-Looks down at Morgo's jacket-
... Sorry. Just for the moment.
-She takes it off, leaving her in her sleeveless top, then puts on Solace's jacket-
-Hanging up Morgo's jacket with care-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?The jacket is already a robust testament to the Soviet ambitions against winter: lined and heavy, it's warm and lived in...really lived in. You could tell the damn thing was Solace's from the earthen smell of it alone, never mind the stitched in pockets and places for various bits and pieces in it. like the wooden cross held in the left inside breast or the few tokens and the like sewn into the collar and cuffs.
The energy reacts with the various modified pieces of the jacket with an intimate familiarity of each and every one, it regaining that hummmmmmmmmmmmm of energy felt back that time ago.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]... I'm not her. But you can still stay with me.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?The energy, no, the magic settled into the coat, like it had settled into a chair to read next to a large fireplace and plenty of shelves as the night rain provided a pleasant soundtrack to the evening, the percussive back and forth of the fire and rain slowly forming the background accompaniment to something that was only going to be the most comfortable of stretches of time.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-Despite it all, a tiny smile sneaks onto Gracia's face-
-She reaches up, stretching her sore muscles-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?(Clarice!)
(is walking through the upstairs hall, sporting a new outfit
, her hair a bit wet from a shower)
Hrmm...
-the combine harvester shakes a little-
-behind her is a 25 foot tall robot that looks like this
-
-she makes a 'shhhh' motion by bringing her pointer finger to her mouth-
-she looks like she's gonna pounce on the combine-
All our wishes can come trueOutside
Iwasawa: ...(is very visibly nervous at the size of Bonebreaker as she quietly steps away, trying to get out of what looks like an inevitable Giant Robot Fight)
Upstairs
Jasmine: Nothing? (looks back at Clarice) Do you know whether it's a matter of scope or activity?
The damned queen and the relentless knight.

It's the sigil from Solace's door.
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