I'm so sorry dear
my prayers offered for you n mom n all her family b friends

may God comfort you n bring you peace n let her rest in peace with God

She put the Kanda away. Not one to argue about such things. It was true it could be addicting. She thought about your questions as she looked at you.

"Red, if you want it to stop you have to go to the source. If it is a curse you need to find the source of the curse. This isn't a simple malady. I wish it was.

I wish it was something I could simply heal. The woman, where was she from?"

North Town
When you say she's your friend again, her hand comes up to rest over her heart, even if you're blipped out into another headspace and can't see it. It means a lot to her. In a world where all she's known is awful men, it occurs to her how strange it is that she has only three friends they are guys.

It makes her think about Paz. Not a friend, but a hero.
There's a sad moment, but she considers whether the other woman would have approved of her going after Guillermo on her own.
Paz would have set someone else up to do it, put something else in motion... something that would have worked out just as she'd planned.
Not the hot mess that Free has created.

Jackson Ward brings Guillermo on and sets him in the chair and she vibrates inside, her gut full of rocks as she looks away from the sight of that chair and someone in it. Anyone, even Guillermo.

She makes a point of looking down the hall to check that Oscar is still unconscious in the foyer, avoiding what's in the room.

Jackson Ward --

She glances toward you, your focus on Perry. This isn't the walk in the park Jackson or the joking around Jackson, and she stays quiet as she observes you as you watch over Perry.

You speak to Guillermo and her gaze slides there and then quickly away.

You tell her you've got her and she wants to go to you and crush into your arms, but you need your hands available, there are things to do.
So she whispers, "Thanks, Jackson," the sound lush in spite of her discomfort.

She shifts out of the way so you can pass through the door to retrieve Oscar and bring him into the horror room as well.

It's like watching people clean. It's that uncomfortable feeling like you're meant to be helping even if there's nothing for you to contribute.

She lingers there in the doorway, sometimes pacing away a few steps and coming back to peer into the room, like she can't take it in for too long.

Donegal
As Lysander led Brigid away from the enigmatic manor, a lingering sense of curiosity tugged at his senses, pulling his gaze back over his shoulder. Despite the instinctual urge to flee, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to that place than met the eye—a weight, an importance that lingered in the air like a palpable presence.

With a furrowed brow, Lysander tore his gaze away from the manor, a silent vow forming in the depths of his mind. For now, he would keep his distance, wary of the unseen forces that lurked within its walls. But the allure of its mysteries lingered, a siren's call that beckoned him to return, to unravel the secrets that lay hidden within.

But not tonight.

With Brigid close by his side, he pressed onward through the streets of Dongal, the village slowly receding into the distance behind them. Though the shadows of the night still clung to the cobblestone pathways, Lysander felt a sense of relief wash over him as they emerged on the other side.

As they ventured further into the unknown, Lysander remained vigilant, his senses sharp and alert for any signs of danger that might lie ahead. For though they had escaped the grasp of the manor, he knew that the night held countless other mysteries waiting to be discovered, and he was determined to uncover them all, one step at a time.

**West of Argentum in Central Gor**

~I look curious at first , then when you say its kanda, I shake my head and reach over with my long strong arm and drop it in your lap~

"I don't use the stuff unless I'm about to die .. It will make me weak and it's also addicting.~

~Riding a bit ahead then, I am quiet for several ehns as we ride, but I stay near you as we do~

"So do you know a place to stop as we travel south again to help it insteada numb it ? ..

I'd really like that.."

The whole Pitch Class set concept was a big deal in the early 1900's. It evolved into 12-Tone "Tone Rows" which is a form of serialism. It's not a terribly popular way to go about composing any more but the guy who wrote the film score for The Matrix movies used it as a way to organize themes based on subject material.

I "get it"...what all the terms mean, but I can't say that I'm enthusiastic about it. It's important to know from a historical standpoint, but tonight I'm supposed to analyze a serial 12 tone piece by Ernst Krenek and I'm staring at this thing and really...I couldn't give a shit. His stuff is almost as bad as what I just put up here, my little 45 second piano piece.

North Town
He follows Free into the room with you in it, and places guillermo into the indicated chair before taking a few steps back to stand next to Free.

A look to you, questioning.. "This is working?"

But he'll remain quiet as you work. Arms slowly crossing over his chest as he waits patiently. He has high patience for Netrunners. They do things he could never do, after all.

His strength was of a different sort.

"Okay. Hear that, shit head? Remember what I told you."

There is a clear threat in his tone as he addresses Guillermo for a moment. But then looks back to you.

"I got you."

He'll head over to the other man, pulling him into this room so he could keep an eye on both. There may come a point where he has to act fast and he wanted them both close by if that happens.

Donegal
Her nose crinkled in distaste at what she was feeling from this place, it was foreign to her something she had never felt in the entirety of her life. We are beings of darkness, twisted thoughts, and dark desires this place should call to them with open arms, instead repels with the stench of goodness.

She had never done a good thing never had a good thought what was it about this place. She felt you take hold of her pulling her closer to you as you shielded her from that place. She did not want to get any closer to that place, so she gladly stayed against you.

She looked from you to the manor once more as you spoke, then they returned to you

"I can feel that to it is a call we should leave well enough alone."

She moved easily with you as you guided her away from the manor, glad to be getting away from that feeling. Whatever was behind its walls she hoped would stay there let it bask in its goodness, as they would reveal in their darkness

Walks out

She watched you, of course, she heard you but the words sort of drifted off because she was focused on the faces you were making. The injury must be hurting you.

"Survival would be good. Yes."

She reached into her bag and took out a small pouch and handed it out to you.

"Kanda. To help dull the pain. A few leaves to chew should be enough, though you aren't a small man so maybe a leaf or two more for you."

She tilted her head as she watched you.

"I try not to think about the causation of your injury and focus instead on the cure."

{hehe...}

{hehe...}

as midnight approaches i slip to the floor and cover myself......goodnight A/all

out

**West of Argentum in Central Gor**

~I chuckle as you scorn my big black beast with the white patch of fur in the shape of a diamond between his expressive eyes as he eye-balls you with the profile of his big head as he also watches when we are going .. He gave you a strange look , and I note that he did indeed pay attention again and I think once again how strange that is .. Even stable hands can't handle him .. He can really a pill to anyone but me..

My left eye squints as if I am in pain .. A pain I can usually ignore.. Then I laugh a bit at your words , the same words that more women will reply with.. But you are smart and seemingly experienced in life~

"Of coarse.. Well then , maybe some time I will show you some tricks , so that maybe you will have a real chance to survive such an unfortunate situation ..

But as I will tell you now , that the trick is to know 'where to e' not just try to stab and run .. That sorta thing will probly get you killed..

Where would I be then .. with my problem ?"

~My left fist subconsciously clinches~

{me thinks I set that one up perfectly... and unintentionally. Sorry rt popped in.. Play nice and have fun}

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North Town
Her head bows a little when you say 'more than most.' She knows Night City is full of pain and hers isn't special, but she does know she's strong. Just like any of us who are still standing.

She's amused when you say you hope to not need the poison woman, but it's not there in her voice. "I hope you don't need me, too."

A glance down the hall at Jackson Ward as you explain that you'll do your best, that you'll clean up behind yourself with the work you're doing now and she knows in her gut that you know what you're doing. She trusts no one would do it better and that she and Jackson are in good hands with you. Guillermo, too, but with very different intent.

If she told you what she had to do to get into this building on her own, you'd know she can handle however much discomfort she has to in order to get this done. "I'll be right back."

And she's gone to Jackson to check in, letting you work.

Jackson Ward --

You give her that nod and she backs up to give you room as you pick up the body she'd struggled with repeated jerking pulls to drag down the hall, having to use her full body weight to get him from the foyer to the living room. It appears to be effortless for you, simply tossing him over your shoulder like he weighs nothing.

Guillermo's sounds are muffled and she trails slowly behind you, watching how his torso swings against your back.

He is not the all powerful being she thought he was.

Her paradigm shifts again.
He was powerful only because he had power over her.
Only because she was made helpless.

He is ... just a human.
And not a good one.

She can't decide if it soothes her to realize her tyrant is nothing special or if it makes all the more horrible that he was able to do the damage to her that he did, when he is so insignificant. Is she even smaller than she'd thought, if she could be under the thumb of someone so weak?

It's all uncomfortable and she hovers in the doorway as you put Guillermo on the chair that makes her queasy when she looks at it.

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