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Requiem's Ideal World run #1

It's dark... and a little cold.

Oh. You have a text-- wonder what that's about?

...

...

?

Hey, there's some junk in here that's not in the right spots. Take a good look around and fix that jazz. Everything's got a place or whatever.

No sense in hiding from yourself, right?

... what is this, a text for ants?

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Nemesis stays quiet for the most part, following Req’s lead to the cave and the house.

You're walking along when your foot suddenly hooks against something and makes you trip and fall into the dirt, oof. Your pride probably hurts more than your face but that's gotta be a close second.

Req pauses to turn back to you, alarmed. "Woah-- you okay?"

When you look back to see what you tripped on, it's a gold crown.

It takes her a moment to recover; it’s been quite some time since she last could trip so it’s a bit of a shock (Stability! How could you forsake). It also occurs to her to worry about all the stuff she’s already brought, hoping it hasn’t just come spilling out over the path, but—-

“The heck’s that?” She frowns at the crown, then hesitantly reaches for it.

Req had been about to reach down to help you up when you grab the crown.

It's sharp, with three red gems laid into it. The feelings you get from this are... cold. you shiver, and feel desperately alone while you hold it.

This doesn't belong here.

Requiem backs up a step, quickly.

Oh. Oh.

She means to drop it, but her fingers clench tighter instead, defensive against the cold and the overwhelming loneliness. Another few beats and the grip goes offensive instead, metal beginning to creak and bow, though she's not sure if it's the crown or her fingers.

Either way, she keeps attempting to crush it, less because she thinks it will work--if anyone has that power, no way it's her--and more because she hates it, and hates what it means, and what if she could destroy it after all? There's surely only one way to find out..

It bends very slightly in your hands... but nothing more, too hard and frigid to hold for too long.

Requiem is frozen(ha) herself, watching you with wide and slightly horrified eyes.

She growls, frustrated--chucks the crown away from them at the ground where it probably doesn't shatter into a million pieces as much as she wishes it would.

Damn it. Her hand stings, and it trembles just as much as her right. Fucking phantom limb.

When you look back up again, Requiem's skin has paled so much she looks vaguely ill.

And there's a long pause where she doesn't... actually seem to know what to do. But she snaps back to attention, taking that step back to you and reach down to take your hands, clasping both of yours in hers, rubbing them warmly. "Come on," she says, muttering. "Let's... go inside."

"Yeah." She gets to her feet, still a little shaky, and only pulls one of her hands away. The other one holds on tight, if a little clammy.

"Sorry for being clumsy." She pulls up a Hurricaneish weak smile; keeps moving to get some distance between them and the crown. "You okay? You look like you saw a ghost."

She lets you lead, but doesn't manage to pull up any humor for the joke, just... clasping your hand right and looking away.

"It's. It's fine."

That is obviously untrue, but Nemesis only nods, slow; keeps pace for the safety of the cave.

"Anyways...we're almost at your place. You'll be okay...okay? You don't gotta worry about that stuff no more."

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