[ At the shop Haelva works at is a little woven basked addressed to HALVA in crude handwriting. Inside are some small animal skulls and a shark tooth. ]
I'm doing well, thank you for asking. I might've mentioned my employer before? Funny little man, not only is he an inventor, but he seems quite knowledgeable about medicine. More so than that lunatic Volo, anyway.
[ In spite of Hilda's clear surprise after learning Haelva's magical affinity, it seems it hasn't deterred her from thinking about Haelva as a friend.
A neatly wrapped box in black wrapping paper tied with a piece of dark navy silk that it's almost black will appear at Haelva's living quarters. Inside is a hair ornament made of tarnished looking pewter and a bird skull. The opal embedded in its skull glows faintly in the moonlight. ]
[Viktor makes sure the gift is waiting for her in Nocwich, perhaps to collect from a vendor they've mutually engaged. The gift is relatively unceremonious, wrapped in brown paper sealed with wax that indicates the sender. In a cushioned box is a glass eye, though the iris itself, embedded within, appears to be polished chrome. She'll find, if she puts it in, that a particular prolonged blink will activate a slight magnification function in the artificial lens. The same motion will return the eye to its default state.
Ordinarily, he might not leave a note, but he thinks this one probably requires a bit of context.]
Something to use for now while I work on the . Or, perhaps for a special occasion.
[ It's a jar, typically used for pickling eggs, full of seawater with some weird freak CREATURE in it. The tendrils move weakly, grasping at the tiny floating particles in the water; it was once much more lively and mobile, but after the trip back from the Tertiary Settlement and without a fresh change of seawater or a certain weird tiefling to keep the water aerated with magic, this is what she's getting. There's a short note with it, in Dan Heng's cramped note-taking scripts: As thanks. ]
[In the weeks following this post, Aloy will approach Haelva for the enchantment of a set of embroidered badges, for the hunting crew hunting crew. There doesnโt seem to be anything special about itโit can be sewn anywhere the wearer likes, and appears to have been stitched with a practiced hand.
She does, of course, get to keep one for herself.]
[ His domain hovers in the sky above her own within Horizon, and it's within the flying fortress of an airship that they dwell these days, for better or worse. A castle, by his own command, that hosts an endless soiree, filled with soulless denizens that play the part of courtiers and courtesans for the entertainment of the hosts and whomever else has come to indulge. Oh - there are parties in the real world of course, riotous affairs held in long abandoned manors - Thorne always has the better architecture for these things, but sometimes one wants to watch revelers dance naked on the beach...
Which is to say, there's always something going on during a full moon.
He knows Haelva is getting tired - or perhaps worse, bored of it all. She'll get over it, he tells himself daily. It's not as though she's not having any fun at all. But there's a disconnect. He can feel it. She no longer looks at him the way she used to, and it makes him seethe and despair. It makes him want to smash every statue in the gardens, break every mirror and window and watch the shards rain down on the grounds below, the land of her domain. Maybe douse her crypts with oil and set them all blazing. Better to make her angry than feel nothing. Nothing makes him feel cold and empty, makes him feel alone. Nothing makes him think he might actual hate her for giving him something he could hold onto, and then snatching it away.
Doesn't she know that he's doing this all for her?
They both barely sleep. But it's been almost two days since she last returned, and his ire is rising. Does she expect him to go looking for her? He has a few choice insults already sitting on the tip of his tongue when one of his beautiful servants alerts him to her presence in their domain - as though he can't sense it the second she set foot within. He waits, lounging on his throne-like chair at the end of the ballroom, the chandelier of candle and crystal bathing the dancers in yellows and orange. ]
Welcome back, my love. [ he drawls as she approaches. ]
Sweetling! Next time you send me a wayward youth, would you send me a message first? And maybe carve your initials on his forehead or something so I can be sure he belongs to you!
[ dan heng is rushing, if his handwriting is anything to go by ]
haelva
something just dropped a bunch of poison on cadens a few hours ago. it looks like a cloud of dust but it is debilitating if it gets in someones eyes/mouth, and assumed to be highly corrosive. please keep an eye out and clean water on hand if it shows up.
Hello, do hope you're well. I'm seeing some discussion of unfortunately aggressive flora and unpleasant tremors of the earth. While I do not doubt you can handle yourself, I just wanted to confirm nothing unpleasant had befallen you given all of the above.
Alucard does have length you lack, though I can't imagine how he keeps it so... shiny. But yours curls so nicely around your ears and is soft to the touch -- it's a hard call.
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I'm doing well, thank you for asking. I might've mentioned my employer before? Funny little man, not only is he an inventor, but he seems quite knowledgeable about medicine. More so than that lunatic Volo, anyway.
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โdecember gift delivery
A neatly wrapped box in black wrapping paper tied with a piece of dark navy silk that it's almost black will appear at Haelva's living quarters. Inside is a hair ornament made of tarnished looking pewter and a bird skull. The opal embedded in its skull glows faintly in the moonlight. ]
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Ordinarily, he might not leave a note, but he thinks this one probably requires a bit of context.]
Something to use for now while I work on the . Or, perhaps for a special occasion.
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shitty december gift, post blanket.
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[ on god he is going somwhere with this ]
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I'm going to try to leave Solvunn and go there. [ Never mind how. ] Do you have anything you need delivered to him?
[ Nameless Couriers, at your service! ]
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She does, of course, get to keep one for herself.]
Event 18, the handwaved years; break up
Which is to say, there's always something going on during a full moon.
He knows Haelva is getting tired - or perhaps worse, bored of it all. She'll get over it, he tells himself daily. It's not as though she's not having any fun at all. But there's a disconnect. He can feel it. She no longer looks at him the way she used to, and it makes him seethe and despair. It makes him want to smash every statue in the gardens, break every mirror and window and watch the shards rain down on the grounds below, the land of her domain. Maybe douse her crypts with oil and set them all blazing. Better to make her angry than feel nothing. Nothing makes him feel cold and empty, makes him feel alone. Nothing makes him think he might actual hate her for giving him something he could hold onto, and then snatching it away.
Doesn't she know that he's doing this all for her?
They both barely sleep. But it's been almost two days since she last returned, and his ire is rising. Does she expect him to go looking for her? He has a few choice insults already sitting on the tip of his tongue when one of his beautiful servants alerts him to her presence in their domain - as though he can't sense it the second she set foot within. He waits, lounging on his throne-like chair at the end of the ballroom, the chandelier of candle and crystal bathing the dancers in yellows and orange. ]
Welcome back, my love. [ he drawls as she approaches. ]
april 5th.
scribbled rather rapidly, none of his usual tidy handwriting: ]
can you describe the hole guy real fast for me
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tell you in a bit
thanks
15 minutes later.
not long after the above messages...
Next time you send me a wayward youth, would you send me a message first? And maybe carve your initials on his forehead or something so I can be sure he belongs to you!
[ He got your delivery. ]
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a couple of days post-event 18
We should speak, soon.
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night of the shitshow, early hours of the morning
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something just dropped a bunch of poison on cadens a few hours ago. it looks like a cloud of dust but it is debilitating if it gets in someones eyes/mouth, and assumed to be highly corrosive. please keep an eye out and clean water on hand if it shows up.
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A few hours after midnight, June 16th
- Gale.
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early next month, late in the evening...
between myself and Alucard
which of us has the better head of hair?
please answer honestly but also say me
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