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And what do you think should be the next course of action? She's powerful in her own right, and she refuses to change her mind. I want to educate her in making good decisions but there is only so much I can do.

All the more reason for me to ...at least try to help, hm? So you're not alone in it. [ solidarity, mate. ]

I- I've tried to get her to listen by explaining the damage done by her promises. I'm not sure she understood. [ next course of action... It's tricky. ]

Thank you... I appreciate it. [Many of those who used to help are long gone now...]

I'm worried she does understand fully but the ends seem to justify the means for her... [Which would make her her brother's sister, in a weird cult-like way.] I have been doing so as well but more as a perspective shift, just so she understands.

[ he gives a swift nod, slightly fierce in nature. If he's going to help with anything, it's going to be this. He has to. ]

...that's even more terrifying, quite frankly.

Has it been working?

If she learns how to keep that stubborn streak without sacrificing her friends and relationships, she'd be a fine leader someday. [She has the resolution for it. Akabas...]

I'm going to have a less subtle approach about it. I've been implying it and incorporating it in everything from stories to dinner conversations, but she doesn't see it. She can recognise it's wrong, just not that behaviour in herself.

And what's she going to lead, out of curiosity?

[ just, uh. Curious. Since she seems to be going Full Fourth. ]

Ugh. [ he scoffs softly, sighing and shaking his head. ] Well, that's...frustrating. I suppose it's as they say: that you can bring a Thestral to water, but you can't make it drink.

I was speaking very liberally. Her brother was a CEO of a worldwide corporation at sixteen, Reira-dono easily could do the same and be an influential leader. Though now that you ask, I worry it'll be for god-related things...

[Tsukikage is so tired, man.] A thestral? What's that?

See? I was right to be sceptical. [ totally right. He's tired too. But he's here for you, man.

[ ...seriously. He moves a little closer, lightly touching Tsukikage's arm. For reassurance. ]

It's...a horse-like creature, I suppose. Invisible to most.

I'm going to be optimistic first. Cautious but optimistic. I believe in Reira-dono.

[She is both his ultimate strength and his weakness.

But Tsukikage smiles as Draco touches him and nods. He's glad he has his friends by his side. It helps infinitely.]

Ahh... I see. That makes sense.

..all right. If you have faith in her. [ then he has to, too. Because he trusts Tsukikage.

[ he too is glad he's got friends here. It does help. Weirdly. ]

Mm. Sort of a bizarre thing.

I do.

[If Tsukikage sounds sure about anything, it's that. His devotion is not blind but it is filled with love and trust for the young Akaba.]

Bizarre in the grand scale of things? Or just a little?

[ that's good. If nothing else, they've got that going on. ]

Just a little. It's really no different from most things in my world.

I see. [He smiles.] Was that all you came to talk to me about, Draco? Are you busy today?

[Wanna stay for dinner?]

...it was, yes. But no, I'm not busy. Why do you ask?

[ always! ]

Robbie is still preparing for his wedding, and Draco's neurosis is keeping him that way, but he still found time to have something cool made for Tsukikage.

Like a few of his other gifts, this is made from the stones on his body. It's a sharp cinnabar dagger, perfectly suited for the arachne's hands. It's wrapped poorly, but it is something he put effort into.

No sense making a visit end on such a troubling note… I thought you’d like to stay around for dinner and all… if you’re not too busy.

The dagger now has a permanent place in Tsukikage’s inventory. It’s a beautiful gift.

At some point, Tsukikage goes to break into Draco and Robbie’s house. Nothing too drastic. Just the Christmas ninja at work. Assuming they haven’t reinforced the windows, the duo would find near the stairs a woven, spider-silk blanket covering two kits to maintain their swords. If that doesn't work, it's left with the mail box.

Tsukikage believes in practical gifts.

[ he looks delighted by the suggestion. ]

I would love to, Tsukikage. Thank you.

[This timewarp seems, somehow, a longer distance than any Tsukikage will have yet experienced. It's not a matter of time, not exactly - that concept gets hazy when you warp it - and yet...]

[It's long enough that the sensation may leave the arachne dizzy, queasy. When the feeling clears, he'll find himself in... well, the room itself isn't familiar, but some of the patterns that can be found around it are. They're reminiscent of the things Tsukikage and the others found in Haftesal, enough so that he should have no trouble deciding he's down the (in the present) collapsed corridor. There is daylight through the windows, instead of mud - right now, they're still above ground.]

[That's if he's not distracted by the people. There's a circle of them in robes chanting lowly around an intricate... something constructed of bone, and already fog seems to be swirling up in between the dry white tangle. More groups are scattered around the circle, people watching and waiting. One young woman - also in robes - is whispering to another, older, figure: "I left the key in the closet - I thought, since we have it shielded from explosions from inside ever since Liam and Everett..."]

[They don't seem to have noticed Tsukikage at first, but now someone catches a glimpse of him while mid-turn. His eyes widen, and he yanks on the robe of the person standing next to him.] What is -

[This all gets derailed as the fog spasms up, a vague outline forming within it, and the chanting cuts off. The man who started to comment on Tsukikage falls silent, though he and his friend keep a wary eye on the arachne. The Fog God... is more of a danger than any monster.]

[One of the chanters steps forward to ask her something in a low tone, too quiet for Tsukikage to make out.]

[The response isn't good.] You dare, [the Fog God seethes, almost immediately.] I will not answer to humans - were it not for you -

[She's interrupted by two people at once. The first one is just the man who originally spoke to her, and he starts with a slightly louder, albeit still as civil and careful as he can make it, "Respectfully -"]

[But the second is a different young man in the circle. When he speaks up, it's a shout.] Don't try to blame it on us! We know what you did - the Day and Night haven't been around for decades, and if you -

[The Fog God is deathly silent through this, although the weight of fog in her shape gets angrier even with the first man's more polite interjaction. When the second continues past his first few words, the whispering echoes that always accompany her have risen to a muffled scream.]

[Her silhouette raises fog-shaped arms, and lightning rains down, smashing through the ceiling.]

[It fries the circle around her instantly, with the violent smell of ozone and burned flesh, and without giving anyone enough time to react. Then the room explodes into magic, but this cooperative ritual style just isn't fast enough to deal with the fire that's caught in the carpet, the way the walls are shaking and collapsing -]

[The Fog God vanishes with a violent inrush of air into the vacuum, stoking the fires. Along with it goes a pulse of - it can't be described as anything but anger. As it passes, the ground collapses deep underneath it, and Haftesal falls.]

[It's barely moments before the sky is drowned out by mud and falling stone, and everyone in this room is buried alive.]

Tsukikage, do you have a moment to spare?

Of course.

How can I help you, Linden?

[...Hm. Well, she was going to leave a message so she could hopefully avoid any displays of weakness or awkwardness, but judging by the default message, uh. Yeah. She’ll just go ahead and roll of her bed and go out to find him.]

Mr. Arachne?

[heeeeere spider spider spider...]

[He really should change the default message. He hasn't done that since coming to Ryslig. And no one actually pays attention to it.

But Tsukikage's actually a spider again and was just cleaning up the house. He turns when he hears Rachel and he smiles.]

Yes? I'm here. How can I be of assistance?

[She paid attention!!!]

Um... [Okay, okay. Just gotta ask. She's more nervous about the void where she's sure nerves would be, if she were a normal girl like any other, than about what his answer may be.] Doctor Danny... He's my therapist. He said...it would be okay if I had a pet. Can I? It's your house, so I need permission...

With a delicate and difficult matter. Only an arachne can really help with this, and there isn't one I trust more.

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