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Eric pushes Rose away, scampering to his feet and taking a few steps away with a slight frown on his face.

"I'm fine, don't touch me."

He says very tersely, sinking into a bit of a reserved stance. from what Rose saw before they were pushed away, he isn't lying. it genuinely seems like his one injury was his dislocated shoulder. but...

he doesn't look fine.

he's twitchy and wincing whenever he moves.

Rose is walking through one of London's many alleyways, for one reason or another. maybe they're going somewhere specific, or maybe he's just exploring.

What they're doing doesn't matter, as he hears someone curse loudly, followed by a few bricks and a teenager landing in front of them with a loud crunching sound.

He looks to be about 16, with dark barely grey hair and deathly pale skin. he looks worryingly thin. The kid's outfit consists of a long sleeve band shirt, worn jeans, and skate shoes.

After a minute, he sits up, wincing as he pops his arm back into it's socket.

That was a six story fall.

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Rose whelps then gasps after what plays out before him, stumbling a few steps back before shaking his head, willing determination into his veins instead. Electricity flits up his sides for a split second when he regains his footing, jolting forward and kneeling besides the fallen boy.

"Goodness! Are you alright hun?" clearly he's not, and Rose knows and sees that, but he asks anyway, shoving a few of the bricks aside before his hands come to hover around the frail built child, not quite touching them just yet while assessing his state.

"That was quite the fall kid, can you tell me what parts of your body hurt?" He feels frantic, and surely speaks just a tad too fast, yet keeps his voice remarkably smooth and low, reminiscent of soft drumming, the steady hum of rain upon fresh, newly grown leafs on the trees, of the forest, of the sea.

He can only hope that, if the boy is rattled, it be soothing, even if simply subconsciously.

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The kid stays lying, not immediately responding. After a little bit, Jon hears a muffled, defeated 'no'.

((https://www.tumblr.com/martinblackwoodofficial/780329103124496384/martin-is-just-doing-something-probably-his-job?source=share continuation of this))

Jon is in his office, doing archivist stuff, when he hears a scampering across the roof tiles above them. It probably would have dismissed such a thing to be rodents or other vermin, if a roof tile didn't give out and dump a teenager in front of their desk. She just lays face down on the ground, uttering a pained noise.

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I- are you alright???

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The kid scoots away, emerging from the safety of the mound to press himself against the far wall of the closet.

It's the same kid as last time.

He seems quite scared, tears still trickling down his face and smudging the eyeshadow and mascara clearly put there to hide a black eye. His hair is slicked back, and he's wearing a tight button-up. He looks like someone straight from a choir, but more notably, he looks... strangled, and distinctly uncomfortable. He raises an arm to block his face.

"...p-please don't hurt me... again..."

He sounds distraught, almost broken. He's one of the people who were shown in the file that Jackson handed Elias.

What were the precise instructions again? 'Keep an eye out for them, protect them if necessary, inform Jackson when he encounters one.'? That sounds about right.

Elias gets home from whatever he does, and at first he notices nothing out of the ordinary. After a bit, though, he hears what sounds to be… sobbing? Coming from his closet.

Assuming he goes to investigate, he spots a shuddering mass of what looks to be every spare soft thing in his apartment. The sobs are clearly coming from it.

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“Oh, Jesus.”

He’s going to need to get a towel. They’re making a mess everywhere.

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After Elias speaks, the shuddering of the mound increases, and the sobbing becomes more muffled. Whoever is in the mound shifts away from him slightly. Whoever is under there seems very scared.

Elias gets home from whatever he does, and at first he notices nothing out of the ordinary. After a bit, though, he hears what sounds to be… sobbing? Coming from his closet.

Assuming he goes to investigate, he spots a shuddering mass of what looks to be every spare soft thing in his apartment. The sobs are clearly coming from it.

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“Oh, Jesus.”

He’s going to need to get a towel. They’re making a mess everywhere.

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((*ACCIDENTAL genius. Not trying to toot my own horn lol))

((yknow, the more i look at my character tags here, the more i realize the absolute genius of some))

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((yknow, the more i look at my character tags here, the more i realize the absolute genius of some))

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the kid immediately and violently jolts awake, flailing to the point that he ends up tumbling off the desk with a squawk. after a bit of panicked flailing and hyperventilating, she slowly pulls herself off of the floor and just stares at Elias. his wings are pulled in, as if to make herself seem smaller and less threatening. after a bit, he very softly speaks.

"...hi,"

When Elias opens the door to his office, the first thing they notice is how bright it is, almost blinding her with the contrast.

The second thing he notices is the child sleeping on their desk.

He looks to be no older than 10, wearing a tank top, skinny jeans, and pink socks in sandals.

More noteworthy, however, are her large wings. Like his hair, her wings look sooty with orange underlights, like a dying fire. Elias can't quite tell if the kid's wings are stunted or just young.

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((I do hope I'm pronouning correctly for Elias, do tell me if I'm wrong.))

*they cover their eyes, hurt a bit by the brightness... They definitely prefer duller lighting.*

Ah... Hello. Can i politely inquire about what you're doing in my office?

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"my home,"

Hunter says, sorting through a ring of keys before unlocking and opening the door. He turns to Brutus, grabbing the cord of the sled as he does so.

"Head on in, I have to get this to the shed. Set the rifle in the rack by the door."

Hunter starts to walk off, before pausing.

"Oh, if pops stops you, tell him you're my friend."

He walks off, vanishing around the side of the house.

Brutus is, for one reason or another, currently wandering the woods around Hollowville when he spots someone else.

He looks to be a teen, maybe 15 years old, wearing a red flannel and jeans. He has a rifle slung on his back, and seems to be hunting.

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He looks so much like his sister that he almost yells her name. A closer look reveals this not to be the case. Still. He recognizes kin.

In his weak little voice, he shouts "Hello?"

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The kid doesn't respond, seeming fast asleep.

A further glance around the office reveals the cause of the brightness to be a frankly impractical amount of oil lamps, especially for a ten year old to have seemingly just been carrying around. Less obviously is the half-open window he probably climbed through to get in and a rucksack nearby.

A quick check on the nearest of the 20ish lamps or use of the Eye would tell Elias that the lamps are about half full, which would be about 6 hours for the make.

When Elias opens the door to his office, the first thing they notice is how bright it is, almost blinding her with the contrast.

The second thing he notices is the child sleeping on their desk.

He looks to be no older than 10, wearing a tank top, skinny jeans, and pink socks in sandals.

More noteworthy, however, are her large wings. Like his hair, her wings look sooty with orange underlights, like a dying fire. Elias can't quite tell if the kid's wings are stunted or just young.

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((I do hope I'm pronouning correctly for Elias, do tell me if I'm wrong.))

*they cover their eyes, hurt a bit by the brightness... They definitely prefer duller lighting.*

Ah... Hello. Can i politely inquire about what you're doing in my office?

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A bird explaining to a hedgehog crossing so it doesn’t die.

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The rifle is a wood stock Remington Model 700 chambered in .308 Winchester. Neatly carved upon the buttstock is the motto 'live by the hunt die by the hunt'. The rifle is clearly old and well cared for.

Hunter gives Brutus a curt nod and a grunted 'thanks', walking in silence for about half an hour before the two of them come upon a cabin or lodge of some sort. Hunter stops out front, rummaging through his pockets for something.

Brutus is, for one reason or another, currently wandering the woods around Hollowville when he spots someone else.

He looks to be a teen, maybe 15 years old, wearing a red flannel and jeans. He has a rifle slung on his back, and seems to be hunting.

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He looks so much like his sister that he almost yells her name. A closer look reveals this not to be the case. Still. He recognizes kin.

In his weak little voice, he shouts "Hello?"

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"Uhhhhhh"

Elizabeth's eyes dart around in a mockery of panic as she takes a step towards a nearby shelf.

"Well, you see, uh, you'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE."

She dramatically declares, running at the shelf, kicking off of it to get more height, and disappearing back into the roof through the hole she made, clearly holding back a laugh.

Martin is just doing something-probably his job- in the archives, when a ceiling tile gives way and a teen falls out with a yelp. She looks to be 15, and has long reddish-brown hair. Her outfit consists of a pair of skinny jeans, black canvas shoes and a blue t-shirt with "full of spores" and an arrow pointing up on it worn over a grey long sleeve. She is also wearing a medical mask.

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*He practically leaps back, terrified*

"AHH- I- Hello? A-are you okay..?"

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Azaleia rolls his eyes slightly, gesturing nondescriptly.

"I don't think my distrust here is quite surprising, I doubt you wouldn't be the same in my position. And beside, I've long learned not to trust those of your nature."

Her tone is stark, but they have noticeably relaxed, leaning back in its seat and letting her shoulders relax.

Amelie senses, maybe more feels, someone break into their domain. The intruder is of the same cloth, based on how well they seem to be traveling through Wonderland.

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Huh? Since when are people still able to get into their place without their permission?? That's odd,it should investigate it in case it's someone with ill intentions.

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Azaleia nods along with what Amelie says, watching them intently. He quirks one of their eyebrows, looking a bit surprised.

"An entire month?"

It half-asks accusitorally, resting his chin on their hands.

Amelie senses, maybe more feels, someone break into their domain. The intruder is of the same cloth, based on how well they seem to be traveling through Wonderland.

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Huh? Since when are people still able to get into their place without their permission?? That's odd,it should investigate it in case it's someone with ill intentions.

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Elizabeth takes Martin's hand, pulling herself to her feet.

"The roof tile, that dastardly knave betrayed me in my efforts!"

She half-shouts dramatically, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead, general theatre dramatics.

Martin is just doing something-probably his job- in the archives, when a ceiling tile gives way and a teen falls out with a yelp. She looks to be 15, and has long reddish-brown hair. Her outfit consists of a pair of skinny jeans, black canvas shoes and a blue t-shirt with "full of spores" and an arrow pointing up on it worn over a grey long sleeve. She is also wearing a medical mask.

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*He practically leaps back, terrified*

"AHH- I- Hello? A-are you okay..?"

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Still do not like. Not lowest, mind, no where near lowest. Still do not like

Feelings on worms?

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Do not like. Too many evil ones.