Field Mission 5: Il Prigioniero, Part 1

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There was a theme park in Caleb Cleveland, Kid Cop #7: The Carnival Caper. Sirs, I gotta say, I liked that one a whole lot better. NAVIGATION Click here for the RNG thread! 1. IL PRIGIONIERO: WELCOME TO CORMANTHOR A. A CRASH BETWEEN TWO FERNS Lucretia has given the orders and locale for the next Grand Relic to be reclaimed and destroyed, a task that will present itself with many new and weird dangers that the Reclaimers haven't come across before. For anyone looking to brush up on their history of Myth Drannor, the Netheril, and the forest of Cormanthor, some of you have already learned a great deal of what occurred here, in bits and pieces. Leon, the Artificer of the Bureau of Balance, had described the tale of a very unfortunate city facing a major energy crisis that was bleeding out the land. You've already met the culprit behind one of the worst decisions humanity has ever made (Spoiler: it's Karsus, a god-tier shit wizard who sacrificed himself to get some of you out of dodge back in Lyrabar), and seen the destruction, first hand, of what happened to the Netheril via the events of Vista Virs. Phew, that's a lot of lore to take in all at once. But as history would have it, there are always a few sides to every story, and the fall of the Netheril wasn't the only mass of land that had been affected deeply by its twisted magical decay. The forested region of Cormanthor, not far from the source of corruption, did as well. Cormanthor was once home to capital of High Elves. They had resided in a city deep within, warded carefully from the outside world, known as Myth Drannor. Today, it lay in shambles, lost forever and protected by the sickened forest that surrounds it. You see, over 200 years ago, a floating city of Netherese fashion had appeared over the vicinity of Vista Virs. A battle raged on between heroic paladins and the cult that had raised it into this plane of existence. The result of that war sent the planar magics that bound the raised city into turmoil. Its target? Myth Drannor. And what didn't destroy the city from impact damage left a far deeper, darker problem among the elves that lived there. A twisted sickness, a dark corruption, it seeped deeply into the hearts of all that dwelt there. Legend has it that the Tree of Life itself, Yggdrasil, is at the heart of Myth Drannor. But that's all ancient history at this point. No one's been able to make it deep enough into the woods to find out what really happened. Most often, they find the city of Shadowdale instead, and with that... Wonderland. Speaking of which, you'll be blasted down to the outskirts of the forest. The entire balance of magic in this area is highly off kilter, which isn't entirely new to some of you veteran Reclaimers. When a Grand Relic is used, it often leaves behind a very distinct path of destruction that makes even the most learned scholars scratch their head. Magical interference runs nigh high throughout all of Cormanthor, which makes this mission particularly dangerous. Bubbles are not able to penetrate the canopy of Cormanthor or land directly at Wonderland. As Lucretia had said a few months ago, these missions are going to get harder and come with higher consequences. She has faith in all of you to make better decisions. You're the most amazing and stalwart people she's ever met, after all. Blasted down to Cormanthor in parties no more than 4, you land somewhere near the outskirts of the forest. Look behind you, and you can see the yellow-hued mountains of the Netheril behind you, boasting a land of pure desert and its own uniquely cursed roster of flora and fauna. Pitter patter, Reclaimers. Watching a coast as it slips by the ship is like thinking about an enigma. There it is before you, smiling, frowning, inviting, grand, mean, insipid, or savage, and always mute with an air of whispering, "Come and find out." Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness Back to top 2. THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS B. EMPTY WOODS The woods of Cormanthor were stunningly beautiful once. Before most people who walk among these trees were born, sure — but once upon a time, this was a beautiful place. A living, thriving forest, like any other great wood. When the Reclaimers enter, however, the first thing they'll notice is the silence. Unnatural, ubiquitous, and oppressive, silence is the single unifying factor throughout these woods. The trees themselves shift, first sparse pines, then white ash and beech, and finally towering oaks, maples, and hickory. The silence doesn't change. There is no noise but the wind rustling the leaves on the trees — and as you get further in, even that begins to fall away. It will become quickly apparent that there's no animal life here. This is a forest in stasis, certainly, but it's utterly devoid of birds flying overhead, four-legged creatures scurrying through the leaf debris. No deer, no wolves, no bears. No monsters. No insects, even, if you're paying attention. Those with the ability to speak with animals will notice very quickly that life simply doesn't seem to exist here. Those with the ability to speak to plants may be even more alarmed, because while the trees and other plants do respond, their replies are sluggish and distant, somewhat reminiscent of speaking to someone suffering with a severe fever, drifting in and out of consciousness. Travel through Cormanthor's forest takes a few days' time, and so much time spent in silence begins to take a toll. Never mind the fact that no matter your Boy Scout badges, you can't forage for anything useful out here: nothing from the forest that is eaten provides any sustenance. Eat a bucket full of berries, and you'll still be as hungry as if you hadn't eaten a thing. The trees press in on all sides, and you know each one is different from the last, but after a while they all start to look the same. Some will be more affected than others. Those with a madness effect (RNG'd or chosen from the list on this mission's dossier) will begin to feel it by the end of the second day. There are infinite options of how to play with this in the frozen forest, but here are a few possibilities: ○ If you have forgotten something important to you (1), it can happen quickly or slowly. Perhaps you're camping with your bubblemates, talking about someone from home. That Greg Grimaldis, was he really that bad? the Reclaimer to your right asks. Who, you ask, perplexed, brow furrowing, is Greg Grimaldis? ○ If reality is beginning to distort (2) for you, you might become abruptly certain that you're going the wrong way. Wonderland is back the way you came. Anyone trying to convince you otherwise is absolutely up to something — trying to make you look bad? Trying to hurt you? Who knows, but they're definitely up to something. ○ If you've lost valuable skills (3), they might drop out from under you at the worst possible moment. Even a forest in stasis has its hazards: pitfalls, roots that disguise holes and twist ankles, flimsy bridges that collapse and leave you hanging perilously over ravines, et cetera. Design peril to fit the skills you've lost. When you reach for your tried-and-tested knowledge, what do you know? It isn't there. You have to figure out another way out of this. ○ If you're feeling unlucky (4), guess what? The one person/thing in this whole realm that was keeping you safe isn't here right now. Everything around you is a portent of awful luck. Is that tree telling you to go die? It probably is! Paranoia creeps up on you from everywhere. Even your teammates. There's something about them that makes you certain everything's going to go to hell any minute now. C. EMPTY CITY Before you enter, you can see a town and only a town. Step across the border and you'll feel a barrier, something invisible and not quite permeable. After a pause, it seems to accept you, and your foot touches down in Shadowdale. Then you look up. You can't help but look up. Stretching so high you've got to crane your neck to see to the top is a great gold tree sprung from the center of town. You couldn't see any of it from outside of Shadowdale's borders, but the town, it seems, wants you here. It wants you to see Wonderland. This could be paradise for a while, a place to stay safe from prying eyes and protected by the vastness of the forest as the Reclaimers track down this latest relic. Except, not to put too fine a point on it, it's kind of creepy here. The whole place is empty — not everyone-got-up-and-left-in-a-rush empty, but ghost-town empty. Nobody wants to stay here, it seems. Maybe there's somewhere else they'd rather be. Regardless, it leaves you with plenty of lodgings to choose from. If you don't mind making your own fun, there's plenty to do, too: bookshops to visit, bakeries to use, butcher shops to — okay, maybe not that one. There's a courthouse, though. Who wants to play Judge Judy? Consider any shop or government building one might find in a small town to be fair game. After a few hours, though, it becomes clear that this place isn't quite empty after all. You aren't the only ones investigating. D. A FAMILIAR FACE (OR TWO) ○ The first face you see is a friendly one. Upon seeing the bracer on your wrist, Matthew Hollyweather walks right up to you, all the more readily if he remembers your face from New New Aspen. Despite the setting, he's clearly and genuinely pleased to see Reclaimers here. To those he's met before, he's eager to share all the positive change going on in New New Aspen: the newfound peace, the booming economy, pictures of one bajillion bouncing new spider-nieces-and-nephews. To those new to him, he introduces himself as Mayor Hollyweather of New New Aspen with just enough good-natured self-derision in his tone that he comes off as authoritative but kind of embarrassed about it. It becomes obvious pretty quickly that he's been here a while — a few weeks, perhaps, more than long enough to get kind of lonely. Matthew's only company so far has been that kid, who's nice enough, but only showed up a couple days ago. And why is Matthew here? Well, that's where he stops being quite so much of an open book. He's looking for something, that's what he tells you. Something he's missing . . . and that's all. If you want to know more, you're going to roll for it. Everyone can get information from Matthew, but if you were present for the New Aspen mission, you'll get +2 on any DC on top of your existing class or skill bonuses. ○ The kid Matthew is talking about makes himself known soon enough. Perhaps you catch him perusing the bookstore in his fancy-boy suit and spiffy fancy cap, nose deep in a tome his thin arms tremble to hold, clearly paying no attention to you. Or maybe he's chowing down on some truly unusual-looking fried concoction (where did he get that?) in the town square by the fountain, clearly paying no attention to you. Wherever you first see him, he is clearly paying no attention to you. Once addressed, he will brightly greet you and introduce himself as "Angus McDonald! I'm a little boy, I'm ten years old! Who are you? How did you get here? It's a really nice day, isn't it? It's nice to meet you!" Angus says a lot, actually. But other than giving off a strong vibe of needing to be noogied, nurtured, or both, he doesn't actually tell you much. Asking him anything is a good way to get the question turned right back on you. But then, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? If you can stand listening to him extoll the virtues of Caleb Cleveland, Kid Cop for a few minutes, you might level up enough to actually learn something. Of course, you can't stay in Shadowdale forever. Literally: you can't. Every Reclaimer's feet are inexorably pulled to the entrance to Wonderland after not very long at all. The golden tree at the center of town is impossible to ignore. Step into the elevator at its base, and you might very well find yourself elbow-to-elbow with Matthew or Angus, staring as the numbers tick up . . . up . . . Carrying you to Wonderland. Back to top 3. WELCOME TO WONDERLAND E. A BEARY GOOD TIME You arrive in Terminal Square, where you can sign up for a membership with Roland and find out more about this larger-than-life amusement park. The entire theme park city seems to run on a currency known as Wunderbux- directly inscribed via magic into a stone you're handed after filling out a small precursory screening by the giant anthropomorphic bear. Gifted with some starting credits and maybe a really gaudy Roland-eared hat, depending on how much of a good Wonderperson you've been so far, he explains that certain actions in the park will add credits or remove them. He advises against owing Wonderbux to Wonderland, if you can help it. "Wouldn't it be unbearable not to be able to ride the rides!?" Yeah. You know what this guy is all about. Chutes and ladders will take you all over the various places of the park, all branching out from Terminal Square. The entirety of the complex is, at scale, ridiculously large. All throughout Wonderland, you'll be treated like a king if you let yourself be pampered. The sheer amount of gilded perfection that went into crafting this place is at a scale even larger than the Moon Base. Gorgeous fountains spouting golden water are not infrequent, stands selling food of every type imaginable pepper anywhere there's space, and often as you pass by, you can hear people having the time of their lives here. F. PLAY WITH ME IN THE SPACE! There's so much to do in Wonderland. So much. Honestly, you wouldn't be the first to say it's overwhelming. That's part of the fun! Wonderland sweeps you away with all of the fun it brings. We could fill pages with the wonders in Wonderland, but why don't we stick with a few highlights and let you fill in the rest? ○ Wonder Square: When you first enter the confines of Wonder Square, you'll notice it looks and feels sort of like a casino... minus the strong and pungent smells that usually accompany those types of areas, typically. The wide birth of the room overlooks a beautiful vantage point of the top of Cormanthor's forest; pale greens look out into a sea of leaves for miles on end, as if the rest of the world doesn't exist outside of Wonderland itself. And why would you think it does, when you're here? Tables are set up for games, games, and- you guessed it- more games. Arm wrestle against a machine to test your strength. Shoot hoops into a basketball for 60 seconds. Engage in a few games of chance: Queen's Call is particularly abundant in this area. You'll notice this is where Maria can most likely be found, surveying the area like a snake mother, carefully winding herself around the pit and ensuring that no one is up to anything less than pure, unadulterated fun around these parts. You can do you best to scam a few extra Wonderbux here, either through legitimate play at any number of the machines present, or otherwise through less than scrupulous means. Don't get caught, though... it never ends up quite well. Dodging in and out of the crowds of Wonder Square, often charging forward and giving his best at a VR simulation of as snowboarding game, you might find Niel here as well. He's awfully energetic, a typical cornerstone of youth in the midst of a truly killer arcade. One thing you might notice, or might... not notice? Every now and then you might look at someone one moment, enjoying themselves thoroughly or getting a little deep into the game they play. You blink, and suddenly they're gone. And so is the recollection of events that've happened the entire last hour of your life. Something tells you not to question it, deep down. If you could only remember what they looked like... or the fact that they were even here to begin with. Oh well, there are games to be had. Might want to head on over somewhere else. We hear Event Square has a ton of live entertainment for you to check out. Some people are even saying that there's a cactus like creature performing Jazz tonight! Now that's something you've never seen before! ○ Round Square: How did you end up in this luxurious tram? It's truly fantastic. Wheeling around the entirety of Wonderland as night falls, you're swept away with the romance of it all. Look at those stars! Look at that moon! You gaze fondly at the person sharing this ride with you, and— Wait, who's that? How did they get in here? For that matter, how did you get in here? You don't remember getting on this ride. But here you are, with a fellow Reclaimer and, if you're particularly (un)lucky, a native elf, too. In the latter case, it might be a good time to ask them some questions. In the former case . . . snuggle? We're not your boss or mom. ○ Speed Square: Upon entering the speed square for the first time, another Roland will ask if you got your Roland Racing Registration! Then you'll have a stamp card shoved in your hands. Going on each roller coaster gives you one stamp on your card, which you can then hand in to a friendly Roland for a beary special reward. ○ Ghost Square: While the Ghost Square has many options to take some years off your life — from haunted houses to fortune tellers to wandering workers done up in bedsheets — the main attraction here is the Hall of Mirrors. It boasts of the "longest mirror maze in Faerun!*". Inside, all the mirrors are kept polished to perfection via magic, varying between normal reflections and wavy funhouse style, but some of the mirrors might reflect something... weird. Either a friend from your home world, or a version of you from your past, or even a reflection of the person's soul. It's a fun ghost story everyone shares. *: The poster has the tiniest print of 'that we know of'. Whoever runs Wonderland has a good lawyer. ○ Reeducation Ride™: Not everyone's the funloving sort we want here in Wonderland, but there are ways to deal with that. For anyone who cheats, is rude to carnival workers, or is a persistent curmudgeon, party pooper, or fun sponge, it's time for the Reeducation Ride™. On this disciplinary ride, you are strapped into a cart that wheels in a wide circle for three hours, during which you are hugged and complimented by a slew of Roland Replicas™. Begone, sour face! Elevate, low self-esteem! Be snuggled! Be huggled! Be happy. Everyone gets in on the fun here in Wonderland. No matter how reticent one might normally be to do so, something about this place just puts pep in everyone's step. Nine times out of ten you might be the kind of person who finds rides, games, and having fun to be childish or beneath you, but guess what? Here in Wonderland, you're at least a little into it. So are the few non-natives you see. Angus is here, trying to figure out the rules of all these arcade games. Matthew is here, getting lost in Ghost Square and wandering the food court. A couple of other faces, too. Anything in the dossier is fair game for your use. But keep in mind, Reclaimers: those madness effects? They're still very much in effect. You're still in Cormanthor forest, after all. The longer you stay, the more you play, the worse it gets. Little by little, hour by hour, day by day. Have fun, kids. Be yourselves. Don't do anything Lucretia wouldn't do. Back to top 4. OOC In order to keep to our goal of providing the most personalized Wonderland experience for all of you, we're setting a limit of 3 RNG attempts per character this log. Additionally, please be aware that while more mundane rolls will have standard-level DCs (for this log, anyway), any RNG with the potential to uncover plot information is high-risk high-reward and will have a very high DC along with steep penalties for failure. As always, we will let you know of this before we roll, and you have the option to decline any roll at any time. Other than that, this is your story to write and your setting to play with! Anything on the OOC post is fair game, and if there's something you'd like to try, please don't hesitate to let us know on the RNG thread. Back to top blurb code by photosynthesis

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[gambolshroud]

[It feels strange, planning to go help themselves to a place that must have been someone's home at some point, but— given that this place is a ghost town, it doesn't really count as trespassing, does it? She nods in agreement, following whatever direction he gives as they make their way there. Anyplace quiet will do, and she'll be glad to have a roof over their heads.]

I'll keep an ear out for anything people might send over the bracers— once we get there, you can just focus on taking some time.

[She steals another sideways glance, catching the barest glimpse of the ends of those clawmarks once more.]

Your face... was that from the shattered glass, or did the bears do something?

[noblegarnet]

[Ferran rubs the palm of his left hand, where most of the rest of the damage was done. Even if he's grateful he's come out of it in one piece thanks to the healing, it's still a little sore, and it's kind of terrifying to be faced with the idea of losing his dominant hand.]

Glass.

[He doesn't like the feeling of being looked at right now—he doesn't even know what it looks like yet—but he keeps himself from withdrawing further.]

The bear didn't even do anything. Just said I looked like I needed to cheer up, and put me on this slow ride.

[gambolshroud]

I'm sorry.

[As if that changes anything. She frowns to herself, turning her attention forward again.]

That's when you held up the mirror?

[She can only assume.]

... I should have been there. None of us should have been wandering in this place alone.

[noblegarnet]

[He's gotten a lot of "I'm sorry"s in the past. He'd be resentful about it, but he knows that's the best people can offer, sometimes. Although his eyes turn towards the street and his hands still, he keeps a tight hold on them.]

That was after the mirror. Like it didn't even recognize that I was hurt.

[Blake's statement just brings him back to the thought that the attempt seemed cautious. A magical mirror and a mascot bear. Not disrupting anything—just looking. Goes to show what he's learned about this place, he guesses.]

It figures... the one time I thought I'd be useful...

[gambolshroud]

It—

[The timing of the Roland's offer hadn't even occurred to her before, because it was so very nonsensical. She swallows hard, her expression still mostly neutral, but there's just a touch of anger peeking out from behind her eyes, breaking through her usually calm demeanor.

He had been badly injured, and the bear had just thought to shuffle him onto a ride as though it were nothing.

She exhales, forcing herself to remain collected.]

This isn't on you. You know that, don't you? And you've been a lot of use to the Reclaimers since you got here.

[noblegarnet]

[Ferran's jaw tightens, and he doesn't reply to her reassurance. It would just end up in an argument he doesn't see helping anything. Just like him, ha.

His tone is pretty drained when he changes the subject, both aloud and in his own mind.]

It's around this next corner.

[If nothing else, they've learned that this place follows its own rules and nobody else's. There's only the vague idea of an amusement park here, covering up whatever the relic is doing, but Ferran doesn't know how to approach it at this point.]

[gambolshroud]

[She knows a subject change when she hears one, and the stillness in the air between them, the weight of that momentary silence— it reminds her of herself, who she used to be.

Quietly, she reaches over and, without looking, takes one of his hands as they walk.]

Right. Lead the way.

[But they're not done talking. She'll just let him get comfortable first.]

[noblegarnet]

[There are a lot of people who like holding hands here, he guesses. He thinks about how long it must have been since he'd let anyone show him affection, before he came here... and his fingers curl around Blake's.

Agate flies up to perch on the eaves of the house several feet ahead of them, on the lookout for threats, and Ferran raises his free hand to open the door with a quick cast of Thaumaturgy. What use that will ever be... well, he guesses it's just like the rest of him and what he knows. The familiar will follow them through the door once they're inside, and Ferran will close the door behind him in the same way. His pack is already sitting on a table nearby.

He lets out a shaky sigh.]

[gambolshroud]

[In most situations, Blake wouldn't consider herself to be one of those people— but now, in the moment, it feels necessary, and not just for his sake. If she's being honest, it's been a terribly lonely few months, which was saying something considering just how much she tended to value solitude. Though there was a moment's hesitation as she took his hand, she relaxes as his fingers curl around hers.

She's grateful for the friends she has left, Ferran most certainly among them.

When they arrive, she notes that his pack is waiting for him, and she gives a faint half-smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.]

Looks like you've already made yourself at home. That'll save time.

[She looks back to him, a concerned frown taking the place of that smile. She knows better than to ask if he's okay— he's obviously not, but she hates feeling useless when a friend is in pain. It's something she's been forced to experience far too many times in her short life.]

Is there anything I can do for you?

[noblegarnet]

[He slides into one of the few seats in front of that table, resting his right hand against the cool surface as he leans his cheek into the other palm. He is attempting to look nonchalant with it, but it's really more of a defense to hide the recent injuries. His familiar lands on the table, blowing his hood back from his head with her wings before they exchange a meaningful Look.]

I don't know.

[It's not a no. He did ask her to come with him—he wants her company, just... doesn't know what might help that he's willing to ask for. That's the thing with not experiencing a lot of trauma beforehand and cutting yourself off from your support system when it does happen—you don't know how to deal with anything. All he can think is that he doesn't want people to worry about him.]

Thanks for coming with me.

[gambolshroud]

[She takes the next seat over from his— if all she can do for now is offer her company, then she'll do exactly that. She makes an effort not to visibly wince as his familiar blows his hood back; she succeeds in keeping her expression neutral, but seeing the extent of his injuries...

That glass really had done a number on him, but he'd been lucky. It could have been a lot worse.]

We can just sit here, if you want. We don't have to talk.

[It's the same offer she'd given him back in Lyrabar, too. Ferran, she's gathered, doesn't really know how to talk about what's bothering him— something she relates to.]

It may not feel like it right now, but... I think you got lucky.

[noblegarnet]

[He bristles at that, though not verbally. His jaw tightens for a second as his temper flares, but he tamps it right back down with a deep breath. He'd reacted to people trying to cheer him up back home in the same way. It's a miracle you survived. Try to look on the bright side. Remember everything you do have.

Maybe he doesn't want to be grateful. Maybe he just wants to be angry.

But Blake only means well, and she's a close friend that he would do any number of things for. Besides that, she's right, and this isn't the same level of incident as the one that's come to define him. Out of everything he knows as a possibility, temporary injury is on the lower end, even when coupled with terrible memories. He manages a neutral tone and expression when he replies:]

Yeah. The relic behind all this... I'm sure it could do a lot more than shatter a mirror.

[gambolshroud]

[She averts her gaze, just for a moment. Even without his saying so, she knows what that tightened jaw means, that momentary tension that sings through the air.]

I don't mean that you shouldn't be upset, or angry. You should. Be angry for as long as you want.

[He hadn't said anything about wanting to be angry out loud, but she can tell.]

I'm just...

[She looks back.]

I'm glad you're here. That you weren't hurt worse than this.

[noblegarnet]

[Ferran is definitely going to be holding a grudge against Wonderland for a long time—but his general bitterness towards his situation and his continued uselessness, that's just an extension of the usual. He lets out a heavy sigh, rubbing his face briefly.]

... thanks.

[He can't quite look at her when he says it, but his gaze does move in her general direction.]

The last thing I want to do is worry anyone.

[gambolshroud]

[It's something, at least, and even if their eyes don't meet, she manages a small but genuine smile.]

Afraid you can't do anything about that part. Friends worry.

[Often in far less severe circumstances than even these.]

Actually— we're more than friends, aren't we?

[That could mean all sorts of things, but:]

We're teammates. So we look out for one another. We help each other bear our burdens.

[noblegarnet]

[Some amount of surprise comes to his face when she says more than friends, but it clears away when she explains further, replaced by a look that's almost as awkward as it is tired. He looks away again.

No, of course. Teammates. Still...]

I... we have a different idea of teammates, I think...

[gambolshroud]

I used to think of them differently, too.

[She's not sure if that's at all helpful, but she watches him with interest for a moment.]

Until I made the right friends. I won't forget what they taught me— that I never had to do anything alone. I'm not going to let you forget that, either.

[noblegarnet]

[But doesn't that make them friends more than teammates?? ... he's too tired to argue semantics. Instead, he offers a self-deprecating remark as he rubs the back of his neck. He knows his tendencies by now.]

That's not an easy task you're signing up for.

[gambolshroud]

[Not in her book. Her team is her family. It's more than just friendship between them, and she feels similarly about Ferran, as well as others here.

A faint, wry smile pulls to one side of her mouth in response.]

Well. I wasn't so easy to deal with myself, when my team first took me on. You tend to sell yourself short. You shouldn't.

[noblegarnet]

[Ferran's spent enough time thinking he could take everything on by himself. He'd rather be realistic—which to him, means being aware of just how little he's capable of.]

It's better than false confidence...

[He would much rather everyone underestimate him, at this point, than expect anything great out of him. He holds back a sigh, trying to change the subject... again.]

It sounds like they mean a lot to you.

[gambolshroud]

There's a different between false confidence and determination. We all make mistakes. But letting those mistakes, those failures define us... that's a mistake, too. I learned that the hard way.

[Her smile warms slightly, her gaze both fond and wistful as she turns it away for a moment.

He's right, and she misses them.]

They do. I loved them more than I ever thought I could love anyone. I wouldn't be who I am today without them. The people we choose to spend our time with— they can change us for the better.

[noblegarnet]

[Ferran has to wonder how long Blake has been fighting, and how long she was doing it with the team she loves. There's a lot about her he doesn't know, but there's a lot about him that nobody knows. He almost asks her more about her friends, but despite himself, he gets caught in a downward spiral of thinking about his own situation. He's a little envious of her to have had that team.]

It hasn't worked out that well for me.

[gambolshroud]

[In a way, it's almost like listening to herself— to the girl she used to be before life at Beacon set her on the path to change.]

Well...

[She looks back to him, offering a small, cautious smile.]

Maybe your luck is due to change.

[noblegarnet]

[He offers a weak smile in return, not wanting to be a complete downer, but it's so hard for him to accept anything encouraging about his own situation.]

I don't think I want to get my hopes up... but maybe.

[He can at least manage that much.]

[gambolshroud]

I'll take a 'maybe.'

[She knows from experience that sometimes, that's the best you can give. For now, she reaches out to lay a hand over his on the table, hoping to offer some small amount of comfort or reassurance.]

Can you at least accept that there are people here you mean a lot to? Whether or not you value yourself, we do.