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/    Intro.. <3

⛓️          MEURSAULT  BDAY  !!!!!!!

“you- you’re sure?” sinclair stammered over his words, eyes wide as he stumbled slightly, attempting to allow himself to balance on his feet awkwardly. his head was slightly lowered, a breath leaving him as he relaxed his shoulders, brushing himself off quietly. “my mind? no, i.. i’m okay. this has just been.. a lot, i guess. we’re really doing a lot of stuff.” his voice was quiet, and he shuffled on his feet. a surprised noise left his throat at the contact of don quixote’s hand resting atop his head, eyes snapping upward to actually look at her. “wh- what’re you doing-?”

GALLOP  ON,  @eleventhsins! ⠀⠀ “nothing  i  cannot  endure!”    says  don  quixote,  a  flicker  of  pride  in  her  voice,  even  after  narrowly  sidestepping  sinclair  as  he  nearly  barreled  into  her  mid—battle,  thrown  off  by  a  peccatulum's  wild  strike.    the  group  has  been  busy  lately,  picking  up  side  missions  while  they  wait  for  the  confirmed  location  of  the  next  golden  bough  yet  to  be  retrieved.    and  the  toll  is  showing⸻fatigue  drags  at  their  limbs,  dulls  their  reflexes.    among  them  all,  the  youngest  sinner  seems  to  be  unraveling  the  fastest.    “mm..    but  what  of  thee?    doth  something  weigh  upon  thy  mind?”    as  she  asks,  her  hand  suddenly  comes  to  rest  atop  his  head  in  a  casual,  almost  absent—minded  petting  gesture.    huh..    fluffy  hair.

“i don’t think that’ll happen as long as we stay low-!” sinclair’s voice wavered, a look of uncertainty finally showing on his face. maybe don quixote was right — a battle would be inevitable — and sinclair would have to fight alongside the other sinners simply to do what he was required to. “but if you really want to fight first, you can go ahead.. as long as it doesn’t look like it’ll get us killed. i think.” he finally said after a few seconds of consideration, shaking his head with a deep sigh. if only he was as confident to go into a battle as she was, maybe he’d be more willing to go headfirst, too.

GALLOP  ON,  @eleventhsins! ⠀⠀ “nay,  i  cannot  abide!    i  do  fear  plain  parley  shall  avail  us  naught  this  time…    and  with  such  villainy  afoot,  a  clash  is  but  certain!”    ah…    there  she  goes  again,  veering  off  on  another  tangent.    with  each  passing  second,  her  restlessness  grows,  and  even  dante's  firm  command  for  don  quixote  to  stay  put  is  starting  to  lose  its  hold.    can't  really  talk  her  out  of  it,  huh?    “we  must  act  with  haste⸻and  n͟o͟w!    what  if  they  strike  ere  we  do?!”

a small noise left the boy’s throat, a look of hurt passing over him, just for a bit, as he allowed his breath to calm itself. sinclair’s head was reeling, a headache already forming. he wouldn’t want to bother dante later, but if things started looking worse for him — all things considered — he’d really have no choice. oh, that would /suck/. “i.. i guess you’re right,” the small admittance fell past his lips, eyes downcast. he tensed slightly when don quixote approached him again, already preparing himself for /another/ beating despite having registering her words (and yet not properly processing them) mere seconds prior, he almost froze in surprise. the contact caused him to pause, grounding himself as the blood was wiped away. “o- oh,” he blinked slowly, watching her quietly. “..thank you. you didn’t, uhm, have to do that..” he trailed off, uncertainty obvious.

GALLOP  ON,  @eleventhsins! ⠀⠀ upon  hearing  sinclair's  almost  hushed  voice  behind  her,  she  casts  a  quick  glance  over  her  shoulder.    “had  i  not  laid  hands  upon  thee,  thou  wouldst  have  been  lost  to  wrath!    yet  now,  thy  senses  return,  does  it  not?”    after  his  uneventful  reunion  with  kromer  and  don  quixote's  own  near—pummeling  of  him,  the  other  sinner  appears  to  be  dejected.    and  now,  the  guilt  is  starting  to  creep  in.    “was  i  too  rough?    forgive  me..    ‘twas  mine  only  recourse⸻    ah!    thy  nose  is  still  bleeding..!”    while  gripping  her  lance  in  her  dominant  hand,  she  hurries  to  him,  lifting  her  other  arm  to  gently  wipe  a  smear  of  blood  from  his  face  with  the  edge  of  her  sleeve.

GALLOP  ON,  @insomnarach-! ⠀⠀ actively  bleeding  from  her  lower  abdomen,  yet  she  doesn't  seem  too  worried,  even  smiling  as  she  speaks.    it's  as  if  she's  been  through  this  so  many  times  before  that  it  no  longer  fazes  her.    “oh,  this?    ‘tis  but  a  scratch!    i  appreciate  thy  concern,  but  worry  not,  kind  stranger!”

&.      !!!

@suenoimposibIe / ?

“I’m not going to eat you;  I already ate today but I’m just letting you know for future reference.”   there’s no emotion on her face,  leaning against a wall as long,  spindly spider—like appendages wrap around her body.  
            
            the woman tilts her head,  in awe—or curiosity.  “and I’m not going to wreck havoc on anyone else.  Though,  I appreciate your concern for others;  trying to deter me in the future may not be so  (  ..  )  successful in the past.”

GALLOP  ON,  @canniluvs! ⠀⠀ huh?    do  bloodfiends  have  that  kind  of  effect  on  people?    don  quixote  steps  back  carefully,  letting  out  an  awkward  laugh  to  ease  the  tension.    she  has  a  busy  day  ahead..  and  getting  eaten  isn't  on  the  agenda.    “um,  haha..    i  reckon  i  would  not  taste  so  fair!    mayhap  seek  thee  another  meal..?”    she  tries  to  steer  the  other's  attention  away,  but  almost  instantly  reconsiders,  realizing  what  might  unfold.    “…   HOLD,  nay!    harm  not  the  innocents⸻”
            
            ⚔ ﹕⠀⠀IT'S  OKAY!!!!!  i  passed  out  after  asking  for  the  other  one..  so  i  kinda  forgot  too  LOL

there’s a quiet little giggle that comes from the woman,  she stands much taller than the other,  a clear differential in height.  “You remind me of the men back home,  half my size,  very short.  You would be useful,  but as a man?  Not so much.”  Her choice of words are odd,  but it seems to come off as a poorly worded compliment of sorts?  Considering she’s smiling at them.

GALLOP  ON,  @canniluvs! ⠀⠀ “prithee,  excuse  me⸺!    i  am  n͟o͟t  so  short  as  thou  wouldst  jest!!!!!    let  not  mine  appearance  deceive  thee,  for  i  am  far  more  than  what  i  seem!”    the  shortest  among  her  colleagues  chimes  in,  whining⸻her  height  clearly  a  sensitive  subject.    not  that  she’s  wrong  though…    honestly,  who  could  even  handle  a  comically  oversized  jousting  lance  at  that  size?

GALLOP  ON,  @butterfIyvamp! ⠀⠀ “i  do  partake  in  all  manner  of  festivities  and  revels!    be  it  birthdays,  triumphs,  or  fairs⸻if  there  be  cause  for  mirth,  thou  shalt  find  me  amidst  it,  making  merry  with  the  rest!”    as  usual,  don  quixote  beams  with  a  wide  smile.    she  loves  celebrating  nearly  every  holiday,  often  offering  to  host  small  gatherings  for  her  coworkers.    with  a  curious  tilt  of  her  head,  she  leans  in.    “mm,  prithee,  why  dost  thou  ask?”