PC WITH HARROWHAWK

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W0 SUNDAY POST EXECUTION

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[Lava, huh?]

[Well, might as well unwind in the common room. Whenever Harrow enters, Douman is at the bar counter. There's no drink in their hand, they just seem to be perusing what's available.]

[When they hear her come in, they look over their shoulder.]

Hm. Harrow. Are you a drinker?

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Not particularly, I'm afraid. But I'd be happy to share a drink with you. What are you drinking?

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Nothing yet. I'm still trying things out, myself. There was a nice rice wine that Qingxuan shared with me the other day...

Though if you want some non-alcoholic options, they have those as well.

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. . . Perhaps I'll prepare myself a tea, then.

[She'll get to work on that.]

Are you well? It has been a difficult few days.

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Mmm. Well, it would be an understatement to say that things could be better.

[You know, murder and nine hour trials and all.]

But this humble priest is doing alright, for the most part. And you?

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I'm all right. It isn't the first death I've seen, and it won't be the last. I've given the last rites to every member of my House who's passed. We view life and death differently, I suppose.

[She stirs her tea and sits, waiting for him.]

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[He nods at that.]

I'm not as broken up about the whole thing myself, admittedly. It is a tragedy, yes, but...like you, I deal with the dead on a fairly regular basis. Ahaha, Akimitsu-dono aside.

[And he will move to pour some tea for himself, as well, sitting back down with a light huff.]

One just wonders if this will be a regular occurrence, or not.

W1 POST CYOA

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[This is all a lot of...something, alright. People showing up covered in gore and viscera, injured, from...god knows where. Douman approaches Harrow, eyebrows creased upwards in concern.]

...Better, now?

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[Shall we say this is medbay? If so, she's sort of huddled in a corner, and has been cleaned up of her gore, sadly]

. . . Much, yes.

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That's good.

[Just moving to squat down.]

Did you find what you were looking for?

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[Oh, right. She's curled up around a two-handed sword. She shoots him a wary look, but nods.]

I did. Why are you here?

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Because I obviously should be having tea somewhere ever so calmly while several of you have just shown up out of the blue covered in blood and gore, hm!

[And a laugh.]

But really. This is a surprising turn of events. One can't help but be worried as to what happened.

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[Hmm. So he wants information, then? Her lips are a little thin, but. . . she'll answer.]

We were suddenly transported somewhere else. I haven't had the opportunity to talk to an Avatar about it yet, so I couldn't say how or why. The blood was not mine.

W2 MEMSHARE

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[Hey, look, its a clown!]

[Its a clown who, upon seeing Harrow where they are in the kitchen, instantly turn around. It just seems like they were enjoying some tea, but that reaction and the way they quickly sip at their cup makes one think they're in a hurry.]

...Apologies, apologies. I will be out of here shortly and out of your hair.

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[Harrow is just coming into the kitchen to eat a single saltine cracker, it's fine. She stares at them when they quickly sip their tea.]

You. . . need not rush on my account. I will eat in my quarters.

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...It's fine.

[Their voice is quiet.]

Its not about you. I simply...do not wish to be around others.

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. . . Understood.

[There's a lot of. Oversharing right now.]

I take no offense - please be on your way.

[And then the thread ended.]

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But of course.

[And the thread ended! And nobody had to experience any memories ever.]




[Except on the way out, Douman being as big as he is, brushes past Harrow - its only a momentary connection, but its enough to start it off.]

[What is noticeable about the scene (watch until he summons the big skeleton) is the ferocity, the animalistic way that Douman's face contorts. My True Name is not worthy to mention! - the memory says, even though the man right here, right now, is going by Ashiya Douman. How odd that is.]

[Douman startles in place as the memory fades, before frowning, deeply. He doesn't say a word.]

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[Girl with the sword is hot, that's the takeaway here. No, she watches Douman give his nasty little speech and then summon a big honkin' skeleton, and honestly, vibes. The vibes aren't great vibes, but they are vibes she recognizes.

But. . . honestly when the memory ends, she crosses her arms across her chest, eyes glinting a little, cold, but - ]

There it is. There is much more to you than the humble priest, is there not?

[. . .]

There is much I could ask you about, but I find it distasteful pry into the affairs of others merely to satisfy my own curiosity.

[After a moment, though.]

I liked the skeleton.

w3; monday

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[It's not like she's been subtle about his dislike and distrust of Douman, but she's tried to be pragmatic - this is a dangerous place, full of dangerous people, and it's a bad idea to openly make enemies with one of the people she suspects to be among the more dangerous.

It's hard to care what becomes of you when you feel the pull of despair. It's hard to think anything could touch you when you know yourself to be a genius, dangerous, a predator roaming these halls rather than prey. She's already spent the past few days so angry, trying to find an outlet for it, and now it boils over.

So when she comes upon them in the tea room, little buddy by her side carrying her sword as always, and she and they are alone, she makes a rash decision.

Not so rash that she's doing anything, yet, besides standing in the doorway, arms folded across her chest.]

Hello. The new floors don't entice you?

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Hmmm?

[They're just in the middle of pouring themselves a cup of tea, kneeling in front of the table, when they hear that voice - Douman glances over, eyes alighting on the little buddy, before moving to her. They look a little different today, if only because of the hair tied up in a ponytail.]

Oh, I took a glance at them. I'll take a closer look later...I just wanted some tea for the morning. Do you want some?

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Certainly.

[She will approach, and sit at the table herself.]

I will have whatever you've brewed, without any sugar or milk.

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But of course.

[And they reach for a cup to fill before sliding it over to her.]

It's green tea. Its very soothing.

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You're an obedient priest, aren't you? I do nothing but berate you, but you'll still obey when I bark orders.

[Just taking the cup.]

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[They visibly wince at that.]

Harrow...I do follow the orders of my Master, but that does not mean I'm some kind of mindless lapdog. I'm simply acting in due politeness.