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Who: Noric Pellaeon and Xavier Elder
Where: the Sacred City
When: Year 199 - 20?
What: The End

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Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

[frowns]

Harder than it looks. I can't make any useful trades when we're here.

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

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[the kind of scuffling around the indicates he's changing out of his Ophiuchus clothing.]

Not even in the Lepus settlements?

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

Lepus lends some aid, due to my being Lepus, not because of anything else. I suppose that counts for something.

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

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[comes back out, in plainer clothes.]

Have you considered writing some books for trade? They're scarce, so I'm sure you could find someone who would want to trade for it.

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

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I'll need materials.

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

There's always the marketplace. You may need to do some physical chores to pay for things, you know.

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

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[frowns, physical chores...]

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

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But if we plant our own, we'll only have to seek out herbs once.

[crosses to the little pantry cupboard, and starts pulling out supplies for a meal.]

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

Didn't we have some seeds left over? Let me see what I can do.

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

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I think so. [waves a hand towards a box on the floor] In there. Just make sure you've prepared the earth before putting them in.

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes]

No. Really?

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

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[slicing vegetables, doesn't bother turning around.]

I am just saying, Xavier.

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

I know, I know.

[checks the box]

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

[there are indeed a few seeds in there, two or three different types.]

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

[picking them out, muttering about their various uses to himself]

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

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[there's a sharp clatter behind him as a knife hits the floor.]

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

[looks up]

Noric?

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

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[bracing one hand on the counter, the other clawed against his chest, fingers digging into his shirt. that's when the trailing edges of pain reach you.]

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

[oh crap, still trying to get up and grab him]

Noric, stop, what's happening?

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

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[strained]

I-- I don't--

[hisses as the pain settles across his chest, burning and gnawing.]

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

Noric, calm down. You're here, you're safe.

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

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[but it's not going away. drags in a ragged breath.]

Something's... wrong.

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

What do you mean? What are you feeling?

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

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It's in me. I-it's in me and it's trying to...

[screws his eyes shut against the feeling.]

Re: [Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

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[hesitantly, lets the feeling bleed into him and shudders]

Noric. It's... something's eating you.