FOR THOSE WE HAVE LOST | FRAY'S PALACE

[bloodweapon]

Welcome to the Vault. Let your judgment begin.
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[speedingticket]

[ Rutile is here, unfortunately... Now he knows these things are appropriately called palaces and not movies, he knows a little better what to expect.

(What is a movie, then?)

He hates the feeling of being watched, it pricks at his skin, and as much as he hates to admit...it almost feels like the calamity, on nights when it's full and looms near the earth...

He'll step closer to his neighbor, who is now his accountabilibuddy because no way in hell is he going at this alone. ]

I'm scared...

[ He whispers this to her, but that doesn't stop him from looking around... Is there any readily apparent source of the being watched feeling? ]

[gardenful]

[ She’s here to put a comforting hand on his arm. ]

We’ll be okay.

[ Well, hopefully. But she knows positivity is effective in palaces and so she will continue to be as much. ]

[speedingticket]

[ Hand on arm? No, they are holding hands (platonic) now. ]

We will. [ Deep breaths...

He watches as everyone goes towards the windows. The last thing he wants to do is be left behind, so he turns to her— ]

Should we follow them?

[gardenful]

[ What’s more comforting than holding hands? Nothing! So she’ll give Rutile’s hand a squeeze. ]

…We should.

[ She feels a pull towards one herself, after all. ]

[bloodweapon]

[Unfortunately not. No matter where you go, no matter what you choose to do, that feeling will not fade at all. It seems that there's no means of figuring out who or what the watcher is.]

[speedingticket]

[ AHH... He hates this...

Hey is there a moon visible past the windows? Just for personal reference— ]