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[shesapir8]

So. How much longer is this stupid thing going to 8e going for? It's not going to last as long as that last one did, is it? 8ecause then I think I will set fire to something.

[Mindfang is not a happy camper. Sure she may have gained her vision back, but without the cueball it's not that great. There isn't much in Vatheon that she cares to look through anyway, and box can be easily broken. Vision isn't worth the price she's had to pay.

Which is a complete inability to block out her natural empath abilities. Alcohol is useless, the blocks she can set up in her own mind fail her and suddenly there's far too many people in her head. Too many feelings, happy, sad, angry, rage, so many more and none of them are hers besides the frustrated panic. All that works is staying away from others but even that's starting to fail her, whispers slipping through her mind enough to remind her that her head isn't safe anymore. And then supplies do dwindle and she finds herself having to leave the house.

The sunlight makes her squint from days indoors, and Mindfang doesn't seem that eager to move out and about. And when she does she keeps a wide berth around others, eyes clearly bloodshot, her fingers- metal and flesh -curling and uncurling as she walks with quick hurried steps. Her eyes dart from place to place and at times it feels like she's only moments from letting a crazed laugh escape.

Do you bother the woman who looks a lil crazy?]

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[aim_exorable]

[The glee takes a slightly sadistic delight turn at how she screeches at him, and he wobbles a bit in his haste to hide behind his stallion friend. (Stallion friend is currently giving the two of them A Look, of course.]

Stop what, my good Marquise?

[shesapir8]

[She will come down and tip that stallion friend ontop of you so help her.

Throwing another stick down at him]

You are perfectly aware what I am referring to! Or do I have to come down and crush your ankles to make that clear?

[aim_exorable]

[Leave Stallion Friend out of this! You monster!]

[He ducks a little, and the stick hits his horn- the most sturdy part of him, really, at this point.]

Come near me to do any ankle crushing, and I'll just make it worse!

[shesapir8]

[You brought him into this! Literally.]

[That's ok because she has more sticks to throw]

Then perhaps I'll shatter those teeth of yours and leave you to choke on them!

[aim_exorable]

You can't do that hiding up in a tree, Marquise.

[The stallion lowers his head to avoid the branches, and Darkleer just swats a few away. He might be an old man, but he's still ridiculously strong.]

[shesapir8]

I can wait.

[Goddamn it she just wants to go back to her home you ass fuck off]

I feel this discussion is over, now you really should be getting home before you trip on something and break everything!

[aim_exorable]

Not quite.

[There's one last thing, and his glee subsides, replaced by seriousness, focus.]

Summoner doesn't want to see this. We keep our interactions on the SFC's private.

[shesapir8]

[Her groan is actually audible. Oh my god Darkleer just go.

But she will listen to that, a small rustle of leaves the only sign she hasn't disappeared]

Fine. Like I want anyone aware of this myself. You're really quite beneath me you know.

[aim_exorable]

[Oh shut yer face, Mindfang, gosh, this is serious!]

Of course.

That's all I wanted to discuss. Good day, Marquise.

[And he turns to go...]

[But not before thinking really hard of hoofbeasts again.]

[shesapir8]

[Not until you shut yours]

Good. Now fuck off.

[And as she steadies herself up in the tree, that happy overjoyed feeling reaches her. Which results in several creative curses and an actual solid limb being hurled down.]