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[fogsong]

You up for talking about that nen shit? Like is that an offer still on the table?

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[crossreversed]

It is. I take it you've resolved your issues with your abilities?

[fogsong]

I accomplished what I needed to. [ Sort of. She did find Riteior. ] I'm dealing with a separate issue now but there's less wear with that. It'll be over by the end of this month. Coldblood shit.

[crossreversed]

Have you also decided who you want to keep an eye on you if it takes longer than just the initial awakening for you to get your aura under control?

[fogsong]

I've got people I can turn to, yeah. [ Has she asked them yet? No. ]

[crossreversed]

Good. The best time to do this is when you're well rested and alert, very little has as much influence on this as your state of mind.

[fogsong]

Got it. I'm visiting a healer later to deal with a current issue but we can meet up after if you want?

[crossreversed]

That's fine. Your place?

[fogsong]

My place. Do you need directions?

[crossreversed]

Yes.

[He does not, but it's polite to pretend he does.]

[fogsong]

[ Thank you for being polite. She'd have bitched at him if he told her the truth.

He'll get an image of a carefully hand-drawn map. The directions are detailed and begin at the Crenshaw lamp and end at a surprisingly accurate sketch of her cottage along with tiny depictions of her and her mother above it framing the words OUR HOUSE. It will never really be just her house. ]

I'll be here in an hour. You can show up any time after that.

[crossreversed]

[Chrollo arrives about fifteen minutes after Sharon gets home, and knocks on the door. He hasn't brought anything unusual with him except the machete he uses to get through the frequent overgrowth]

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[fogsong]

[ After her conversation with Taro ]

How'd you die down there? [ Taro said he didn't ask because it didn't seem polite. Sharon doesn't care about that. ]

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[crossreversed]

Eaten alive until I took other measures.

[Chrollo could have fought more, harder, but he didn't want this to become a whole thing the way previous Sleepers going against Patron Pthumerians had been.]

[fogsong]

[ It takes her a good half an hour before she texts back. She might have typed out stupid motherfucker a few times but never dared to hit send. It's not her place to be upset over this but, fuck, it feels like it was preventable. ]

You holding up all right?

[crossreversed]

Yes. I've been in worse pain, and washing up is easier a second time.

Dying, especially here, doesn't bother me.

[fogsong]

Worse pain than being eaten alive? All right. Cool. Glad you're handling it all right. [ She's not sure if that irritates her or not (it does). ]

Death really doesn't bother you?

[crossreversed]

Not at all. The things I truly care about will continue on without me, and if there's somewhere souls go when we die, I can see my friends again.

[fogsong]

[ There's a few things there she wants to ask about but limits herself to this: ] Have you lost a lot of friends?

[crossreversed]

Yes.

[fogsong]

That's shitty.

[crossreversed]

We knew what we were getting into. I try to avenge their deaths when I can, but I haven't always succeeded. Sometimes it's too much risk that more of us will die.

[Or too difficult to steal people's abilities, like with the Zoldycks. If he has to face off against Silva again, with or without Zeno, he'll have to just go for the kill. They're too clever and wary. Even the Troupe members who weren't there at the beginning are still his people.]

[fogsong]

It can't make it that much easier. Loss sucks even when you know to expect it. [ Then again, the possibility is never real for her until it is. ] Does avenging them help?

early april

[martyrofduty]

What magic abilities/experience do you have with moving vehicles?

early april

[offinventory]

What'd you get caught stealing?