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_{The Crow's Nest · Evening
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_______________________"When the song changes...

The man brandished a knife and spun the blade in the palm of his hand.

"...You are being hunted._______________________

It was caught by the edge between two fingers and passed with the grip toward the girl.

"Now get up. Get me my food."
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Akaia's eyes fluttered open.

It was late. Late enough that the day's light was beginning to fade. For exactly how long she'd been out she had no way of knowing but having met with another sunset after spending the last half of her yesterday running from one, was telling in and of itself. The short of it was that she had rested too long. There were things she needed to do. Not just for herself but as a senior member of the commune and even when considering the nature of her constant travel, she was not exempt from sharing the burden of their survival. She needed to get up.

Akaia shut her mouth and waited a few minutes for the chamber to be cleared of the pollen she'd released in her sleep. When it was done and she's been given a chime to let her know the air was clean, she found and flipped a latch along the edge of the capsule door and pushed against it. With a small hiss and a quiet 'pop', the seal was released and the door was propped up with ease allowing the girl to gingerly step out.

The first thing she noticed was the empty room. Cerise was nowhere to be seen, although there wouldn't have been much of a reason for her to be in the room at this time in the first place. Commune members were usually out and about during daylight hours working on projects here and there or spending time with each other. The same could be said for herself, had she been up, and Licorice who usually stuck by her side. However, having been in the room the entire time while she was asleep, she expected to at least see him, but the bird was also nowhere to be seen.

The second thing she noticed was the smell. The heavy stench of dirt and grime and mold that was rubbed into the fabric of her shirt and pants had stewed in the chamber with her while she slept, marinating herself in the stink of a world that had been left behind to rot. It stuck to her skin like glue and clung to every strand of hair. In another life, she wouldn't have cared and might have actually preferred it as a form of camouflage, but a certain commune member had put in the effort to teach her how to better care for her own hygiene. She was loath to disappoint or inconvenience her, especially since they shared a space. While a bath would have been preferred, given the loss of time and her slight confusion, that would have to wait until after she'd caught herself up with everyone else. For now, a change of clothes would have to do, and maybe something to tie up the mess that was her hair.

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The Sidhe would exit not long after, donning a plain black shirt and gray sweatpants. Her hair had been pulled back into a ponytail mostly to spare the other members from her disheveled appearance and had been tamed as best she could. Color had also returned to her skin and with eyes bright despite the pale, and a warm smile, she set about finding where best to make up the time she'd missed.

There was some strange urge to check on Amelia that drew her toward the center of the Crow's Nest, along with a need to find Cerise and Licorice. There was also the fact that she was yet to properly introduce herself to the newest face of the team. Her odd stares and the recent excursion into the city hardly counted as such and so she was determined to set that right. But as she approached the memorial of the fallen, the sound of laughter and music caught her attention. She turned to the source, the Great Room, in time to chance Erik leading Lysandra into Desmond's room and was reminded about the still lingering urge.

Wondering if perhaps the girl had woken up, she moved to the room and stood near the doorway to see what all the fuss was about.

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	G L O W 2021 _____________________ alice phoebe lou _____________________ glow _________

^{cocoa pebbles are yummy.}

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_{The Crow's Nest · Evening
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The return to the observatory was for the most part uneventful for Akaia. Exhausted beyond words and on the verge of collapse, she did little more than excuse herself from the group and find her room, only making it all the way there thanks in no small part to assistance from Cerise. Once she had shed enough of her gear to make sleep in her capsule comfortable, she gave the revenant a hug, climbed inside and shut the door before promptly passing out.

There she would remain for nearly the entire next day.

Licorice, however, was not one for long periods of rest when the crow needed so little of it. The next day found it restless, especially given the previous day's events and what was expected to come of it. Its reliance on Akaia's ability to gather what it needed was fundamental to its survival and recently, like everyone else, her supply was running low. Capable Revenants weren't the only ones struggling to keep a constant supply of blood beads. So after the departure of the three most senior members of the commune to the exchange, and a 'farewell'... or more accurately a dismissal of the smaller bird, Licorice retreated to the rafters of the Great Room and awaited their return there. As the others went about starting their day, the bird remained mostly out of the way, spending much of its time doing little else than fluffing its own feathers and picking at stray bugs that crawled out of dark corners and wooden beams. It wouldn't come down again until Poppy, Erik and Ajax returned with their prize.

They were met with a steep dive and a hard break that landed the bird, gently, on the lid of one of the crates. Almost immediately it began to tap on the box and while to some it may have seemed like a bout of curiosity had overtaken it, to the three, it was obvious what the crow needed, especially since the Sidhe who usually fetched it was still asleep.

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For the rest of the day's afternoon, Licorice would spend time flying circles around the observatory, following Cerise into the garden, checking on Akaia... and refusing to participate in the madness that was everyone consuming Poppy's cake. Clearly the Commune was losing its mind.

Aesithas, a D&D 5e Experiment by Fading Memory

Awesome! I think I'm looking at the Du'Eld. And I'll be a little slow working out the details as I'm currently still at work.

Aesithas, a D&D 5e Experiment by Fading Memory

Is there still room for this?

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	H U L L A B A L O O 2022 _____________________ the last artful, dodgr _____________________ hullabaloo (single) _________

^{i am stuck at diamond.}

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	G I V E M E A K I S S 2022 _____________________ lolo zouaï _____________________ give me a kiss (single) _________

^hullabaloo.

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	G L I D E 2022 _____________________ d smoke _____________________ glide (single) _________

^{a janitor.}

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_{The Ruined City | Outskirts · Late Evening
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The bench was cold. And hard. And uncomfortable to most. However, most were not Akaia. As far as the Sidhe was concerned, the stone seat where the two girls found their respite was a cushion that threatened to lure her into a deep sleep. A sleep she refused to accept. They were still far from home and although relatively safe, it was never a good idea for her to rest her head in the open when beyond the walls of the Crow's Nest. So instead of listening to that voice in the back of her head telling her how exhausted she was, she focused on the blanket of warmth pressed against her. A body standing between herself and the cold night air that cut her cheek and slipped under the folds of her shirt. It was yet another reminder of what she'd lost that day but also a reassurance of what she hadn't.

She reached up and gently pinched a spot of skin on Cerise's arm. "How are you?" She asked, making a show of studying the indent she left behind. It was obvious however by the blank stare that she had already forgotten why this was important. It was also obvious by the way she chewed her lip that she was taking the time to construct a sentence. "You did not get hurt. Today?"

As she waited for Cerise to answer, Akaia freed one of her arms from around Cerise's and reached into her satchel to retrieve a tin. Very shortly after, Licorice landed nearby and hopped over to stand in front of both girls.

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	T I E T H E K N O T 2022 _____________________ syd _____________________ broken hearts club _________

^{the internet.}