// 028. [video]
[The Forge is off-kilter, the screen reflecting the corner of an ornate mirror, and of flickering lights. The shadow of movement repeats itself, accompanied by the sound of a low purr. A small sigh follows, and there's a moment more of nothing but this sound, until long fingers reach out to adjust the view
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Do you wish to meet to discuss it?
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In the Undercity, then?
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[Without Moony, anyway. …He hasn't conjured that power in many months now. …For the first time in his life the werewolf crosses his mind as something to keep… accessible. Might even be time for a brush-up.]
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Very well. The place is yours to name.
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Just responding to your reminder that we've done it before.
I actually… […doesn't think you will. But seems tempting fate, jinxing, playing too easily, setting self up too well, to say so.
…The place is his to name. And if she ever reverts, such a place would be a first target. Not the Clinic, nowhere near. Not the dojo? Definitely not the Door. The Memorial Tree? Is that… rubbing something in? Is there anyone on it she…?
Yet for all this overthinking, what he says hasn't even consciously entered his mind before he hears himself say it.]
There's a gazebo in the park, on the side closer to the Twins' Manor. It tends to be pretty deserted early in the morning and late at night.
[…Wait, what ( ... )
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[She's been there before, has vague recollections of that gazebo. Her more vivid thoughts are remembrances of following a family home and murdering them so that the man she'd met (blood red string tied to her finger, yes) might make himself a meal of them.
She folds her shudder inward - burying it beneath resolve, swallows, nods impassively.]
Shall it be early morning or late at night? Do you get to choose everything?
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No; your choice.
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