Alphinaud; Catch-all

[misstrust]

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[arcsplainist]

Goodness, to phrase it such...

[ At least she's in good spirits... ]

We are more well acquainted now, anyroad. It would still feel much too brazen for anyone I had only just met.

[ But he's old fashioned. ]

[misstrust]

You're very polite, you know that? Although I suppose there are other words for it...

... But thank you.

[arcsplainist]

[ He gives a short laugh, soft and quiet. ]

My parents did raise me so... But of course, Dorothy.

I should let you rest.

[misstrust]

Not everyone can be so fortunate. [ A tad softly, but she smiles and offers him a nod. ]

I'll be better tomorrow, I'm sure. Good night, Alphinaud.

[arcsplainist]

[ He nods, and stands. ]

Sleep well, Dorothy.

w3; friday

[arcsplainist]

[ While coming through the inn, Alphinaud spots none other than Dorothy lounging around on the sofas. He hadn't been able to speak with her yesterday, so he's relieved to see her today, even if she's in poor shape.

And kind of... staring around blankly. ]

You are feeling well enough to be about, Dorothy?

[ hello ]

[misstrust]

I'm not... dying, so--

[ Her head turns slightly in his direction, though she's looking above his head (it's not difficult). ]

... Yes. Alphinaud?

[ She's pretty sure it's him, but just to be sure. ]

[arcsplainist]

'Tis I.

[ Huh... He approaches, then sits across from her; when her eyes don't follow him, it's telling enough. ]

Have your eyes been affected, as well?

[misstrust]

Only since this morning. [ She... can only imagine what it would have been like to be thrown into trouble completely blind. Small blessings. ]

I've been trying to adjust, but it's taking a little more out of me than usual.

[ Or maybe it's the blood loss and the injuries, but. Eh. ]

[arcsplainist]

You mustn't strain yourself. You are only just beginning to recover from what you've been through, too.

[misstrust]

I should probably strain myself at least a little. [ Ruefully. ]

Since, from what I've heard, these murders are only continuing.

[arcsplainist]

[ ... ]

They are. The investigations have been underway.

[misstrust]

... Are you all right?

[arcsplainist]

As well as one can be. This outcome, while unfortunate, can only be expected.

[misstrust]

... I was truly hoping that it wouldn't be.

[arcsplainist]

As did I. But... it will only continue, until we can put an end to this.

[misstrust]

I think the problem here is how to put an end to this.

[ Since they don't seem to be doing so well on that front. ]

[arcsplainist]

About that, Dorothy...

[ He trails off briefly, then: ]

You are more than welcome to turn me away, should you wish, but I had hoped to ask for your perspective on what you had seen during your experiences yesterday.

[misstrust]

... Not here.

[ Definitely not in the lobby. ]

Week 4, Friday

[misstrust]

[ Dorothy doesn't really want to check out Yeehaw Town anymore, not on her crutches-- but there's Alphinaud, making his way back, and she blinks and lifts a hand in a wave.

Look, she doesn't know who can or can't hear right now. ]

[arcsplainist]

[ Yep, he's heading on out, slightly dirtied, somewhat exhausted, but otherwise doing okay. Along the way he catches Dorothy giving a wave, and decides to close the distance. She could probably use a walking buddy from the looks of it. ]

Good day, Dorothy. How fare you?

[misstrust]

Well, we still seem to be alive, spoopy.

[ She. Hates this. ]

Are you all right, spoopy?

[arcsplainist]

[ Wait. ]

I... yes.

[ A beat. Sorry, Dorothy. ]

"Spoopy"?

[misstrust]

I'm compelled to say it, spoopy. I couldn't tell you what it means, however-- spoopy.

[ fffffffffffffffff ]

[arcsplainist]

... I see—another one of the Realm's strange afflictions, then. Be at ease, my friend, I shall pay it no mind.

[ It's a little funny though. ]