journal ⚔️ a warning

[discourtesies]

Sender: Barok van Zieks

[The writing is hurried, a cursive that just manages to be legible. In his rush, his usual formalities are cut short. The message is more important than the form it takes.]

There is a demon in the wilderness — a bestial man. Powerful and violent, able to heal itself in an instant. Anyone unable to defend themselves should avoid the woods until [until what? It's killed? If there's any shred of the man still in there, he can't condone that.] further notice.

[Is that a drop of blood on the page? Eh, it's fine.]

It was Kazuma Asogi. I don't understand it, but I wasn't able to reason with him and he became this thing before my eyes.

[After a moment, he adds:]

He cannot be left like this.

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[chippedsoul]

. . . [He's going to just, lean into him. It's an awkward gesture for him, pressed up against someone, feeling the warmth of another, but he felt his body move before his brain caught up. And he's tired. No one's around anyway.]

Tell me when you're ready to move.

[steadypulse]

[Tired, and the healing warmth of the biotic emitter was soothing aches all the while. The charge would time out sooner or later, but it made for a nice temporary bubble of healing. That hand that had ruffled hair moved, and his arm propped around Kazuma loosely.

Let them hold there, for a little while at least.]

I will. Let's give this thing enough time to do a little work.