scawwy pcs: lucas

[drymonster]

onceler???????

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[drymonster]

[ he can be at the beach for a bit before curfew! he looks... better, in that he's cleaned up and not in bloody clothes anymore, and it doesn't seem like he has any serious injuries. he has a bandage around one hand, and while it might be hard to tell with the perpetual sunset giving everything a rosy tint, his skin is still deathly pale and bordering on grey. ]

[faithkept]

[At least he doesn't look as raggedy as some of this crew, but it's clear just by demeanor that they're all having a bad time. Vanishing into the meat dimension only to come back changed......

Lucas approaches carefully, a little pinch of concern in his expression.]

...Hello, dear. Is there anything that I can get you? Water, food, a blanket...?

[drymonster]

Oh...

[ he still startles slightly despite the carefulness, and though he smiles, it looks a little uncomfortable. ]

Um, I think I'm okay, but thanks! [ ... ] I mean, unless you already have any of those things on you, haha.

[faithkept]

[Meanwhile his ass just looks Concerned. Yall... The things he's heard are wild...]

I don't, but it would be an easy matter to go back to a house and fetch them. ...I assume your injuries have already been tended to, at least?

[drymonster]

[ no it's fine he just didn't want to be rude and reject the offer if lucas was literally standing there with a blanket or something.

he nods, holding up his bandaged hand. ]

Daan-san helped me out. I didn't have that many injuries anyway.

[faithkept]

[Glancing at his lil bandaged hand and nodding. Thank god for Daan. If he dies they are going to be so screwed please they already lost Nona.]

...What happened to you, exactly...?

[drymonster]

...Short version is we got lost in the fog and ended up in what I think was a different world, and had to fight this necromancer who wanted to use one of us as a vessel to escape.

[ this is an insanely abridged version actually ]

[faithkept]

[THIS IS SO INSANELY ABRIDGED THAT IT'S NONSENSICAL. But he doesn't question it because this whole place runs on bullshit magic that makes no sense to him.]

Geto mentioned the... necromancer. [GROSS AND WEIRD.] ...He also mentioned that most of you were separated?

[drymonster]

[ SOMETIMES YOU DON'T LIKE TELLING PEOPLE ABOUT THINGS THAT HAPPEN TO YOU SO YOU TRY TO SPEED THROUGH WITH AS FEW DETAILS AS POSSIBLE ]

...We were, yeah. For a long time. She was trying to wear us down so we'd be willing to make a bargain with her, I think.

[faithkept]

[FAIR HONESTLY HE'D DO THE SAME. Also this sounds exhausting. And confusing. His brow furrows.]

And yet, you were only gone for a short time here... Just yesterday we had that horrible soup.

[TIME BULLSHIT IS SO TIRING.]

You were able to defeat her?

[drymonster]

[ YEAH IT'S DISORIENTING AS HELL ]

God, that soup. Yeah, that was like, two months ago? Something like that.

[ rubs his forehead... ]

We did. Destroyed the item that she was getting her power from and everything.

[ "and everything" meaning "and stabbed her" but he doesn't know if he should say that. ]

[faithkept]

[Just keeping the stabs a secret... He nods, though, understanding. Life's exhausting! Especially when you're just launched into the necromancy void for two months apparently!]

...I'm sorry that you had to go through such a thing. As if being here isn't enough of a punishment.

[He's so mad at the concept of CYOAs.]