(Catch all) Ominous October Threads

[insinning]

Who: Sinclair and You.
What: Dungeon runs, trauma bonding etc
When: All throughout October.
Warnings: Gore, Emeto, Psychological horror in one thread, NSFW stuff in another

“I see now that the path I choose through the maze makes me what I am. I am not only a thing, but also a way of being—one of many ways—and knowing the paths I have followed and the ones left to take will help me understand what I am becoming.”

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[insinning]

...I do. [He has to think about it] Even if we don't all get along, they're not the type to go down without fighting.

[userunfriendly]

[ Things he decides after thinking about it have more weight, in Michel's opinion. He gives a nod, and another awkwardly reassuring squish of a hug. ]

Your judgment is good. Believe in that. You can deal with the rest once you're out of here.

[insinning]

...you're right.

[A shaky breath. If Michel believes in Sinclair's judgement, then...he can believe in that faith. He lets go after a moment, moving to wipe his face, only to frown at his level 50 armor. He's changing that to another simple Winter Wear.

Anyway, he glances around the grassy dungeon and holds those words close to his heart]

We should...get going.

[userunfriendly]

[ Michel gives a nod. He isn't easy to unsettle, and the dungeon seems to have melted into quiescence now. But in the current circumstances, it's still better not to linger in combat areas. ]

I'll join you back to your guild.

[ Where he presumes Oria still is... if he's guessed wrong, Sinclair can correct him at the chaos gate. ]

[insinning]

Okay.

[He doesn't try to argue that. He likes spending time with after all, even though he feels scrubbed raw inside all over. They pass through the Chaos Gate back to Mac Anu and...Sinclair promptly topples over in a dead faint. Act quick, Michel]

[userunfriendly]

[ It's a good thing Michel had his eyes on Sinclair to begin with. He startles, but lunges to catch him firmly, although he buckles under the unexpected weight.

Sinclair's avatar is light, but Michel is tired. The added burden brings him briefly to one knee. He kneels there, looking down at Sinclair and then wryly around at Mac Anu before he draws in a breath and gathers his energy to get to his feet and lift Sinclair outright. ]

...You pushed yourself too hard. Ridiculous child.

[ Sinclair isn't awake to hear, but he probably wouldn't be surprised by how fond Michel's voice is. At least there are no other witnesses. Michel can drop Sinclair off in his room at Moon Tree and then go back to his guild to sleep for at least a week. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair stays unconscious, but he seems deep asleep at least. He doesn't stir on the walk back at all, nor to the handover at Moon Tree. He will appreciate this]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria will appreciate the Sinclair delivery! Yes, he was in Sinclair's room without the owner. Don't worry about it? Also looking like he woke up from a hibernation with a blanket covering him like a teru teru bouzu doll. Thanks Michel! He will not accept any questions before he takes Sinclair and waves him goodbye. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ No, Michel's worrying about it a little...? But he needs to go hibernate too, so he accepts this strange and shady handoff with a nod before he turns to shuffle off. ]