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[selfwound]

WHAT Last chance for timefuck except not really
WHERE Wherever
WHEN Day 127, whenever

[So, you've been messing around with time.]

[Okay, we've actually been doing that, yeah. Quiet Mounds is still a bit unpredictable, with the seasons and the clocks a little haywire. Today, there's another little pulse of magic. Maybe some of you find yourself back to normal? Or maybe more people are suddenly the wrong age or timeline. Maybe Deadpool shows up. I don't know.]

[Last post for deage/age-up/etc event, though obviously you can continue to backthread or play at your leisure after this.]

Comments

[divasterous]

[squeaks]

Sorry!!

[dontworry]

[ they look pretty startled, actually

and immediately focus on his eyes, their own going wide with alarm and evident fear

their voice squeaks, quietly over their shoulder: ]

.... Ssssasha?

[divasterous]

[that . . . sparks a memory, far-off and strange]

Ah—it's okay. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you.

[dontworry]

[ they don't look too unfamiliar. a bit shorter, a bit less hair, a bit worse clothes, a bit skinnier. but...

they jolt back a few steps despite his words, hissing desperately to ?? nobody in particular?? ]

Sasha! A 'finder--

[ ... and they seem surprised when nobody's behind them when they look, turning back with a little bit of a desperate expression. ]

[divasterous]

I'm not a finder, I promise.

[crouching down]

[dontworry]

[ they flinch.

... abruptly, but perhaps unsurprisingly, you can feel the magic worming its way into your head. weak, uncontrolled, but it feels searching. ]

[divasterous]

[. . . yeah, okay, he could probably break that but for now he. doesn't?]

[dontworry]

[ it doesn't hurt.

honestly it's just surface-level mindreading. pretty clearly trying to gauge if he's telling the truth or not. she's never seen a witchfinder with two awful mekhania eyes, so... ]

[divasterous]

[nope, just a weirdo telling the truth. she might catch the flicker of recognition, though]

[dontworry]

[ she definitely seems to think he hasn't noticed her, either, which is. good? she relaxes marginally, confused. ]

... who're you.

[divasterous]

. . . my name is Vasily.

[dontworry]

[ never heard that name?? somewhat defensively: ]

Where's my brother?

[divasterous]

I'm—not sure, I'm afraid. He may not be here.

[dontworry]

[ fidgets her hands, looking anywhere but his eyes. ]

What do you want? How do you know me?

[divasterous]

I don't really want anything? You just sort of smacked into me.

[dontworry]

So you don't know me?