your mind's still trapped in twilight

[inroad]

CHARACTERS: Date Masamune & those that I owe a prompt to for this/discussed with.

DATE: after jail-breakout and dispersing

WARNINGS: will update if needed but probably not. He's just delirious from sickness .

SUMMARY: basically his escaping the playpen and then getting his five year-old ass dragged back to the doctor, anyway.

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[ he tells himself he must have done this on purpose but he doesn't remember anything to back that claim of his up. He crawls out of the river bed, choking and coughing and gagging until it turns into involuntary retching of blood and bile. All that does is worsen his confused state and his inability to properly focus. This shouldn't be happening, he repeats over and over. His heart is racing as if he just ran here rather than arrived by horse and the chest pain he experiences is little better.

It was better to get out of there if this is the reality of his state, though, he's sure. The unfortunate thing is that it makes it a hell of a lot harder to figure out what to do next. Masamune has no plans on dying—but he wouldn't be responsible for anyone else's death, either, and in the chaos it was a rather rash decision that had no time to be considered. He made a promise to someone to survive (to whom he can't remember right now how stupid of him to forget a face and a name) but everything is suddenly such a mess now that the fight or flight response has drained from him. His condition seemed to deteriorate rapidly upon leaving (or was he the only one that hadn't noticed because it took too much concentration to keep steady?)
Now even breathing, no matter how hard he tries to calm it, is like gasping for air as the world around him spins. Maybe he can just lie here and rest for a few moments? Maybe he is far enough away from whatever he's running from that he can pull himself back together.

He buries his head in his arms, collapsing fully against the bank and tries to calm himself. It only results in a shudder from him despite his best efforts and he feels his horse's snout nudge against his head for a response but he doesn't react. How is his horse here, anyway? Is this real? He wants to tell it to find Kojuro. Kojuro will know what to do.

(He's lost in his own head in sickness, but he already knows that wherever he is, Kojuro is not. Kojuro is missing or has never been here to begin with. Masamune is alone. He's really absolutely alone. Illness like this is the worst because it renders the victim helpless and like a child and he's far too easily lost in fears that stalk him in his very own shadow, relentlessly seeking to plague him once a fracture is found.)

don't look down on me. don't reject me. don't leave me. don't hate me.

don't leave me like her. don't hate me like her.

He believes he merely thinks what he actually says now as he tries to lift himself upon the ground, doubtful and uncertain of himself as much as anyone else that looks on would be. ]

Kojuro, I need you. [ he grits his teeth, fingers curling and sinking into the mud. He hates this. All he can remember is being sick as a child, right now, and it's this same terrifying feeling that brought on all his problems from the start. Why does it have to always ruin everything? Why is Kojuro— ] Why are you somewhere I can't reach...?

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Kida and Muneshige

[inroad]

—Stop! [ Masamune feels his eyes snap open, staring upwards towards the moonlit sky, hand outstretched as if reaching for something. A dream, then?

Was everything... ah no, it's not. He grimaces, the pain in his hand and shoulder shooting through him. For a moment he though himself better, but the minute he attempted to sit up it became very obvious he was not. Even so, his senses may be screwed, but his paranoia is off the chart. he doesn't remember who or what he was leaving and while he tries to regain any of those memories, he's not taking any chances. He is absolutely silent on the river bank not moving as he stares straight forward. Perhaps they don't see him. He shouldn't move unless he has to as they may just pass him on by. ]

[adlantisag]

[ Where would she go, if she were wounded? Light-headed, bleeding. Perhaps it's the Atlantean in her, but she would find water: water to bathe in, water to drink, water to clear her mind.

The light from her pendant guides her steps. The air is cold, but she doesn't feel it. Her anger sustains her.

She's still furious. How dare he? How dare he leave her, how dare he simply flee when he was so injured, how dare he be so pigheaded when they needed--when she needed him! Needed him alive!

The forest is black and bleak around her. She worries she may find him dead, collapsed in a thicket. She follows the course of the river as it meanders through the trees. It's shallow and bubbling, but she's seen people drown in shallow pools before, too exhausted to pull themselves up and out. Water is treacherous by nature. ]

Masamune?

[ She calls out his name into the dim night, until her pendant catches the edge of a shining crescent moon helmet. ]

Masamune!

[ It won't be long until she's by his side, now. ]

mooney just come in whenevs you like o7

[inroad]

[ he barely can place two and two together enough to figure out that she indeed is calling out to him, that the name actually belongs to him. Masamune tenses visibly, uncertain but for all his panic he doesn't move (it is cold, he's wet and stiff and he's frantically trying to remember who or what he was running from in the first place.

The harder he tries the worse it gets and it's not pain but confusion that affects him most. He's vulnerable when he can't keep control and losing it is bad enough but to he unable to find it again and everything falling apart at his feet it makes him want to scream.

She doesn't sound like the only woman that comes to mind—a Raven-haired princess that once gazed on him with something different than the hateful and repulsive gaze he had come to know so well no matter what he tried.

This can't be the same person... and he ends up wrapping his arms around himself as if the cold suddenly registers, his question as icy as the temperature his body language suggests he's feeling even while practically burning to the touch. ]

What do you want? [ yeah he is that far gone he's lost his ability to recognize people he knows versus doesn't. The eternal night of this place has only made this worse. ]

Sieglinde

[inroad]

[ he's awake again. this time it's not a moonlit sky but wood structure and the yellow glow of lanterns bouncing off the ceiling beams in a soft light.

...another dream? Ah, no, maybe this is the real deal now as he can't lift his injured arm at all. However, as tired as he may be, he doesn't panic, instead slowly looking around the room until his attention falls to the dark haired girl at the bedside, currently asleep with one hand at the wrist of his injured arm just above the bandages. His other hand slowly reaches over now to gently touch her head, an affectionate gesture short of a pat before he sighs in relief, his eyes closing again. ] ...There you are.

[ feels like he's been looking forever for this person even if only now does he realize who was wandering around for. he remembers her as the one he made the promise to. While he doesn't remember much past snapshots of the jailbreak and the roar of chaos that occurred during it, he does remember her.

And he'll remember everyone else, too, now with his fever broken and the sickness being treated. ]

[grunehexe]

[Sieglinde has seen so many patients since the jailbreak, but selfishly, there had been one in particular she kept praying would walk through the door. Or be carried, or dragged, or anything that meant she'd be able to treat him. Even though her fears about his condition had been confirmed, that infection of the blood had set in, at least once he was there she could do something.

It had taken her quite some time to fix him. The infection and fever had been too far gone for her to not use the magic ALASTAIR had taught her to purge it from his system, but that left the actual wound- excising the contaminated flesh, treating what remained with salves, forcing a potion down his throat that would battle fever and flush any remaining poison from his body, and bandaging what needed it, adding splints at the shoulder and elbow to prevent him from moving the joints.

Knowing he wouldn't wake for some time didn't stop her from hovering at his bedside waiting for it, or from falling asleep there.

The touch at her head and the faraway impression of a voice rouses her- but not fully, not yet. Enough though that she presses her cheek into his side, groggily reaching to pull her sleeve over her eyes and block out the light, her hair a black curtain over the sheets she'd pulled over him.]

Masamune... ?

[inroad]

[ he hums a questioning sound at his name being called, his hand slipping from her head, idly playing with some of her a moment before stops, finally looking at her again. He doesn't look that much more awake than she is albeit for different reasons. ]

You doing okay?

[ his vision is still a little blurry so he can't 100% tell but he's hoping she's fine beyond overworking herself. Still, in this sort of situation, he can't chastise her for doing it when she's accomplished so much in so little time. He doesn't know fully the event of her patients and what she had to do for him, but he'll find our about the former eventually and will praise her for her efforts and success. Concerning the latter, well, he doesn't really need details to know the most important thing. ]

...Pretty sure you saved my life. ... Thanks.

[ it's embarrassing to admit but... If only with her and no one else, he wants to try and be completely honest and sincere. Maybe if he can do that.. ]

Bolin

[inroad]

[ this is way too long for recovery, he thinks, much to everyone's arguments. It's why he stubbornly dragged his ass to shower (and sit there for a period of time just letting the water fall on his head because he never wants to be as dirty as he was for those two weeks ever again...) and drags himself back out to get dressed.

He's out of the shower and in the middle of putting on his footwear when he hears a knock at the door and pauses to look up. ] Come in.

[ there's been some knocking and waiting but mostly if he gets a knock it's a warning they're coming in because he's a little shit and will never answer most of the time to keep everyone out. He's a big baby and doesn't want to be taken care of, what can anyone expect. ]

[sediments]

[ Bolin is generally a dynamic person. For an earthbender, he's not particularly rooted in the ground, and instead has a tendency to move this way and that, and right now is no exception. He's kind of anxious, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he hovers outside of Masamune's door, a frown on his face.

And when he quietly creaks in, his expression does nothing to hide the concern on his face, the worry that gives way to his jittering. ]

Hey, Masamune. [ He greets, like things are totally normal. And for a moment, he acts like they are, expression forming a kind of awkward grin as he holds out an offering. ] Look! I brought apples!

[inroad]

[ oh my god Bolin.

Masamune blinks, surprised but then he laughs, expression genuine and shifts his position to sit on the bed with legs crossed, patting the empty area of it next to him in offering to other. ]

I love apples! Come share with me?

[ he's actually just really happy to see another face that isn't Sieglinde fussing over him, she's too pretty and young to be getting wrinkles this early from looking at him that way while she meticulously continues her maintenance.

To see Bolin worried too to the point he's gone out of his way bringing gifts... man he feels bad about it now that he can think clearly.

(But... It's nice to see signs from others that you are cared about, he realizes.) ]

Bolin (during jailbreak)

[inroad]

[ well, cool, thanks to gintoki (more or less) he has his swords back but with one arm injured at the shoulder and the hand completely shattered, it's not doing much good. Add the effects of blood poisoning and really all his swords do is carrying extra weight.

Still, his swords are... Important. Too important to let go of even if they create a bigger handicap for him than he ready has.

...something like that, anyway, and he says it as he will flop back against the nearest wall to avoid getting skewered by a bunch of arrows, coughing from the dust and grime and general exertion. Of course,his next issue will be once the guards give chase, except it never gets that far as Masamune suddenly glances up at a particular sound in time to see two guards go flying off ahead of him as of tossed by a catapult or a landslide or...

Masamune peers around the wall, before forcing himself tl give. Good natured smile and yell as best he can over towards the earth bender. ] I owe you one!

[ even if Bolin being around and taking out those guys was completely coincidental it changes nothing. God how many people is he going to owe favors to by the end if this...

At least his smile and gratitude towards Bolin is genuine, but it's also to not give away he's in a lot of pain, as well. ]

[sediments]

[ Bolin hadn't even noticed that Masamune had been there, the quarry of the mod of guards. All he'd seen was a group of angry looking city guards, and assumed that they were up to no good. He had no idea if they were chasing one of ALASTAIR's or someone from the Order, but it hadn't really factored into his decision, feet swift and strong against the ground, and his hands jutting out in a very real attack.

He's glad then, that Masamune had brought attention to himself. His spirits brighten when he sees the older man, oblivious and eager as he hurries over.

And even though he knows that the time spent in jail couldn't have been a cakewalk, it's still shocking to see the kind of state that Masamune's in now. Bolin's sense of protectiveness immediately surges, and he hovers at the older man's side with his hands drawn in toward his chest, and his brows furrowed with concern. ]

Masamune, oh man. We've gotta get you to a doctor or a healer or something! What happened?

[inroad]

[ in Bolin's defense, Masamune never would have thought this would happen either. But he guesses if you piss the wrong people off who really want to make a stand and you're not taking their normal baiting techniques anythings possible.

He would physically wave the worry off if he wasn't using his good arm currently to try and strangle the pain out of his arm at the wrist. He laughs, albeit it a little bitterly just thinking about it. ]

Supposedly it was "interrogation" by some crazy guy. It felt more like harassment but whatever, it's all good. It looks worse than it is.

[ no it's actually worse than it looks but why would he say that? ]

But, yeah, I'm kind of useless in this fight so I'll get someone to tend to me ASAP. [ after it's safe to find a healer or doctor and not put them in danger of being associated with him and after everyone else is helped because he figures by this point what will a few more hours matter? ]

Sorry to be baggage here, Bolin. Think you can pick up my slack helping out?

Pearl (aftermath/days following)

[inroad]

[ as a male of high power in the Sengoku Era of Japan, he lives by a code stricter than any western knights of chivalry follow. However, he's not exactly all that sure on how certain things come across or his best set of actions.

Like for instance, he has wondered if this would be considered stalking or just spying as he follows Pearl around from a distance during one of her multi-erranded adventures. He only intended to watch her for one go before disappearing but he hasn't quite found his answer yet so he's inevitably still following her in hopes of discovering what he's looking for.

The thing is that he's not making any efforts to hide from Pearl because he's too busy trying to assess her actions and behavior to pin a label on the one that is friends both with Kida and with Gilgamesh. Other than having the tolerance beyond a saint he's not sure what he's expecting.

So he just watches, follows, eats, watches, eats, follows some more. But at one point while he is eating (again), the woman wanders by him, he just glances up at her and follows her path that ends with talking to a local merchant not far enough to constitute a move. So he just looks on, very curious, and eats his candy until he finally just apparently can't stand it anymore. He waits until Pearl goes to pass him again and makes to grab her by the arm and pull her to take a seat next to him before letting go and returning to his candy.

Is he going to say anything, such as explain what the hell that was all about or why he's been following her around like either a) a creeper or b) a lost dog depending on who wants to interpret (although any suggestions of him of intent definitely seem to be hinting more towards option b). as threatening as he could be, he's very not so much, right now. It might help that he's not in his full armor (can't do that anymore with their names on the king's shit list... but he doesn't seem to be taking any huge precautions like a disguise or anything at the moment.

...thank you for joining him, pearl! ]

[beyourrock]

[Pearl had been gathering ingredients in the following days after the jailbreak. She actually seems to be in high spirits, humming as she walked, even a small skip or two when she walked. The days leading up to the jailbreak were stressful for the Gem, but now that everyone was safe and sound, for the most part, Pearl felt like she could relax once more.

Masamune may notice, on his stake outs, that Pearl had an unusual red mark on the back of one of her hands. It was intricate, in the shape of a flower. It certainly wasn't there before if he had ever seen her on the network.

Pearl could feel someone watching her this day. It's unsettling to say the least. She clutches onto her bag of ingredients, walking a little faster. It's too late. She feels herself tugged down to sit next to a man. Flinching, she moves to stand up, her shoulders shrugged up to her ears, clearly offended.]

Excuse me! [She hisses in a whisper.]

What is the meaning of this?!

[inroad]

[ the markings are interesting to say the least and actually are the perfect excuse to answer her now that he's got her attention. Masamune looks up at her as he munches on his candy and she, clearly offended (rightfully so, to be honest) is demanding to know the situation.

Still, it's pretty great that she can keep herself in control despite. She clearly is not intending to draw attention despite being unhappy. He swallows his candy and smiles. ] Yo~ [ he's so weird with his greetings sorry pearl... ] I was just admiring the ink design on your hand. It's really intricate.

[ his smile softens now, looking almost apologetic but not there intentionally. It takes him a second or two, but the reason become pretty obvious as he is trying to pronounce her name correctly without too harsh of an accent. ] Miss Pearl, right?

Sieglinde (few days later when he's good enough to be moving around)

[inroad]

M..m... I really think it's okay, Sieg.

[ he could see why she would be uncertain (even without knowing anything about her fear) but as much as the animal seems to be a bit... weird looking, Masamune isn't really getting much from it suggesting it's ready to do anything but receive head pats.

Standing between this rather large...dog...e...thing.... and a tiny lolita that does not seem as receptive to the doge as it already is to her... well, this is one of the more interesting standoffs he's seen (and been in the middle of) for a while now. It doesn't help that they're standing at the stairwell leading up to where they stay, so they are technically having this encounter in public (luckily it's not a freaking apartment complex). The creature seems to have been waiting for them (her?), and while it bounced over from the top of the stairs to Masamune as soon as it saw him, allowing him to take a look at the note slide into its collar, the doge definitely was oogling Sieglinde in a new best friend little master sort of way. ]

I know it's addressed to me, and it's kind of big for a dog but that just makes me think even more it might be like that lion what's his name has... [ or kida's thing but he really didn't meet that under the most clear of circumstances to identify it as a mount. ] and that it's just about your size.

[grunehexe]

[It might be a bit hard for a passerby to judge the situation- if it was comical or not. After all, there was a tiny girl literally hiding behind a samurai, both hands clutched tight in the back of his jacket, knees almost knocking together in either strain for standing or fear, and there's... An unnaturally large dog. With an unnaturally shaped body, to boot.

If she was being logical and had to name the beast, Sieglinde would likely call it a hellhound or a barghest...

But she couldn't stop the memories of bleeding slash wounds from claws on the backs of her villagers, the snapping of jaws, the eerily lit faces of the werewolves that gathered to her call in the basement of the green manor, crowding around her magic circle. Even if they'd been fake, and she'd seen the men underneath...

It was true fear on her face, learned and enforced throughout her life to make her afraid of the woods and of leaving the village.]

But why is it here-

[inroad]

...To help you out. [ he looks at the letter again from ALASTAIR, glancing at the dog before glancing back at her. she is obviously terrified of this thing and the dog just wants to be a huge cuddle toy from the looks of it (it's not that fluffy to do so, though...). What a situation. ] He's big enough for you get around on him but he's small enough that he can come inside, too...

[ Masamune tilts his head a moment, before leaning forward to reach out and gently give the dog a scratch behinds its ears. for a moment its ears flatten and a slight whine escapes it before it seems to realize that Masamune is only intending to give it some affection and so its tails starts to wag again, pushing its snout against Masamune's lower arm. ]

...Did you have a bad experience with dogs, before?

Gilgamesh

[inroad]

after this trainwreck }

[ that was an excellent text conversation. Epic and dramatic but Masamune is used to exchanging those words in person and clashing seconds later.

There's a slight letdown in texting your intentions ahead of time only to have to then head out to the place of engagement.

...So it goes, though, he supposes, offering the last apple he has to his horse that isn't stabled but tends to idle itself at the goblin settlement for food. He actually hasn't walked much of their area but now is as good a time as ever to change that. Since he doesn't need to lay low with the goblins, the hood to his cloak isn't necessary on these streets once he's walking them. The rest is still useful for some warmth from an otherwise cold environment that's average for the time of year and the lack of a sun.

The setting for this stage is not In Masamune's hands and he doesn't pretend they possibly could be, either. Until Gilgamesh presents himself, the warlord has few options but to wait and wander.

So wander he does, surveying the twists and turns—the individuals crowding one corner end versus another. It doesn't take long for him to start to legitimately wonder if their group had done themselves a disservice not trying to dissect this place the same way they did the actual city of Chantes itself at an earlier date. Perhaps there's a lot to learn here simply by existing in it.

Or perhaps not. Thankfully none of that is what he's looking to cross paths with out here. ]

[babbylon]

[If by excellent he means a complete waste of time, then yes. Excellent certainly fit the bill. Ordinarily Gilgamesh wouldn't bother with such useless encounters, but as always Masamune draws him in with his inexorable energy and without much else to do he figures he might as well show the man up. Let him get all that nastiness out of his system so he can rile him back up at some point in the future, then they can start all over again.

Gilgamesh watches Masamune from the moment he sets foot in the settlement. He isn't much for stalking but cannot seem to help himself here, so he allows Masamune to wander in search of his opponent. Allows him to grumble and stumble his way around until Gilgamesh decides to put an abrupt end to the adventure.

A single spear stops him in his tracks, thrust from high above just shy of his toes, and Gilgamesh unveils himself with a grin.]

You certainly took your time.

[Or more like he did, hunting his prey. Gilgamesh floats downward from the edge of the roof, hands in his pockets. A few goblins look on in confusion, some in worry, as they appear to sense a fight's to break out. But others gather around for this explicit purpose. His heels hit the dirt with a quiet thud and his eyes look sharp as ever.

He's perfectly healthy now and thus perfectly willing to entertain this delusion of a dragon.]

Well, let's not dawdle any further. Come at me, then.

[inroad]

[ Its almost a smile that threatens the corner of his mouth but not quite... there's a hint of amusement, maybe but at the same time there's a distinctive lack of being able to pinpoint his feelings from his expression. There is the smallest shrug. ]

I hear it's fashionable these days.
[ oh well... can't disappoint a crowd, right? At least he's sure Gilgamesh will be happy to entertain attention on him if nothing else. ]

Am I coming at you with just punches, too? Or were you just using polite words in text? [ for the record because.... Yeah. Can we just say how excited he is for this chance finally. finally...!!! everything that happens as a result of this is absolutely worth it for the chance to get to knock that snarky devil bitch of a grin off Gilgamesh even for a second.

He won't let it be halted so easily this time. Masamune never liked the same surprises to be successfully used on him more than once. Get ready, Gilgamesh, your how to train your dragon skills are about to be evaluated. ]

Sieglinde+ Masamune + Sebastian

[grunehexe]

[In the absence of anyone else from her world, the manservant who had been at her side as long as she remembered or the butler who had served her as long as his master was under her care, Sieglinde had found Masamune- and in the time since their arrival in Chantes he had helped her with many of the mundane things she was unable to do, particularly when it came to transportation... remembering to eat...

And he'd graciously offered not to tell any potential suitors about their cohabitation unless he found them a distasteful match, which was considerate.

But now that Sebastian had arrived and pledged his servitude to her once more, it was time for a long overdo introduction.]

Masamune, this is Sebastian Michaelis, the butler to Earl Phantomhive, who served me in the Green Manor when I was treating his master- and who assisted in my flight.

[She nods to one, then the other.]

Sebastian, this is Date Masamune, a warrior lord of renown in his land, who has been a great aid to me in this place.

[Introductions are done with a smile from her seat on one of the few chairs in the flat, feet kicking slightly in merriment. Now, play nice, you two. You'll be roommates if she has her way.]

[inroad]

[ Masamune actually is not quite sure what to say. Or to think, really.

As in what is the point of this introduction, exactly.

Finally, after glancing between the two (what is he supposed to say or think, the guy's a servant? There's something not right here... This Sebastian feels off to him even if he can't figure out why or even if that feeling is positive or negative)... he folds his arms, still unimpressed. He has a bad feeling about Sieglinde being sneaky about something here. This individual could be another Bad Life Choice like Gilgamesh, for all he knows.

Is Masamune supposed to say something? Because he's not making a sound but his expression is slightly critical, like he's assessing the other again. And oh, is he ever. ]

[anti_altruisms]

[ Archer waits.

Arguably, none of this is his business. He could simply allow Date Masamune to continue on as he has and crash and burn in due time. The man might mean well, but it's already quite obvious that he is ill-equipped to handle a predator of Gilgamesh's caliber.

In some ways, though, "damage control" is in his very nature. It would be easy to leave the issue alone, and if Masamune refuses to listen to reason, Archer will wash his hands of the affair. In the meantime, however, he will make the attempt to steer the man away from a very obvious train wreck waiting to happen. ]

[inroad]

[ Masamune arrives not too far behind.

Even without using any dragon metaphors, warlords of Sengoku Jidai have no natural predators other than themselves. Rarely did any of it occur off the battlefield. it's partly why Masamune has been able to be so obstinate and even ignore warnings.

Being young has its advantages a lot of times but this isn't one of them. Even still an assassin or other deadly circumstance is easy enough to face and deal but there's nothing that simple about any of this.

Since leaving to head here he's been thinking on his encounter with Gilgamesh, trying to consider and understand how it played out, where it came from and was there any other possible way to take it?

this kind of how it feels dealing with that those crazies?

Again something Kojuro could beat into him were he here. ...Hell, were Kojuro here this would be a significant issue. So in a way, he's glad to keep his retainer away from it (he's sick of people trying to take his things, sick of people thinking they can just take Kojuro away from him as if he would ever let him go in the first place—?

there's a first time for everything, too. Considering Gilgamesh's apparent power (that he still has really yet to see), things aren't exactly looking favorable. At least, not at the moment. He has plenty of questions and no answers to really properly asses this. He insists he'll get over this regardless of wha assistance Archer can be, that he'll settle down and not be so spooked. Last time Gilgamesh even hinted at this, keeping a low profile dissipated it.

That shouldn't be hard to do. Even Archer was technically suggesting the same. However, it's not as simple for him when he has Sieglinde and he doesn't...

He hadn't really thought a out Archer's crap on pride and whatnot but once he'd bailed and was getting to depart, seeing the spell book she had received made him realize that is absolutely where his pride could be shattered. Perhaps the only place, even. How do you protect people when you are shown to be able to protect yourself?

Masamune absolutely does not want a situation where that girl feels that she isn't safe if he's there or worse on top of that she needs to protect him.

At least Archer isn't hard to spot. Only once he's close enough to be in speaking distance does he pull the hood of his jacket down. This running around with hoods or scarves or cloaks is getting old, too. ]

Yo~. Been well?