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Orbiting a planet, there is a moon. On that moon, there is a castle. In that castle, there is - well, a lot of things, many of which will become relevant shortly. But for the moment, let's focus on a particular cell: it's stone, with one wall in metal bars and a door hanging slightly open, and it has a wood bench big enough to lie down on in one corner. In that cell, there is - no one, for the moment.
"what if gardening were syexy" Jamie falls on the "what if farming were ominously romanticized" setting
waiting-to-be-rescued
"Okay." Lane starts to go for the one leaning against the house anyway, but stops. They start walking back in the direction they came into town from.
one-you’re-using
Walking, walking, walking, oh wow this is so exciting and interesting except for how it isn’t, walking, walking, walking, at least the scenery is kind of novel, walking, walking, walking.
waiting-to-be-rescued
And after ten or fifteen minutes they turn off the road and into the yard of a little farmhouse, or rather, it actually seems bigger than most of the ones they've passed, but none of them are particularly expansive. Lane stops a fair distance from the door, inhales to start saying something -
up-to-nothing-good
- and is interrupted by a voice from behind them both.
"Emilane. Whoever-you-are." A greeting, from the - probably a farmer, based on Lane's previous description - sitting sidesaddle and oh-so-casually on a broomstick, her feet a few inches off the ground.
(Lane, perhaps predictably, startles violently at the broken silence.)
one-you’re-using
Is this person planning on murdering them. He’s going to be really annoyed if this person is planning on murdering them. They probably aren’t but it’s been a day.
“Could you rank your current desire to commit homicide on a scale from one to ten, I’m not in the mood to guess.”
one-you’re-using
“Great. The person I’m standing next to recently experienced mind control and might resume being mind controlled at any time, watch out for that. I’m Jamie.”
waiting-to-be-rescued
"She needs somewhere to spend the night, can't use my place since. Aforementioned mind control."
up-to-nothing-good
"Why aren't you sending her to one of the empty cottages. And how are you even here?"
waiting-to-be-rescued
Lane sighs.
"She's an extradimensional visitor, Overnya. And since aforementioned mind control, we thought she could use some backup, in case I decide to drag her back to the moon for Lady Arteinal to vivisect for her magic system."
one-you’re-using
Jamie just. Isn’t going to address the pronoun thing, it’s probably a translation error.
”Yep.”
up-to-nothing-good
"What, and if you get zapped on the way there you just....? Rampage all over town?"
up-to-nothing-good
"Yeah, I'm sure it has been - it has for me too, Emilane, you could've given me some fucking warning - you could've said goodbye - I had to fend off a swarm of vampire fruit bat beasts, y'know, and I kept pinging you and you didn't show - eventually I brought in Kal, but not before they got a quarter of the western orchard -"
