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Who: Kain (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ordealer) and whoever else tags this.
When: 8/23 - 9/15, during Rejectionquest 2k16
Where: Inside the home of little Sebastian Reuben Rumpleschnuck, fourth son among seven in a family of mages with a mighty lineage stretching back for generations, to the extent that even now you can find the Rumpleschnuck initials carved into random desks, initials that were scribed by Seb's great-great-great grandfather.
What: Crushed hopes, shattered dreams.
Rating: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Maybe one of the small children flings porn and ups the rating, I don't know.
[Little Rumpleschnuck crumpled to the ground. He had reached the last stage of the cycle of grief, having spent the last fifteen minutes screaming and shouting and then numb and then desperately asking the Heroes to...could they...could they do something? Anything? But no, he had reached acceptance and crumpled. His stare was bleak. His tears never ending. Sebastian Reuben Rumpleschnuck was numb, voiceless, speechless.
His six other siblings stared at them from the stairs. The older were worried and...angry, angry at the Heroes. The younger ones horrified - they had taken Pigeonsblood for granted. They should study!]
We'd...best leave.
[Understatement, that. And they had another 25 letters on this street to go! The flying pig oinked, distressed.]
ordealer) and whoever else tags this.When: 8/23 - 9/15, during Rejectionquest 2k16
Where: Inside the home of little Sebastian Reuben Rumpleschnuck, fourth son among seven in a family of mages with a mighty lineage stretching back for generations, to the extent that even now you can find the Rumpleschnuck initials carved into random desks, initials that were scribed by Seb's great-great-great grandfather.
What: Crushed hopes, shattered dreams.
Rating: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Maybe one of the small children flings porn and ups the rating, I don't know.
[Little Rumpleschnuck crumpled to the ground. He had reached the last stage of the cycle of grief, having spent the last fifteen minutes screaming and shouting and then numb and then desperately asking the Heroes to...could they...could they do something? Anything? But no, he had reached acceptance and crumpled. His stare was bleak. His tears never ending. Sebastian Reuben Rumpleschnuck was numb, voiceless, speechless.
His six other siblings stared at them from the stairs. The older were worried and...angry, angry at the Heroes. The younger ones horrified - they had taken Pigeonsblood for granted. They should study!]
We'd...best leave.
[Understatement, that. And they had another 25 letters on this street to go! The flying pig oinked, distressed.]
You're a hero to us all and/or lowering their guards before I STRIKE.
But it's only vaguely tempting and they do have a job to do, so instead he sighed.] I'll attend to the cat...they seem to be chasing me about, regardless of what I do, and you coax down our pig?