★ ( SHADOWHEART. )

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WEEKEND 0, SUNDAY

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[ Here is Siffrin, in their silly little default garb, perking up as he catches sight of Shadowheart and offers her a small wave, hello... ]

..What do you think about what happened today? Um, outside the weird device stuff.

[ The three weirdos.... ]

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[the way this outfit looks normal to her. she's also switched into her camp outfit.]

Well. They're offering a way out of here. I'm not going to ignore that.

[even if she has her reservations.]

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[ i personally ask for shadowheart's hand she's soooo beautiful. ]

You think it's actually possible then? That we can.. be redeemed, and go back?

WEEK 1, MONDAY

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[ TIS EVENING, happy spoopy Whoville Halloween.

Siffrin flavor is a winged fella, wings a fluffy soft white that poof just a little. They hang loosely at their back like they aren't too sure what to do with them.

Peering curiously at the stall of Halloween costumes, pumpkin spice drinks, ghost shaped sugar cookies and apparently spider skeleton decorations covering it. What. ]

...This isn't a festival I'm familiar with.

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[cute. she is wearing a hideous wig and starting to turn purple.]

Usually any sort of festival involving masks and disguises is a sex thing. I would be very wary about asking that skeleton about his trick or treat.

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[ THIS WIG... Siffrin pretends she looks normal and nice as always. Except he makes a "ew" face at the sex mention. ]

You've tested the Trick or Treat already I take? What does it do if you do?

WEEK 2, MONDAY

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[ Tea party time!

Even if there's so much to look at. From the singing flowers, to the large table with the welcoming tea and treats on them. A gloved hand tilts their hat up, Siffrin does look a bit different. If having two eyes now and their black dyed hair is anything to go by. ]

Well if isn't this place steeped in good tea and whimsiness.

[ Hehe. ] Enjoying yourself, Shadowheart?

[sacredpath]

[the tea party is a good place to meet her. she'll sit down at the table, accept a cup of dark, bitter tea. she looks the same as she ever did, though.]

This place is beautiful. I feel I could get lost in it and never leave.

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It's really magical.

[ For the moment, they take a seat and reaches for a little tea cake. Tasty. ] Have you ever seen a place like this back home? I keep wondering if these areas take inspiration from elsewhere.

WEEK 3, MONDAY

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[ YIPPEE MEMSHARE DAY voids us as they get trapped in the house of mirrors

in which a nice, pleasant memory will play... (OBVIOUS SPOILERS FOR ISAT)

and as it finishes, Siffrin is collapsing onto his hands and knees with heaving breaths, splatters of blood coughing out onto the ground. Yay! ]

[sacredpath]

[haha oh my god what the absolute hell.

she does relate, though. the feeling of trying to hold onto something that's gone, no matter how much it hurts you. how many times she's endured pain herself, pushed herself despite knowing the likelihood that she was reaching for something, even just an emotion, that would be blocked to her because the wound on her hand would cause too much pain to go on.

she relates enough that she doesn't actually try to talk to him. she will rush to his side and try to help him up, given him a shoulder for support.]

Do you need me to get you out of here?

[if he wants to try, if he wants to keep looking at it, that's his right, but if he needs help to stop seeing the thing that's hurting him, she'll allow it.]

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[ It's frustrating in more ways than one. Because maybe, just maybe, there was a brief flicker of hope that - Siffrin might be able to hear it now. They're "dead", aren't they? Just a soul looking for redemption. Even if it's at least just once, just once to hear it. To be able to have the opportunity, even for a little bit even if they go back and forget all again..

It would at least be something. But it's nothing. Still nothing. Again, they still don't follow their own advice to move on, their head is throbbing in pain just from hearing the tries alone and their vision spins as Shadowheart comes to their aid. He doesn't fight it, leaning on that support.

For a moment, they consider it. But he knows better, there's no point, so he offers a nod to her question. Yeah, he needs to get out of here. He can't keep trying for what's gone.]

..Please. [ His throat hurts, voice raspy as he replies. ]

WEEK 4, SUNDAY

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[ Peering at some of their letters by the mailbox, they perk up when they catch sight of her. ]

Shadowheart, hello. [ The vibes are tired and a dull hollow, but there's some lingering soft and warmth as they gingerly fold their letters together. ]

WEEK 5, WEDNESDAY

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[ Yippee!! It's The Comic Con Car time. Always constant con crunch time.

Though Siffrin is looking over some of the limited edition Funko Pops figurines of deceased friends... right now, he has an Elysia one in his hand. ]

This place is so much different from all the other ones.. [ Looks at all the swaggy t-shirt goods. ] ..Is God making all of these?

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Oh! More shirts, like our tavern shirts!

[exciting! oh... she will get a charlie.]

These are a little morbid.

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I wonder what they have..

[ Personally, there should be like. Some shirts we least expect. Just all fandom related shenanigans. There's so much to be done here.

But oh a Charlie too, how cute! Holds them together like wowie. ]

Are they? Hmm, I've whittled after people before, it's.. kinda.. similar...

[ It's not. ]

WEEK 6, MONDAY

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[ Gives us the cat cafe for some cute and potential other shenanigans.

Here is Siffrin, with a new shiny pin on their cloak, moving around with some various thought bubbles above their head. Someone probably thinks too much. But as they catch sight of Shadowheart, those thought bubbles start to say (Cleric. Acolyte. Divine magics. Shadowheart. Kind.)

The thoughts poofie, Siffrin coming up to hold up a loooong black cat with a cute little bell collar. Ding-ding! ]

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Cute cat.

[she's slightly bemused by the thought bubbles, but it's charming, too. trying to remember, keep track of her.]

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[ It's helpful. A good reminder. Something to keep in mind. They seem pleased at the comment, nodding and peering down at the cat who just peers at Shadowheart with big round eyes.

Sets it down, to which it immediately flops down. (Life of a cat must be nice.) ]

week 6; saturday

[sacredpath]

[coming to see them in their prison. is wednesday still in here too? questions i'm scared to ask.]

Siffrin?

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[ actually i dont know and now i'm scared too

Siffrin is a white blob at the back of their prison, sitting on the ground, their head dipped low but at the voice they freeze until they look over. His expression is one of guilt, lost.

(Cleric. Magics.. Some magics. ..Name. I.. I forgot.) ]

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[How has it gotten so much worse....]

It's alright. Shadowheart. How did this happen?

WEEK 7, MONDAY

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[ Sitting in the gazebo by the church and garden, though offers her a small wave in greeting when they see her. ]

Hello again, Shadowheart.

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[waving back, coming over to them.]

Hello, Siffrin. How are you feeling?

[was being dead for almost 24 hours more traumatic or was it maybe hopefully a little restful?]

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I'm alright. I've had a bit of time, so.

[ Majority of it spent dissociating, as one does. But it was a nice break with so many dead welcoming as they are. ]

How are you? Must have been exciting to see everyone else again.