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Catch-all Tunnel Log
Who: Raphael and Open
When: Day 121
Where: The tunnels
What: Failing all over the place
Notes: If you want something specific, just let me know.
Stane, some other warning, and then Gabriel had disappeared - Raphael hadn't wasted time in going to Michael and pointing out they needed to go - if it was an escape, then they could retrieve Gabriel.
They just hadn't know the tunnels bore complications.
When: Day 121
Where: The tunnels
What: Failing all over the place
Notes: If you want something specific, just let me know.
Stane, some other warning, and then Gabriel had disappeared - Raphael hadn't wasted time in going to Michael and pointing out they needed to go - if it was an escape, then they could retrieve Gabriel.
They just hadn't know the tunnels bore complications.
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"Call a sense of unending mercy." He casually rolled his wrist and shifted his hand, a long, near two foot, tri-bladed short sword, slid into his hand, which he carefully tucked inside his belt for the moment. He opened up the jacket, pulling a small gold foil box from inside it - something rattled in it - putting it in a pants pocket, then drawing out a tiny glass vial of glitter with an angelically preserved quince blossom through the top, two sticks of chalk, and a pencil and putting them in the other, and the flashlight by the handle, before shrugging off the jacket to hand it to her. It's wool - not cheap - and warm from Raphael walking around in it.
"Here."
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She stayed like that while he continued to empty his jacket, with every passing second the knife lowered a bit more. She still looked on edge, but definitely not about to fight for her life when he handed the coat to her.
"I'm sure your sword also has a lot of unending mercy," She practically snarled as she snapped the coat from his hand. She took another step back, feeling a little safe now that she was farther away from him.
Perhaps to Raphae's dismay, she made quick work of the coat, using her knife to cut it into pieces, two long strands to wrap her feet with, another to wrap a leaking cut on her thigh and two larger pieces that she used to wrap around her chest and hips. She looked like she was dressed up like a skanky mummy ready to go to a costume party, but it was better than walking around like she had been.
She looked down, gritting her teeth as she forced the word out, "Thanks."
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"I haven't had cause to use it in over two thousand years." Not that he wasn't just as practiced, he simply hadn't it on anything living in that time. Not that he hadn't killed in that time - just not with the point of his blade.
He didn't care if she cut it up, he could (would) replace it later, once his Grace was working again. In the mean time, he pulled his tie loose, using the point of his blade to carefully cut the threads holding it closed and sliding the blade into the tube of fabric, punching a hole about six inches from the end and drawing the rest of the length of the tie around it, then fussing with it for a moment while he loops it through his belt and ties it again, leaving the sword in a makeshift holster.
"You're welcome. More so given the word seems foreign on your tongue." Merciful he might be - it wasn't the same as being nice.
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She took another step back, the dark starting to creep over her features.
"Good luck. Better watch how you use your light, there's no telling what kind of monsters it might attract down here," She added a dark grin and stepped further into the dark, backing away until she felt safe turning and slipping away.