
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̵͈̔p̸̧̭̈́͒͒̋̕͝ê̵̛̘̯̥̦̗̻͚̮̲̌̀̈́̈̽͌̏̑̓̓̽̕ͅo̷̰̐̒̃̄̅́͗̒̀̓̏̐̄p̵͔̦̼̖͕̎͆͋̃̒̀̿̊̽́͝l̸̢̧̛̮̗̺͔̳̥̘̙̻̑̌͑̚e̵͔͍̘͎̪̙̦̘͙͂̇̎͗͑͂̓̀͗̐̾̄̐̈͜ ̶̧̻̼̼̻̲͔͙͑̒́́͂̑̎̚͝ḁ̵̢̀͒̒̊̔̾̌̎̾͠r̸͔̣͓̮̣̲̳̲͖͎͙̟̾̀͆̚͜͝è̸̹̗͋͌̋͂̍͒̀͗͂̌̃̆̎ͅ ̸̳̻̜̮̥̅͂̆̇͌͝ḋ̵̡͔̺͓̅͆͋̑̾͐̿̍̕̚y̵̛͖̖͚̜͔͙͕̯̬͖͛͑̚ͅͅḯ̵̧̧̯̤̪͙̖̲̜̪̙̲̲͒͐̍͛̍͐̐́̀̎͠n̸̨̧̧̛̛̪̖̘̗̯̘̫̲͎̱̞͐͊̋͗̍̒̾̈́͒͒̎͠g̴̲̲͈̹͖͈̥͚͕̗̹̱̬̳̅͛̓͋̆̈̿́͛͘͝͝͝.̴̛̻͓̇̎͒̀̇̿̂̃̈́͘̕͘ ̴̡̢̛̼̩̲̤̺̫̳̹͛̓̎̂͒̈́̔̌͂̔͊͂p̶̯̩̹͙̤͙͗͑͜͠l̵̛̹͕̠̜͈̺͍̲̻̳͔̤̉̑͗͆̇̏̓̊̈́̈́̚̕͝ę̸̡̺̯̰̘̗͙͔̘̝̣͒͋͌̕͜͠ņ̴̲͓̯̞̝͚̹͙̭̳̯̽̀͗́͐̊̑́̋̂̽̚͜͠t̵̝̥͍̠̥̱̗̣͍̝͈͐̉̍̒̃̉̕ỵ̵̛̹̦̯̯̀ ̷̳͈̱͖͙̱̱͍̻̿̂̂̆̾̄͂̅ą̶̧̨͖̺̝̪̦̣̠̬͋r̴̟̝̥̲͍̳̟̭͛̂͜ͅe̸̯̪̫̅̋̄̈̅̉̿̀͆̿͒̍̇͂͝ ̵͔̤͖͇͈̮̖̤̭̘̿̈́̃͗́̿̿́͆͊̀͌̊͝a̵̧̢̝͓̣̩̥̪͕̙̥͈͉͑̾̀̑̎̈̎̀̆̆͝͠l̸̨͙͔̤̬̰͎̤̠͓̦͙̈̀̿̍̌̎́̇̄̄r̴͔̊͌̿̈́̿̂́̉̅̂̈̈́̓̚e̴̟͗a̸̧̧͙̟̼͚͐͜d̷̡̪̹̯̮͔̤̦̲̟̘͓̘̈́̂̅̀̏͊̾̓͗͜y̵̮͈̭̪͖̝̘̤̖͕̳̯͊̎̆̈́̉͒̀͊́̓̈́̚̕͘ͅ ̸̨͇̬̰̰̪̜̣̼͖̩̝̐̋̆͘ͅd̵̩̤̞̥͙̥̹̗̞͌͐̂́̈́́̄͋͑͋ȇ̶̩̘̜̦̈̀͗̍̈́͋̓̀̎͐̋̔̚͘a̷̱̹̝̪͖̖̭̮̱̱̼̋̒̈́̐̋͐͐̚͠͝d̴̳̹̂̾̀̇̂̂.̷͙̽̄͂̌͑͋̑͑̄̽́͒̅͌͝
í̸̠̩̈́́̉̈́̍́̐̈́̈́̏̈̚͝'̵͔̼̜̇́̽̌̄̋̑̔͑͝͠l̸̤̹̖͍̗̪̟̳̲̥͋̐̅́͝͠ͅl̶̛̛̘̄͒̋̓̐̈́̽̍͛̄̑̾́͘͜ͅ ̴̧̹͚̺̱̣̟͚̘̣͈͕̩̫̊͋̚͜ͅb̴̛̯̖̻̖̲̞̦̮͋̔̏̈́͒̏͂̽͑͝ë̴̼̰̯̤̭̣̱̬́̿̽̀̽͌ ̵̡̨̛̖̙̬̩̦̠̲͍͈͉̯͒̄̏̅̎̃͐̑͑̈͘͜͠͠͝h̸̲͍̏̈́͗ǒ̴̧̡͔̯̲̜̗̠̀n̷̲̂̀͋̂́͛̏͠͝ȩ̵̞͇̫̙̻̝̭̞̹̍̃̃͝s̸͚̯͚͈̯͔̮͇͓̳̻̜̯̜͇̈́̂̀̀̔̂̋͒t̶͚̲̑̐̃͌́͑̚͠,̶͔̦̓̄̌̇̎̈́͌̋͊̃̚͠ ̶̨̢̧̢͎͍͉̜̝̫̣̞̱̑̂̐͊͜ĩ̸̫̤̰͎̯͖̿̎̽́͒͝͝ţ̵̛̺̱̭̘̞̝͙͉̊̔͗̽̇́͒̅̅͑̚͘'̴̥͍̫͉̭̫͈̫͉̝̮̞͇̝͐̒̽́̾̍̍̆̍̈́͊͑̓͘͘͜͝ͅs̶̡̡̢̛̼̠̭͚̱̪̯̦̰̄͌͗̓̉̽̿͛̀̑̕̚̕͝ ̷̢̡̙̮͍̳̤̫͈̟̫̈́̐̕n̶̡̮̘̩͎̖͉̱͇̄͛̆͆o̷̧̡̮͓̺̩͚͔̞̾̐̉̆̀͐̆̊̏͒́̕̚͝͝͝t̸̛̺͎͍̖̩͊̋̃͑̍̓͗̐̊̂̀͘͠͝ ̶̨̡̜͈̟̮͎̪̻̣͎̹̠̝̔͐̈́͗̏̍̓͐͂̄̓̏̃͐̾l̵̢̨͈͇̺̰͔̬̞͈͛̈́́̉̂́͌͗̽̓͛̾̒̽́̚o̸̡̡̗͔̖͙͎̹̺͚̼̗̊ͅͅo̷͖̬̥̠̙͙̠͂͌͛́̇̽̎̊͊͆k̶̗̻͉̤̿̀̄̚i̷̧̧͙̣̮̗̫͉̯̠̖͙̣͋̃̀ṉ̵̡̢̧̛̗̤̰̰͙̯̩͓̬̙̟̿̈̿́̐̕g̸̬͕̉̾̋͐̓̆̉͆̌̚

good.



[Most of the message is dropped, coming through as gibberish. But 'rhy' and 'good' are the clearest words.]

post the event

[bealufull]

Dear Mr. Cauthon,

This is Kaz Brekker, a companion of Jesper's. When you have a free moment, please message me so that I might ask you a question or two and discuss some things with you.

I appreciate you taking the time for this as soon as you might find time.

- K.B.

[a_better_man]

As long as by 'discussing' you don't mean have at me or try and convince me I did the wrong thing by being safe and thinking about the greater good.

I'm not in any mood for that.

During the Gala party, of course

[itookashot]

did anyone tell you how fucking insane the execution was

like there were birdssss

and a sheep suit???

solvunn's creepy i think they're turning everyone into plant people

[ As if nothing else has happened. His handwriting is clearly very wobbly though.]

[a_better_man]

Well I have a dozen questions right now.

But the most pressing one is do you realize who you're writing to?

Mat's birthday - Evening after Jesper's message

[blackeyedprince]

It's an early evening. Long after their written conversation Kell comes to the door of Mat's room carrying a long package wrapped neatly in a piece of soft wool. He very deliberately knocks. Almost too theatrically.

[a_better_man]

As he knows he's expecting company, Mat hasn't been doing much beyond frowning at a book on musical theory that he doesn't quite understand. Some people, he thinks, try and make it all much too complicated.

He tosses his book aside and slouches to his feet. As he hasn't any real plans for going anywhere, he's casually dressed in a light blue silk tunic and grey trousers and his wild mop of hair is half-heartedly brushed and pulled back into a small tail to keep it out of his face as he reads.

"Howsit, Kell? Come on in."

anomalous beasts event

[wwrench]

You're the one familiar with these overgrown wolves? Silver eyes, smell like rancid eggs?

[a_better_man]

The darkhounds, you mean.

They come from my world.

[itookashot]

[ He's had to tell enough people this, but at least Mat will get it. ]

Inej is gone.

[a_better_man]

[Shit.]

I'm sorry. Do you need me?

I get it if you'd rather be alone.

backdated to end of Nov ish

[thedevilwhorose]

I remember your log in Luna wasn't half bad, and I know your bow skills. Are you capable of carving a small trinket? I need something sturdier than the butterfly pins from the Feywilds I've been using to affix a shield spell to, but I'd like it to not look like trash and I can't carve worth a damn.

[a_better_man]

I can do trinkets and figures. What sort of thing did you want?

Could do you a sturdy wooden brooch or cloak pin.

[magicalarchaeologist]

[ Deliver to Mat in his room is a collection of what Istredd has observed are his favorite sweets and a favorite bottle of liquor for him. Technically it is available in the kitchen, but not always at once, and the cook agreed to put this together for Istredd. There is a note attached. ]

I apologize I cannot do more for the holiday. You have come a long way since the first time we did a session together, and I have watched your progress every step of the way. It takes bravery to keep using magic and push past your fears. I urge you to look back at where you were, and where you are now, and know it is because of the work you've done to get there. Know that I am proud of you, but I hope you are also proud of yourself.

-Istredd

backdated to early December

[northerndragon]

If you see a girl who has newly arrived, tall with long red hair, that is my sister Sansa.

Not the one I have been troubled about — that is Arya. The one who was caring for our home in my stead. The one who had a bad husband.

[a_better_man]

Noted and remembered! I'll be a perfect gentleman.

And I'm glad you get to see one of them, at least. I know what it's like to be missing your sisters.

Delivered

[thedevilwhorose]

[With a note and haphazard packaging, dropped off to Mat.

As promised.

Includes instructions and the Ancient Thornean word for protect as its activation word.

((personal lightning shield:
1/day surrounds the user in a burst of electric energy, duration 30 seconds, must be affixed to an object; to activate, speak the incant for protect. Electric shock feedback pulses out in a 5ft-radius and stuns for 5 seconds. Shield can move with user. Affixed to a wooden carved brooch.))]

[ordinar]

Hey, Mat.

When are you playing at the Mute Lute next?

[a_better_man]

Unsure, I don't tend to plan where I'm playing any given night much in advance. Sometime in the next week.

Were you hoping to catch the show?

[bealufull]

[ Kaz had spent a long time thinking about how to approach things with Mat. It's a weird sensation, remembering knowing him so well and knowing him hardly at all.

And about it all, Kaz had to swallow his pride. That was hard as well. ]

I believe I owe you an apology. No. I do owe you an apology.

I'm sorry my behavior before. Sometimes my need to protect my people gets the better of me. Which isn't an excuse but an explanation that it was because of caring for Jesper that I was so angry.

[a_better_man]

[Mat isn't exactly surprised at the message. It's been on his mind, too, that aspect of his possible life. And like Kaz, he hasn't been certain how to approach it. Lucky him that he doesn't have to worry about that anymore.

The contents of the message, though... ]

don't worry about it. love makes a man do funny things.

we both know that well.

odd, innit? that we know each other so well but in reality we've had all of one conversation.

Earlier in the week

[itookashot]

Hello love,

I won't be able to make Nocwich this weekend.

I've been arrested for terrorism.

LOL.

[a_better_man]

What in the name of the Light did you do?

Backdated like heck to September sometime

[northerndragon]

[One evening, Jon is preparing to go to bed, when he turns to Mat and asks, tentative,]

Can I ask you something strange? You don't have to answer, if you don't wish it.

[a_better_man]

[Mat glances up from his book, sprawled on his back in his own bed with the curtains open.]

Yeah, sure. What's on your mind?

[Half the time when Jon prefaces a question or statement with a warning it's odd, it's not as odd as the fellow thinks.]