to: everyone.

[mullerian]

( a couple nights spent sleepless staring at the stars in the green grass of a ditch in solvunn's primary settlement have left him wanting, curious, but a constant glitter of flashing correspondence beneath eyelids and in the sky has spelled out one thing very clearly: off-worlders can communicate amongst each other. near-instantaneously, in fact. how convenient.

eventually he's ready to try it, perched on a branch with his legs crossed and one finger weaving an invisible thread through the air in front of him. children passing by to pick up wayward apples for the coming rites must find him insane. )

Now, I did my own bit of research amongst the plucky citizens strolling about Solvunn, claiming us graces of God, and found quite the wealth of history beneath these streets. Enough to pen a couple more tomes worth, really, but I didn't fathom the discourse in this country would run so deep. It almost makes sense that they'd look outward for help at this point, to usher in a new era, but...

( research means spying, but. details. no one needs to know of days thus far spent just circling behind the shoulders of scholars in their libraries as a miniature. it wasn't all that exciting.

the next few sentences are quickly scribbled and without signature, running closely together as if to drive someone dizzy. there's a foreboding air to his text, whether on skin or parchment on wood, as if it's starting to fade the longer one stares. )

Anyhow, it left me curious, and so I'm posing a question to those more privy than me:

When and if the curtain rises, whose blood would you want spilled? Who deserves to "win", in your eyes?

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[gardienne]

it ain’t people what live here what ought to die. What do we care of them? It is them what have been dragged here - some of them - what deserve to die, I think.

-Eponine Thenardier

[mullerian]

( eponine... cute name. )

Hmm, now there's an interesting implication. Are we harbingers of doom to you, or something?

[gardienne]

no

yes. some are

[mullerian]

( if only he had some tea... maybe a finger sandwich... )

Surely they can't be all that bad, but—I'll bite. Who's got you wary?

[gardienne]

no. there are good people here. and some of the most lovely I haven't seen since we left that castle.

but there are horrors here too

miss julie
miss Coraline
that stupid Jon what follows Coraline. he is not so bad, but stupid I think.

coraline is a nasty girl but it is that Julie. she stole my food and has broken my nose and now... well, all that has happened to us is her fault

[mullerian]

( such an honest off-worlder. in these dark times? )

Julie? Now, there's a name I recognize. As of this very announcement, in fact. All things considered, she was actually rather helpful. I'm sorry to hear, you're... having, ah, a rough time of things with her.

Just as well, dearest Eponine, you're lucky I don't have plans to hurt any of these people.

I would be a bit more hesitant when it comes to naming your apparent foes. You wouldn't want .

[gardienne]

yes helpful she is. She was helpful enough in telling me that the woman what I thought loved me wanted me for nothing more than a murder. She’s a spiteful one sir and you ought to watch lest she cut your fingers or burn your nose next.

What should I care if you are to hurt people? Or why would you hurt them what I name if they ain’t nothing to you? They hurt me and I say let them hurt too.

Sir I think it is too late for your caution. Me I should have liked a friend but it is a shame when they make it clear they hate me

i can't believe i forgot two whole words WOW... "any regrets" bye

[mullerian]

( how these messages seem to speak of a child-like naivete, the sort he just can't ignore. it may be a one-sided story at best, but his brow still furrows nonetheless at the pitiful declaration. )

I suppose the saving grace of your encounter is that you lived to tell the tale.

( there's a significant pause before his next message full of unhearable comfort: )

I trust you learned how to defend yourself since? If not, I may be able to lend you a hand. Not that I'm much of a fighter, mind you, despite my earlier inquiry, but it wouldn't hurt to add a few paltry tricks to your repertoire.

Haha I thought he was just fed up of her!

[gardienne]

Yes… yes I’m alive but there is no one now. On my own and all I might do is pretend someone is beside me. But no. Only in my mind. Never real.

Perhaps I have lived but I do not know if everyone is still breathing. The knife cut deep and hard and many times did her blood splash.

[Maybe it sounds almost poetic, but she’s essentially confessing to at least attempted murder. Maybe he doesn’t notice?]

what tricks do you know Sir? Is it magic or a thief’s tricks? My fingers are quick enough at that, you know?