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SW- Kidnapped, pt K

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The huge orange cat offered her a predatory grin and allowed her access to the cell, but kept her held tightly during her visit. Both of the restrained men hung still in the crackling force cages, neither of them conscious or able to move. Lyssia slipped as close to them as the Togorian permitted, reaching down to hesitantly touch Keiran's cheek when the cat-man turned the energy cage off on viewing her intention. "Who are you?"

Her hand glowed blue with unnoticed slight Healing energy, filtered through the Bond and unconsciously applied; she didn't notice it and probably wouldn't be able to stop even if she did. Both men stirred; Xadro was the first to awake. He blinked at her apparel. "Zss...? Nice clothes."

Keiran mewled in recognition. "I know those feet-!"

The well informed and sadistic gaoler Togorian silenced Keiran with a swift and savage clawing to a rather sensitive area, pressing the torture field on Xadro's cage simultaneously, and dropped the shredded mating part's pieces like so much trash. He knelt and showed her the blood with a cruel sneer, speaking up in rough Basic* "Boss tell when give memory. NO find out self. No try. Or helpers hurted."

Not quite pleading, but definitely not demanding, Lyssia cringed at the Mandalorians' pain. "That's enough! I wasn't going to try to do anything- I just wanted to see who they were. Stop hurting them."

The Togorian fluffed up anyway, spat, and poked her. "Name of smaller human is Keiran. Name of older human is Xadro. I stops hurting them, you leave. No lasted names. Boss no angry with ME."

Lyssia frowned, feeling pain herself for some reason she didn't know, and hurried for the door, looking over her shoulder briefly at the two men before rushing down the hall to get back to her room before she could got into any trouble. She huddled under the blankets on her bed as she tries to recall those two names in a sea of foggy and indistinct memories she couldn't see or quite grasp. She gave a frustrated noise and cut herself off subconsciously from the pain by withdrawing her Force powers into herself.

The Togorian leaned close and sniffed the cage with obvious distaste. "Smell vaguely of Togorian blood, human. Crazy mixedbloods."

The mangy murderous jailer, not a very pleasant or accurate representative of the larger part of his species, spat again and smirked knowingly at Keiran. "Girl not know you now, tiny mixblood. You kittens born soon. You never make more."

He offered a sneer, hissed at the pair, and then stalked off with bristling fur and a twitching tail, personally offended by what was, to him, a caged abomination that well deserved whatever torture it got that made things worse by wed to a slave that refused to fall in line. He really didn't dislike or care about the full-human Xadro in the scheme of things, however, but torture was his profession. He closed his eyes and had a peaceful night's sleep, totally untroubled.

Keiran was entirely too pained even with his high tolerance to such to Heal himself and was further kept off balance by woe at Lyssia's predicament and withdrawal. He bled in place without even enough coherence to scream. The wound wouldn't kill him, but the nerve center would have howled at a mere tap- the sharp and none-too-clean claws maiming had rendered it beyond description for utter debilitating agony.

Xadro kept his eyes up and drummed his hands on the cage, feeling for any points of shoddy construction as it shocked him. "Well. That went well. Now we know she's here for certain."

Lyssia felt the pain even through her unwitting survival mechanism and resumed the Bond, Healing energy seeping out of her down their connection into her partner without her intention or knowledge, and caused her to feel tired. She curled up and tried to rest, but the haunted amnesiac woman couldn't manage to. "Why...?"

Keiran gave a faint sigh and fell into sleep as the blue energy flowed out of his body, seeped Healing energies enough to kill the pain... but causing little else, unfortunately. Xadro snarled. "Hopeless."

The berserker began steadily berserking, though it was of course far harder to smash things like steel with bare hands and bones rather than beskar gauntlets, but kept a steady and unhealthily savage pace for hours and got a bar loose. He felt no pain through the rage, but his hand looked like something that a tank treaded over come the moment he finally wrenched his prize loose. Not to mention the static shocks regularly pulsing through.

Malla slipped into the room when the Togorian was away for a while, her arms full of fabric, as her disguise had been successful- as had her infiltration. She eyed the strange old man with a shrewd, calculating gaze, already having met Keiran. "Ah. Are you Xadro- Lyssia's adoptive father?"

Xadro quit chewing on the broken bar with a guilty expression and hid his bleeding hands from the pretty stranger, returning to reason with a wince. "Yes. ... I think. Hit my head a few times."

He tilted his head and observed her closer. "You're her Zeltron friend? I thought you were on Zeltros."

Malla walked forward, pulling out a couple clean, plain strips of linen with a medpac on observing him more closely. There was very little hidden, and the large man was being a tad bit obvious. With a instinctive drill sergeant's look with no room for argument she casually ordered, "Hands. Now."

She introduced herself and her scenario in a long but briskly spoken staccato stream ending in a unwavering and unquestionable tone. "I was- until a few pirates swung by and asked me to help them out. They want Lyssia out of here without too much collateral damage and figured no one would expect the Zeltron seamstress. The name's Malla. You still haven't given me your hands."

Xadro, despite his many years and many combats and countless horrors met, went wide eyed for a moment at the unexpected Authority the slender little pink woman projected and was actually intimidated briefly. He swiftly offered her his hands as she shut down the cages.  "Strong lady."

He gave an approving grin in place of wincing, though his statement was mostly kidding- he didn't know this creature at all. "Shame I'm an old bachelor and stuck in it."

Malla slathered regenerative cream on his hands firmly but gently, then wrapped them. Teasingly, she offered, "Pity most Zeltrons don't believe in monogamy."

Xadro dropped the bar and thought a moment, head still hazy in pain and from coming down from his rage-mindset. Besides, the best plans were often simple. "So what's the plan on breaking out? Kill everyone?"

The seamstress shrugged and dropped his hands. "I don't have a solid plan.  Though if we killed off the Togorian in here and got Keiran conscious, we should be fairly safe if I pull Lyssia along for a fitting."

This might have worked if a copiously cumbersome corpulent individual had not finished his ample sleep in the time it took Malla to get to the cells and for the Togorian to leave them. Using loudspeakers, the meddling and voyeuristic Hutt growled, "You'll do no such thing. But you will be of use."

Jemmbha laughed at their expressions. "Paranoia does help after all. Also, thank you- 'Malla', was it? I wasn't entirely certain of that elderly human's identity before you confirmed it. There are several other Hutts clamoring for Xadro's head because of certain death-threats delivered. Now I can appease them long enough to train the girl as a weapon against them."

The Hutt's chortling was loud enough to be heard down the hallways even without the speakers.

A Bothan thug spun around the corner with a pair of human ones. The furless ones seized Malla and dragged the pink woman toward a cage as the furred one trained a weapon on her.

"Sorry to be cliche," she shrugged, "if it's any consolation, at least two of you three are already in the cages."

Xadro growled in disappointment, still working out of the physical metal of the cage. "Hut'uun was based off of "Hutt", come to think of it. Coward slug."

Malla glanced about and sighed. "So we're really going to do this?"

She stomped down on one thug's instep, spun around and laid him out flat with a strike to his chin with the heel of her hand, and kicked another just above the belt, dropping him as well. She ducked the Bothan's gunshot as the men hit the floor and whipped one of the clothing items she brought around the Bothan's leg, tripping her and subsequently kicking her in the neck as she belted the rifle. "Well, this isn't my idea of a good time.  Can't we just call this good and let you gentlemen leave and have me do my business?"

Xadro felt it was likely the effects of the torture that made him wolf-whistle. Prior to this point, he'd never actually been interested in someone quite the way he was eyeing the Zeltron. Keiran still lay out cold in merciful unconsciousness from the helpful Healing energies.

The male thugs began to get up but stared in ignorant shock nonetheless. "Zeltrons are supposed to be lovers, not fighters-!"

Directly after this they were, as they might term it, 'decked', 'floored', 'mopped', 'walled', and finally 'iced' by the object and personage of their incorrect assumption.

Xadro, in a corner of his mind, desperately wished for the duration of the elegant and resourceful brutalization that he were decent with women, realized said hope was futile at his age and with one like this, and resumed admiring while demolishing the cage.

Jemmbha's laughter ceased. The Togorian, woken by the clatter, barged into his domain and yowled at the intruder with his ears back. Two meters of furred muscle and malice encased in armor slashed at Malla, grounding out, "You pay, pink."

Malla was not quite taken by surprise by the Togorian, but had not fought one of his kind at all recently. She managed to fight back, but her blows were weaker while she relied on speed to keep from getting hit, and her balance was not as good as it perhaps should have been.

The Togorian was surprised by her ability when she evaded him nearly a full minute. "WAIT."

The cat hissed, then hummed and disengaged from her. "Settle properly."

He returned heaving weapons and hurls them to the ground in front of her, choosing a giant battleax for himself and his claws. "Choose your weapon."

Malla snatched up a pair of daggers; she knew she couldn't hope to properly deflect or block a battleax with her strength, and that she shouldn't weigh herself down attempting to. She twirled her taggers, checking the weight, and gave a sardonic query. "A battle of honor, is it?"

He was almost twice her size and certainly three times her breadth. He had a longer reaching weapon. He had armor.

She had borrowed knives and herself.

Hah, honor.

The Togorian shrugged. "More fun for me."

Then the Togorian swung down with the ax one-handed and up parallel to it with the claws of the other hand.

Jemmbha, having regained his composure and confidence, burbled to himself smugly. "While giving me more time to secure the girl and get reinforcements moving."

The Weequay Pirate muttered from the hall outside the Hutt's chamber, having overheard this, and having successfully used Malla and sundry other 'intruders' elsewhere to distract the Hutt and Nightsister in order to infiltrate themselves. "While giving us time to move in and kill your fat ass."

Malla, occupying the watcher's attention, dodged the strikes and lunged forward with her daggers, fighting in a style that began slowly looking more and more suspiciously similar to that of the Echani's battle teachings. Lyssia stirred, feeling the tension and conflicts in the air and not knowing what had caused it. Nem pulled her sword out of the fatally distracted and dispensed Nightsister aide-de-camp at the other end of the palace and motioned to her squad of her crew.

The rest were 'divvied' among different assault points. The Hutt should have been watching closer instead of letting the drama occupy him... but then, paranoia and self confidence never did mix well as character flaws. The moment one was secure that they'd caught the flaw and won was the moment they fell.

Nem grinned. "Arright, boys. It's time we earn our pay."

The pirates whooped. And mayhem began, isolated to the palace.

The Togorian seized Malla's lunging hands in his large free furry paw while hacking across with the ax at her. "You good."

Malla managed to twist out of the way enough that she didn't get laid open by the blade on the ax, but still took a blunt hit to her torso, and gasped an unintelligible curse at the cracking sounds that follow just after. Xadro roared and began bashing down the remnants of the cage with the bar broken off with his hands. The Togorian gave a vicious victorious rrroww and hurled her off, releasing her hands, and swung at her again to impale the injured Zeltron.

He missed when she danced out of the way and embedded his ax in the wall, inciting a hiss from the disappointed cat as he tried to tug it out. Xadro finally managed out of the cage and took a moment to catch his breath before he rammed the bar into and through the Togorian's leg while it pulled at the ax. Malla wheezed and roused herself for one more strike, jabbing forward in a lunge to try to sink one dagger into the furry chest and the other into its neck.

The motley pirate band assaulted the thugs, mercenaries, soldiers, and civilian lackeys with wild cheers, slaughtering the surprised minions on the way to the cells and elsewhere throughout the palace as they rushed and filed to the Hutt's own antechamber. Nem roused along with her pirates, whooping and fighting as she went. The Weequay managed to secure the throne room as the startled Hutt roared, then fled to retrieve his artifacts and his recent living prize- a glance told him all he needed to know about the scenario.

The Weequay saluted. "We get to loot the place, right, Cap'n? After the objective is done, I mean."

Nem grinned at her lieutenant. "Go hog wild.  As long as this place is in one fairly whole piece, it shouldn't be much a problem."

The Togorian, caught off guard and caught through the neck, gave a faint mewl, gurgled, and collapsed, dead. Xadro hugged Malla above the broken ribs, her shoulders rather nearer his own waist. "Tough m'arm."

He opened Keiran's cage with a keycard on the Togorian's corpse and tapped Keiran's hapless head in the cage. "C'mon, useless. Time to find your wife."

Keiran gasped into waking with wide eyes, not expecting it, and would have glared in the defiance Xadro wanted for the combat and for the young man to fight fiercely, but went glaze-eyed in renewed pain instead. Malla swore colorfully, arms crushing anyway, and breathed heavily leaning against the wall. "Sentiment appreciated, but I think those are broken."

She breathed a hair out of her face. "Some rescuers we are."

Jemmbha was roused to fury by the sound of violence in his halls and was no fat thing caught off guard by a slave from behind; he would defend his possessions. He gave a stentorian roar, then with surprising agility and speed for a monstrosity of his size, squeezed into Hutt-sized scaled war armor and picked up a giant double-sided Wookie war blade. His books and collar he tucked into his fleshy folds beneath the metal.

The vengeful Hutt tanked through the palace killing as much as his little arms and three meter weapon could reach. He stalled briefly, thinking; he wanted to keep his pet and train it. This was just a palace and slaves. He couldn't let himself get too busy murdering the lesser beings or she might get away. The blaster-proof fat thing slithered toward her chamber to retrieve her.

Lyssia curled up, scared and all but lost in the swirl of violence and death that came close to overwhelming her senses. On hearing it grow closer the scared innocent-minded amnesiac tried to slink out into the hall and find a way to get away from all the fighting. She began breathing hard, confused and lost and pained. Already coming toward her, Jemmbha saw and seized her, stuffing half of her into his mouth and continuing his bull rush now back into combat with her legs dangling free.

Jemmbha's next objectives to himself were to escape with her alive and to kill as many as he could manage, and the sloshing roaring thing did so. He raged until running smack into Nem and some of her best. Slaughter largely spent save pockets of hall warfare, the distracted pirates occupied themselves retrieving slaves of both genders and multiple species. "Cap'n? What's our policy with these?"

Nem stopped and thought a moment, scratching her forehead under the hat's brim. "Let's just get 'em on board.  We'll figure out what to do with them as we go along."

Lyssia shrieked and struggled to no avail. The sticky saliva and tongue horrified her into further motion, aggravating the Hutt by forcing him to resist swallowing, and the audible noises inside him and moving muscles terrified her still more. Nem leveled a heavy slug-thrower on Jemmbha, spinning in surprise. "Well, what do we have here? You remember me, don't you?  I'll be hurt if you don't."

Jemmbha growled loud enough to be heard around Lyssia's screams and body. "YOU. You're the cheeky pirate that stole my hat and destroyed my palace on Nal Hutta. Here, too?!"

Nem grinned widely and swooped her now-explained-obscenely-large-hat off in a mocking bow to the fatty Hutt. "But it looks so much better on me~.  And that palace was an eyesore.  Spit her out, now, Jemmbha - we'd both hate to have her die."

Jemmbha spats Lyssia into Nem and rushed the prone pirate. "DIE!"

Lyssia went sprawling, disgusted with the Hutt slime that coated her entire body. Nem fired off several rounds with her slugthrower before she hit the ground, but they clanged off of the Hutt's durasteel or simply sank softly into his folds. Both women swore, Lyssia not even sure how she knew the words.

Down in the dungeon, Xadro shrugged. "Meh. It's working, isn't it? Damnit, boy. Lady needs your Healing."

He took an injector needle of pain meds and shoved it into a vein in Keiran's leg. Keiran, now far more lucid and shaken out of shock, blearily and blurrily got to work on Healing her. "Malla, hi..."

Malla closed her eyes while Keiran healed her, hissing at the feeling of her bones knitting within her. "Suppose so."

She slid her eyes open and briefly to the injury before up again at the clearly pained man. "Can't you heal yourself, Keiran?"

Keiran offered a long mewl, continuing working with teary eyes. "I don't- I need to study what goes where there first. Otherwise I could cause tumors by accident or misknit it and make things worse. I never specialized in the specifics of gender organs or reproduction- I s-s-studied disease and battle injury."

Malla flexed a pair of fingers and gingerly moved, not quite sure she trusted the light show, Keiran's efforts in his current condition, or her ribs yet. "Well, that sounds unfortunate. Best of luck with that. Killing the Hutt time?"

Xadro oorah'd. "Killing the Hutt time."

Jemmbha swung like a thing possessed, but loyal crewmembers kept forcing his blade away from the Captain with their shots, weapons, or in some cases even their own bodies. He growled louder as most of her slugthrower shots in the current clip dented his armor but failed to pierce- and one lucky one of angle and proximity plunged deep into a flabby arm, causing him actual pain by ripping a muscle. He advancesd on the pirate anyway, holding his warblade like a javelin and screaming. "I WILL DEVOUR YOUR BONES!"

He swung at her wildly. The swiftly dwindling crew of pirates supported their Captain with a rain of blaster and slugthrower fire, crumpling and buckling the Hutt's protective metal and filling the fat bulk with small holes. Unfortunately, Jemmbha was nowhere NEAR dead yet.

Xadro tipped his head. "I need my armor. Keir'ika, follow the pretty lady. Fighting needs Healers."

The berserker sprinted off to find the armory, unwilling to sacrifice the beskar'gam- his own or Keiran's, though Lyssia's remained back at she and Keiran's home. Keiran limped towards the feel of Lyssia and after Malla, unarmed. Malla hurried to assist Nem and Lyssia, turned the corner, and chucked one of her daggers at Jemmbha. His next arc leveled the last of Nem's unfortunates' arm in a bloody pair of halves and he went down screaming with the rest of the maimed and slain, shock preventing the former from fighting.

Nem shoved Lyssia, pushing both of them out of the danger zone for that strike. "Hah! Only if you can catch me, sleemo!"

As the breathless combatant continued unloading her gun on Jemmbha, Lyssia scrambled to the side, shakily getting to her feet. Jemmbha emitted a stentorian noise as Malla's dagger popped his large left eye, the blue going brighter and almost white as it blinded and blood pouring down the surprised Hutt's face down his many chins and folds into his armor. If he had looked, his texts would be indelibly stained by it, but he didn't think to look.

Too much pain.

Keiran slowly followed Malla, scurried to the pirate allies, and got to work. Soon enough projectile weapons began to fill the crime lord again, tearing and wearing at it, and Keiran slipped into a monotonous outpouring using their own life energy to repair them instead of his failed strength. Jemmbha was pained, tiring, and rather strangely, hungry.

He bled out, tried to gobble the three women his maddened remaining eye was fixated on, and failed. The Hutt continued to almost valiantly for such a cowardly sluggard cleave at the pirates with his warblade, unaware that the Healer was undoing his best non-lethal efforts. Xadro was slowed by the lugging of his own and Keiran's confiscated arms and armor and was still approaching, armored himself, at a faintly startling pace.

Nem grinned manically and more than a little insanely and kept firing firing. Malla jumped on the Hutt's shredded back and carved in the little holes, then dived off before he could attempt a reprisal, taking out organs every time she danced around him and cutting the straps of his sad-little-specklet-of-armor off, but let Nem do most of the hard work face to face- being that she didn't want to get any closer to that Hutt than she had to be. The pink woman did more damage in three passes than the pirates had in three volleys, but admittedly she had their efforts as a founding position for her carving.

Finally the injuries and advancing tide drove Jemmbha to the wall to try to get away from the Zeltron's close assault.

Lyssia pressed herself further into the corner that she'd been trapped in by the Hutt's hulk, praying to whatever there was out there that she wouldn't be murdered right away.

Jemmbha swung his massive tail and connected at Nem's chest, then promptly collapsed burbling and dying in his own blood at last. He stared hard at Lyssia in the corner. "You could have been so powerful, little one... you could have eaten so much, ruled so many... you'll die as pathetic as your slave parents..."

Jemmbha gave a disappointed cough and died. The Weequay pirate looked up hopefully while Keiran reattached his leg and hand. "Looting time, Cap'n?"

Lyssia swayed, then collapsed down to her knees, leaning against the wall to support herself. "Parents?"

She whispered to herself when she curled up around her own as yet flat belly and progeny. "Don't want to be powerful."

Xadro finally reached the ended conflict and groaned loudly, kicking the flabby corpse. "He's dead? I wanted him."

Nem stood up and shook off the hit dizzily, then fixed her hat with a grin. "Looting time.  Of course, being first mate means you have first dibs.  Get to it."

Malla eyed Xadro's disappointed face and placed her hands on her hips, managing an almost apologetic voice despite her body language. "Sorry, but he was trying to eat us."

The pirate all but hugged his Captain as the survivors of the crew looted. "I love working for you, Cap'n. C'mon, boyos!"

Xadro sighed an almost obedient "Oh, fine" before setting fire to the remains of the corpse. "Mind if I wait out in these sectors here for awhile? I've some death threats to make good on."

Nem followed the rest of her pirates, trying to figure out a means to circumvent port security now that the lord of the docks and most of his high level managers were dead splats. But they'd been paid well and they could take a number of valuables for their troubles, maybe even pillage and do a little unexpected raiding outside. Not a bad contract.

Keiran crawled over to Lyssia and hugged her, trying to reach her for her in the Force. "Lyssia? You are powerful, darling."

Malla sat carefully in a spot not covered in blood or soot. She shrugged. "Hey, not my place to tell a Mandalorian what to do."

Lyssia flinched into herself, afraid for Keiran when he reaches toward her in the Force. She whimpered, "Don't want to be."

Keiran mewed and tried to nuzzle her with emotions the way she'd showed him, long before. "Power doesn't have to be evil, cyar'ika. You have power over me because I love you, but it makes me stronger to be with you."

Lyssia cringed away, still afraid. "I don't even know who you are! - I can't- !"

She curls in on herself further trying not to sob. Keiran mewled, face dropping- if dropping off the face of the world and plunging into the infinite abyss of a black hole could be described for the simple expression of an expression change in such simple terms as 'dropping' to the degree in which his sad face did. "I'm your husband, Lyssia."

"I'm Keiran," he mewled pitiously,  "I came to save you-"

He twinged, twitching, as the pain meds wore off and promptly squeaked, collapsing from pain.

Xadro mmhed. "The amnesia you mentioned, huh?"

The Mandalorian plopped a helmet he'd lugged several lightyears on an impromptu brainstorm over her head. The orange painted thing looked rather like his own, but differently sigiled and rather newer. "Try looking from a different point of view."

Lyssia blinked when Xadro popped her helmet over her head, not sure why it felt so familiar to have it on when she hadn't had one on since she lost her memories. "Why...?"

She felt distinctly odd, but was distracted when Keiran keeled over. "Hey, you - hey, wake up."

The blonde woman prodded at his shoulder, then froze as Healing energy rushed out of her to mend his wounds; between this and seeing through her helmet, the memories rushed back into her head even as the Force energy rushed out of her. Xadro folded his arms and restrained any commentary on simple observations of perspective or object-placer memory, as he wasn't supposed to by stereotype dabble in psychology or philosophy, and watched the couple. Keiran's pain appeared to be gone, the nerves knitted, though to both's consternation in later years unfortunately the wound was never actually fixed per the rest.

Keiran was entirely too distracted by the return of HIS Lyssia to care and purred at her knee quietly. "Love you."

Xadro raised the burnt skin where his eyebrows would have been if he'd had any. "By the happy noises, I'm guessing Lyssia is back?"

Keiran blinked up and only now really registered Malla being there, having been rather too occupied and agonized to properly notice before. He stopped nuzzling Lyssia's leg and squeaked with a swallow and a wave. "Hey, Malla! Meant to tell you about getting married... and pregnant- well, she got pregnant- and and we have a son and Hi?"

Lyssia, exhausted by her recovery and still unfortunately covered in the Hutt-slime, both Force-wise and mentally fatigued, petted Keiran's hair for a moment and murmured, "Su cuy, dear."

She knelt, then sat still and tried not to fall over. She closed her eyes, feeling woozy, and waved, "Hi, Malla."

Malla frowned significantly at Keiran. "Yeah, you guys were no good about telling me about things."

Keiran went wide eyed and guilty. "I- um- we-"

Xadro was amused. Largely by the fact it went nothing like how he had planned and his hands were still bleeding in the wrappings, no one having thought to have the Healer Heal them. Basic human flaws amused him, particularly his own. He removed his adopted daughter's helmet and grinned, pushing both sets a bit away.

Lyssia yawned, ignoring the fact she had no idea how they would get home and that the floor was covered in the bodies of those that Keiran was too late to save, then huddled up against the wall with a yawn. "Night."
The final part. :P Thank you.


This, again (or not again. I don't think the author's note actually survived. ._.), is before most of the latter stories in the RP. Before Jakaan met Yillani or even Serue. Back before the twins were born. To re-emphasize, this be a history bit, not a new preggers.

Keiran, due to events of this segment of the RP which shall be uncompiled later, cannot actually make Lyssia have kids again

:iconmnemonides: co-played/wrote this with several of her characters and was also the one to archive, and donate, this set of stories. Should only be a few more now.



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Rosemarri's avatar
Ooooh. Poor Kieran. I didn't know that happened to him...