PC: Marina

[sootprints]

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[engraven]

[ your white gel pen ink... ]

Well, the church is familiar enough.

[ she isn't quite sure how she feels about it, but... it's not the worst place she's had to sleep so she can make due. slowly oozing along her knuckles and down her fingertips in black: traitor and coward. ]

What about you? A place with a real bed I hope?

[sootprints]

Fortunately, yes. I've found myself assigned to the abandoned house. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have access to a bath...

[engraven]

Seriously, this place is a nightmare, but at least there's running water in a few places considering it's a breeding ground for leeches otherwise.

[ terrible actually. ]

Seems like you didn't get spared the obnoxious word plague going around... ugh.

[sootprints]

Yes...

I wonder if there's any purpose to them besides simple cruelty.

[engraven]

Some side effect from whatever ended up binding itself with us when we were summoned maybe...?

Not sure if there's a purpose...

[ glancing down a bit as ink bleeds out from her sleeve. moonscorched. ]

Nothing seems to cover them either. Like come on.

[sootprints]

As if someone wants everyone to see our vulnerabilities.

[ but then, she doesn't know where a word like "moonscorched" falls among the others she's seen. ]

... Is that a pejorative of some kind, as well?

[engraven]

That's one way to torture people...

[ :nyeh: she gives pause and glances down at her sleeve a moment. ]

It's... an outcome for those who resist the moon god Rher and his associate's theatrics. So. I suppose it feels like one. Yeah.

... why "false"...?

[sootprints]

Ah...

I don't know. I suppose I... play a lot of roles, sometimes.

[engraven]

... Roles? Like what kind... if that's okay to ask?

Something you do a lot of back home...?

[sootprints]

Yes.

[ she hesitates... ]

For example... the role of Kate Shadows, a noble of the Shadows family.