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wildestlogs2021-12-09 11:37 am
unsealthecatbox) wrote in wildestlogs2021-12-09 11:37 am
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Not a Moment Alone When You're Part of This Group
Who: Locked to Bunny, Dan, and Ange
What: Checking on the lonely girl over here
Where: Edge of the Camp
When: A week after the camp was established
Warnings/Notes: N/A
They're all probably going to move on from here soon, Ange is certain of that. She doesn't feel particularly ready to do that yet.
Despite that, she has tried hard to get used to life in this magical fantasy land. This is not her first time as a runaway, pursued by powerful people who absolutely would harm or kill you if given the chance. True, in her world those who did were just normal brutes and ruthless pursuers, not monsters with debilitating auras or women with straw hats, but the core of all was still intact: she was on the run.
...the part where she has to stay in abandoned troll markets, forage for food, and be in proximity to what amounts to a small community of the strangest people she has ever met is new, though. That so many can be considered supernatural, or some even are obviously not human, doesn't bother her as much as she thought it would, but it still is a change.
Still, Ange has been generally her usual loner self. She doesn't really seek anyone, most of her interactions being because she stumbled upon someone or because she was woken up early in the morning by some insomniac wanting to play two truths and one lie. Looking for sustenance and gathering supplies from the market is done alone more often than not. Cooking is a one-person activity, and meals are taken alone, although within sight of anyone in the camp. More often than not her face still has that neutral, unwelcoming expression. Anyone who has been paying attention to the whereabouts of other people would notice Ange Ushiromiya hasn't been mingling around much.
Today is no different. As usual, she's at the edge of the camp, with a pile of leather bags recovered from the market, trying to figure out which ones are good enough to be taken for the trip. It's easy enough work, really, allowing her mind to wander and interact with other people.
Prime target for any of the more sociable individuals of the group, really!
What: Checking on the lonely girl over here
Where: Edge of the Camp
When: A week after the camp was established
Warnings/Notes: N/A
They're all probably going to move on from here soon, Ange is certain of that. She doesn't feel particularly ready to do that yet.
Despite that, she has tried hard to get used to life in this magical fantasy land. This is not her first time as a runaway, pursued by powerful people who absolutely would harm or kill you if given the chance. True, in her world those who did were just normal brutes and ruthless pursuers, not monsters with debilitating auras or women with straw hats, but the core of all was still intact: she was on the run.
...the part where she has to stay in abandoned troll markets, forage for food, and be in proximity to what amounts to a small community of the strangest people she has ever met is new, though. That so many can be considered supernatural, or some even are obviously not human, doesn't bother her as much as she thought it would, but it still is a change.
Still, Ange has been generally her usual loner self. She doesn't really seek anyone, most of her interactions being because she stumbled upon someone or because she was woken up early in the morning by some insomniac wanting to play two truths and one lie. Looking for sustenance and gathering supplies from the market is done alone more often than not. Cooking is a one-person activity, and meals are taken alone, although within sight of anyone in the camp. More often than not her face still has that neutral, unwelcoming expression. Anyone who has been paying attention to the whereabouts of other people would notice Ange Ushiromiya hasn't been mingling around much.
Today is no different. As usual, she's at the edge of the camp, with a pile of leather bags recovered from the market, trying to figure out which ones are good enough to be taken for the trip. It's easy enough work, really, allowing her mind to wander and interact with other people.
Prime target for any of the more sociable individuals of the group, really!
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It's a calling, and in another life that calling may have led him to medicine or childcare or running a halfway house or tending a garden, but in this life, it's left him roaming the world looking for people in need of someone stubbornly in their corner. He doesn't know if Ange is one of those people, but he suspects she could be, and if the possibility is there he wants to leave her options open.
"We'd appreciate the company whenever you want to give it, Ange. This campsite, the next one, whenever."
Like Bunny, Dan's thinking of what this means for when their adventure as a whole here ends, if it ever does - that thought scares Dan more than it does Bunny. Bunny's been operating under a global and immortal context for a long time, where one can't get as attached to individuals because all individuals will eventually, at best, grow and die and leave; Dan's not as braced for the idea of just never seeing some of these people again, now that he's come to care for them. Once attached, Dan doesn't know how to weather letting go.
So he's scared of what happens when this journey ends.
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Not a word of thanks because she's trying to keep it a bit impersonal, as if they had agreed to meet to talk about very important matters instead of, well, having a meal and generally having a calm moment.
Bunny's comment about she having experience coaxes a shrug, a little bit tense. "You could say that. It's a long story, and I don't feel like reenacting One Thousand and One Nights with you guys" she says, and adds: "No offense. There are sore topics involved"
Very sore topics. On the mundane side of everything, after almost twelve years of being treated like trash by everyone, now people are after her and using her because of her inherited fortune. On the magic side of everything, witches dangle the truths she obsessively wants and they use it to manipulate her for their own amusement.
Definitely the sort of thing she keeps close to the vest -- not for concern they won't believe her, or because they will treat her with pity, but because it's a lot of open wounds.
Ange extends a bag towards them.
"Have this as my thanks for today. You're going to need one, won't you?"