who stole your heart and the key?

[steelmyself]

In the dark, you taste something sweet and tart on your tongue, almost like apple but not quite: pomegranate juice, out of nowhere. A hint of something metallic accompanies it.

You fall down.

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THE FIELD

[steelmyself]

Though the scent of brimstone lingers faintly, before long the crack opens up into a small field in a narrow valley. Unidentifiable red and pink flowers grow amidst the grass. Further ahead, the valley's walls close in again and slope down once more.

A woman sits over a campfire in the middle of the field.

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[hailstormed]

[ he hesitates again near the opening, intensely unsure, before cautiously making his way towards the woman. ]

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[steelmyself]

She's a friendly-looking young woman with short hair and cheerful eyes. She's attempting to cook in a pot over the campfire, humming to herself as she does so. Oddly, she seems to be using a pair of swords to stir the ingredients.

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[hailstormed]

[ ... SWORDS???????? ]

Hello...?

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[lonelydemon]

[loooooking around first, then steeling himself and walking to the woman.]

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[steelmyself]

There's not much to see here aside from the flowers. Upon closer examination, each of them is clearly unique. They're faintly warm, too.

It's hard to walk through the grass without stepping on the flowers, and for some reason stepping on them is vaguely upsetting now that you've looked more closely.

As for the woman, she's young and friendly-looking, with short hair and cheerful eyes. She's attempting to cook in a pot over the campfire, humming to herself as she does so. Oddly, she seems to be using a pair of swords to stir the ingredients. She lifts a hand to wave as you approach.

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[lonelydemon]

[oh...

carefully makes his way through the flowers as best he can, crushing as few as possible, then waves in return.]

Hey. What're you up to?

[mentifact]

[ heads for the woman ]

Hello.

[steelmyself]

She's young and friendly-looking, with short hair and cheerful eyes. She's attempting to cook in a pot over the campfire, humming to herself as she does so. Oddly, she seems to be using a pair of swords to stir the ingredients.

She lifts a hand to wave as you approach. "Hi!"

[mentifact]

Do you want any help?

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[autorejoin]

Flowers?

[ Saber's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. But just as quickly as he is startled, he shrugs and gets over it and walks over to the woman with the campfire. ]

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[steelmyself]

Upon closer examination, each of the flowers is clearly unique. They're faintly warm, too.

It's hard to walk through the grass without stepping on the flowers, and for some reason stepping on them is vaguely upsetting now that you've looked more closely.

The woman is young and friendly-looking, with short hair and cheerful eyes. She's attempting to cook in a pot over the campfire, humming to herself as she does so. Oddly, she seems to be using a pair of swords to stir the ingredients.

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[autorejoin]

[ Saber glances at the swords. ]

I'm not much of a cook, but I don't think that swords are the best way to prepare food.

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[unaffective]

[That... That didn't go as planned. She knows she can't go back now, though - so she makes her way over to the woman.]

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[steelmyself]

She's a friendly-looking young woman with short hair and cheerful eyes. She's attempting to cook in a pot over the campfire, humming to herself as she does so. Oddly, she seems to be using a pair of swords to stir the ingredients.

She lifts one hand and waves as you approach.

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[unaffective]

[Waves back!]

Good afternoon, Miss! Have you lost your ladles?

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[dicktionary]

[ is she recognizable?

> APPROACHES ]

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[steelmyself]

Nope. She's just an average, friendly-looking young woman with short hair and cheerful eyes. She's attempting to cook in a pot over the campfire, humming to herself as she does so. Oddly, she seems to be using a pair of swords to stir the ingredients.

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[dicktionary]

Hi there. Can you tell me where I am?

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[swordingitout]

[Checks to make sure the kid is still with her.]

Do you know that woman?

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[steelmyself]

"Oh, sure." He sounds almost surprised you're asking. "That's _̷̧_̸̛͡_̴̶̨҉_̧͞-̧́͠n̴͞͏̛é̢̕͘͟è̶͘͠͞."

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[swordingitout]

Hn.

[She frowns when she can't make out the word.]

Ah-ha, so you're saying she's an old conquest you've left crying after seducing. We should greet her so she can take out her grudge.

[Pushing him in front of her towards the lady and the fire.]

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[marezydoats]

[ Rin pauses to run her hands against the flowers. ]

Pretty...

[ She walks towards the woman with the campfire. ]

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[steelmyself]

They are pretty. Upon closer examination, each of the flowers is clearly unique. They're faintly warm, too.

It's hard to walk through the grass without stepping on the flowers, and for some reason stepping on them is vaguely upsetting now that you've looked more closely.

The woman is friendly-looking, with short hair and cheerful eyes. She's attempting to cook in a pot over the campfire, humming to herself as she does so. Oddly, she seems to be using a pair of swords to stir the ingredients.

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[marezydoats]

[ Rin blinks. ]

Swords?