OPEN

[lifespanned]

WHO: Misa & co.
WHAT: event aftermath!
WHERE: Achamoth, tiny smidge of Godsblood
WHEN: late Soviseri, early Firaseri
WARNINGS: will add if applicable!



I. early return (citadel, misa's room)

[ The return to Achamoth is, ironically, uneventful.

Misa is unconscious for most of it, and when she makes it back to the Citadel, those who see her right when the Godsblood envoy returns will see that she needs the servants' assistance walking to her quarters, and she favors weight far more to her right side. Even still, she doesn't wrap an arm around those who assist her, either, the reason for which is a net of bandages that cover and wrap around the entirety of her right shoulder.

Those who don't witness her directly may still become privy to her weakened state; she doesn't emerge from her quarters for a full day after after the return, which is highly unusual behavior for the outgoing and boisterous Misa, often seen around the Citadel bothering anyone she lays eyes on. Should any other Kenoma try to reach out to her with Communion, or further yet, knock at her door, she'll answer with a tired and irritable: ]

What is it? I'm trying to sleep, here.


II. later return (in the city)

[ When Misa gathers the strength to do more than keep herself contained to the Citadel, the first thing she tries to do is drag other people out with her. It's her number one way of dealing with anything unpleasant in life - to bury it, deeply, beneath something fun and happy and exciting. She's certain she won't be thinking about everything that happened in Godsblood if she spends a little time outdoors with a companion. And luckily, she'll drag just about anyone she knows out with her.

But it's perhaps that over eagerness to go do something to take her mind off things that prompts her to... push herself too fast. While she seems enthusiastic to go outdoors, the fact of the matter is that she's still not wholly herself - her hair remains un-styled, face bare of makeup, due to the lack of mobility in her right arm while it heals. Heavy blood loss in Godsblood has rendered her complexion a little paler than usual, and difficulty moving has rendered her wardrobe much less extravagant and cute than is typical of her outdoors fare.

Not long after she and her trusty out-on-the-town friend have made it away from the Citadel, she suddenly stumbles and slumps heavily in her companion's side in an uncharacteristically awkward fashion. ]

Woah...! I guess I'm still a little woozy.... [ She gives a nervous laugh, clearly trying to play off her dizzy spell— she even tries to reorient herself (with little success, still basically leaning into her Kenopal for support), sticking her tongue out cutely as if she'd just tripped on a rock instead of come close to fainting. ] Gosh, I feel so clumsy.


III. wildcard + closed starters

( feel free to reach out to me on plurk lunarians or in the discord if you'd like to do something aftermath flavored that doesn't fit into these! i'm ofc also open to communions for any pleroma that wanna do aftermath stuff, since it's not likely misa will be up and about in godsblood for long. anywho, i'll be putting closed starters below! )

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✦ closed to AMOS

[lifespanned]

[ When Misa's eyes finally flutter open in the temporary housing for the Kenoma within Godsblood, she remembers that they failed.

She saw it— the Pleroma getting away, Ciel rushing to her side instead of going after them. In the heat of the moment, she'd honestly tried to focus on the pain of her injuries and the fear she felt having them tended to rather than think deeply about what the repercussions of their failure might be. It hadn't mattered much, anyhow— the severe bloodloss she experienced as a result of her injuries knocked her unconscious soon enough, and that way she has stayed for the majority of being brought here, aside from short, delirious moments where she opened her eyes briefly.

But now, she's waking up. As she comes awake, she registers that she's in a room, laying down - and that it doesn't feel like she can move much, not immediately. Before she can think rationally, a bolt of sheer, icy panic runs through her, probably immediately noticeable to Amos wherever he is within their shared lodgings through their Legacy - but this isn't her first rodeo with waking up in an unfamiliar room after passing out. It's not the ship they came on, and it's not the Citadel or the prison, so alarm bells go off before she can stop them. Misa tries to turn her head to look about the room, but before she gets a good look, the pain in her right shoulder screams at her from the movement, and she snaps her eyes shut again in a gasp, writhing what little amount she can from the pain. ]

Ow....

[ She's so caught up in her own ordeal that she fails to revisit her attempt to figure out where she is (or more importantly, who else might be in this room.) ]

[baltimores]

[ That spike of panic feels like he's been stabbed.

Amos gasps sharply as it runs through him, in the split second between when he feels it and when he can identify the source. Of course it wasn't his own. Panic doesn't come naturally to him, and this isn't anything like the last time he's felt it—

Over the course of the not-even-past-week, he has lost two fingers, he has nearly bled out (in hindsight, yeah, that would've been a moment of his own panic), he has been bruised and beaten all over, and he has failed. This is the first real day of rest he is getting since all of that started, and there is a heaviness to his body that cries out that he needs it, he needs it, he needs it.

He's been in and out of it all day and then some, but the knowledge that Misa's there with him and in pain has shocked his senses back to alertness.

For as little as he can actually do, and that's just compounding his frustrations. He does his best to beat them back, remove the agitation from his voice when he speaks. Let it come out soft and natural, like normal. ]

Hey. [ He's mostly succeeding, actually. ] What's wrong?

[ Because this is the quiet part, and she shouldn't be panicked. For better or worse (worse), it's over.

He doesn't think he can get up from where he lies on the other side of the room. Doesn't really want to try. All they can share now are words and an empathic connection, and for Amos' own exhaustion, he does his best to be a steadying, calm, frustrated presence. Anything else wouldn't help. ]

[lifespanned]

[ Like a caged animal, Misa cracks open an eye to look fearfully about the room, even after hearing Amos's voice. Come to think of it, if she and Amos were ever caught in a terrible situation, she's sure he would be calm as usual (or would at least try to be) - she's grown used to the practical, detached way he faces things. So even his evened response doesn't convince her things are immediately okay. ]

Amos? Where are we....?

[ Her throat is dry, scratchy, hoarse from long sleep, unlike her usual sweet and melodious tone. She's still on edge, evident not only through their connection, but through her body language, too - how she curls up as close as she can to the wall, and how she (pretty foolishly) struggles to try to sit up despite two of her limbs being in states that are not conducive to movement. She looks pale, and clammy, from the lingering effects of blood loss, her motions shaky and lacking any semblance of grace.

But when she's finally able to assess the situation visually, she can see they're in a small room — presumably still in Godsblood? How long has she been asleep? What about the envoy? Where is Ciel, Emet, Gray, the rest of their teammates? She'd never even been able to find out what had happened to everyone inside the building, nor even what had happened to her partner, Howl. The questions and confusion begin to pile onto her, and her brow furrows out of genuine worry, so much so that she's not even beginning to assess the state she and Amos themselves are in. ]

Why are we still...

[ Here, she would say, but trails off, cut off by the cacophony of disorienting questions in her head. ]

✦ closed to EUSTACE

[lifespanned]

[ Misa stays holed up in her room for longer than a day after the Godsblood envoy returns to Achamoth, the only ones coming in or out of the room being servants, or the occasional visitor. Still, even if she ventures out, it's never for long, as she can't stand to walk for any considerable amount of distance with the soreness and rawness of the wound in her leg.

It's more than the injury that keeps her there. It's what she saw - a sight so similar to what had happened to her parents, right in front of her, a second time. She hadn't expected to feel anything, seeing people bleed or die. In Tokyo, she'd seen that after her parents died with no problems - with less of a reaction than a flinch. So why is it bothering her so much now?

There's really only one person who she thinks may have an answer for her, and it takes little deliberation for her to reach out to him. She'd felt disappointed, when she saw that Eustace had been given a different assignment than she had, too - and with the exhausted state she arrived back in Achamoth in, she hasn't even had a chance to see how Eustace is doing at all. Her own selfish reasons for calling out to him aside, she worries how he's faring - how anyone in Venera fared, for that matter.

He'll feel the push her of her Communion sooner or later, her voice's usual force tempered greatly by her lack of energy. ]

Eustace, can you come to my room? Pretty please?

[ Genuinely hurt and exhausted as she is, she still maintains a semblance of her typical level of dramatics - though with likely everyone in the Citadel struck down in some way, perhaps the seriousness of her request is made more obvious. ]

I need help. And I don't like asking the servants to do it...

[lockedon]

[ He's exhausted.

Between being skewered physically (by Dex), psychically (by the Innocence entity), and mentally (by the sight of Gen bloodied and armless in that quaint Venera church), there isn't much left of him that hasn't been bashed into small pieces. He feels like he could sleep for a week straight—except that when he tries, he's haunted by the memories of all he's seen, all he's felt.

Misa's call comes as a welcome distraction, and he answers quickly, grabbing his shard without hesitation even as he stands abruptly from his seat in his own room. ]

Sure. I'll be right there. Do you need me to bring anything?

[ He'll pick up whatever she asks of him without question, knocking on her door and waiting for her reply before he pushes it open.

He looks...well, not in great shape, but probably better than the rest of them even with dark smears under his eyes. After all, he's not missing any limbs or fingers, and the one scar gashed across his abdomen is largely healed and hidden under layers of clothes. All and all, he looks about the same, except for one thing: his usual Kenoma aura, usually the same shade and intensity as Misa's, is noticeably lighter now, indicative of a lower tier. ]

What did you need?

[lifespanned]

[ When Eustace comes in, Misa is carefully laying on her stomach in the center of her bed, hair down and slightly messy - but her eyes brighten up when she sees him, glad to see he's in one piece. Even if she has her questions about the exact state he's in... it's a relief to see her friend.

Luckily, she hasn't made any outlandish requests for him to bring her anything - she'd politely refused when he asked, apparently content with just his company. And when he steps into her room proper, she (somewhat awkwardly) pushes herself up with her left arm, gingerly and very carefully moving herself to kneel. ]

Oh, I need help putting a new bandage on...

[ She answers honestly, if not a bit meekly. It's not that she's embarrassed about needing help, but she does find it a little humiliating how an injury like this had been enough to take her out. Prior to coming to Horos, of course, this wouldn't be the case— what normal person would be ashamed of enduring being shot twice? — but now that she's seen what other people endure... she can't help but feel like she's falling behind. In any case, she looks over her right shoulder a bit for emphasis— Eustace will see that there's a pad of gauze strapped there to the back of her shoulder by strips of cloth bandage, not marked with blood, but still clearly not meant to be taken off permanently, based on the gentle, nervous movements that Misa makes to avoid moving the muscles beneath there much. ]

I can't reach it on my own... sorry to make you come here for something so dumb.

[ And for once, her apology actually seems genuine; she's sure Eustace is dealing with a lot... but she couldn't help it, she didn't want anyone else's help. On the nightstand, there's a number of gauze pads that had been left there by servants— presumably so they'd be there whenever the retainers that walk the Citadel halls could use them if they checked on her. ]

ii.

[vapour]

[ Although Childe had been worried about Misa, he didn't bother her until she came around herself. Of course he notices the small signs she's still not herself, including the more physical obvious ones. Nevertheless, he goes along with her and plays the part to help keep her mind off things, imagining no matter what state of mind one is usually capable of that she's still going to need time to decompress both from the situation itself as well as what happened to her specifically.

While he pauses and allows her to lean/cling to him for support he'll after a moment shift to sweep her off her feet and pick her up bridal style with a light hum. ]

—Yeah, you're pretty clumsy today. Where's my graceful Misa? We'll fix it, though. [ there's no reason to out her, even if it's obvious to even people who don't know her that something is wrong. ]

All right, princess, I've got an idea. Let's take you to whatever Acamoth calls a spa. You deserve one after all the hard work you've done, my treat. [ yeah, he'll even join her in the activities if that makes her happy. He's a big brother, afterall, and he knows how to deal with teenage girls when they don't have anyone of similar age or of the same sex around to indulge with. ]

What do you think? My little sister loved going there when she would come to the city, since our small fishing village doesn't have those luxuries. [ regardless they are moving forward and anyone who glances their way for a second too long gets a steely eyes glare from Childe that moves them along. ]

After the spa, if you're still feeling clumsy, you can get a piggyback since it's a little crowded and you might trip again. We'll go shopping for a new outfit or two.

[lifespanned]

[ She's surprised to picked up so easily - obvious in a quiet little oh! she breathes out, mostly to herself - though ultimately, she doesn't protest. It'll be much easier if she doesn't have to walk... and, well, she's not gonna say no if Childe is offering to do the hard work of moving about. Moreover, she's more comforted and pleased than she'll verbally admit that her companion so easily smoothed over her bout of weakness - a more genuine smile makes its way to her face swiftly as a result of his compassion. ]

Oh, so you have a little sister? That explains things.

[ Being sensitive to a girl's feelings, not minding tagging along with her to things like the spa or shopping. Affectionately, she wraps her good arm around his shoulders to stay balanced, pressing her cheek to his shoulder. ]

If you really don't mind, then, I think it would be nice... [ She'll feel more herself, she's sure, if she does something that's relaxing. ] You know, you might find you enjoy those things too, if you've never gotten to do them. It's great fun to get a massage or sit in a sauna. Didn't you ever join in with your sister?

[vapour]

[ he nods, smiling (and very glad she's smiling, too.) ] Funny you should mention that. I've tried it maybe once, but I admit I was really distracted because I was trying to keep Tonia happy but not slack off on my job at the time. That one time was when Ekaterina was ill and she couldn't go with her, instead but she'd come all the way from our small village and I didn't want her disappointed.

[ his smile widens into a grin now. ] I'm willing to try these things out again, though! Besides, if those sorts of things can destress you girls, then us guys should definitely be able to enjoy them. [ Childe has long ago decided that the female sex is far more stressed than their counterparts. ]

Have you been anywhere in particular here that you want to go back to? Or should we just wing it and go to the fanciest looking place we come across?

i

[galdorleod]

[ Howl was there when Misa was injured. He left her behind on the roof to pursue Akua, and while he managed to take her out, he lost her Shard before even making it back to the jail — only to find that they'd already lost. Akua's diversion had paid off and he did not even have a Pleroma Shard to offer to the Regent to mitigate his failure.

But the largest source of guilt is Misa. Part of the reason Howl paired up with her was to protect her. That, too, was another failure, and while it was technically less impactful than the greater failure they had all committed together, it stings more than failing the Regent. When Howl does not see Misa around the Citadel in the day following everyone's return, he starts to worry. And he can't help but reaching out. ]

I apologize. I've been worried about you, that's all.

[ Howl's mental 'voice' is soft, like he's still exhausted, although that's not entirely it either. ]

[lifespanned]

[ Funnily enough, she very quickly drops the tired and annoyed persona as soon as she actually hears Howl on the line. She's been so tired, she hasn't even really been registering who's trying to contact her - it's only in the moment that she realizes who she's talking to. ]

Howl! Oh, sorry. I'm glad to hear from you...

[ The relief in her voice is genuine, despite her prior grousing— at the end of the week they'd had in Godsblood, she had never ended up finding out what had happened to him. Her face-off against Caitlyn, and the ensuing injuries, had effectively taken her out of commission - to the point that she truly and honestly had little knowledge of what had become of most of the Kenoma that were on the mission, or how badly anyone was hurt.

And, beside that..... there's guilt on her end, too - because she wasn't very helpful to him in the end, was she? There had been a bitter sense of personal failure, when she hadn't been able to endure more, hadn't been able to stay by his side. Glad as she had been to be partnered with him, she feels she let him down right when the moment mattered most. ]

I've been worried about you too, you know. I've just been too tired to act on it... so don't go thinking I was ignoring you.

[ Which is true, she really has been asleep for the majority of her time back in Achamoth. But this is more important than rest, at present. ]

[galdorleod]

[ A reverb of relief flows through their connection as Misa speaks. And to feel the relief that she has upon hearing from him... it's something he does not deserve, considering what happened, but he'll quietly, selfishly treasure it anyway. She isn't mad at him, and that's as much as he'd hoped for.

Laying back on his own bed, he holds his Shard in front of him and 'speaks' to her without speaking aloud. ]

How are you feeling? [ The message, half words and half feelings, feels sluggish but earnest. He's still recovering too, but he's glad to finally talk to her. ] I know we'll all make a full recovery with enough time, but... are you in pain?

ii

[epiprocta]

[ Misa might have be surprised when she invites (or rather, voluntells) Gen to accompany her on an excursion -- this time, Gen only regards her in weary silence for a moment before giving a half-hearted shrug and a muttered 'fine' in response. None of his usual bitching or griping or sighing before he let himself get dragged along. Just that quiet acquiescence before he lets Misa lead the way out of the Citadel's familiar corridors towards the bustle of Achamoth.

Because, in this moment, if there's anything at all that will help him keep his mind off of what had happened in Venera and, more importantly, what's happening in the Citadel as they speak, he'll take it.

So even when they've barely left the Citadel grounds before Misa suddenly stumbles into his side, Gen has no shitty retort to give. He does heave a brief sigh, but he only looks around for a moment before grabbing a hand at Misa's shoulder and herding her in a certain direction. Towards a streetside bench, she might realize if she looks up. ]

Sit.

[ Yeah he's just gonna call her out straight up. ]

You look like shit. If you fall over or something I can't -- [ A pause. Then Gen roughly pushes her to take a seat before finishing. ] -- I'm not about to carry you around, so.

[ To be fair, he probably can still carry her. Even with just one arm, his other sleeve hanging conspicuously empty at his side. It's just that, like a hypocrite, he doesn't want to acknowledge it just yet, even as he tactlessly points out Misa's own poor condition. ]

[lifespanned]

"Look like shit?" You're so mean...

[ This is so insulting? She whines, looking and feeling very offended at his blunt (and by her measure, cruel) description. Even so, she has little say in the matter of being man handled into the bench, with Gen's combined advantage in strength (even one armed) and in her increased weakness from her ailments.

It comes too easily to her, to fall back into this familiar rhythm - even if the circumstances are strange (stranger than ever, she'd argue), they're so strange, that she doesn't even know how to address the massive elephant in the room that the two of them, two relatively normal teens, have finally been irreversibly caught up in this cosmic war. The evidence on him is obvious, and jarring, but even Misa isn't stupid enough to ask about it - moreover, she genuinely and honestly doesn't want to upset him a second time like she has in the past. Not now, at least.

That's why she dragged him out here to begin with, thinking that based on that subdued acceptance he'd shown her, they could pretend for a little while that things were as they were before. She keeps that little slip up of his words in her back pocket, but doesn't act on it quite yet. ]

Why are you always assuming I'm gonna fall over and stuff? [ Never mind that she literally almost just fell over?? ] You've been saying that to me since the boat to Achamoth, you stupid jerk. And my leg still hurts, just for your information...

[ Though not seriously enough to cause her severe pain— she only brings up the fact to make him feel guilty for shoving her around. All woe-is-me like, she presses the heel of her palm into the meat of her left thigh, as if rubbing out a cramp. ]

[epiprocta]

[ At that, Gen frowns, looking exasperated. ]

I didn't mean it like that, dumbass. [ Ugh. Why are girls such a pain at times. He huffs a quick exhale before continuing, though he does at least look away as he rubs a hand at the back of his neck, looking a touch awkward. ] I mean you're obviously not feeling right. You think I give a shit you didn't do your makeup or whatever? You look fine. But that's not what I was talking about.

[ Truth be told, the fact that Misa is looking so plain does bother him -- not because he particularly cares if she looks cute or not, but simply because it's a stark indicator of how wrong things feel right now. The only other time he's seen Misa look so disheveled is when they were searching for Amos, back then after their first assignment to Venera, and even then it hadn't been quite this bad.

... things really escalated this time, didn't they.

Gen sighs again as he keeps his gaze trained aside for a moment longer, then looks to Misa just so he can state, ]

I'm gonna get something to drink. Stay there.

[ 'Stay there,' he says, like he's ordering around a dog??? Rude. But at least he's only gone a few moments -- striding over to a streetside stall a short distance away and speaking curtly to the vendor there before skulking back -- and he's bought something for Misa, too. A bottle of some fruity-looking drink that he holds out for her to take. Notably, his own bottle, he'd had to tuck into the crook of his truncated arm after a moment of consideration. ]

C'mon, take it.

A Quick Communion

[superbshot]

[Welcome or not, appreciated or not, Caitlyn does feel a small sense of obligation to confirm that her shots hadn't been fatal. She still didn't know the outcome of the wild final discharge, and she'd not been willing to risk returning just to check and see.

At some point, a few days after the confrontation, Misa will get a familiar communion request. Cait doesn't really expect an answer, but she still believes it to be the right thing to do.]

Hopefully you've been patched up properly. I hope you made it through all of the chaos.

[lifespanned]

[ Truth be told, she's not even sure why she bothers picking up, because for a moment, when she initially recognizes the presence as Caitlyn's... Misa briefly considers not allowing the message through. It could end up being a really annoying gloating message, after all. Misa's a little shocked when she interprets the contents of her communion, though not enough to let down her guard. ]

Feeling bad about what you did to me already, I see. No thanks to you, I happened to survive.

[ Her mental voice over the communion is snooty and uppity, thoroughly and obviously irritated to be having the enemy actually be apparently(?) concerned for her. She's still not completely convinced this isn't some elaborate way to make fun of her, so she remains on the line if only to confirm her suspicion and further her own grudge. ]

a little bit of ii, a little bit of iii...lmk if this doesn't work!

[zauneyete]

[ Misa doesn't as much drag Silco out with her, as much as Silco is just... there. He's always out in Achamoth, mostly in the entertainment district. He lives and breathes it, because it's just that much more similar to the world he knows, that he can't do anything but stay there. Out in the humming, vibrant city -- if he closes his eyes, sometimes, he can feel the chill, and smell the refuse of the sump tubes, and feel like he's where he's meant to be. Today though, he isn't -- it's the shopping district, and what he'd been purchasing is tucked under his arm, neatly wrapped.

He doesn't intend to meet up with Misa, but somehow they end up in the same place, and he doesn't reach out, because that's not what he does, but he doesn't stop her when she leaned against him, either. He does turn, slightly, and tip his head. ]

Too woozy?

[ He asked, eyeing her. Misa will see it, of course, that Silco also has his own changes. The reduction in his attunement is obvious to her, even if he can't see hers at the moment. He doesn't offer for her to sit, but after a moment, he's pulled away, because it's Silco, and of course he has. ]

You're still recovering?

[ He'd heard Godsblood had been...a mess. However... While he'd tried to keep an eye on who came back injured, many of them instinctively hid their injuries or pain. He hadn't been able to tell how severe it was. ]

this is perf!! ✨

[lifespanned]

[ She's grateful Silco doesn't immediately let her fall to the ground— that'd have been embarrassing. More embarrassing than randomly stumbling into him because of a light head - luckily, when he draws back, her dizziness has subsided a bit, and she raises her left arm to press the back of her hand to her forehead. ]

Oh, yeah.... I've been doing better, so I thought I'd be okay walking around.

[ Misa's quick to take initiative and lean her back against the nearest stone wall, letting the bustle of the city pass them by while she tries to catch her breath. The streets are wide in Achamoth— they're not in the way, and no one is paying them any mind, so she finds herself not feeling guilty making the two of them stop for a bit. ]

I never knew losing a lot of blood was such a big hassle. [ She says, much too conversationally for the topic at hand, and she seems rather distracted on top of it, too, pretending to look at others passing by before allowing her gaze to scrutinize that lack of heightened attunement in him. Sheesh, that's a surprise, she finds herself thinking, but she doesn't comment on it, quickly shutting her eyes as if in rest. ] My wounds are better, but I guess I still have a long way to go.

I

[devilmancrybaby]

[ There's a beat of silence from the other side of the door. Then Binghe says, rather huffily: ] Oh good, you're alive.

[lifespanned]

What? Of course I'm alive?

[ Looks like she has enough energy to sound a little peeved through the door? Though, mostly confused. He did say "good," so does that mean he's checking on her...? ]

There aren't rumors about me being dead, are there?

[ ARE THERE? ]

ii.

[subsist]

[ kaeya has no reason to refuse misa when she dragged him out into the city with her. if anything, he's mostly grateful, because this will at least take his mind off certain things. a lot of things. he's also rather curious to know about how the mission of godsblood went so he figures this is hitting two birds with one stone — but all that can wait.

for the time being, they can enjoy themselves, and...

at least, that was the plan until he feels her weight lean against him. his reaction is immediate: he steadies her with his hands and makes sure she doesn't lose her balance. ]

It happens to the best of us, but don't worry. I've got you.

[ despite looking tired and weary, with bandages peaking underneath his clothes, he still manages to look more concerned for her well-being. ]

Do you want to find a place to sit? I was thinking we could grab something to eat while we're at it.

[lifespanned]

[ Since he doesn't show outright annoyance (not that this would have deterred her much, anyway), she continues leaning against him while she gains her bearings, grateful that he handles her folly with grace. ]

Oh, good idea. I guess we can always play afterwards...

[ Which had been her intention: play around in the city and forget about everything, right? But she can work with what she's given. For the sake of her own balance, she loops her arm with his, eyes peeking over to check for any obvious signs of an injury before she goes hugging on too tight. She can see the tell-tale edges of those bandages, after all. ]

I know, do you like sweets...? There's a good bakery around here that Eustace showed me before.

✦ closed to EMET-SELCH, early firaseri

[lifespanned]

[ Misa discovers her own new little talent completely by accident.

... If it can be called that. To be honest, it doesn't register to her as a new ability at all at first— all she knows is that she tried to pick up one of her various trinkets in her room, growing slightly frustrated with rearranging things, and boom, next thing she knew, it'd practically blown up in her hands. Mercifully, her mind doesn't immediately go towards the possibility that a bomb had been planted in her room (isn't this place a little medieval for that?), but rather to magic, instead. Maybe she's been inflicted with some kind of curse....

Anyway, she's very carefully making her ways through the Citadel halls, hoping she either runs into someone who knows what they're doing about magic, or that she can make it all the way to the training ground to see if she could make the magic wear off by... she doesn't know. Trying to wear the curse out? She's walking rather quickly down the lower halls of the Citadel, hands held suspiciously far apart and in front of her, when she nearly crosses paths with Emet-Selch. At present, nothing looks off about her hands, which makes the display seem all the stranger. ]

Woah— stay back!!

[ That's the most important thing to get out of the way. Stopping her gait, she tries to keep an even distance between them - she'll even walk backwards for a bit if he keeps advancing. ]

I, um— actually need your help! But you have to keep your distance, okay? And please don't walk off!!

[lachtara]

[ Emet-Selch roams the halls of the citadel that particular morning while he does his best to evade the servants. He has a cup of tea in hand - delivered shortly before by one of his attending retainers.

Of course, it seems that much in the Citadel can't stay 'normal' for long. As he rounds a corner to head down one of the corridors, he can't help but arch an eyebrow as the young girl walks toward him. Her hands are held out as though she were pantomiming the undead. Quite frankly, he wouldn't have even asked if she didn't plea with him from afar not to come closer.

So he stops walking and observes, clearly unbothered by it all. Then, Emet-Selch shrugs. ]

Oh, fine. Consider my curiosity piqued.

[ He takes a sip of tea. ]

What is it that you need my help with?