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Who ❄ Michel, various
What ❄ memshare and assorted overflow
When ❄ ~August
Where ❄ Lumina Cloth carnival
Content Warnings ❄ child abuse and violence, captivity, torture, gore, pet death, transphobia, misogyny, TBA. Specific warnings in headers.


[ Plotting post here! ]

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[insinning]

[ Sinclair gives a watery laugh, face still buried against Michel's shirt. This is embarrassing. But he's slowly calming down]

... that's because you're a good person.

[ To hold kindness, to let go... what kind of strength did that take?]

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I'm an utterly ordinary person.

[ But clearly not a witch, or surely he would already have started melting in all this dampness. Is the ruffling helping? He can do it one more time, before he just folds both arms securely around Vogel and stands there patiently.

He really has no frame of reference for at what point a hug has become awkwardly long. As long as it takes for Vogel to stop crying is... probably correct. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair squeezes Michel a little more for that, remembering the insults from that girl]

Mm. But still good.

[It takes awhile for his body to stop trembling but after long moment he finally manages to pull away so he can wipe his face on something that isn't the front of Michel's clothes]

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...You're a kind boy.

[ The praise is a little embarrassing, honestly. But Vogel finally seems to be steadying a little, so Michel releases him and steps back a tiny bit.

His shirt might be slightly soaked, but it's fine. It should refresh when they load into the next area regardless. ]

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[Sinclair shakes his head, not dismissing the praise, but not accepting it either. He's just him]

...I'm sorry about your clothes.

[He feels better now though. Not all the way but. Better]

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It's fine. It's cooler like this.

[ Given the volcanic dungeon and all. It's a weak joke, but what else can he do with Sinclair's persistent apologies? ]

[insinning]

...maybe we should try another dungeon. [Sheepish. It is hot and he is not fond of the heat effects]

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[ He's looking sunnier again... not done dungeoning yet? Well, Michel wouldn't mind the opportunity to clear his head, too. ]

Why not. Back to the Chaos Gate?

[insinning]

Mm. Let's go. [Logging back out, this mission run can be considered a favour. But...as another thought]

You mentioned you had older brothers, right? Are you the youngest?

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[ Did he mention them to Vogel before? His thoughts skip on the possibility of what the mirror had shown, but -- no, if it was Aimee, his brothers wouldn't have been there. ]

That's right. By six years. [ Can he ask about Vogel's sister... he isn't sure. ]

[insinning]

[Absentmindedly before they skip back to the chaos gate]

You would have been a good big brother yourself.

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[ Oh. That's...

Michel is a moment later quitting the dungeon, because that freezes him up for a second. It's... a nice feeling. ]

...If you... no, nevermind. What keywords did you make before?

[ He remembers, but he's just changing the subject now. ]

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[ He busies himself with creating a party and inputting the keywords, so he misses Michel's hesitation entirely]

"Coiling Eternity's Blue Cloud". I haven't seen this keyword before.

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[ Is he disappointed he missed the chance to say something? No, it's nothing. ]

Neither have I. Perhaps it would be worth making another forum post to compare findings.

[insinning]

Mm. Mithrun probably has a lot of information to share too.

[Akatsuki hasn't been around in awhile. He wonders if she got bored of the game.]

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He seems... methodical about his research.

[ Somewhat mechanical, if he's honest. Not that Michel is one to talk. Anyway, into the dungeon they go! ]

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He's very dedicated...

[If there's one way to distract Sinclair, it's worrying about other people!

Into the dungeon they go and then rip their overthinking brains tbh]

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[ And this is how they manage to get a non-plot area to give them a migraine... ]

Do you run many dungeons with him?

[ Michel blinks at the desert stretching out around them, making the smear of green of a forest in the distance look more than a little out of place. But it's not a volcano. ]

[insinning]

A few times. He likes to go more often than I do though.

[Ah. Peaceful green. No burn effects here!!]

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Does he? He didn't seem to be very familiar with games.

[ Mithrun might make a good distraction for Sinclair as they make their way across the desert. And Michel does wonder about the man, conveniently enough. ]

[insinning]

It might be why he's so dedicated to it.

[Oh Michel, you sweet summer...adult?]</small.

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[ Please Sinclair, don't rob him of his last hopes in the world. ]

Because he's learning? ...Understandable. [ Kind of. ]

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Mm... even if he takes it too far sometimes.

[ Never forgetting finding Mithrun baked in the sun tbh. Into the forest dungeon they go, what monsters will they find first???]

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"Too far"? Pulling allnighters already?

[ Or rather: he's a little concerned just what counts as "too far" to Sinclair.

As they step into the woods they're greeted by more deadly presents, looking even more out of place here than a volcano. ]

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...have you run a mission with him?

[ Smashing those deadly presents well out of here. He's getting a bit sick of these, but that's okay!! he wont set this area on fire at least]