drama king

[silvermists]

He's waited too long this cycle.

It's his third or fourth go-around. He's far too tired to think in numbers, right now. One of the most reclusive of the castle's prisoners has emerged from wherever he was holed up, because he's on a mission. There's blood on his sleeves. He discarded his armor and original outfit months ago, deciding to try and fit in better, as much as anyone can 'fit in' here. At least a clothing change served to not attract attention. He's wearing a light blue silk shirt and black pants, one of the few things that fits him and looks nice.

Really. It doesn't matter how good his clothing looks today. Blood. On the sleeves. Hair matted and unwashed. He's all skin and bone and he looks like he might collapse any second. (And yet, even now he's hiding his monkey's tail. Some things still matter even as he wastes away.)

He's leaning on the wall, making his way with frequent stops to catch his breath, trying not to cough. He simply has to make it to the Edge, and reset painlessly to the beginning of all this. Like he's managed to do each time before. It would never do to leave a corpse behind. That would raise questions and some of the children around here are so odd. Odd and nosy.

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Tauriel is gonna look all glowy like her icon, btw, since Kuja is so close to death.

[lightofthestars]

There is blood upon the stones, and for that reason, Tauriel steps through the castle without sound, knives drawn. If someone has harmed another, she will soon find them and make them regret what they have done.

Yet first she finds not the criminal, but the one who has been wounded--and, it seems, horribly.

She sheathes her knives before she calls out, "Stay there! I am here to help you."

[collectyourfriends]

Speaking of children.

Frisk is alone for now--outwardly at least, their team is aware in their bag but resting. But they're there. In the way. Staring.

They don't know what to say.

[itstheend]

Yet another odd child, somewhat at a distance. They make no move to block his path, but they watch, hawklike, and as he moves forward they follow at a silent walk to keep doing so, head cocked.

Both individuals are indeed, very nosy. They have suspicions. The what, but not the why, because nobody seems to fall ill here, at least in mundane fashion.

Eventually, they step around in few view of him, and sign.

[Are you aware there are healers in the Castle?]

[lostinmyway]

Grune is in the middle of finding more yarn for Tauriel (her sons grow so quickly!) when she hears dragging, slow footsteps in the hall. She also thinks she can hear...is that panting?

She quickly emerges from the room to find--oh dear. That young man doesn't look very healthy at all.

Without even stopping to say hello, she hurries forward.