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hey hadriel. two things.

thing one is that im the mystery guy that got attacked by the uh weird tentacle creatures those other guys mentioned. keith and steak ig?
i managed to learn a lil abt them before they fuckin killed me. o lmao thats one thing i learned. theyre strong as hell. keep ur distance if u run into any.
i fight scary monsters for a living back home. the fact that they managed to take me out is saying something.
anyway i have a spell that can read minds. it doesnt work on animals and shit. just intelligent creatures. it worked on them.
what i got was confusing af but the gist is that they were scoping out the city. theyre not happy that were here and they see us as a threat. thats why they killed me. i think they were trying to stay hidden but theyre shit at camouflage.
whats weird is that i didnt get linear thoughts so much as. idk. how they were feeling?
and that shit was all over the fuckin map. like they were flippin thru emotion channels. it was weird.
idk what to make of it but it didnt seem natural. maybe the door was influencing them or smth. not sure.
o and i got a shitty pic.

[He attaches said shitty pic. Its eyes are glowing blue.]

i know it sucks but two secs after i snapped this that fucker was goring me with its gnarly ass beak so it was the best i could do.
theyre big fuck off shellfish. whats the one with the spiral shell that zips around backwards? its that.
theyre fast and those shells are thick af so theyre tough to damage. my spells didnt do much against em.
be careful. judging by what i got from the mindreading i have a feeling theyre not done w. us.

anyway. thing two.
apparently i scared some ppl. sorry.
yes i died. it sucked. more important im fine now. ty hope.
o i cant do magic atm tho. my focus didnt come back to life w. me. rip guitar pick.
if anyone wants magic lessons im still offering but ill be out of commission for a couple weeks prob. making a new one is gonna fuckin blow.
but there. thats all my updates.
seriously watch out for the fuckin punk ass zippy upside down ocean snail things.

[ooc: everyone give it up for ALEX our nathan drake player who drew the nautilus monster image that the mods sent me!! and also SORRY ALEX for shittily cropping and motion blurring your amazing artwork!!!]

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[Sal is going to attempt to act like a calm and rational adult about this!! Which is why he's glad this is text. It's easier to pretend like you aren't scared and worried as fuck. Everything's just been so shit these past few days and this is just like the cherry on top of the shit sundae, or something. But it's cool, it's fine.]

i'm really glad you're okay now

[Nailed it.]

you're going to get a lot of rest now and stuff, right?

Delmar doesn't read it.

Or at least he didn't read any more than what little it took to know how much he didn't want to read it. Instead he sets his phone down, hand shaking and heart set so high in his chest by a tangled mess worry and upset and fear and relief it feels like it can scarcely beat, only shudder.

Delmar swallows it down the whole time he's bundling himself into his coat. The minutes it takes him to step into his shoes and shuffle down the stairs in a hurried but stiff gait.

He pushes everything to the back of his mind except the internal mantra of 'he's back. he's back. he's back.' and clings to it so tightly so as to not let any other thought through. The creeping sick feeling when dark thoughts creep up? He shoves it down. 'He's back'. The sharp inhale with a brief rise of panic? 'He's back'.

And so it goes.

Coiled so tight that he's not even wholly aware of himself when he ends up just standing at Harlan's door. So eager to be on the other side of it that his body leans forward like a top heavy flower, forehead meeting with the wood. Eyes closed tight.

'He's back.'

I'm glad you're okay, Harlan. Sorry about your focus.

[ And the whole dying thing but. Wash really doesn't want to dwell on that for very obvious reasons. Especially on the damn network. ]

That's a better picture than what I was working off. But if your spells didn't do much, we're in serious trouble if they come back in numbers. Did anything affect them at all?

ok im giving that a six out of ten on following my implied instructions.
wouldve been an eight out of ten but then u went and said the thing about resting.
bro ive been resting for days. rotting on an altar is mega peaceful and shit.
i appreciate the sentiment tho.
seriously im fine.

It takes Harlan longer to answer the door than usual. Without his magic, he can't set up the Alarm, ergo it's a long minute or two before he realizes that dull thump was actually a knock. Then it's another long minute or two before he manages to quietly extract himself from Michael's death grip, which remains strong as ever even in his sleep. Harlan insisted on a nap once they got home—his poor boyfriend looked like he hadn't slept in days—but Harlan's been asleep for, like, days. He's wired. Hence the network post.

When he finally opens the door, he's in his pajamas but is distinctly alive. And, god, poor Delmar. Harlan smiles through the heavy pang of guilt that hits him as soon as he sees his friend's face.

"Hey, Del."

Other than a tight whimper at the back of Delmar's throat he doesn't make any sound. Instead he bites his lower lip, takes one more step forward and wraps Harlan in the excess fabric his coat, hugging him close as if he could make the coat a safe barrier that would keep him safe forever.

Though of course he's under no illusion that he could ever manage such a thing.

ty. me too on both counts.
tbh idk.
they saw me first. they didnt attack until i saw them but they still got the jump on me.
my first chromatic orb missed. they were too fast. second one bounced off the shell. i tried phantasmal force and that mightve done something.
i was fighting three at once. it was tough to keep track.
by that point i figured i was fucked so i opted for recon w. detect thoughts and a pic.
i was gonna teleport out after but i wasnt quick enough.

oh cmon i showed incredible restraint.
i didn't even give you a lecture.
which i could still totally do, you know.

omfg.
what would u lecture me abt?
do ur worst. i wanna hear this now.

Can you translate that for not-sorcerers? What kind of damage does phantasmal force do?

...thank you. For the recon.

[ Most people would think self preservation first, and he suspects he knows why Harlan wouldn't, but it still bears saying that he did something for the benefit of everyone at the expense of his own suffering. ]

Oh boy. Harlan was expecting a hug, but the coat is a bogie. He sucks in a breath to steel himself, and then manages to last a good fifteen seconds totally enveloped before he has to wriggle away. He plays it off like he's making room for Del to come inside, though.

"Come on, it's warmer in here."

And it is, thanks to the shiny new space heaters Harlan and Michael have received. He tugs Del's sleeve so that he'll follow him into the living room, and then gives him another hug, this time outside the coat. Now Del can hang on for as long as he likes.

"I'm sorry. I swear I'm fine though, okay?"

"I-It's not something you can fix with sorry...,"

They're the first words out of Delmar's mouth. Quiet and awkward and somewhat muffled from Delmar's instinct to try and set his chin on Harlan's shoulder despite the height difference making it less than ideal.

But he quickly realizes the words didn't come out the way he wanted. Or at least they don't convey what he wanted and she shakes his head before trying again.

"It just...it just is something that will hurt...because it hurts.... it's not something that...that's your fault...or that you can apologize for. It's just....well...it's just something that...."

hurts.

o yeah. sorry.
chromatic orb is me chucking an elemental baseball at shit. in this case i tried an acid ball and an ice ball in that order.
phantasmal force can do dmg but its more of a distraction. i was getting mobbed so it was me attempting crowd control.
it conjures an illusion that only the target can see. my go to is big fuckin cobra. that tends to stop most ppl in their tracks.
but like i said idk if it worked. i was busy w. the other two.
ok yeah i see that dot dot dot.
ftr self sacrifice was not the goal. when i say i knew i was fucked i mean i knew i was outmatched. not that i was dead.
speed isnt my strong suit. i shouldve known better tbh.
o i did use sword burst on the one that grabbed me. i think that worked.
i was pretty distracted by then too lmfao but it got the thing to let go of me so i could gtfo.
teleporting is tough when shits holding onto u.

oh, okay, well if you want to go down that road

ahem

first of all that does not count as resting. you need to get at least 700 hrs of sleep a week for the next month or something. oh and no heavy lifting. anything heavier than like one of those big recliner chairs counts as heavy lifting. set aside at least a few hrs a day to do something relaxing. uh i'd suggest a movie or something but we can't do that here so instead watch some paint dry. if you insist on going out make sure you don't go alone and you don't push yourself too far or too hard, mr!!! self care is important and should not be taken lightly!!

[This is all complete bullshit obviously but he has to save his actual lecture-energy, okay. Also this is a lot better than sitting around being scared and worried.]

[ Good to know he sabotages himself even in text. But Wash reads all of that before responding to any of it, and gives himself a minute to process. ]

Okay.
Good to know, and I actually mean that.

Also about them. I'm guessing the sword burst hit the actual creature, not the shell, that's why it was effective?

Harlan just focuses on breathing and rhythmically running his hand up and down Del's back. The steady motion helps to keep him from thinking too hard about the sustained contact. His anxiety over the hug isn't treading into uncomfortable territory just yet, but he wants to stave it off for as long as possible.

"I know, but I'm still sorry to put you through that. Are you okay?"

holy shit.
ok that was some god tier lecturing. nice work. ten out of ten in that dept.
i have some movies here actually. my laptop ended up in town a few months back.
also u realize theres only 168 hrs in a week right.
ur just telling me to get dead again.

[Don't worry, Wash, Harlan is just hyper attuned to people fretting over him at the moment.]

thx.
yeah i think so. all the gushy shit comes out of its mouth. the tentacles and shit. i think it had a tongue maybe. idk.
sure as shit had a serrated beak i can tell u that much.
i mightve lopped off a tentacle or two but i didnt stick around to check.

thanks i've had practice.
damn, cat, guitar, and movies. now you really have no excuse not to get in plenty of relaxing time.
also you can get 700 hrs of sleep a week if you believe hard enough.
without dying that's totally going to make my entire lecture moot. self care, remember?
rest good, dying bad.

"Yes. I'm okay, Harley."

It was different from the first time, the time when Michael and Harlan were both killed. And it was different from the time when it seemed everyone in the city had disappeared. Those times had been debilitating. Delmar had funneled all his energy into his sadness and his loneliness and had, in those times, neglected to do the basic things needed to get through the day. He had so staked his own happiness on Harlan that when Harlan was gone, he'd fallen over like a table now missing three legs.

This time he'd manage to do the things he needed to do. To wash. To get up in the morning. To dress. All those little simple things that get thrown out the window when you just want to dwell in how alone you are. And when you don't feel strong enough for the task of developing your own strength rather than leaning on others.

Though the sleep had been poor and all his tasks had been hand in hand with a heavy sadness that made him ache, made him hyper aware of how much more dim his life without Harlan would be, he still put in the effort. He owed it to Harlan, and in what he has been slowly learning from Harlan, he owed it to himself (though this second part still carries less weight to him than the first.)

So while he looks exhausted and shiny-eyed, his hair is brushed, his clothes are neat and clean... so... he's ok.

"I'll be more ok now that I can see you again. Things are always better when you are here, Harley."

And that comes with a gentle but heartfelt squeeze for emphasis.

rest good dying bad.
whoa.
u r seriously expanding my worldview here.
idt my freshly revived brain can handle it.
i promise ill do plenty of relaxing after i remake my focus ok?
thats when ill really need it.
coming back from the dead is mysteriously not something i feel like i gotta recover from.
physically i mean.
mentally im fine too.

Thanks for the info, dude.
I've seen enough hentai to know to stay away from tentacled monsters but like-
These ones are way less fun seeming.

You gonna be alright?
Dying definitely turns things upside-down for a while.

[Whaaaat?!]

How long were you dead for?

[Probably not the best question to ask but he is actually shocked by the news.]

Sonuvamotherfuckingbitch.
This is bullshit.
I fucking asked Hope if there were any monsters here and the fuckwad said "no."
And now this happens.
[a pause]
I'm really glad you're okay.

[she's glad this is text, because that way no one gets to hear how rattled this has her]
Sounds like these new guys are pretty tough.
Bad enough we have the Null trying to find us, now we have them too.
Are you gonna be good for food and other stuff while you get better?

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