knightofratatosk

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[His voice is tired and shaky, but with an obviously forced cheerfulness.]

I, um... i-if I did anything to hurt anyone during this experiment, I-I'm really sorry. Everyone else is okay, r-right? Some of the things people got turned into were pretty scary.. I'm g-glad this is all over with.

I-I hope we don't have another experiment like that any time soon. I think I liked the ones that didn't involve being changed into anything b-better.

[Filtered to Richter // 25% unhackable]

Would it, um... w-would it be okay if I came home now?

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[OOC: Yeah, the kid is stammering like crazy because he's sitting out in the snow without a coat. Ratatosk, you are a genius.]

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Mmm... would you like some tea, dear? And some soup as well, you don't sound too well.

I-I'd like that a lot, but... I kind of want to get some sleep first...

That's probably a good idea, you sound quiet tired. Is something else the matter, dear?

N-no, I'm fine!

... Dear.

... it's not too bad, really.

And what good will keeping to yourself do, mmm~?

R-Richter can take care of it when I get home.

You had best not be too far away from home, Emil.

I'm not... I think.

... Mmm.

I j-just need to rest for a moment, t-that's all.

Where are you, dear? I was planning on a walk, after all.

It l-looks like somewhere in the forest...

Hmm, I see... I do hope you're not too far, but I'll be there soon.

... thank you.

I suspect you're cold and hungry, so I'll grab a snack and an extra cloak. Stay right where you are; Faerin will help me find you.

Thank you.

[HOWEVER LONG THIS IS LATER, Musette will finally find that poor little derp out there in the cold. A long walk for a short lady, but the earth spirit was certainly helpful with navigating.]

Emil...?

[Emil is resting against a tree, arms wrapped around himself for warmth as he half-dozes. He is definitely not dressed for this weather at all, which is probably why he's shivering.]

Oh, there you are dear... [She tut-tuts, and heads to his side, placing her free hand on his shoulder. She has a small basket on the other arm, as well as a warm-looking cloak draped over it]

[The touch on his shoulder startles him, causing him to jump; he can't bite back a yelp of pain as he does so and clutches at his stomach.]

[And that was a very light touch]

... Oh my. I'm terribly sorry to have startled you. It's my fault; I should have talked to you the entire time, mmm?

... M-Ms. Musette?

[Damn it, why is it so hard to make his eyes focus?]

I told you I'd come, dear. Now... where are you hurt?

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