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[imaginate]

Characters: Kyle & various.
Date: Nowish.
Location: Earth, Metal, and Wood Sector.
Situation: Various.
Warnings/Rating: Mind control related trauma, discussion of mass murder.

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[imaginate]

Make sure you stay in one castle. [he makes a dramatic show of "thinking".] And then we need a poet, to sing songs about my bravery and your beauty. And then we have to make sure he never tells anyone you're the one who had to rescue me from the dragon because it turned out to be misunderstood.

[backwordscompatible]

No promises.

In fact, if you even think about sending a poet after me, I will dive head-first off the Turtle.

[She's proud of you for knowing how this really works, though.]

[imaginate]

We can't skip the poet!

[For all he knows the entire story could be adapted into an arcade game.

wait.]

[backwordscompatible]

[I see what you did there]

[She laughs again. It seemed impossible not to spend long enough time with Kyle--and they had been spending a long time walking back today--without laughing. And borderline crying. And experiencing just about every other emotion on the spectrum, all within the span of a few hours.]

[The conversation briefly lapses into a comfortable silence. She continues to lean against him as they stroll along. Head lowered just enough for her hair to obstruct her smiling face from his vision.]

[They'd been right earlier: they definitely needed today.]