Lord's Rest Inn

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Mother Misery is writing something in a journal, its pages stained with black tears.

 Darius decides to walk over, or more accurately, limp over to them. Sitting down next to them, smiling softly “How are you?”

 She shuts the notebook. “Alright… the weeping pox is spreading, I fear. Two new cases today, and they are both serious.”

 “That is terrible, I’ll do what I can to prevent the pox from spreading, but you know I can’t do much to stop it.” He says, holding his arm for some reason.

 She sighs. “What happened to your arm?”

 “Nothing, I’m fine.” He says, lying, but not moving his hand either.

 ”I won’t heal it if you don’t want me to, but at least show me what happened.”

 He moves his hand, revealing that some of his arm has petrified and then broken, not allowing it to heal.

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Rio sighs and casts a few scales down at his feet. Their runes glow a soft turquoise and turn into floating disks. He then attempts to slide her on top of one and take her back to somewhere safer.

"Was this a preempted event?"

"Oh no! How come?"

 She actually quite easy to move, maybe because she just so light or just drugged. She laughs silently, tears forming in her eyes. 

They turn and nod. "Khemet is leaving him alone finally" The Writer said "Promised me I could have my own body." Scott nods along. 

"I feel like I am stunting him as an individual. That he believes he can't tell me things for some reason." He explains. 

Eventually Rio sets her down once he reaches the inn, sighing.

"Khemet?"

"Oh. Well, your relationship's new, right? Maybe he's just worried about burdening you with his stuff when you're still getting to know each other fully."

 She bring her knees to her chest, slumping against the wall. 

They both nod. "God of Chaos.. wanted me to write a book detailing everyone lives." Scott says, scratching the back of his neck. 

"I suppose. I just feel like I am an issue. I want to help him, I want to lift him up, I want him to do well with everything he sets his mind to.." he sighs.

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"As many as it takes." It responds with an unnerving tone of nonchalance. "None from any inhabited systems, though, provided that's possible."

"I appreciate the offer, but I don't think either of us will be able to get to assembling this thing anytime soon. Especially since as is, we'd need some... less desirable methods of creating it. If that ever changes, though, I'll let you know."

 “How many it takes for what? You’re going after uninhabitable places? Weren’t you going to take this one.” He points to where the sun would be at that moment with flawless accuracy.

 “Oh please do, I would be happy to know something like that. Though I don’t have anything I really have anything that I could do most of the time, I could deeply use a hobby of some kind.”

"Plans have changed, though my goal hasn't." It pauses a moment. "We're going to surpass the gods."

"Hmm... perhaps we could work together in another way? You seem to enjoy hunting down monstrous beings, and my dear mannequins run on blood... maybe we could be business partners of sorts."

 “Surpass… the gods? We are?” He asks, but nodding, holding his hands clasped together “O-okay, we are going to surpass the gods.”

 “I would be fine with being your partner in one aspect or another, though some of my personalities don’t trust you. I will resolve that later, though I have blood to spare, especially some blood of a… special quality.”

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 Before they disappear he fires a second headshot, then dropping his rifle and chasing after to do what he can, taking out the knife he has on his leg, concealed as he runs with all the want he has in his heart.

 He kisses her again “Why waste time with words then, I love ya, that’ll never get the chance ta change, all o’ my heart loves ya, my soul, everythin.”

 He smirks at the speed, flexing his legs as he keeps his sprint, not a race just yet, still having just a little bit of fun.

 He ends up falling into the open hole that leads to the void. Inside, the two are beating the curd out of each other. TH's mask lies broken on the ground. 

She hugs him tightly, smiling more. 

Samaritan chuckles "C'mon, got to work those legs." He says, grinning behind his mask.

 He takes his knife and tosses it to TH, “Catch.” He says, knowing that they can do so much more with the knife than they could. They try to wrestle the guy off of them, attempting a suplex. Athletics:18

 He hugs her back, rubbing her back comfortingly, smiling a little bit too, closing his eyes.

 He begins pushing himself, making a little bit of ground every few steps, smiling wide, not getting to be pushed this often “Better not get cocky.”

Grimes is able to get him off of TH as TH grabs the knife. He plunges it into the man's chest, from collar bone and down, he guts him. 

She sighs and wipes her eyes "I'm sorry.."

"I'm trying not to." He laughs a bit.

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Rio sighs and casts a few scales down at his feet. Their runes glow a soft turquoise and turn into floating disks. He then attempts to slide her on top of one and take her back to somewhere safer.

"Was this a preempted event?"

"Oh no! How come?"

 She actually quite easy to move, maybe because she just so light or just drugged. She laughs silently, tears forming in her eyes. 

They turn and nod. "Khemet is leaving him alone finally" The Writer said "Promised me I could have my own body." Scott nods along. 

"I feel like I am stunting him as an individual. That he believes he can't tell me things for some reason." He explains. 

Eventually Rio sets her down once he reaches the inn, sighing.

"Khemet?"

"Oh. Well, your relationship's new, right? Maybe he's just worried about burdening you with his stuff when you're still getting to know each other fully."

 She bring her knees to her chest, slumping against the wall. 

They both nod. "God of Chaos.. wanted me to write a book detailing everyone lives." Scott says, scratching the back of his neck. 

"I suppose. I just feel like I am an issue. I want to help him, I want to lift him up, I want him to do well with everything he sets his mind to.." he sighs.

Rio sits beside her. "Hey. Are you still holding up?"

"Everyone's lives? That would take a while. What would the goal of that even be?"

"Hmm." Mauric thinks. "Well, you're a good guy, so I think he'd understand. I don't really know Rio, and he honestly kinda creeps me out a tiny bit, but I think you'd fare better if you talked to him instead."

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*Cut for Wendi.*

 Before they disappear he fires a second headshot, then dropping his rifle and chasing after to do what he can, taking out the knife he has on his leg, concealed as he runs with all the want he has in his heart.

 He kisses her again “Why waste time with words then, I love ya, that’ll never get the chance ta change, all o’ my heart loves ya, my soul, everythin.”

 He smirks at the speed, flexing his legs as he keeps his sprint, not a race just yet, still having just a little bit of fun.

 He ends up falling into the open hole that leads to the void. Inside, the two are beating the curd out of each other. TH's mask lies broken on the ground. 

She hugs him tightly, smiling more. 

Samaritan chuckles "C'mon, got to work those legs." He says, grinning behind his mask.

 He takes his knife and tosses it to TH, “Catch.” He says, knowing that they can do so much more with the knife than they could. They try to wrestle the guy off of them, attempting a suplex. Athletics:18

 He hugs her back, rubbing her back comfortingly, smiling a little bit too, closing his eyes.

 He begins pushing himself, making a little bit of ground every few steps, smiling wide, not getting to be pushed this often “Better not get cocky.”

Grimes is able to get him off of TH as TH grabs the knife. He plunges it into the man's chest, from collar bone and down, he guts him. 

She sighs and wipes her eyes "I'm sorry.."

"I'm trying not to." He laughs a bit.