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Arya had heard of the band of the red hand at one point and how they had never lost a fight which got her to thinking about things. While she wanted to be the one that drove her blade through the hearts of the people on her list she could see the appeal of back up. She could also see the appeal of being a member of a band with such a reputation perhaps people would think twice about crossing her. All she needed to do was track them down and convince their leader that she would be an asset to their troop. It wasn't like she was without any skills after all.

It had taken her some time, but eventually the lost daughter of House Stark had found them. It was hard to keep herself steady as she approached the camp trying not to bring too much attention to herself as she looked around. Quiet as a shadow. There wasn't a reason to fear them that she was aware of because if they were cruel to children or even women usually there was a warning about associating with them. Calm as still water. Pausing in front of a tent that she was guessing was the leader of the band she took a breath before poking her head in to speak with them. "Hello? Is anyone here?"

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it seems everyone in the capital knows each other. she's heard whispers of who m.at cauthon is, though she hasn't quite grasped the full story. it doesn't matter to her. what does a full story matter when she'll be dead in the arena in just a few days? former victor, lover of some celebrity, or nobody at all, johanna doesn't understand why he's talking to her. capital or as she'd heard gossiped about, district even, he has no reason to be conversing with her at this silly party in the silly capital.

❝ it's difficult to provide them a good show when they've dressed me in something suffocating. ❞ her snappish response is awfully out-of-character for her and despite all of her frustration ( and this awful dress ), guilt settles in her chest. besides, her name wasn't drawn for the reaping. johanna volunteered. ❝ my apologizes. i didn't mean to . . . i haven't been myself these past few days. ❞ a silent sigh huffed to herself. ❝ are you a mentor, sir? is that how you know so much about all this? ❞

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"If you wanna stay, y'gotta pay."

"I just made that up, right here right now, but it rhymes, so it's true."

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“You’re alive, which is at times the best that one can do,” Halsin said, handing over a cup of tea that he had made. While battles were not far away from the Emerald Grove, he was not closing the door on anyone that might need a helping hand. No matter how much Kagha might have been complaining.

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"What happened?" her gentle hands urged her newest patient down to the nearest chair. "Is this all your blood?" she questioned, her expert eyes scanning for the cause of the injury. Surely, with this much blood, it must be a head wound? "Stay still."

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The pull of the magic that Eve felt was far different than any that she was used to, and yet it pulled her in a way that only magic could. Deep down, she knew she probably shouldn't have touched the runes in the caves, especially with the AURA they were emitting, but now this: now she was displaced, and it did not feel the same at all, even though it was also a cave.

Venturing out a little, she knew she wasn't in Faerun anymore, especially given how the buildings off in the distance looked. There were roads that were paved and there were far less trees, and a little bit of panic started to rise up inside of her but she couldn't let that win. Eve needed her wits about her: especially when she saw someone else looked as out of it as she was.

"...are you alright?"

They had been silent the entire ride on the train and Rand wasn't sure how to break it. There was sometimes a melancholic look in Mat's eyes and he was attempting to discern it. The look was studious, thoughtful, contemplative, even searching. He wanted to ask but how did one delve into someone else's motives and thoughts when they looked at you with memory? So many memories that weighed heavy on his own back. Memories that were his, he had found them the moment that he had locked eyes with Mat when he had opened that door and stepped into his room. That room that had been his home for such a long time. Too long even. He had been sitting there and waiting. They had told him time and time again that he was nearly ready. Then Mat had walked inside and everything had felt like it had come alive again.

Was he ready now?

"You're quiet." He was watching the small prism rock that Mat had found on their way here. He had handed it to him to keep him quiet when they had passed a checkpoint. Rand had told him that he was five years old and Mat had automatically assumed that it meant what he said. He wasn't distracted by pretty rocks or by the sweet candy that Mat had set on his tray. Five years meant a long time when your conscience had been uploaded. He knew exactly what he was but did he know what he had been?

Mat's dark eyes were turned out the window as he watched the passing cities. They would hit another checkpoint soon and Rand would have to shut down everything in the area again, drowning them in the dark once more. That seemed the type of thing that Mat appreciated but he wished that he could give him something more. There was such a haunted look in his eyes. He was meant to heal and Mat was his friend - shouldn't there be a way for him to heal those scars that seemed deeper than skin deep?

Carefully he lowered the rock and turned facing Mat hoping that the movement would catch Mat's attention. "If we just sit here not doing anything then people are going to remember us more than if we're talking." He explained simply. "I can imagine that us two sitting here in complete silence is going to draw too much attention." He nudged him slightly then. "That's the opposite of what you want, isn't it?" - @luckhissoul

"I don't know how to apologize for this." He said, his voice low and full of dreariness as he knelt down in front of the cell so that he could catch Mat's eyes. He swallowed down thickly which looking through the bars and seeing the state that they had thrown him in. He looked forlorn and depleted. Philippe felt an anger swirling inside of him and he wanted to march straight to his brother's rooms and demand answers. He wanted to know what it was that had happened and why it was that he had done this. He and Mat had just gotten back from the trenches and here he was thrown into the prisoner like a common criminal. "I don't know what my brother is thinking doing this." His voice raised and he stood up to pace the length of the cell as he tried to arrange his thoughts. "He will answer for this, I promise you." His breathing had gotten hoarse and he turned around to face the cell, leaning against the bars and looking down at his friend, his comrade. "But…Mat…" his voice broke and regret threaded through him. "…what started this? Did something happen that would make my brother do this?" and he hated even letting the words come from his mouth.

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"There's not a lot of places around town that'll be willing to put up with a stranger in their home," Finley could only do his best to warn. "Look, you can stay here at mine if you want, but it's not going to win you any favors with the people in town. And all I have right now is fish to eat."

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"Is there a reason you're following me? Or do you just happen to be going the exact same way as me for the past 5 blocks..."

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he hesitates on what to say next. hadn't what he had been saying the whole time been clear? he thought so. but apparently he couldn't follow. he lets out an exasperated sigh before lifting his eyes to his face. "you really didn't catch any of that?"

It wasn't that kind of confusion, as his gaze reached to bring an intellectual reassurance of it. Of course, intellectually, especially coming from an early scientist background, he was able to following him down --- it was instead mentally imagine the experience …❝ Not … not that kind of confusion. Intellectually, I follow, I understand what you mean … but mentally, it's like … something I feel like a kid discover it, you see ? ❞ It was main problem with him. Anything related as common normality was something strange, and which was something he was almost curious to know about for hadn't experienced it himself. ❝ With my shitty life, everything else is something more better than how messy my own experience is … even it's seems strange ... ❞

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What was the best way to go about this? He had clearly seen her at the scene of that accident where he had his brush with Death and found her. Luna tucked a strand of her brown hair behind her ear as she looked him over trying to decide if she would deny or not. There was few souls that Zane had collected at that accident and Mat was almost one of them if he hadn't stopped when he did. She took a breath thinking through her story surely he didn't see her step out of the car with the grim reaper of all people. It was a risk all the time of being caught when she chose to go out on the jobs with Zane anyways.

"I don't know what you think you saw, but I've never seen you before you came up to me and started talking a few days ago. Are you feeling okay? You're starting to sound like you need some rest or something." She felt so bad for doing this to him, but she couldn't risk Zane's position by telling him the truth until she knew she could fully trust him. So for now she would entertain him to an extent and feel bad that she might make him believe his sanity was fraying. "I know that we've not been talking long, Mat, but as someone that might be your friend I worry that you're still thinking about that day. You didn't die. I know it might have changed you, but it's not healthy to obsess over it."

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"this might be the most fun i've had in ages, darling."

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“Oh come on,” Shanks said, shaking his head but the amusement not leaving his face as he reached into the collection of drinks that the crew had managed to buy up at the last inhabited island they had been to. “There’s no reason not to enjoy yourself.”

"How bad can it be?" ~ @luckhissoul

» “ very! it can be very bad! why is it that people think that dangerous things won’t end badly? ”