006 [Action]
[Coming to after a Mallynap tends to be pretty disconcerting. Especially when you wake up with a letter resting neatly on your chest, explaining that you can go home. Physically, Hero's not too bad -- he looks exhausted, and he's got himself a (thankfully shallow) bleeding headwound. Mentally, he's been thrown for a complete loop.
A chance to go home... of course he couldn't stay forever. The lockdown's still waiting. Can he even trust this letter? What if it's a trick? No... no matter what it is, he should be ready for what's waiting for him. But... he's still so ill-prepared. He hasn't even made his decision yet. First the Malnosso snatch him away and waste.... days? Weeks? However long it was, first they eat up his time, now they start the countdown hanging over his head again?
Dude, this place sucks.
Hero's walking through the village, on his way home to community building three. One hand's pressing a handful of snow to his head. The other is holding the letter as if it were a time bomb. The usual calm, quiet focus has taken a sharp left turn down Oh Shit Lane -- to call him distracted would be kind of an understatement. It isn't until he's in the center of the village that he finally stops and looks around, gawking at his surroundings like this is the first time he's ever seen them.]
...How long has there been snow on the ground, anyway...?
A chance to go home... of course he couldn't stay forever. The lockdown's still waiting. Can he even trust this letter? What if it's a trick? No... no matter what it is, he should be ready for what's waiting for him. But... he's still so ill-prepared. He hasn't even made his decision yet. First the Malnosso snatch him away and waste.... days? Weeks? However long it was, first they eat up his time, now they start the countdown hanging over his head again?
Dude, this place sucks.
Hero's walking through the village, on his way home to community building three. One hand's pressing a handful of snow to his head. The other is holding the letter as if it were a time bomb. The usual calm, quiet focus has taken a sharp left turn down Oh Shit Lane -- to call him distracted would be kind of an understatement. It isn't until he's in the center of the village that he finally stops and looks around, gawking at his surroundings like this is the first time he's ever seen them.]
...How long has there been snow on the ground, anyway...?