GRAVEYARD

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Reflexively, you curl tighter. Just another minute. Just another minute of sleep is all you need, but the sun waits for no one. Wait. The sun? After many days and nights with only moonlight to guide you, your eyes snap open and your pupils contract at the light.

It's been a while, hasn't it?

Bask in this euphoria for however long it lasts, until your memory snaps back against your mind like a rubber band. Weren't you dead? No matter how you met your end, you certainly remember dying in vivid detail. The pain that corresponds to the last moment's of your life chooses then to make itself known, trying to wriggle free from your skin almost literally. That mark on your skin wasn't there before either.

Take a moment to breathe and get your bearings, and really take everything into focus. The warm rays of sun that dance upon your skin are colorful and fragmented like a kaleidoscope, the effect of being filtered through stained glass. Of all the places to wake up, it seems you're inside a church that's no stranger to you, St. Mary's Basilica. While the odds are good you've woken up with company somewhere near by, the glint of gold from the altar will likely catch your attention regardless—embedded deep in the altar stands a golden staff, two sculpted wings draped down its sides.

While some things are the same, and some things are different, there are still more questions than answers. But the inscription engraved into the roof of the ceiling of the Church, now visible in proper lighting seems rather apt: Welcome to Krakow (again).

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Comments

[umbralant]

...this is why dealing with boys is pointless! Blundering buffoons, all of them...

[ Grats Elliot you got her to devolve into German. She can't stomp off far but she's making an attempt to do so at any rate. ]

[contrabandit]

I assure you if I were a girl, I'd probably be the same or worse, so it's really not about gender. This is just me.

[umbralant]

None of my associates or my—my fr-attendants are like you! [ Which is really just proving his point, maybe. ]

[contrabandit]

Well, I think it's unhealthy for people to be surrounded by more than one of me anyway.

[ one dose of elliot is already too close to overdosing. ]

[umbralant]

You have a twin?!

[contrabandit]

Oh, god forbid someone else is cursed with this hair.

[umbralant]

[ Jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. ]

Use better haircare products.

[contrabandit]

Fool, that'll solve nothing.

[ this hair can't be tamed. ]

[umbralant]

You clearly just aren't using the right kind.

[ .............. ]

I'll bring you some of mine, so you can see how wrong you are.

[contrabandit]

I also might be wrong about cameras. Could you bring that also?

[umbralant]

In what way are you wrong?

[ This isn't a no.

How does Elliot keep getting NPCs to give him stuff. ]

[contrabandit]

In many ways. So many ways that it would be incredibly embarrassing to list them all. No one wants to see me blushing that much. A tomato wouldn't be as bright.

[ giving him what he wants shuts him up for a little while, which many people consider a big plus. ]