#B91600

[heartsteals]

My companions in kidnapping,

I've yet to see anyone make note of it in this most public forum, so I will do it myself: I would recommend you don't undertake the Quest requiring you to steal color from others. Firstly I do not know how you would accomplish this. But that is not the problem - recall that some have lost color in the past, and it is most often the result of a grievous Injury or temporary Death or some other type of curse from the town. Based on this we should assume for the moment that losing color is a bad thing, and to be avoided.

This begs the question of why such a Quest would be given to us in the first place. Indeed when I look back I see little benefit we have gained from fulfilling even those quests that are harmless outside of food or clothing. I have been here since the Start, and was willing to play along with these little games, but it has been many months with little results. As it is Winter, we should focus simply on surviving for the moment, but I would also like us to brainstorm how to move forward with our escape.

I am considering a sturdier Boat in which a small amount of us could travel across the lake. If anyone has experience in building these things your assistance would be appreciated in the future.

I am also considering trying to contact whatever lives here or watches over us here directly.

Your thoughts?

PS: I am feeling as of late a terrible chill in my bones and think that there is perhaps a sickness spreading around town. Do be careful.

Yours,
Lupin

Comments

[interlucere]

[ She notices his dress first, and that it's clearly not anything like the clothing they have been left with here. It isn't anything like what they wear back home either, but she likes the look of it quite a bit. Crisp and respectable, with a bit of flair. Hm.

The bow immediately makes her think of some of the other nobles she's encountered in Demacia, and while it's easy for her to fall into a rhythm, Lux fights hard against it. It helps that his smile is positively infectious, and she can't help but return it to him. ]

That's right. But please, call me Lux. And I don't mind. I doubt anything I would get from standing outside is worse than what I already have. [ Does she really believe that's reassuring? ] Shall we, then?

[heartsteals]

That doesn't really make me feel better.

[ he responds dryly, arching a brow at her, but nods, going ahead and opening the door before gesturing for her to go ahead first. ]

Oh. I should tell you that I'm pretty sure they can listen to us anywhere, whether we're writing to each other or not... Not to be a downer, but it's good to know.

[interlucere]

[ She isn't saying it to make him feel any better or worse, but simply stating a fact. Whether she shrugs at his displeasure or his comment about their captor is hard to say, and as she leads him toward Flavo, Lux glances back at Lupin from over her shoulder. ]

I figured as much. I'm used to the walls having ears, but that doesn't mean I'll make it any easier for him to keep track of what's been said by whom.

[heartsteals]

Fair enough. I'm the last person who'd tell you to be less careful.

[ he takes off his hat as they enter, tucking it under one arm, and moves to sit on the edge of one of the pews - a little disrespectful, maybe, but if there's a god watching over this town, Lupin's pretty sure they don't have his best interests in mind. ]

I did find out something interesting before I left to come see you, though. Did you happen to break your mirror, by any chance?

[interlucere]

[ She might not be overly religious herself, but Lux still winces a smile as he sits on the edge of the pew. Quick to brush that transgression under the rug, however, she steps past him, taking a seat on the same pew. Hands in lap, ankles crossed—the picture of poise and elegance. ]

Ah, well...

[ She hasn't told anyone yet, but... ]

Accidentally, yes. It slipped out of my hands.

[heartsteals]

[ definitely some kind of noble, he notes... although the way she wrote suggested as much already. ]

That might be the root of our problems. [ gesturing idly with one hand. ] I was speaking to someone else feeling under the weather - fine, save for the fact that he's a demon who's never gotten sick in his life. Both of us had broken our mirrors. Now, three people is a small number to draw a conclusion from, so I'll just call it a guess... but it's about as reasonable as the other things that have happened to us here.

[interlucere]

[ She frowns deeply, lips drawn together in a fine line. That is a problem, but there's something else that tugs at her. ]

What do you mean "other things"? Has something like this happened before?

[heartsteals]

Of a sort. There was a time when we were all followed around by birds that spoke to us, and those of us who failed to heed their warnings were punished, for example.

[ probably more, too, but that one's the most similar to this one - so far, anyway. ]