[Today there is a Liberator dragging his sorry self back into the village, and cursing the Malnosso for dumping him on the opposite end of the village from his destination. He doesn't look too bad for returning from a kidnapping, although he's bruised his lip somehow and his white shirt appears to be stuck to his chest by little spots of dried blood in a peculiar pattern. He's also missing a shoe.
It's a long trudge back to community building #6 with only one boot.
It's going to be a trudge that seems even longer when he gets there to find his apartment unoccupied. What. But wait, there's a note. ...He just passed house 32 to get here. Veros, why do you do these terrible things to him? ...Aside from the obvious. He looks at the note, and then in the direction of house 32. Note, house, note, house, note, house... journal.
They were the ones that decided to move residences without him.]
I have returned. Edward, bring my shoe.
((OOC: And, back. If I still have tags, I'm getting to them now. Figured you don't need an extra post clogging your flists.))
It's a long trudge back to community building #6 with only one boot.
It's going to be a trudge that seems even longer when he gets there to find his apartment unoccupied. What. But wait, there's a note. ...He just passed house 32 to get here. Veros, why do you do these terrible things to him? ...Aside from the obvious. He looks at the note, and then in the direction of house 32. Note, house, note, house, note, house... journal.
They were the ones that decided to move residences without him.]
I have returned. Edward, bring my shoe.
((OOC: And, back. If I still have tags, I'm getting to them now. Figured you don't need an extra post clogging your flists.))
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I have not. Shall I look?
No, there is no need. I will be- [Home? Is it home?] -there shortly.
[And if Edward doesn't break the news to him, she will when he gets here.]
But he's going to want to have a chat with her when he gets there, about her crazy son. You know, the real one.]
But she will wait for Sigmund on the couch she made his servant and her boytoy lug across town.]
He shows up soon enough, having not even bothered to change out of his gross stained shirt.] Svala.
UP. APPROACHING.]
I am concerned for your safety.
Let me see. [She gestures to his shirt.]
I am the most likely to be targeted.
Please. [She takes his hand and tries to bully him over to the couch to sit down.]
That is my concern.
She wants to see those wounds, Sigmund, but thankfully she is just a bit too respectful to try and forcefully remove that shirt.]
Edward and I are capable in our own rights. You need not be concerned.
Yes, I would. [If she wants to have a staredown, he can do that. He's got centuries of experience in that department now, and he'll use it.] Svala, I know who I will be facing.
I no longer hold any reservations in regard to the Dreadknight, and what I must do should he prove a threat to us.
You're sure?
She looks down at his hand around her fingers and takes it between her own to fuss with it. Just...stroke his fingers, rub his knuckles. Mother-y fidgeting.]
If there is another way...
I am not so swayed by emotion that I cannot face the truth. If there is a way, it will present itself. Otherwise, I would much rather keep the family I am currently blessed with than to pine after the family I lost years ago.
Also Svala is still debating on whether or not she should just try to heal him regardless of whether or not he shows her his wounds.]