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Characters: The Handmaid and the Summoner
Setting: The lake floor?
Format: Action
Summary: The Handmaid is traumatized!
Warning: Angst?

[The Handmaid had woken up a few minutes ago, and she still couldn't bring herself to move. She was shaking, knees hugged tightly to her chest as she struggled to catch her breath. She'd been... Dreaming? No, that wasn't it. She'd died. But there had been something off about the whole thing, and it was clear she hadn't really been home. That didn't change the fact that the entire episode had taken a huge toll on her, though.

When she can finally bring herself to move, she untangles her arms and legs and slides off of the bed hesitantly, only for her feet to land on something oddly soft. She looks down and finds herself standing on a square of green fabric. The Handmaid leans down to pick it up, ignoring the note, and unfolds it carefully.

Of course, she recognizes it immediately. It's his coat, and she drops it as though burned, feeling a sudden wave of nausea. She can't stay here, trapped in this claustrophobic room, but instead of leaving and running to the woods, or somewhere as far away from everyone else as possible, her first instinct is to find the Summoner.

It takes a while. He's not in his room, and by the time she finally finds him, she's a total wreck. But she finds herself afraid to approach, so she just sort of... Hesitates a few yards away.]

Comments

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[SHE DOESN'T AT ALL. But she should, shouldn't she?]

I didn't... Want you to see that.

[uprisings]

Why... not...?

[Well that's a stupid question Summoner obviously because it was a horrible situation duuuh. But he will... let the question stand. At least they can get somewhere with this hopefully!!]

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[Because you're going to hate her when you know all of it! She doesn't say anything, though, just looks away. It's going to take a bit more prodding than that.]

[uprisings]

[Rubbing his shoulder with his thumb, looking sorta helpless at her silence for a moment]

Coleta...?

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[The name is what gets her, and she takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself and failing.]

His name is Lord English.

[uprisings]

[Ugh endless sympathy )8]

Who is he? [Is this the guy... This must be the guy... who's made her so afraid of things UUUGH]

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It's hard to explain.

[uprisings]

[Tries to... pull her closer again?]

I've got, time.

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[This time she lets him, because she's certain after she explains everything he'll never talk to her again.]

It wasn't really my place to learn much about him.

[Definite bitterness there.]

[uprisings]

[No... )8 He hates that tone in her voice. It makes him just want to hug her again, but he refrains for the moment]

Did you, ever learn anything...?

[entropied]

[She shrugs.]

He's powerful. Some sort of demon. He can time travel and teleport and...

[There's a long, awkward pause here.]

He kept me from dying.

[uprisings]

[kladjsf oh god... Frowns faintly, reaching up to run his fingers across her cheek. Not quite a pap lsdfj]

Why?

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[She shifts awkwardly. How is she even supposed to tell him this?]

So I could do my job.

[uprisings]

[.......she's being so strange about this... And it feels like it's not just because she doesn't wanna talk about this awful guy...]

Your job...?

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It was... I was...

[UGHHHH.]

Supposed to ensure that Alternia was as... Chaotic as possible.

[uprisings]

[...wait what. Looks... confused again, but still sympathetic]

What, do you mean...

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[GOD, SHE DOESN'T WANT TO DO THIS. She takes a deep breath, tightening her grip on him for an instant.]

I wasn't raised on Alternia. I was raised on the green moon by this... [She scowls.] Puppet. To serve Lord English.

[Yup she is totally avoiding his question.]

[uprisings]

[...yeah he noticed LKSJDF But she seems distressed enough by this that he mostly doesn't has the sense to worry. It's clearly just something she needs to talk about????]

I uh, didn't see the puppet... Just the other one.

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[She falls silent, leaning her forehead against his shoulder. Maybe it's okay to tell him. Maybe he won't hate her. He seems to genuinely care for her, after all, and there's no one else who's done that before. Deep breaths, Handmaid.]

[uprisings]

[Ugh... it actually very nearly physically hurts him when she leans against him like that. He's just... he feels useless, more so then he has all week honestly. He slowly rubs her back, shooshing her again and waiting for her to maybe have more to say about this... In her own time of course...]

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[It takes her a few minutes, but she finally speaks up again, though very hesitantly.]

I was given these... Abilities. To travel to different points in time. I was supposed to...

[Ughhhh.]

Manipulate things.

[uprisings]

[.......so he puts that together with her comment earlier: causing chaos, manipulating things... But he only comes back confused, though there is a sort of... growing sense of dread in his chest. His wings twitch... and his voice gets a touch quieter >:?]

What kind of things...?

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Mostly just... Making our race more violent.

[COME ON DON'T MAKE HER SAY IT.]

[uprisings]

[................HE'S SO SLOW HANDMAID I'M SORRY. He also doesn't really want to believe it? This is... probably a disconcertingly long pause here...]

You...? Had to... [...buffering...] But why?

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He made me. I didn't have a choice.