Lord's Rest Inn

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*Cut for Alaric.*

 His grip is nearly crushing, though his eyes remain kind.

 “I don’t exactly have a job, and ya seem like the kind o’ good person who might need some help. If you’ll take it.”

 He winces, pulling his hand back, "Yeesh, tough grip"

"Well, I think that's kind of you. I don't work anywhere, I just help out around the town"

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Samaritan is humming to himself as he dives vegetables for a salad he plans to make. Mixed together with romanie and cubed horned viper meat, he places the vegetables in. 

Angél, for those with true sight, is over by the grave of Felix. He seems to be pacing a bit, thinking to himself. He appears to be in spectral form, a owl-shaped mass of cosmic stars and galaxies.

Stroth is curled up in the sofa, still depressed as anything. She has barely moved, eaten, drank, or did anything.

*a SECOND double rio*

Riotan walks over with his knife, looking to help.

Thirteen walks over, curious. "Are you a starlight apparition?"

Riotan sits down beside her heavily.

 Samaritan hands him two bell peppers "Look at you, helpful and all that." He smiles. 

Angél shakes it's head "No no, nothing that lovely.. no, this is just what my spirit looks like." He explains. 

Stroth looks up at him. Her entire body, since she was ripped apart, is much different than what he remembers. She is pure gold, her skin, her hair, even her tears she cries. 

Rio starts chopping quickly. "I'm glad to help you!"

"Ah. How did you die?"

"...I can restore it, you know."

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 "I haven't dug up my own body yet, but I will soon. This one is... a loaner. The guy I got it from is waiting to get it back." He picks up the shovel again and gets back to digging. "I hope I haven't rotted all that much."

"I-it's only been a couple days. Probably not much, considering you weren't embalmed and all the blood stuff would be fixed once your heart restarts. At least, I-I think..."

 "C'mon. Get diggin'." He grabs a spare shovel and tosses it over. "I'm worried about Rag and Ichigo. They aren't as... put-together as you."

Mauric grabs it and starts shoveling. "I know. But since you're back, they'll be for the better. I hope."

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*Cut for Jobah.*

 His hands tremble as he looks down “I… wasn’t strong enough… we lost our child while fightin’ the Brand…”

 “What a kind patron you are, aren’t you.” He says sarcastically, chuckling “I haven’t had something for my back in ages anyway.”

 “Not inherently. I simply carve some runes into the glass, and it became formidable enough to hold a god.”

"your... child...?"

Rio stretches and sighs. "So, how you doing?"

"Ah. You are a rune knight?"

 He sighs, “She… was pregnant. Now she’s not, and you don’t see a little one, do you?” He says, sticking a wad of blood to the ground.

 “Doing good, life is finally staying good.” He says, offering to buy them a drink.

 “No, but I understand the principle of the magic required.”

Riotan looks horrified. "I..."

"Wonderful! And I'm alright, but thanks for offering."

"Ah. What were the means utilized for it?"

 He shakes his head, beginning to punch again “Don’t be sorry… it’s my fault…”

 “Good to hear you’re at least doing alright. Thank you for all this by the way, I’ll need to pay you back somehow.”

 “I’ve learned to use magic from most groups or peoples, you understand?”

Rio quickly rips the tree from the ground and tosses it aside. "Stop..."

"I look out for my followers."

"I do. I've learned my schools of magic in planar-native situations."

 He looks to Riotan, and is a second away from throwing a punch at him before putting his hands to his head, forcing down tears “I just… I…” He doesn’t have anything to say.

 “Sure, but I’ll still find a way to pay you back. Do you need anyone dead?”

 “I learned mine traveling across the world and looking for ways to save my idiotic brother.”

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Samaritan is humming to himself as he dives vegetables for a salad he plans to make. Mixed together with romanie and cubed horned viper meat, he places the vegetables in. 

Angél, for those with true sight, is over by the grave of Felix. He seems to be pacing a bit, thinking to himself. He appears to be in spectral form, a owl-shaped mass of cosmic stars and galaxies.

Stroth is curled up in the sofa, still depressed as anything. She has barely moved, eaten, drank, or did anything.

*a SECOND double rio*

Riotan walks over with his knife, looking to help.

Thirteen walks over, curious. "Are you a starlight apparition?"

Riotan sits down beside her heavily.

 Samaritan hands him two bell peppers "Look at you, helpful and all that." He smiles. 

Angél shakes it's head "No no, nothing that lovely.. no, this is just what my spirit looks like." He explains. 

Stroth looks up at him. Her entire body, since she was ripped apart, is much different than what he remembers. She is pure gold, her skin, her hair, even her tears she cries. 

Rio starts chopping quickly. "I'm glad to help you!"

"Ah. How did you die?"

"...I can restore it, you know."

 "How are you feeling?" He asks, dicing tomatoes.

"I didn't die." He explained "I simply gave up my body so another soul could use it for a time."

".. You can?" She blinks, her tone is shaky, broken.

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*Cut for Wendi.*

 “Yes, mourning him, and when I get sad, I get mad.” He takes a long deep breath, his hands tightly balled into fists.

 “I couldn’t live without ya, when ya got ripped in half I thought I lost everythin’ I had ta keep livin’. I don’t care if yer blamin’ yerself, I love you.” He says, looking down to his quivering bloody hands.

 "Do you want to take it out on me?" He asks, tilting his heads "I can't get hurt, I heal extremely fast, and it won't affect me."

She sobs a bit, hugging him tightly. 

 He looks up to him “I would kill you. I don’t want to kill you.” He says, his voice full of finality, as if he knows this as a fact rather than an assumption.

 He hugs her back with all the strength he has, crying a bit himself.