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[forestcrap]

After the hole is sealed and Ninurta's done away with, your entire party is bippity bopped to the other side of the forest. If there were stragglers that got separated, you're all in one place again. If you lost gear, weapons, phones, whatever, it's back on your person, functional again. If you lost any organs you're on your own though. No but basically you've been bewitched to safety out of the forest and the evil noises have stopped, you're homefree, homies. There's a crow perched on a rundown fence post along the road watching you with beady little eyes before it takes off back into the forest.

The map takes you to a rundown little bed and breakfast not but a fifteen minute walk out that looks like it was abandoned a while ago. No foul play, just closed for business, the economy is rough when you're located next to a haunted forest. Feel free to avail yourself of its beds, there's no room service but least you don't have to pay.

[Mission: get your bearings, make sure all your shits there, do a headcount, follow the road. call dibs on a room. rest up]

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[sawedoff]

[catches her hand and gives it a squeeze as he lowers it, offering her a bracing kind of smile. i mean that's not familiar or anything. definitely not what she was saying as she was croaking in a bloody pool on the ground]

Okay, stop. You're not- you're here. Somehow. Maybe a few fries short of the value meal but you're pretty much all in one piece. And you got a good thing going, you got your friend, you got a life to go back to now. So we're gonna get you home and you're gonna live your life, okay? You haven't let me down nothin. I couldn't ask for more.

[recurred]

[there's a protest somewhere in her that starts her by opening her mouth but she steels herself and closes it, slowly letting go of him to sink back onto her knees]

There's something inherently flawed with that plan. [uses the back of one hand to wipe at the corner of her eye.] You shouldn't expect me to let it go. [you know me. ill try but stubborn]

[sawedoff]

[the sort-of smile hasn't dropped away yet, but it's definitely not hitting the eyes like he knew that was coming and it's more of a punch to the gut than anything else]

[sighs through his nose and leans in to press a kiss to her forehead]

You gotta.

[pushes away from the bar]

[recurred]

[closes eyes when he does and looks down at the recorder in her hand in her lap once he's pulled away]

I know.

[sawedoff]

[follows her look down with a set of his jaw before taking up another beer for the road and heading outside for some air. just got a ton of crap dumped on him. time for some good old staring off into nothing while he thinks a lot]