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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

... {This doesn't feel right, Sycamore. Something is wrong.} What is this? What are you two doing? [Desmond backs up the other way, trying to keep Charlie behind him and shielded. he couldn't comprehend the situation at hand. why couldn't he comprehend it?]

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Hideout? Are you hiding...? *I'm not quite certain... Could she have fallen as we did..?* (We can't leave a child behind. We can't—) ...? [Sycamore takes notice of the way the young girl's smile falters when she sees their companion.] Is something the matter?

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

I have studied a myriad of languages if you need assistance. [Desmond makes certain to come back from the ledge, so that the child doesn't follow danger.] Are you lost? [... Something feels.. off.]

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

It's the amusement park here, the city should be *behind* us, if it isn't ripped apart like this path i— [He'd been ignoring the complaints for the most part, but the sound was startling enough to make his head whip over his shoulder. A.. little girl?] Ah... we are speaking English..?

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

[Without a word, Desmond walks closer towards it, peering off into the void. His insides churned with unsettling dread. This felt much, much different from the stream they came from.]

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

... Sycamore. [Out of habit, his voice sounded growly ever so slightly. He clears his throat before he continues.] If my suspicions are correct, we may be on the outskirts of Pumpkin Park. We can reach into the city through the forest, or.. (Why do I feel as if the edge is the only answer...)

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

It should have led us where Mister Ross was last. Monte d'Or, most likely. [He stares upon the crumbled forest that serves now as the edge of a cliff, torn down to its very concept, fading, floating into an abyss.] How vexing... I've no idea what could have caused this.

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

[Desmond silently watches the other, trying not to linger his gaze upon the pendant.] {You ask us to stay silent, yet do not hesitate to ask a question?} [Picking himself up again, he ever slightly limps, but gracefully hides his injured leg behind the other.] ...

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

[His spine retracts, allowing him to lay down comfortably again. Desmond's leg bleeds a dark crimson.] ... It will not be necessary to waste your ribbon. I'll be fine.

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

[Desmond exhales slowly, covering his eyes to momentarily calm himself.] ... It was burrowing into me like a termite. I hated the feeling.

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

[Ignoring their demands, the silence is broken by the sound of bark snapping. Desmond tore into his ankle, and with that pain came the loosening of his grip onto Charlie—slipping and falling onto the ground. Thankfully, the bump on his head he'd recieve wasn't too severe, due to the other's effort.]

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

[Desmond's efforts allowed him to tug the tendrils along with him, but it still refused to let go. pins and needles into his very being. one of his arms remained near Charlie, while the other tries to fend off the stream—resorting to slowly ripping at his own leg with wooden claws with a grunt.]

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

If you haven't noticed- kh— [the tendrils dig deeper into the crevices of his woodlike skin, trying to split Desmond apart.] I'm snagged on something. Spare me a moment while I let you down. [as promised, he begins to extend his arms and lower Charlie to the ground, making sure to correctly

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

end in sight - littered with more and more living seams like the one that brought them there. shock took a hold of Desmond's expression, looking for a safe method of getting down as the two remain dangling like cave bats.] ... Wh .. where ?

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

-ankles, as if Desmond himself was the parasite it was looking to purge. no matter what he felt, he refused to lose Marshall and Charlie; letting his pseudo flesh unravel and hold onto them tightly. soon, they were on the other side. a broken, empty forest that expanded for miles with seemingly no

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

.... Yes. I do believe it means we— AH!! [the still air had changed course; a sudden drop. dark tendrils wrapped around Desmond's legs, pulling him—and Marshall, by extension—deeper into the stream. it stung like hell to be plunged into waters that rattled his wooden insides. razors dug into his-

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

[With an exasperated groan, Descole drops onto the mattress, hugging their arms close together. ]

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 27/08/2026

Ow- ...Because your life is precious? I do not understand why we are having this conversation in the first place.

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 26/08/2026

E-excuse me..?? I am not flus— [They can feel their cheeks burning; they groan in embarrassment.] You're going to make me reconsider.

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 20/08/2026

They're just an ancient civilization of human beings like any other. Some were abhorrent, some were normal — just like any other. You're British, for fuck's sake. You should know better. Targent is our true enemy. The Azran means nothing to them but tools. Do not stoop to their way of thinking.

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 20/08/2026

Yes, I've come to terms with them being a civilization like any other, but they are not our Gods.

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 20/08/2026

Pff— HA! HAHAHAHA! You claim yourself as "the original"? Oh, you are much more naive than I imagine. There is not a single one who can claim that right. We're all just play pieces that perform the same song and dance in miniscule ways. Anyhow, no. I do not sing their praises.

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 20/08/2026

That's because we are the same, idiot. I meant using it as you would say God's name in vein.

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 20/08/2026

...A man? What is wrong with you. And why are you using the Azran's name like that—

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 17/08/2026

That's quite a lot "no"s, curiously. [Desmond sighs, knowing there shall be no answer for him regardless. The air grows a bit thicker the deeper they go, following a glowing trail from one of the roots. It fluctuates into normalcy shortly after, popping their ears.] -..Ah. Goodness.

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 15/08/2026

[it does. it hurts more than one can bear. but they endure. they endured the burning of their organs. endured the feeling of their flesh seering. a slight shudder comes from his shoulders, but nothing more as Desmond looks over his shoulder, watching Charlie.] Something catch your attention?

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 12/08/2026

[Descole steps back into Desmond, choosing to hide for the rest of their way through the stream. One of his spinal branches, smaller, extends out to allow one to grab a hold. Desmond sinks down below and unseen, beyond these visions of other worlds.]

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 11/08/2026

. . . . [the two remain silent for quite a while, giving Marshall a moment of respite before continuing.] (*If* you choose to accept another chance at life, I have my own method of bending rules. But only *you* can make that decision. Now.. Will you follow the roots I've laid across the stream?

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 11/08/2026

Your spouse is ALIVE, and you choose to just-! Just WANDER OFF AND THROW IT ALL AWA-} (Be quiet, Descole! Keep it to yourself.) {GGRRHH..!}

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 11/08/2026

{You moron, I never made such claims! It was to prove that *YOU* aren't the only..!} (Lower your voice.) {You.. You are hypocritical. Pushing some made up narrative that we can rebuild our life, yet what about you??

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 11/08/2026

{You don't think my purpose for BEING was no thanks to the Azran either?! To Targent!?! I *AM* finished! All I drag around on this forsaken earth is a damned corpse of a man!} (....) (No. It isn't easy.)

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 11/08/2026

{Oh hush.} (We haven't been in practice for over 10 years.) {So that's it? You give up? I envy such an ability. No one ever allows me to do so.} (This isn't even the best way to go, truly.)

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 11/08/2026

{Where did she even find this in the first place...} Alright, fine. [kneeling down, they give the flare gun to her and point it accurately up towards the sky before letting go.] Be careful now.

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 11/08/2026

.... [they sigh.] If you let me supervise how you shoot it, then you can have it back. No running off.

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 11/08/2026

We're all bad luck. Now stop looking too far ahead. The only path that matters is the one that you have right now.

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❒︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⬧︎♓︎♎︎♏︎⬧︎ @brokenhusk.bsky.social · 10/08/2026

... [glancing to their side, they are careful not to let it fall.] {Affectionate again. Intriguing.} (It's the hound, certainly.)

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