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𝔇𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔦𝔣 ([personal profile] hjadningavig) wrote2025-08-23 08:42 pm
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[personal profile] burner4ccount 2025-08-31 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
... Then we agree.

[Even though their earlier actions had been coincidental, maybe these won't be.

Elan doesn't search the stare that meets his -- he's seen enough at this point to know that they'll probably go all the way through with this, and that's fine with him. It's not that he hadn't been interested in checking the grave, but that the grave itself had seemed to stand as something completely removed; not quite real, to the point where he's not sure even burying himself would yield anything.

And so, he'll stand and start making his way out of the roses. The greenhouse isn't far, at least.]
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[personal profile] burner4ccount 2025-09-02 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
[There are entirely too many people who are in accord with him killing off Gabimaru (and generally killing off Gabimaru, but that’s a thought for tomorrow’s Troupe), it must be stated for the record.

And I could in fact make us do the entirety of the rest of this PC with no dialogue but I’ll be merciful. They do make it to the greenhouse and all the way back in silence, though, anticipatory or merely focused or otherwise.

Elan stands in front of his own grave again and that’s when he pulls out the handkerchief. The flowerbed of roses is, as always, in the way.]

These roses are always more trouble than they’re worth.

[He’s going to set to work uprooting them in a large enough area to complete the main purpose of this.]