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Cleaning up after chaos: A post Khan event question
Not everyone who frequents the Nexus was unfortunate enough to be caught up in Khan's attack. Reynard had ended Winter in his own world and engaged in his usual annual seclusion that, as it always did, ended once he had run out of alcohol. The sight of an obliterated Nexus was not the pub crawling paradise he'd remembered it as. It seems that he's missed the action and stumbled into the aftermath. People are tired, disoriented, upset and in shock, or powering through their emotions by helping organise everyone else. Without much of a thought, Reynard falls into a group that is already working to set everything right again. Or as right as things can be set. As it turns out, an atmosphere of destruction and tragedy does wonders for a Spring-sick Winter spirit.
He looks as awful as he feels, and far more sober than he'd like to be. He's forgone his coat, but kept his gloves on and a makeshift mask for the work at hand. Reynard has volunteered for the grim task of working with the dead. In a shaded area he helps move bodies to rest side by side, covered in shrouds that have started to vary in colour as they run through their supplies. These are the ones who have not, or cannot, be identified.
It's been a long day, and it's been hard graft, and everything feels hotter than it is, especially with the cloth around his face. Reynard takes his gloves off, leans against the edge of a table, and pulls away the mask, revealing an unkempt beard. "What would you like to happen at your funeral?"
He looks as awful as he feels, and far more sober than he'd like to be. He's forgone his coat, but kept his gloves on and a makeshift mask for the work at hand. Reynard has volunteered for the grim task of working with the dead. In a shaded area he helps move bodies to rest side by side, covered in shrouds that have started to vary in colour as they run through their supplies. These are the ones who have not, or cannot, be identified.
It's been a long day, and it's been hard graft, and everything feels hotter than it is, especially with the cloth around his face. Reynard takes his gloves off, leans against the edge of a table, and pulls away the mask, revealing an unkempt beard. "What would you like to happen at your funeral?"
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He dips his head and touches his hat. Usually he'd bow, but he is quite exhausted. "Reynard North. A pleasure to meet you, miss Tielle."
"Thank you for your kind words, but I'm in no need of comfort. I didn't know these people until I carried them here," he explains. "They're my charges now, and they get their due respect, but the dead don't upset me." A wry smile sneaks onto his face. "They're some of the most pleasant and agreeable company. I know not everyone feels the same, which is why I took this job."
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"Please, Reynard, there's no cause for concern. While I may need to seek nourishment from the blood of the living, I'm far from the ruthless hunter you must think me to be. While the thrill of the hunt was quite fun in my youth, consensual bloodlettting rituals and harvesting the blood of those consigned to death, be it from illness or public execution for their crimes, was far more effective, and even allowed for a surplus to be stored in my coffers."
Reaching down to her hip, she revealed a small flask.
"Unfortunately with no way back home, this is all I have to last me, but I'm sure I'll manage to work out some sort of arrangement. I have enough enemies as is, the last thing I need is to find more, especially having no real idea about where I even am for the time being."
Her smile faded a bit as she drifted into thought again.
"I've only fed directly from a human once in the past five hundred years, believe it or not. And even then, it was for his sake..."
She fell silent, staring at her flask as her mind wandered. Looking back up at Reynard, a cheerful grin spreads across her lips.
"I'm normally not this sentimental, and besides, I doubt you're interested in listening to me ramble on about two centuries worth of drama and heartache. We do have a common task at hand, after all." She casts her gaze back upon the bodies, noticing some curious wounds, the results of something, from what she could gather, was beyond even her expansive knowledge.
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Her mention of a common task is met with a confused dropping of his eyebrows before he spots where she's looking and his mouth breaks into another smile. He waves a hand and shakes his head. "Really, my dear, they're not troublesome. I lift them and move them and they let me. You already have much to figure out, by the sounds of things, without taking on another task. Did no one explain to you where you are?"
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"Understandable, trust isn't something to be given lightly, but to rather be earned after all."
Placing the flask back at her side, she lets out a sigh.
"The last thing I remember is being thrown through some sort of planar rift. The next thing I I awoke in an alleyway by some old secluded tavern of sorts. From there I took some time to regain my strength and now here I am, making due with what little supplies I have left."
She walks closer to the bodies, surveying the scene, examining their wounds from a distance.
"Tragedies such as this... do they happen here often? If you insist I not aid you in preparing the dead, perhaps there is more I can do for those left standing, something to prevent a repeat of such events."
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Faint creases appear in his brow as he watches her. "Most people want to go back when they find themselves here. A way back is the first thing they look for, and one of the first things they ask about. Aren't you looking to go home?"
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"It's probably best that I stay in hiding for a while. If that demon thinks that I'm dead, then those I care about will be safer for the time being. As painful as it is not to be able to return home, it's safer for my daughter that I do not..."
She gives him a wry grin.
"And what better place to hide than a separate plane of existence."
She pauses in thought for a moment, tapping the flask at her hip.
"Since this will be my new home for a while, I'm going to need a place to stay.... "
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No need to make things any more difficult for her, then. Offering up what he knows is a small help, but it is something. "There are plenty of places around that take in people. Places to rent or buy, hotels, inns, abandoned buildings, if you're so inclined. They're not hard to find. Most are in the Downtown district, and almost anyone will point you in the right direction if you can't spot any."
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"Well then, I suppose I should have a stroll through the downtown district then. Though, there is one more issue I need to sort out. I do need a supply of blood, otherwise I would starve. Perhaps you could point me to someone who might be able to help. Perhaps a healer of some kind who wouldn't mind lending me some assistance."
She smirked, taking another sip of her flask.
"Who knows, perhaps when I find a place to stay, we can have a nice chat about what I may be able to do to help these people."
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"A point in the right direction is more than enough to get me started. Once I do get settled, by all means feel free to stop in. I'd still like to have that chat about where exactly I might be able to help once things return to a slight semblance of normalcy, and besides, too much time to ones self is never a good thing."
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