screwthatnoise

♥ v2

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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What do we have to do, Janta?

"Um—! Take me to someone who can sew. True Heart can sew. So can the nurse! Or someone else who is here can put me back together..."

... See? Let's go to the nurse.

... okay. But don't look at me.

[ taking the limb back, and I guess you can take Janta since we only have one usable hand each. ]

Downstairs, right?

[ -- nods, making sure not to look ]

Yeah. We have to head back.

[ nodding, and taking a deep breath before trying to open the door they came from, hopefully it's not blocked ?? ]

It's not blocked! In fact, as long as you believe you can make it over that board over the hole in the floor, nothing named Zwei should bother you as you make your venture down the stairs either.