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Sixth.
NIGHTMARE. Riley has been largely absent for the past day; he's needed the time, he's said, to try to sort out what should be done about Darkrai and Cresselia. Whether they can be contacted from a safe distance; whether there's something he can do to ensure that there's no risk to the rest of you. You fall asleep on Friday night. You don't remember deciding to fall asleep on Friday night; perhaps you were in the middle of doing something. Perhaps you were keeping watch over the rest of the group, perhaps you were talking to someone, perhaps you were unable to drift off and sitting up poring over notes or books by flashlight. Perhaps you were already well asleep by the time it happens. Either way, Friday night begins to slip into what's technically Saturday, and that's when you drop off. And you are, quite literally, falling. The sensation is a strong one, somehing that disorients you almost immediately, the sort of thing that happens in dreams only to be accompanied by a hypnic jerk that wakes you up safely in your bed, only that moment of awakening never comes. The landing isn't a hard one, however, wherever you've ended up; it's one you're aware of, but not one that hurts you in any way, there's no physical pain. There's only you, and the ground, and the absolute darkness surrounding you. You should get up. Get your bearings. The darkness won't last long, but what it reveals to you when it breaks might not be as welcome as you might think it is... |
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[It wasn't a warning quite as such, but sharp enough to be sure she was grounded in some semblance of reality.]
Remember--don't do anything carelessly. I'm trusting you at my side if this goes badly, but we can't punch a god no matter how much it's deserved.
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That actually seems to jolt Camilla rather effectively, on some level, actually, even if she's still just jittering something fierce. The anger isn't quite dying down but god if she doesn't want to just kill something still--]
I can't let something like this stand, Ignis. I've fought for too long to let some--some hideous thing take my own brother from me.
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Trust me.
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[It takes a moment after that, and it's clear she's not calming after taking that moment and looking at Xander again. All Camilla can do is grit her teeth at this point. She's so mad, so angry and borderline despondent that she just looks away, practically ashamed and angry at it all.]
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...Very well.
[She can at least do that much. Even if that anger starts to ebb out a bit and she keeps her look firmly away, she's willing to put her trust into him for that much.]
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