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Who: anyone
When: day 38, after noon
Where: in and around the train

[A gentle breeze keeps the afternoon cool. It seems peaceful around now, with the malice pushed back so far, unless you're heading to the island of concentrated malice of course.

It's a good day to relax and daydream.

Distantly you might sometimes hear the tick ticking of clockwork? Or it might be your imagination.

Speaking of imagination, if you think about things too hard you may find your thoughts and feelings shared with those nearby. Or even if you don't think hard at all.

At the mildest this might simply be like your thoughts and emotions being understood by others next to you, either in a vague or explicitly detailed way, but at the most extreme you might project shared delusions. Something like others getting to watch your own memories. Or fantasy sequences. Or inner monologues. Or maybe even blending you delusions with another's.

Whether it goes that far or remains a more telepathic/empathic thing is very random.]

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[He freezes as the memory hits]

[And for a brief, a very brief moment, there is an instinctive feeling of terrified PANIC]

[He jerks back, tripping over his own feet, and hitting the ground with his ass and a muted grunt, looking around quickly. Assessing no threat, the panic subsiding quickly into startled confusion.]

[Then he looks at 80H. Opening his mouth, closing it, just staring as he wraps his head around what just happened.]

["Amane" and 80H might have the same eyes, it's impossible to tell with her blindfold but they sound exactly the same.]

It is only an illusion, do not be alarmed.

[her end of the bond was, at first, filled with surprise and then something approaching wistfulness and heartache, but now it's empty with a dangerous sort of nothing.]

[When you're used to people always hiding their faces, you start to look for other tells, other things that tell you about people.]

That....it's not...I wasn't scared it just showed up. [And he wasn't. He's not sure WHAT he was scared of. There had just bee something there, that had been.]

Amane? [He's calming down, but he's looking at her now because it's odd. Going from a mechanical name to something. Normal.]

That is not my name.

[Her voice is calm and not impolite, but very firm.]

...you've been through a lot, huh?

I am fine.

[He chuckles a bit sardonically at that.]

Hm. Is that so?

Why would I not be?

[still very, very calm and very Polite.]

[Shrugs.] Fine now doesn't mean fine in the past.

So, birds?

A good thing then, because I always have been.

[she is getting the last word here]

Birds are fine.

[He just gives her a look that says he doesn't believe her. If she's always been fine, then he's always been fine.]

Did he make stuff like that often? Wood creatures or just birds?

[she finds that look irritating, but she's not about to call him out on it.

...anything as long as it was wood or other plants.

So kind of like a druid?