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[aldebaranshit]

(April 18th - 19th)

So upon asking around in Hugel, you've learned that Arunafeltz has been abandoned for some years now. Something about the majority of the city disappearing off until the remainder moved off to Lighthalzen and left the city as a ghost town. Many of them have heard of the traveling machine, but never had seen it for themselves, except for a few who can recount their friends or family members going off world.

The journey to Arunafeltz shouldn't take more than a day. Once you get there, you should start rooting around the city center. Explore a little bit, and enjoy yourself. Your company. You're this much closer to getting home.

[Mission: Explore the city and rig your ride home.]

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[cabineyes]

[ waits til she's gone and then pulls a ring out of his back pocket. silver with an opal. that's it. but then again he knew that already. saw it way before the village. ]

[ rolls it between his fingers, lost in thought. it's not worth much but a pirate always keep a souvenir of his conquest. ]

[ ... almost felt bad there for a moment. he must be getting soft. ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[wheezes in like a 30-cigarettes-a-day diva.]

If this is about Hel, then fine. Stay. If this is about Rumpelstiltskin, you need to leave, mate, because he is dust.

[cabineyes]

[ oh. looks up and puts the ring away. didn't expect anyone. ]

Don't you have somewhere to go?

[ give it a rest buddy. he's not dead. he'd Know if he was. ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

You're an arse.

[i hate you.

constantine takes a knee and frowns at the dusty floor. scrubs a circle in the middle. oh good nice shiny marble. starts drawing lines and runes with a fingertip in the dust, muttering to himself as he goes. not to hook, it doesn't seem to be english.]

[cabineyes]

What are you doing?

[ should i care. ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

Magic.

[draws an extra ring around the clean circle.]

I lied to you before. When I told you I couldn't track him because he was blocking me. I can't block him because he's bloody dead. There's nothing to track.

[as he speaks, picks up his hunting knife and slashes across his palm. squeezes a small puddle of blood into the (formerly) clean circle. pulls out a flask with an apple on it and pours a little gold liquid on top. it stays in the shape of a disc. magic.]

This doesn't not work, mate.

[drops something from his pocket in the liquid. against the marble at the bottom, like a teeny tv screen, are images of a circus. family fun. blonde idiots in love. if you ask him why he's stalking hyperion he'll shoot you.]

That, for purposes of comparison, is what it looks like when you're looking for someone who's still here.

[cabineyes]

... He's not dead. He's out there somewhere.

And I'll find him.

[ bites his lip and refuses to look at the shitty magic. shut up constantine. ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

You're an idiot.

[look in the fucking circle i hate you and i'm still bleeding for you.]

He's either bloody dead or out of range which means, incidentally, this plane, so staying here is monumentally fucking stupid.

[cabineyes]

Out of range?

[ what's your range even. ]

I can't... I can't go. If he's still here.

[rhymeswithdesign]

[gingerly picks the beard hair out of the liquid and flicks it away. pulls out the finger bone he kept and, fuck it, sets the whole thing in. the circle goes opaque black.]

File not fucking found, mate. Wherever he is, heaven or, more likely, hell, or whatever the fuck, he ain't here, and you staying here is pointless. So leg it.

[cabineyes]

[ KEPT ONE FINGER YOU ]

[ hisses air through teeth. there's nothing for him here if he's gone. he might not get the machine to work by himself. ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[drags his foot through the ritual circle and the bloodapplejack oozes like a liquid ought to. the bone seems to have dissolved.]

Go home, mate. Find yourself a new fucking hobby.

[pulls out a cigarette handrolled from bukmek tobacco and irish jesus bible pages and lights it. shrugs. blows out a stream of smoke.]

Or don't. I don't give a shit. But don't stay for a stupid reason.

[cabineyes]

... You care a lot for someone who claims the very opposite.

[ almost missed the bus yourself. hhh. he finally moves from his spot and heads for the stairs. ]

If it turns out you were wrong, I promise I'll find you.

[rhymeswithdesign]

[punksneers at hook. i don't give no fucks. now get up that staircase this instant young man. follows him.]

Sure, come visit, I'll introduce you to Superman.

[hah that's a joke he's not on speaking terms with the justice league.]