There is Nothing to Fear Except Fear Itself

[magical_well]

Characters: Chichiri magical_well, OPEN
When: Monday-Wednesday. 8/2-8/11
Where: Around Paradise
Rating: PG-13(may go up if needed)
Summary: Chichiri is going to be trying to help people cope with their fears/nightmares.

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Tuesday 2 am?

[magical_well]

Chichiri was passing through the area, on his way home after a long day, when he sensed her life force nearby. Concerned, because there were no houses in his immediate area, he followed the energy to the building in question, letting himself in. The rings of his staff jangled as he walked, and he let his gaze sweep the area for any sign of her. "Anko?"

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[magical_well]

Taking in her appearance and her wariness, it wasn't hard to conclude that she had not been fine since he spoke to her the other day when this all started. So, he made no move to approach her, not wanting to put her on edge or provoke her into attacking him. "I don't think we know each other well enough for me to answer that," he replied, tone calm and gentle. "But I don't know who else I'd be y'know."

8/4 sunset

[last_puppeteer]

Anise sat down on a fountain's edge, clearly looking exhausted and worn. The girl herself seemed to be bandaged from head to toe, apparently she had been in trouble recently. Sighing softly to herself, she kept a wary eye out for anything or anyone who may want to sneak up on her and try to take her out again.

[magical_well]

With the fountain as the center of the city, it was only natural for Chichiri to pass it frequently. It was also hard to miss the young woman sitting there, so he altered his course to approach her while staying in her line of sight.

[last_puppeteer]

Looking up when she heard footsteps and the slight jingle of metal against metal, the puppeteer looked none too friendly at first. Carefully she placed a hand on her leg, close to where she had one of her many hidden knives just in case he was someone to consider as an enemy.

"May I help you?"

[magical_well]

"I should be asking that y'know." Chichiri kept his tone friendly and his stance nonthreatening. "You're sitting out here injured and alone so I thought maybe you could use a hand y'know."

Backdating, 8/7 Midday.

[sword_dancer_e]

This was day four.

Enno hadn't moved, couldn't bring himself to move. He didn't dare open his eyes, instead being huddled against the side of the fountain with his legs drawn up.

He was alone, surrounded by water and blood. He'd always been afraid of water. Deep, treacherous waters that belied their true depths, with the unknown lying within.

The blood, that flowed from all the bodies he had around him. All the lives he'd taken. All the remorse.

If he looked, he's surely go mad, so Enno sat there, squeezing out bitter tears silently.

[magical_well]

That wasn't something that Chichiri expected to see, though he shouldn't have been surprised by the possibility of finding Enno affected. But he had to wonder what could affect the young man so badly. Concern was foremost in his mind when he approached however, the rings on his staff giving warning of his approach. "Enno?"

[sword_dancer_e]

Drawing up tighter, He shook his head. "Go away." The words came out, barely above a whisper.

He still didn't dare more from the spot though. The very air felt wet around him. The scent of blood was so strong it was almost sickening.

[magical_well]

"Enno..." Chichiri knelt before him, concern evident even through the smiling mask he wore...if Enno could bring himself to look. "I'm not going to leave you to deal with this alone."