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[hewwo.
mathis has retrieved his belongings, dressed more normally (for a visual novel definition of normal), and marginally less panicked than yesterday...
but it's still difficult for him to approach others. if camille feels like she's being watched... well, that would be mathis, who is doing a bad job at hiding his fascination as he peers at her from wherever he's currently tucked himself against a wall.]
mathis has retrieved his belongings, dressed more normally (for a visual novel definition of normal), and marginally less panicked than yesterday...
but it's still difficult for him to approach others. if camille feels like she's being watched... well, that would be mathis, who is doing a bad job at hiding his fascination as he peers at her from wherever he's currently tucked himself against a wall.]
[good thing she's already met lucas and gale, less culture shock with you weirdass vidya and animes. She's normal and is in a sweater and jeans, both mere shades away from black.
She's keen enough to sense eyes on her back. When she spies the shy young lad with the Loreal hair cowering against the wall she feels an acute relief. As long as he doesn't turn out to be part of a haunting.
She tilts her head at him, smiling softly. Come out, kiddo.]
She's keen enough to sense eyes on her back. When she spies the shy young lad with the Loreal hair cowering against the wall she feels an acute relief. As long as he doesn't turn out to be part of a haunting.
She tilts her head at him, smiling softly. Come out, kiddo.]
[he keeps staring for a few seconds... thinking about it...
finally, he manages to emerge from his spot, hands fidgeting with the cloth of his coat.]
S-sorry... I didn't mean to stare, Madame...
finally, he manages to emerge from his spot, hands fidgeting with the cloth of his coat.]
S-sorry... I didn't mean to stare, Madame...
It's fine. You're all good.
[Here, she'll meet him halfway, taking a soft step or two closer. Her hands tuck into her back pockets and the smile stays congenial.]
Not a big people person?
[Here, she'll meet him halfway, taking a soft step or two closer. Her hands tuck into her back pockets and the smile stays congenial.]
Not a big people person?
No... I-I don't usually go out much...
[he's peak levels of shut-in, is the problem.]
Um, and I don't usually... see people who look like you.
[he's peak levels of shut-in, is the problem.]
Um, and I don't usually... see people who look like you.
Redheads?
[Even if she only qualifies by a slim margin. Wild guess here.]
[Even if she only qualifies by a slim margin. Wild guess here.]
Ah... um... n-not really...
[which is unfortunate, because his actual answer is-]
I... I meant your age.
[which is unfortunate, because his actual answer is-]
I... I meant your age.
Boarding school...?
[what is that. arpechele doesn't have those, i'm pretty sure.]
[what is that. arpechele doesn't have those, i'm pretty sure.]
A school away from home for rich kids. Usually single gender.
[But that's not it.]
You're telling me you've never seen a woman over thirty?
[But that's not it.]
You're telling me you've never seen a woman over thirty?
N-not... exactly.
[it's worse, actually.]
I've never seen anyone over twenty-three...
[it's worse, actually.]
I've never seen anyone over twenty-three...
What, are you living in the plot of Logan's Run?
[Or is it Children of the Corn? He may not have that backwater twang but maybe they made a euro-twink spin-off.]
Why not? Do they shoot you on your birthday or something?
[Or is it Children of the Corn? He may not have that backwater twang but maybe they made a euro-twink spin-off.]
Why not? Do they shoot you on your birthday or something?
The plot of... wh-what?
[he's too french for children of the corn, for sure.]
N-nobody shoots anyone-! [you mean with arrows right? arrows, right-] We just don't... live past then...
[he's too french for children of the corn, for sure.]
N-nobody shoots anyone-! [you mean with arrows right? arrows, right-] We just don't... live past then...
[that sounds supremely sus. The only way she can figure it works is murder but he looks terribly aghast at her first guess.
Maybe that's just his disposition though.]
Why not?
Maybe that's just his disposition though.]
Why not?
No one in our country does. The... the curse kills everyone by then. Making it all the way to twenty-three still isn't that common...
[so, you know, probably still supremely sus. sorry camille.]
[so, you know, probably still supremely sus. sorry camille.]
[hi what's up! that was probably a concerning conversation they had last time, huh?
it's not about to get better, because when she comes across mathis, he's sitting somewhere all curled in on himself, hands pressed to his head and tangled in his hair, eyes squeezed shut.
also there is one word visible among the ones that are currently hidden by the way he's holding himself. that fear is camille. lol.]
it's not about to get better, because when she comes across mathis, he's sitting somewhere all curled in on himself, hands pressed to his head and tangled in his hair, eyes squeezed shut.
also there is one word visible among the ones that are currently hidden by the way he's holding himself. that fear is camille. lol.]
Edited 2024-06-10 22:39 (UTC)
[JUST A BIT. Let me go back and tag it so i can figure out how concerned she is.
That said, she is absolutely double taking at the curve of the letters spelling out an all too familiar name. None of the lettering has been particularly positive, so what is she supposed to do here?
Camille clears her throat. Gently. Feeling grateful for the extra cover of her extra modest clothes.]
Hey. Mathis.
That said, she is absolutely double taking at the curve of the letters spelling out an all too familiar name. None of the lettering has been particularly positive, so what is she supposed to do here?
Camille clears her throat. Gently. Feeling grateful for the extra cover of her extra modest clothes.]
Hey. Mathis.
H-huh....?
[he barely glances up, looking- almost a little dazed, still holding his head.
very bad time for a headache.]
[he barely glances up, looking- almost a little dazed, still holding his head.
very bad time for a headache.]
You doing okay?
[Oof, looks rough. Worrying calligraphy aside the kid probably needs an aspirin more than a grilling.]
I think Alfyn has some painkillers in the works. You need me to go check?
[Oof, looks rough. Worrying calligraphy aside the kid probably needs an aspirin more than a grilling.]
I think Alfyn has some painkillers in the works. You need me to go check?
[Give her a fiver, she needs time to digest that.]
It just kills them? [Sounds like the Hollywood dream factory. Never grow old, die young and beautiful and tragic. Marketable. Camille shakes her head.] I don't get it, what kind of curse is that? What's the point?
It just kills them? [Sounds like the Hollywood dream factory. Never grow old, die young and beautiful and tragic. Marketable. Camille shakes her head.] I don't get it, what kind of curse is that? What's the point?
W-we don't know. Sometimes it happens earlier, but... everyone develops symptoms by the time they're around twenty-two at the latest... a-and no kind of treatment will stop it. Medicines won't... prolong anyone's life past that age.
[there's no cure for it, just inevitable death.]
[there's no cure for it, just inevitable death.]
What are the symptoms?
[Christ, what kind of world must that be? She can't imagine what state the economy is in. The government. A country ruled by hormonal waifs with a death sentence.
What a nightmare.]
How did it become a curse? You guys piss off a wizard?
[Christ, what kind of world must that be? She can't imagine what state the economy is in. The government. A country ruled by hormonal waifs with a death sentence.
What a nightmare.]
How did it become a curse? You guys piss off a wizard?
N-no. It just... happens...
[he shakes his head, with a stifled whine as the motion makes it briefly worse.]
[he shakes his head, with a stifled whine as the motion makes it briefly worse.]
Okay.
[No meds. Maybe that's for the best, at least coming from her. Was this something to do with the sickness he mentioned earlier?
Camille approaches gently, putting a hand to his back and rubbing softly.]
What can I do to help?
[No meds. Maybe that's for the best, at least coming from her. Was this something to do with the sickness he mentioned earlier?
Camille approaches gently, putting a hand to his back and rubbing softly.]
What can I do to help?
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