[un: sprite bulb] voice;

[bearshermark]

[An aggrieved breath brushes through Eleven's crystal. He sounds tired and annoyed in the moment, as though speaking directly to someone of something]

I'm trying to grow things, here.

For Goddess' sake, I only just planted this patch yesterday.

[He sighs, temper easing, though his voice remains underscored by a thread of tension]

..Has anyone found anything about the dark waters? How to remove them or purify them or.. something. I've been working around them much as I can, but something will surely need to be done to clear it up if this village is going to thrive after we've gone.

[He's going to leave one place better than they found it okay.

..Maybe. Hopefully]

Comments

un: absterge

[downswing]

It sleeps at the belly of dried wells. Bearing no scent. Chilled.

[bearshermark]

[Hm, it's been awhile since he's had to decipher Wangji. His translator is a little rusty]

Are you saying you've found a source in the wells, or that you've touched it?

[downswing]

Encountered it at a well's bottom.

The surface appeared settled.


( In the way of weighted, gelid thing. )

[bearshermark]

[Far from being an expert in the composition of substances, a number of likely unsafe ideas come to mind]

I may need to try a few things.

[downswing]

You intend to retrieve samples?

[bearshermark]

Likely should.

[downswing]

Do not hasten alone.

[bearshermark]

I'm not so reckless as that.

[Anymore.]

[downswing]

The village appears deceptively tranquil.

[bearshermark]

You almost sound worried.

[downswing]

I grasp danger.

[bearshermark]

And invite it.

[He's uh. salty]

[downswing]

He who 'goes wherever the chaos is.'

[bearshermark]

Is that a title you hold?

[downswing]

Perhaps.