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[he'd been 'good' long enough, and it's left a bad taste in his mouth. The acid tang of failure and disappointment and restlessness. So... he is hardly surprised when he finds himself snatching mentally at a stray presence on the edge of town and drawing them to him. It was nearly an accident, really. An instinctual reaction. One that he won't be

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[seiriald]

[She was just walking around the village, like she usually did almost every day since she arrived. Today she'd lost track of time and had wandered over near CH6. Nothing special, really.

... Until she feels something unusual, suddenly finding herself falling over. Her senses are naturally heightened, but it's not doing anything for her legs being taken over by pain.]

[seiriald]

... Useful? [She does like being useful, but whatever he has planned probably isn't something she would comply with if she knew what it is.]

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Yes. So, please be patient.

[he is not giving you any information, you helpful little thing]

[seiriald]

[As much as she would like to not comply with him, there's little he can do with him controlling her the way she is. All she can do is growl softly, trying to bring her emotions back in check. How pathetic, she knew better than to allow herself to fall into this.]

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[perfect. How wonderfully compliant. And so, he opens his journal, and begins to dictate...]