All-Reliable: Fake Fainting Trick
Whumpril Day 1 (Limp), Day 5 (Reckless)
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The Legend of Orian Goldeneye Masterpost
TW: attempted mugging, collapse, head injury
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Killian nervously fiddled with his bag strap as he stole through the darkened streets of Iron Hollow. It was as confusing as Saint’s Shoal, and he couldn’t help but suspect he’d taken a wrong turn somewhere. The streets at night all looked the same. At least he’d gotten all the necessary supplies before getting lost.
He kept his head down as he passed a shadowy alley between two buildings.
“Hey you.”
Killian stiffened but kept walking, thinking of potential excuses for why he was out so late. He wished Jas was there.
“I’m talking to you!” Someone grabbed his shoulder and roughly turned him around.
“Look,” Killian stammered, “I’m not looking for trouble, but my sister’s sick—”
The person who’d grabbed him, a man a little older than Killian, barked a harsh laugh. “A likely story!” Light from the nearby streetlamp glinted off something in his other hand—a sharp, thin knife. “Everything in the bag, or I’ll cut it off your corpse.”
Two others emerged from the alley. Killian’s eyes darted between his three assailants. They all wore dark clothing—stained leather, maybe?—one had an unstrung bow strapped to his back, and all had swords. He recalled Diana saying something about how rare and expensive black leather was on this side of Atai, something about the dye?
“You’re not from around here, are you?” he asked softly, heart hammering in his ears.
The pair behind the man glanced at each other, but the man who’d grabbed Killian shrugged. “So what if we are? Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Killian forced a smirk. “You’re in a dreamshaper-controlled city, gentlemen.” With those hopefully ominous words, his knees buckled, and he went limp, collapsing to the ground. His head slammed into the hard stone, pain shooting through his skull, but he managed to keep himself from crying out.
Above, all three attackers cursed and fled, the sound of their retreat fading into the night. Killian slowly pushed himself to a sitting position and touched his hand to the side of his head. No blood, but a hard lump was already forming. He gritted his teeth, head throbbing with every heartbeat.
He could already hear Diana scolding him for doing something so reckless. But it worked, didn’t it? Jas would argue, it’s what I would do.
Leaning heavily against the nearest wall, Killian forced himself to his feet and began walking again. Hopefully, he wouldn’t encounter any actual dreamshapers before he found his way out of Iron Hollow. The last thing any of them needed was another kidnapping.
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Context: I got a concussion last week, so I've been home trying not to die since.
I just had someone tell me that I don't drink or smoke, and I'm white, so my concussion shouldn't be affecting me...
I'm suddenly cured you guys!
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