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A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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[he stops-- and oh.]

Let me... at least fix your arms and legs.

[retrieve from inventory: knitting needles and yarn.]

It cries out dramatically, trying to wobble it's currently bean-like body away.

"N-no—! Those won't make me happy! I don't think it would, especially... from—!"

The bear gasps and stops itself from going any further. It's clearly realizing how overboard it's going, you are evidently making it uneasy, boy.

... From me?

I think it's silly to not accept help from someone you don't like. Help is still help.

But... what would make you happy?

The stuffed animal is hesitant.

"I-I don't dislike you... but this..."

It's hard to find the right words, but it looks down at either side of its body, at its limbs.

"They did this to me. Partially because of you, right?!"

It takes a deep breath.

"And... what makes me happy is a safe place to be happy in. My friends make me happy, too."

... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that to you... But I can fix it, and I can keep you safe until we find a good spot.

"I don't know..."

The bear seems hesitant, but it's not resisting.

I promise-- you have my word.

[he settles down next to Janta, and starts knitting. This... is going to take a bit, because he isn't fast-- but he can make rudimentary arms and legs, and fill them with excess yarn to give them some stiffness. Attaching them is harder-- but he fashions a type of hook so that they can attach where they're supposed to be.]

The stuffed animal looks around hesitantly. Over the course of this knitting adventure you'll hear laughter from around you—Zwei, of course.

Can I put them on you?

[HE'S POINTEDLY IGNORING ZWEI, BECAUSE SERIOUSLY, SCREW THAT CHICK.]

please don't screw her

The bear nods... it's quiet, a little unsure and, well!

[you know what i meant.

Anyway, he's attaching the arms and legs-- congratulations Janta, you. You can move on your own again]

There.

I'm sorry I caused you to get hurt.

It moves its limbs experimentally...

"Thank you... I. I don't know what happened, but it really was your fault. Because... because the one who did this to me wasn't Zwei! I-it... it was..."

Hail, right?

It places its little knitted hands over its face. It refuses to confirm or deny.

It's okay...

[he offers out a hand, if he wants to climb up to his shoulder]

Um. You can stay out here, or I can put you in my inventory, where you'll be safe, even if anything happens to me.

It's jittery again, but. Grabbing onto his hand.

"Okay... That's a little worrying though, but if I haven't died yet, that means that I won't die just yet!!"

It's whatever you want, to feel safest.

[so. he's... going to pick him up, and put him in his inventory]

But I can still hear you from here!

[it's wide, Janta. And you can play with all the random crap he has there, like spare food and stuff!]

"W-waah!"

The doll that represents Echo's happiness is a whiny little thing.

[BUT HE'LL BE SAFE. NOW, into the darkness. Let's see... if I can find the ballroom.]

Into that cold darkness you go.

The room it leads to is dark and musty, much like the hall, but this time the darkness, and this coldness—it's denser. Along the perimeter of this entry room sit small piles of rubble—from the walls? the ceiling?—in a strangely organized mess. With every step the floor boards beneath your feet creak. Located to the immediate right of you is a decrepit fireplace.

There are many places to go from this room, too.

Straight ahead of you is a grandiose staircase leading up.

On either side of this staircase is a giant door hanging wide open—perhaps leading to the same room of an extravagant size? The light from that room occasionally flickers.

To your left is a large archway opening to a hallway that leads into blackness.

To your right is a similar archway opening into a similar hallway.

And, of course, behind you there's the hallway you just came from.

Hopefully you remember where the ballroom was, though that should be obvious—! ♥

[INTO THE ROOM WHERE LIGHT FLICKERS!!]

Into that room you go...

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