Reach & co March + April Catch-All

[notyourmonster]

Who: Reach and others
Where: Jubilife and the Fieldlands
When: March 11th - April 31st
What: Catch-all for hijinks and shenanigans involving Reach! They're getting settled into their job on the Security Corps, figuring out the lay of the land, and making friends and acquaintances, among other things. Prompts in the comments!

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[notyourmonster]

Not for the first time, Reach comparatively doesn't immediately register that Paige is dead. Though it may not be the norm here in Hisui, they've certainly been to places before where people had similar characteristics naturally. It's only as they draw closer that they start to get that familiar feeling, not just of a line pulled out of place, but of a soul who has evaded Limbo's touch.

It's something that makes them pause, just briefly, and consider her in some long silence before they reply. They're no Lantern; technically speaking guiding the dead is not their calling, though it is still somewhat in their nature. But what would they do, even if they were one? They don't have a Scythe or a lantern with which to ferry her to where she needs to be. And without directly examining her lines, there's no telling if she's not already where she needs to be. Whatever entity had brought them all here was much stronger than your average Toin, after all, and might even be something more akin to their dad. Which is admittedly weird to consider, since Xakkob is...well, very very different from that thing.

Whatever the case, Reach finally concludes with no small amount of staring that they can't do anything about this potentially dead woman, and there's no immediate reason that they should. So, having made up their mind on that, it's back to vacation time.

They crack a casual smile and shrug. "Oh, he's not a friend just yet. I just noticed he was stuck n' might be hurt, so I'm tryin' to get him patched up. Just gotta find some berries."

[ghostlyecho]

There is. A remarkable amount of staring going on.

Paige withers under the gaze of this strange person, regretting engaging with them at all. She should have known better, especially having recognized the death-touch on them. The closer she gets and the more they stare, the more she realizes it's not the kind of death-touch of a CUSTOMER, but is more like that of her BOSS(es??).

She's about to leave, assuming she's unwelcome in their company, when they speak again. How casual and relaxed. How...bizarrely dissonant.

"O-Oh. If it's just berries you need, I have quite a few here." She raises the basket on her arm, heavy with assorted fruits and herbs. "Some pecha, cheri...I think there's an oran or two hiding in here."