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<<widget "sys">><<if $sygender is "NB">><<else>>s<</if>><</widget>> <<widget "syare">><<if $sygender is "NB">>are<<else>>is<</if>><</widget>> <<widget "syes">><<if $sygender is "NB">><<else>>es<</if>><</widget>>

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<button id="back" onclick="$.wiki('<<script>>Engine.backward()<</script>>')"></button> <span id="hover" style="opacity:0;"><<include "UIBar">></span> <div style="height:15vh;"> <h1><span id="dt-menu" onclick="showmenu()">+</span><span id="mob-menu"><<button "+">><<script>>Dialog.setup("Menu");Dialog.wiki(Story.get("UIBar").processText());Dialog.open();<</script>><</button>></span> Attollo</h1> <h2>$chaptername</h2> </div>

<<link "saves">><<run UI.saves()>><</link>>. <<link 'Restart'>><<run UI.restart()>><</link>>. <<link "settings">><<run UI.settings()>><</link>>. <<link "character" "Character">><</link>>.<<if tags().includes("noreturn")>> <<link "return" $return>><</link>><</if>>

<<set $birthday to false>> <<set $syreal to false>> <<set $mcor to "">> <<set $phys to false>> <<set $rel to 0>> <<if $mc_gender is "NB">><<set $they to "they">><<set $They to "They">><<set $them to "them">><<set $Them to "Them">><<set $their to "their">><<set $Their to "Their">><<set $theyre to "they're">><<set $Theyre to "They're">><<set $themself to "themself">><<set $Themself to "Themself">><<set $ser to "ser">><<set $Ser to "Ser">><<set $person to "person">><<set $Person to "Person">><<set $theirs to "theirs">><<set $Theirs to "Theirs">><</if>> <<if $mc_gender is "Female">><<set $they to "she">><<set $They to "She">><<set $them to "her">><<set $Them to "Her">><<set $their to "her">><<set $Their to "Her">><<set $theyre to "she's">><<set $Theyre to "She's">><<set $themself to "herself">><<set $Themself to "Herself">><<set $ser to "miss">><<set $Ser to "Miss">><<set $person to "woman">><<set $Person to "Woman">><<set $theirs to "hers">><<set $Theirs to "Hers">><</if>> <<if $mc_gender is "Male">><<set $they to "he">><<set $They to "He">><<set $them to "him">><<set $Them to "Him">><<set $their to "his">><<set $Their to "His">><<set $theyre to "he's">><<set $Theyre to "He's">><<set $themself to "himself">><<set $Themself to "Himself">><<set $ser to "sir">><<set $Ser to "Sir">><<set $person to "man">><<set $Person to "Man">><<set $theirs to "his">><<set $Theirs to "His">><</if>> <<character 'sysba' './images/sysba.jpg'>> <<character 'you' './images/incog.png'>> <<set $box to 0>> <<cacheaudio "sysbaparty" "./audio/sysbanightclub.mp3">> <<cacheaudio "night" "./audio/night.mp3">>

<<link "New Game" "1">><</link>> <<link "Load Game">><<run UI.saves()>><</link>> <<link "Settings">><<run UI.settings()>><</link>>

<<if $birthday is true>>Name: $mcname Orientation: $mcor Birthday Celebratee: $name Celebratee Relationship: <div class="status-bar"> <b>Party Vibes</b> <<= '<div class="sb-fill" style="width: ' + $rel + '%;"><i>($rel%)</i></div>' >> </div> <</if>>

<h1>Bonus Hub</h1> <h2>A Jendryke</h2> <<include "menulinks">>

<<nobr>><<set $chaptername to "Selection">><</nobr>> Hello! Welcome to the Attollo Bonus Content page. From here on out, all extras pertaining to the game will be held in this bonus content area. With that in mind, please check out the options below to determine what you would like to select!! <div class="cc"> <<link [[Birthday Specials|birthday]]>><<set $birthday to true>><</link>> </div>

<<nobr>><<set $chaptername to "Pre-Sign">><</nobr>>A birthday celebration! How exciting! Let's get a few things sorted before we go on our way! First off—what is your name? <<textbox "$mcname""">> [[Next|birthday2]]

What pronouns do you use? <div class="cc"> [[He/Him!|hehim]] [[She/Her!|sheher]] [[They/Them!|theythem]] </div>

<<nobr>><<set $they to "he">><<set $They to "He">><<set $them to "him">><<set $Them to "Him">><<set $their to "his">><<set $Their to "His">><<set $theyre to "he's">><<set $Theyre to "He's">><<set $themself to "himself">><<set $Themself to "Himself">><<set $ser to "sir">><<set $Ser to "Sir">><<set $person to "man">><<set $Person to "Man">><<set $theirs to "his">><<set $Theirs to "His">><</nobr>> Great! Now, there will be additional questions depending on the person whose birthday you choose, but this should be all for general work! [[Lets go!|birthday3]]

<<nobr>><<set $they to "she">><<set $They to "She">><<set $them to "her">><<set $Them to "Her">><<set $their to "her">><<set $Their to "Her">><<set $theyre to "she's">><<set $Theyre to "She's">><<set $themself to "herself">><<set $Themself to "Herself">><<set $ser to "miss">><<set $Ser to "Miss">><<set $person to "woman">><<set $Person to "Woman">><<set $theirs to "hers">><<set $Theirs to "Hers">><</nobr>> Great! Now, there will be additional questions depending on the person whose birthday you choose, but this should be all for general work! [[Lets go!|birthday3]]

<<nobr>><<set $they to "they">><<set $They to "They">><<set $them to "them">><<set $Them to "Them">><<set $their to "their">><<set $Their to "Their">><<set $theyre to "they're">><<set $Theyre to "They're">><<set $themself to "themself">><<set $Themself to "Themself">><<set $ser to "ser">><<set $Ser to "Ser">><<set $person to "person">><<set $Person to "Person">><<set $theirs to "theirs">><<set $Theirs to "Theirs">><</nobr>> Great! Now, there will be additional questions depending on the person whose birthday you choose, but this should be all for general work! [[Lets go!|birthday3]]

So... who are you celebrating with today? <div class="cc"> <<link [[Sysba|syb]]>><<set $name to "Sysba">><</link>> </div>

Fun! What appearance would you like Sysba to take for this celebration? <div class="cc"> [[Masculine!|msy]] [[Feminine!|fsy]] [[Androgenous!|nbsy]] <<link [[True form.|blocked]]>><<set $syreal to true>><</link>> </div>

<<nobr>><<set $sygender to "Male">><<set $sythey to "he">><<set $Sythey to "He">><<set $sythem to "him">><<set $Sythem to "Him">><<set $sytheir to "his">><<set $Sytheir to "His">><<set $sythemself to "himself">><<set $Sythemself to "Himself">><<set $syperson to "man">><<set $Syperson to "Man">><<set $sytheyre to "he's">><<set $Sytheyre to "He's">><<set $sytheirs1 to "his">><<set $Sytheirs1 to "His">><<set $syser to "sir">><<set $Syser to "Sir">><<set $sytheyve to "he's">><</nobr>> Great! How would you say your relationship with $sythem is? <div class="cc"> <<link [[If Sysba died, I would be the one ruining the funeral.|sy1]]>><<set $rel to 30>><</link>> <<link [[If Sysba died, I would probably attend the funeral.|sy1]]>><<set $rel to 40>><</link>> <<link [[We tolerate each other.|sy1]]>><<set $rel to 50>><</link>> <<link [[I like to think Sysba likes me more than most?|sy1]]>><<set $rel to 60>><</link>> <<link [[Sysba seems to enjoy my company enough.|sy1]]>><<set $rel to 70>><</link>> <<link [[We are two peas in a pod, as one might say.|sy1]]>><<set $rel to 80>><</link>> </div>

<<nobr>><<set $sygender to "Female">><<set $sythey to "she">><<set $Sythey to "She">><<set $sythem to "her">><<set $Sythem to "Her">><<set $sytheir to "her">><<set $Sytheir to "Her">><<set $sythemself to "herself">><<set $Sythemself to "Herself">><<set $syperson to "woman">><<set $Syperson to "Woman">><<set $sytheyre to "she's">><<set $Sytheyre to "She's">><<set $sytheirs1 to "hers">><<set $Sytheirs1 to "Hers">><<set $syser to "miss">><<set $Syser to "Miss">><<set $sytheyve to "she's">><</nobr>> Great! How would you say your relationship with $sythem is? <div class="cc"> <<link [[If Sysba died, I would be the one ruining the funeral.|sy1]]>><<set $rel to 30>><</link>> <<link [[If Sysba died, I would probably attend the funeral.|sy1]]>><<set $rel to 40>><</link>> <<link [[We tolerate each other.|sy1]]>><<set $rel to 50>><</link>> <<link [[I like to think Sysba likes me more than most?|sy1]]>><<set $rel to 60>><</link>> <<link [[Sysba seems to enjoy my company enough.|sy1]]>><<set $rel to 70>><</link>> <<link [[We are two peas in a pod, as one might say.|sy1]]>><<set $rel to 80>><</link>> </div>

<<nobr>><<set $sygender to "NB">><<set $sythey to "they">><<set $Sythey to "They">><<set $sythem to "them">><<set $Sythem to "Them">><<set $sytheir to "their">><<set $Sytheir to "Their">><<set $sythemself to "themself">><<set $Sythemself to "Themself">><<set $syperson to "person">><<set $Syperson to "Person">><<set $sytheyre to "they're">><<set $Sytheyre to "they're">><<set $sytheirs1 to "theirs">><<set $Sytheirs1 to "Theirs">><<set $syser to "ser">><<set $Syser to "Ser">><<set $sytheyve to "they've">><</nobr>> Great! How would you say your relationship with $sythem is? <div class="cc"> <<link [[If Sysba died, I would be the one throwing the celebration.|sy1]]>><<set $rel to 30>><</link>> <<link [[If Sysba died, I would probably attend the funeral.|sy1]]>><<set $rel to 40>><</link>> <<link [[We tolerate each other.|sy1]]>><<set $rel to 50>><</link>> <<link [[I like to think Sysba likes me more than most?|sy1]]>><<set $rel to 60>><</link>> <<link [[Sysba seems to enjoy my company enough.|sy1]]>><<set $rel to 70>><</link>> <<link [[We are two peas in a pod, as one might say.|sy1]]>><<set $rel to 80>><</link>> </div>

I mean... you reap what you sow. How do you want them to look //otherwise//? <div class="cc"> [[Masculine!|msy]] [[Feminine!|fsy]] [[Androgenous!|nbsy]] </div>

And are you two romantically involved, or is it strictly platonic? <div class="cc"> <<link [[We are involved, but only emotionally.|sy2]]>><<set $phys to false>><<set $mcor to "Romantic">><</link>> <<link [[We are involved, but only physically.|sy2]]>><<set $phys to true>><<set $mcor to "Physical">><</link>> <<link [[We are involved, physically and emotionally.|sy2]]>><<set $phys to true>><<set $mcor to "Romantic/Physical">><</link>> <<link [[We're just friends...ish?|sy2]]>><<set $phys to false>><<set $mcor to "Platonic">><</link>> </div>

Perfect. Without further ado then, enjoy the show! <<timed 6s t8n>>Oh, and you might want headphones.<</timed>> <<timed 8s t8n>>[[Next|sy3]]<</timed>>

<<nobr>><<set $box to 0>><<set $chaptername to "Sysba">><</nobr>> You’re no stranger to receiving weird items in the mail. Considering how Attollo is—or, to be more specific, how the civilians of Attollo are—getting the occasional wrong package that contains something you’re not meant to see is nothing unusual. You usually just repackage it, haul it back to the post office, and hope that the owner doesn’t question why the box is covered in scotch tape when they receive it. This package, though? This one takes //unusual// to new heights—and it was registered to you. Hard to miss the giant ''$mcname'' written in red on the paper. You’re sitting at your desk staring down at it with a perplexed expression on your face, torn between wanting to open it and wanting to call a bomb squad just in case. The package looks like it crawled off of the set of Hellraiser and into your lap; it’s a metal puzzle box, with pieces sticking out and dents leading in. Clearly you’re meant to solve it—but you’re not sure you really want to. Your gaze wanders towards your window to the spring weather outside; it’s a warm day today, as it has been for about a week now, and you can hear the sounds of people walking on the sidewalk below. Their voices act as a soothing technique for your uncertainties. If the box didn’t detonate when you pulled it out of the package, then maybe it won’t detonate at all? [[Next|sy4]]

<div class="cc"> <<if $box is 0>>[[Pick up the box.|ex1]]<</if>><<if $box is 1>>[[Shake the box.|ex2]]<</if>><<if $box is 2>>[[Pull the trigger.|box1]]<</if>> </div>

<<nobr>><<set $box to 1>><</nobr>>You unclasp your hands and carefully pick up the box. It’s freezing cold to your touch and feels heavier than it actually should be. The faint smell of iron permeates from its surface and the carvings that mar its body—indecipherable to your confused gaze—create a unique texture that causes shivers to run down your spine. You raise it above your head and peer at the bottom; there’s a hole that looks as though it’s meant for a key or a rod. Your mind briefly tells you to shove your finger in there and see what happens, but then the more logical side tells you that’s a great way to potentially //lose// your finger. The prospect of minus one finger is unappealing enough to make you set the box back down. The sides of the strange device are no more giving in their meaning than the bottom. The carvings continue all the way around and the corners of the box appear to be scuffed or worn down—maybe with age, or maybe due to the handling of the box in its package. Postal workers aren’t always the most gentle when it comes to deliveries. You cautiously prod a few of the pieces sticking out and are surprised to see that they can move in. When you were younger, one of your friends tried to get you to solve a 16x16 rubix cube. You remember how frustrating it was to think that you had a solution, only to realize one of the colors was wrong—and it was always //right// in the middle of the side it was on. You have a feeling that this box might be a bit more complicated than a 16x16 rubix cube, though. [[Next|sy4]]

<<nobr>><<set $box to 2>><</nobr>>After confirming that this box isn’t going to blow you right out of Attollo any time soon, the next logical step seems to be to shake it a few times and see if anything falls out—which is exactly what you do. You grasp the box tightly in both hands and, without much concern for your wellbeing, you proceed to rattle it around like a shake weight. Something moves inside. The sound makes you stop abruptly and stare wide-eyed at your wall. Slowly, you shake the box again, and the sound echoes out once more. Okay, so your puzzle box has something inside of it—that’s either promising, or damning, depending on what the item is. You carefully set the box back down on your desk and survey it with a frown. Right, then. There’s only one thing left to do. [[You gotta press some buttons.|sy4]]

There are things sticking out from this box that can be pushed in, and that’s practically //asking// for this to happen. You bite your lower lip as you rest one hand on the top of the box and, with careful precision, you use your other hand to press a few of the stuck out pieces in. The box clicks, and another piece from another part of the box suddenly juts out. Your eyebrow raises as you realize what’s going on here, and you press that piece in as well. The process then repeats itself several more times until you can feel the burning frustration in your gut growing larger and larger. //If// this box is going to inevitably blow you up, you’d rather it do so sooner than later. Then, after you press one of the pieces in, it abruptly pops itself back out again—so far out in fact, that the piece actually falls off of the box and lands on your desk with a rattling clang. You jolt in surprise and pull your hands off of the box. On your desk now sits a small iron rod—not too big, but not too small either. In fact, it’s about the width of your hand overall. You pick it up and turn it over. It’s a completely average, completely unexciting piece of metal. And it looks like it can fit in the hole on the bottom of the box. [[Oho?|box2]]

This is a theory that can be tested out. You flip the box over until you can see the hole once more and—with a small sense of disgust—you insert the rod until your fingers brush right against the metal surface. There’s a click, a strange whirring noise, and then the top of the box splits open like some carnivorous maw. You let out a shriek and push yourself back from the desk as the metal splits and a strange, purplish liquid splatters itself all over your wall. Immediately, the aroma of rotting plants and eggs fills the air and your hand flies up to cover your mouth. It takes you way longer than you’d like to reach your window and yank it open, allowing the fresh spring air to fumigate the room. Meanwhile, the purple liquid continues to drip down to the floor, and the box remains split open on your desk. You stare at it with spite in your eyes. Is this a fucking //prank//? Did someone just //prank// you for shits and giggles? You wave your hand in front of your face and offer a mental apology to those on the sidewalk below as you approach the box and flip it back upright. The liquid smears on your hands and you’re surprised to find it feels more like paint—slick and viscous to touch. Inside of the box sits a ziplock bag. [[Next|box3]]

Your nose wrinkles in disgust as you pick it out and pry it open. Inside of the ziplock bag is an envelope with your name written on it in surprisingly neat cursive handwriting. You pry it open—smearing purple goo all across its surface—before pulling open a letter from within. Your expression immediately drops in disbelief upon reading the first few lines. <img alt="sysba" src="./images/syletter.png" width="500px"/> [[. . .|box4]]

You’re going to kill $sythem. You're //actually// going to kill $sythem. Without another word, you grab your phone and pull open $sytheir chat. [[Next|box5]]

<<timed 5s t8n>><<you>>The box.<</you>><</timed>> <<timed 10s t8n>><<sysba>>oh, you got it? i was worried you might not solve it, considering your track history.<</sysba>><</timed>> <<timed 15s t8n>><<you>>You should see my wall. I’m taking your invitation to off you at this party VERY seriously.<</you>><</timed>> <<timed 20s t8n>><<sysba>>so you’ll be coming, then? :)<</sysba>><</timed>> <<timed 23s t8n>>[[Fuck.|box6]]<</timed>>

You stare at the text message for a moment, frustration still in your gut and the pungent smell of rotting eggs in the air, before you let out a huff and type back an affirmative in the most snarky of manners that you can. Sysba types back a series of x’s and o’s, which you don’t take too seriously, and you click your phone off again. April 30th—that’s tonight. It seems like you have a party to prepare for. [[Next|box7]]

<h1>[[Many Hours Later.|party1]]</h1>

You’re pretty sure that the taxi driver thinks you have no self-preservation. When you pull to a stop at the edge of Islingcier Forest, he actually twists around in his seat to get a good look at you—as though memorizing your face in case it shows up in the news—to accept the money you offer. The only thing you can do in turn is offer him an awkward wave as he eventually drives away. Then, you turn around and look at the apparent party venue. It’s dead silent, dark, and void of any other lifeform. You take a moment to glance down at your outfit—thrown together to fit a forest party... as much as one can for that—and then back up to the darkness. People //die// in Islingcier, and you’re about to go in there for your first bush party since your highschool days. You give a scoff before brushing down your shirt, lifting one leg, and stepping over the forest boundary. . . . Well nothing killed you off the bat, so you consider that a good sign. You send one last parting glance over your shoulder at the road the taxi driver just departed down before looking ahead again. 5 km shouldn’t be that far... right? [[. . .|party2]]

. . . Contrary to popular belief, 5 km //is// actually pretty far. You have half the mind to turn around and just walk back home multiple times, but the innate urge to murder Sysba for ruining your wallpaper keeps you going. Eventually, you see what you think is a flickering light ahead. You come to a stop and squint a little before tapping the watch on your wrist. The screen lights up to reveal the lime-green numbers //10:35// in the darkness. Well, you’re //technically// on time. You don’t hear any sound though, which is what’s throwing you off. You send a glance around at the darkness that surrounds you and shiver; the spring warmth has faded away to a nighttime chill, and it’s beginning to seep through your clothes. The warmth of whatever is ahead beckons to you, and soon you find yourself surging forward regardless of who might be present. You get three steps forward before the strangest—and possibly most //improbable//—thing happens. [[It’s like you stepped through a veil.|party3]]

<<audio "sysbaparty" volume 0 fadeto 0.5>>Suddenly your ears are assaulted by the sound of music blasting at a volume that would be //illegal// in any block party. Accompanying this are a lot of voices, and when you glance around, you’re stunned to find that you’re surrounded by what has to be over one hundred different people. They’re not clustered in groups, either; they move like a rolling sea, pushing and pulling you from where you’re standing to the next location before you have time to come to your senses. “Uh,” your voice comes out as an awkward croak and draws the attention of one woman near you. She has short cut red hair that’s slicked back and she wears more leather and metal than you think you’ve ever seen before. She steadies you before you can get shoved to the ground with a laugh. “Are you okay? You look pretty rattled!” Her voice comes out as a yell to be heard over the music and crowd around you. You shake your head and lean in closer so she can hear your reply. “Where the hell is Sysba?” Your brow sinks into a scowl as another party-goer bumps into your back. “I need to speak with $sythem!” The woman raises her free hand—well, mostly free, save for the red solo cup she grips—and gestures over the heads of the party-goers towards the bright light that you saw earlier. “By the bonfire! You can’t miss $sythem—believe me.” [[Next|party4]]

Bonfire, right. You give her a nod of thanks before proceeding to shove your way through the crowd. More than once do you feel a sticky substance spill on your arm, which makes your lips curl in disgust and another reason to kill Sysba to be added to your checklist. Finally, you shove your way into the clearing with the bonfire and raise your gaze to look at the //jerk// who toxified your bedroom. And oh, <<syare>> $sythey ever something to //look// at. <<if $sygender is "Female">>She lounges on a trunk-turned-throne, observing the crowd with a cheshire grin on her red lips. She wears a blood-red mini dress that rides dangerously high up her thighs, and red-bottom heels to boot. Her dark gaze dances over the admirers with a look of hunger, and on her head sits a golden laurel crown—like that of a goddess.<</if>><<if $sygender is "Male">>He lounges on a trunk-turned-throne, observing the crowd with a wicked grin on his red lips. He wears a black dress shirt that sits fully unbuttoned and black leather pants, accompanied by his usual heeled boots. His dark gaze dances over the admirers with a look of hunger, and on his head sits a golden laurel crown—like that of a god.<</if>><<if $sygender is "NB">>They lounge on a trunk-turned-throne, observing the crowd with a wolfish grin on their red lips. They wear a black sleeveless cropped shirt and red dress pants, along with their usual red-bottomed shoes. Their dark gaze dances over the admirers with a look of hunger, and on their head sits a golden laurel crown—like that of a deity.<</if>> <<if $mcor eq "Physical" or "Romantic/Physical">>Your gaze runs over $sytheir body with a pang of desire until it finally locks on $sytheir face,<<else>>Your gaze goes straight to $sytheir //impish// face,<</if>> and you’re surprised to see $sythem looking back. To $sytheir credit, $sythey appear<<sys>> mildly surprised as well, and then $sytheir expression shifts to one of wicked delight as $sythey raise<<sys>> one hand to wave you over. [[Next|party5]]

You make your way over with <<if $rel lte 30>>fury in your steps<</if>><<if $rel eq 40>>disgust in your steps<</if>><<if $rel eq 50>>reluctance in your steps<</if>><<if $rel eq 60>>some eagerness in your steps<</if>><<if $rel eq 70>>eagerness in your steps<</if>><<if $rel eq 80>>maybe //too// much eagerness in your steps<</if>> until you reach $sytheir side. Which is a feat alone, considering how many drunk people surround you. “$mcname!” $Sytheir voice sounds as clear as day, despite the music and the crowd around you, which you attribute as some kind of supernatural feat on $sytheir behalf. $Sythey straighten<<sys>> $sythemself up in $sytheir seat and gesture for you to come closer. “Why, and here I was worried that you might be a no-show this evening.” “Didn’t I tell you that I’d come?” You distinctly recall your affirmative text message that you sent hours earlier. $Sytheir lips split into a wider grin at your response. Upon closer proximity, you notice that $sythey seem<<sys>> a great deal more //inhuman// than usual this evening. $Sytheir skin has a glow to it, $sytheir teeth seem sharper and whiter, and $sytheir eyes look black holes carved into $sytheir face. Something tells you that the energy and chaos of the night is doing more than bringing $sythem a sick sort of joy. “Ah, but I never take the word of another to heart; I much prefer to be given direct evidence that they’re acting on their promise.” $Sytheir long nails dig into the wood of the trunk as $sythey turn<<sys>> $sytheir attention back to the party. “How are you enjoying my //birthday// so far?” [[Next|party6]]

“Is it actually your birthday?” You glance down at $sythem with a frown. Somehow, it never really occurred to you that Sysba was actually //born// from something—and now that the thought is in your head, you decide that you never want to meet whatever created Sysba in the first place. $Sythey chuckle<<sys>> at this. “Oh god, no—I have no idea when my birthday is, which means I get to choose whatever day of the year suites me best. During my travels, I was pleasantly surprised to come across a very old tradition that’s celebrated this time of year, and so I decided to coincide my birthday with that for some //extra// festivities.” You squint at the bonfire as you try to remember what tradition today is. Attollo has muddled your perceptions and made you forget a lot about what was celebrated outside of the city vs inside. Taking note of your confusion, Sysba shakes $sytheir head with a sigh before patting the armrest. You take it as your cue to sit—which you do, albeit a little awkwardly—and $sythey gesture at the flames. “Walpurgisnacht, or Walpurgis Night for the English dialect. Although most associate it with the canonization of Saint Walpurgis by the church, it actually has older roots in paganism; it was often a night of celebration for the coming of spring—//glahnys//, as I call it—consisting of bonfires and dancing on //Brocken//, a mountain area in Germany.” $Sythey shoot<<sys>> you a mischievous grin. “I used to partake in the celebrations myself. In the older years, it was much more //exciting//. Many of the traditions have become conservative with the changing times.” So... Sysba essentially decided a day of celebration for upcoming seasons would now double as a day of celebration for $sytheir birth. [[Fair enough?|party7]]

“It’s... rather chaotic around here.” You have to lean in close to get $sythem to hear you. Unlike Sysba, you lack the ability to amplify your voice above the crowd and the music. Sysba leans in synchronously until the two of you are practically cheek to cheek. $Sytheir eyebrow twitches upwards at your words as $sythey tap<<sys>> $sytheir nails again. “Would you like to step away for a moment, then? Passing through the veil should allow some respite from the sound, even if for a moment.” $Sythey point<<sys>> one pale hand out towards the boundary of the grove you reside in, back to where the darkened forest rests. You follow the line of direction with a slight feeling of conflict. On one hand, it would be an opportune moment alone with the deity. On the other hand, maybe leaving a crowd would be a poor idea. <div class="cc"> [[I’ll take up Sysba’s offer and step aside for a while.|outside]] [[I think I’d rather stay with the crowd.|inside]] </div>

<<nobr>><<audio "sysbaparty" volume 0.5 fadeout>><<audio "night" volume 0 fadeto 0.5>><</nobr>> You give a nod of assent to leave, and at this gesture, Sysba smoothly rises up from $sytheir seat. $Sythey turn<<sys>> away and, with a simple wave of $sytheir hand, beckon<<sys>> for you to follow as $sythey begin<<sys>> walking towards the treeline. You cast one last glance over the crowd before following after $sythem, unsure if your decision was the correct one to make. As soon as you pass through the barrier, all sound seems to come to a stop, leaving you with nothing but the natural ambiance of the woods to offer any reprieve. Your breath escapes from you in one low sigh as you lean back against a nearby tree. Parties are fine, yes, but sometimes they still get a bit //too// much—especially when everyone is clearly under the influence of something. Sysba observes you with a curious expression as $sythey lean<<sys>> back against an adjourning tree. “Not your usual forte, hm?” <<if $rel eq 30 or 40 or 50>>You offer $sythem a one-shouldered shrug in response, happy to just be able to have some space again.<<else>>Your lips twitch into a slight smile and you shrug.<</if>> “It’s hit or miss. I think it was a combination of too many bodies and too much heat.” “I suppose it can get rather overwhelming at times.” $Sythey lean<<sys>> forward enough to see the glow of the bonfire before letting out a small chuckle. “Nothing beats seeing the influence it can have on others, though. I like to think people truly become themselves at events like these... and it’s always given such fascinating results.” “That sounds like something a psychologist would say.” Truthfully, Sysba acts like a psychologist from time to time with the way $sythey speak<<sys>> about people. $Sythey glance<<sys>> at you with another grin. “Well, I do have a few psychology degrees under my belt.” ... Yeah, somehow you don’t doubt that. [[Next|outside2]]

<<if ($rel gte 60) and ($mcor eq "Romantic/Physical")>>As your attention wanders back to the dark forests, you sense Sysba move until $sytheyre resting against the tree next to you, $sytheir body pressed close enough that you can smell $sytheir perfume; cardamom and rose. $Sythey lean<<sys>> in until $sytheir lips are inches from your ear and you can feel the coy grin that $sythey wear<<sys>>. “Would you rather we continue the celebration elsewhere? I don’t mind leaving for an hour or two.” “From your own party?” You turn your head until your noses are brushing against each other due to the proximity. “Please, there might be riots once they learn of your absence.” Sysba closes $sytheir eyes with a small (and completely ingenuine) groan of frustration. $Sythey lean<<sys>> in to give you what can be regarded as a chaste kiss on $sytheir behalf; your mouth floods with the taste of cherry and some other, more indescribable flavor before $sythey completely withdraw<<sys>>. “//Muhrihn tuah ach,//” $sythey grumble<<sys>> before pushing $sythemself away from the tree. $Sythey brush<<syes>> down $sytheir clothing before sparing you one last glance.<</if>><<if ($rel gte 60) and ($mcor eq "Romantic")>>As your attention wanders back to the dark forests, you sense Sysba move until $sytheyre resting against the tree next to you. $Sythey tip<<sys>> $sytheir head back with a sigh and look<<sys>> at the tree tops above you both. “Would you rather we continue the celebration elsewhere? I don’t mind leaving for an hour or two.” “From your own party?” You turn your head and give $sythem a knowing look. “Please, there might be riots once they learn of your absence.” Sysba closes $sytheir eyes with a small (and completely ingenuine) groan of frustration. $Sythey send<<sys>> you what can only be called an affectionate look—affectionate for Sysba, at least— before looking away. “//Muhrihn tuah ach,//” $sythey grumble<<sys>>, pushing $sythemself from the tree. $Sythey brush<<syes>> down $sytheir clothing before sparing you one last glance.<</if>><<if ($rel gte 60) and ($mcor eq "Physical")>>As your attention wanders back to the dark forests, you sense Sysba move until $sytheyre resting against the tree next to you, $sytheir body pressed close enough that you can smell $sytheir perfume; cardamom and rose. $Sythey lean<<sys>> in until $sytheir lips are brushing against your neck and you can feel the coy grin present on $sytheir face. “I can think of more enjoyable things to be doing together, you know. I don’t mind leaving for an hour or two.” “From your own party?” You let out a snort and close your eyes, taking in the sensation of $sytheir body pressed against yours. “Please, there might be riots once they learn of your absence.” Sysba lets out a small (and completely ingenuine) groan of frustration. $Sythey nip<<sys>> at the sensitive skin on your neck—not enough to break it, but enough to cause a sound of surprise to escape from you—before running $sytheir tongue over the same spot and pulling away. “//Muhrihn tuah ach,//” $sythey grumble<<sys>> before pushing $sythemself off of the tree. $Sythey brush<<syes>> down $sytheir clothing before sparing you one last glance.<</if>><<if ($rel gte 60) and ($mcor eq "Platonic")>>As your attention wanders back to the dark forests, you sense Sysba move until $sytheyre resting against the tree next to you. $Sythey tip<<sys>> $sytheir head back with a sigh and look<<sys>> at the tree tops above. “Did you want to grab food or something? I don’t mind leaving for an hour or two.” “From your own party?” You turn your head and give $sythem a knowing look. “We //both// know it’d be a shitshow upon your return. Besides... our food preferences are a bit different.” Sysba's expression shifts into a cheeky grin in response before $sythey push<<syes>> $sythemself off of the tree. “Please, dearest //tehne//, you’re acting like I’d eat someone right in front of you.” $Sythey fire you a wink before turning to survey the surrounding forest.<</if>><<if ($rel lt 60) and ($mcor eq "Romantic/Physical")>>As your attention wanders back to the dark forests around you, you hear Sysba scoff and move until $sytheyre resting right beside you. A brief glance shows a tightness around the edges of $sytheir lips, and when $sythey catch<<syes>> you looking, that tension is quickly reflected in $sytheir gaze. You look away, but it’s too late at that point—Sysba moves until $sytheir lips are inches from your ear. “Did you //really// want to come out here just for fresh air, $mcname? Or is there perhaps another underlying purpose to our sudden solitude?” $Sytheir hot breath causes goosebumps to break out across your skin as you turn your head away to hide the frustration that flashes across your face. Sysba’s practically purring in satisfaction at your reactions, and before you can entirely withdraw, $sythey grasp your chin in a vice-like hold and force<<sys>> you to look $sytheir way. “I just needed air,” you hiss, torn between wanting to slap or kiss the smug look off of $sytheir face. Sysba grins—a wide, uncompassionate smile—before making the decision for you in one swift motion. $Sytheir lips connect with yours and $sytheir tongue forces its way into your mouth. <<if $rel is 30>>You bite down hard and earn yourself a snarl in response.<</if>><<if $rel is 40>>You feel your brow furrow at the action as $sythey squeeze your chin.<</if>><<if $rel is 50>>You shiver and close your eyes at the sudden gesture.<</if>> Then, $sythey withdraw<<sys>>, letting go of your face and smoothing down $sytheir clothing as $sythey do so. “Ah, my //tilna muhrihn//. Try not to let such events wear you down.”<</if>><<if ($rel lt 60) and ($mcor eq "Romantic")>>As your attention wanders back to the dark forests around you, you hear Sysba scoff and move until $sytheyre resting right beside you. A brief glance shows a tightness around the edges of $sytheir lips, and when $sythey catch<<syes>> you looking, that tension is quickly reflected in $sytheir gaze. A low chuckle escapes from $sythem. “Did you //really// want to come out here just for fresh air, $mcname? Or is there perhaps another underlying purpose to our sudden solitude?” $Sytheir question holds suggestive traces beneath it, which causes your brow to furrow in turn. You look away from $sythem and back out to the dark woods, torn between wanting to remain near the light and wanting to risk whatever resides out there instead of remaining by Sysba’s side. “I just needed air,” you mumble, the orange glow of the bonfire casting shadows over you both. Sysba grins—a wide, uncompassionate smile—before chuckling again. “A pity. And here I was, expecting you to want a //heart-to-heart// about things.” Then, $sythey withdraw<<sys>>, smoothing down $sytheir clothing as though no conversation ever happened. “Ah, my //tilna muhrihn//. Try not to let this event wear you down.”<</if>><<if ($rel lt 60) and ($mcor eq "Physical")>>As your attention wanders back to the dark forests around you, you hear Sysba scoff and move until $sytheyre resting right beside you. A brief glance shows a tightness around the edges of $sytheir lips, and when $sythey catch<<syes>> you looking, that tension is quickly reflected in $sytheir gaze. You look away, but it’s too late at that point—Sysba moves until $sytheir lips are inches from your ear. “Did you //really// want to come out here just for fresh air, $mcname? Or do you perhaps have an //itch// you wish to scratch?” $Sytheir hot breath causes goosebumps to break out across your skin as you turn your head away to hide the frustration that flashes across your face. Sysba’s practically purring in satisfaction at your reactions, and before you can entirely withdraw, $sythey grasp your chin in a vice-like hold and force<<sys>> you to look $sytheir way. “I just needed air,” you hiss, fighting the urge to slap $sytheir hand away from you. Sysba grins—a wide, uncompassionate smile—before forcing your head to tip back. $Sytheir lips skim across your neck until you feel the sharp, tangible sensation of a bite on the flesh. <<if $rel is 30>>It’s hard enough that you can feel flesh break, and you immediately shove your hands against $sytheir body.<</if>><<if $rel is 40>>You can feel the flesh straining under $sytheir teeth, and a low warning sound escapes from you.<</if>><<if $rel is 50>>Your body tenses at the gesture, especially when you feel $sytheir tongue skim along the same spot.<</if>> Then, $sythey withdraw<<sys>>, smoothing down $sytheir clothing as $sythey with the action. “Ah, //tilna muhrihn//. Try not to let this event exhaust you then, hm?”<</if>><<if ($rel lt 60) and ($mcor eq "Platonic")>>As your attention wanders back to the dark forests around you, you hear Sysba scoff and move until $sytheyre resting right beside you. A brief glance shows a tightness around the edges of $sytheir lips, and when $sythey catch<<syes>> you looking, that tension is quickly reflected in $sytheir gaze. A low chuckle escapes from $sythem. “Do you //really// wish to be here, $mcname? I’m frankly surprised.” $Sytheir comment is cold, causing your brow to furrow in response. You look away from $sythem and back out to the dark woods, torn between wanting to remain near the light and wanting to risk whatever resides out there instead of remaining by Sysba’s side. “A party’s a party,” you mumble, the orange glow of the bonfire casting shadows over you both. Sysba grins—a wide, uncompassionate smile—before chuckling again. “A party’s a party, indeed.” Then, $sythey push<<syes>> $sythemself off of the tree, smoothing down $sytheir clothes with the action. “But don’t stay if the party exhausts you, //tilna muhrihn//. Yes?”<</if>> [[Next|outside3]]

“That language.” You find your voice again and look towards $sythem. “Do all of you speak it?” You don’t need to elaborate on ‘you’ for Sysba to know what you mean. $Sythey look mildly surprised—dare you say, even //interested//—before shaking $sytheir head. “Partially. It’s become quite modified since I arrived here.” $Sythey brush<<syes>> $sytheir fingers through $sytheir hair and glances back at the bonfire. You can see $sytheyre itching to head back into the reverie, which means your time with $sythem is drawing short. “Why do you ask?” “It might be useful to know,” is all you say in response. Sysba glances at you and—against the backdrop of orange flame—you see something shift beneath $sytheir gaze, <<if $syreal is true>>something far darker than you have the ability to comprehend. It makes your stomach turn and your mouth water with the urge to be ill. $Sythey look<<sys>>... //sickeningly divine//.<<else>>which you blink away with your own confusion.<</if>> You didn’t outright say that you wanted to be taught the dead tongue of unfathomable beings, but again—you don’t need to elaborate for Sysba to know what you mean. $Sythey hum<<sys>> in curiosity before tapping a finger against $sytheir chin. “... Come to La Rumeur in two days. I’ll need tomorrow to recover from this, but if you still have an interest, <<if $rel lte 50>>and you can //behave// yourself accordingly,<<else>>and you promise me extra hours in your day,<</if>> then perhaps we can discuss things further.” [[Next|outside4]]

The two of you observe each other in silence for a moment—$sythey, with $sytheir trademark coy grin and you, weighing the pros and cons in your mind—before you finally relax your shoulders and give $sythem a nod. “Fine. Two days, then.” $Sythey clap<<sys>> $sytheir hands together with a happy cooing noise before gesturing back to the crowd. “If //that’s// all then, I’d like to join my lovely guests. I’m feeling rather... shall we say, //antsy//. I fear I’ve been disconnected for far too long.” You’re pretty sure that’s $sytheir way of saying that $sytheyve got an itch to scratch, and a few of the hundred-plus adoring party-goers are the lucky ones to scratch it. You wave a hand in response and glance back at the group. “Go. I’ll be here for a bit longer. But Sysba?” $Sythey—already half-way to the grove line —pause<<sys>> and give<<sys>> you an expectant look. <<if $rel gte 60>>You take a few steps forward and reach up to fix the golden laurel wreath that adorns $sytheir head. When it once again looks like a crown rather than a lopsided display, you drop your hands to your side and offer a faint smile.<<else>>You glance over $sythem with indifference before stating, in a polite and cursory tone;<</if>> “Happy birthday. I expect a cleaning crew for my wall to show up by tomorrow—//fully// paid for.” [[END|1]]

You shake your head to decline $sytheir offer, instead focusing your attention on the crowd around you instead. Many of the people present appear to be in a stuporous state; the eyes that meet yours are dazed, addled with the influence of substances and something more, and the few smiles you receive appear as ghosts of a genuine look. Your gaze drops back to Sysba, who’s watching you with a knowing look on $sytheir face. “//Tilna tehne//.” $Sythey stretch<<syes>> one pale hand up to tap your cheek, $sytheir fingers cold against the flesh. “Penny for your thoughts, perhaps?” <<if $rel lte 50>>You jerk your face back from $sytheir touch, sending $sythem a warning look as you do so. This only seems to encourage $sythem further as $sytheir knowing smile turns malicious.<<else>>You close your eyes briefly against $sytheir touch before turning your face away. When you glance back, $sytheir knowing smile has taken on a more curious look.<</if>> “I’m just curious about your other party-goers.” $Sytheir eyes narrow before $sythey reach<<syes>> up again and taps two fingers against your neck. You move back again in surprise and clear your throat. As you do so, Sysba shakes $sytheir head. “Say that again.” “I’m just curious about your other party-goers?” Your eyes go wide as you realize just how //clear// your voice sounds—to you, at least. It seems like no one but you and Sysba have noticed this abrupt change in your person. Sysba lets out a knowing hum before leaning back further in $sytheir seat. “Ah, yes. They are a curious bunch of ducks, aren’t they?” $Sythey smile<<sys>>, as if privy to some private joke, as the glow of the bonfires flames dance across $sytheir skin. “I like to think people truly become themselves at events like these... and it’s always given such fascinating results.” “Coming from you, I’m not sure that's a good thing.” You lean forward yourself and look at the crowd around you. A few people have begun dancing around the bonfire, seemingly lost in their own individual worlds, while a majority of others continue to drink and chatter in groups. “I think it's rather benign either way.” Sysba presses a hand against $sytheir chest in feign innocence, a look that’s broken a mirthless laugh. “But then again—oh, what is that phrase those from your hometown say? A single line may have two hooks?” Your lips twist into a <<if $rel gte 60>> wry grin.<<else>>tight grimace.<</if>> “What a fine kettle of fish that makes this, then.” [[Next|inside2]]

<<if ($rel gte 60) and ($mcor eq "Romantic/Physical")>>As your attention continues to remain fixated on the crowd, you fail to notice the way Sysba subtly shifts in $sytheir seat, right up until you feel an arm snake around your waist and yank you downwards. A sharp gasp escapes from you as you fall back onto the throne next to $sythem, your body temporarily winded by the motion. Sysba keeps $sytheir arm tightly around your waist and leans in until $sytheir lips are mere inches from your ear. You can feel the coy smile on $sytheir face with the proximity. “If you think this situation is so messy, then why stay? Am I, perhaps, the reason for your presence?” $Sytheir smile only grows as $sythey brush<<syes>> $sytheir lips along your jaw. You do your best to school your features into a neutral expression as you turn to look at $sythem, causing $sythem to draw back slightly. “I believe my wall is the biggest factor in my presence.” Sysba regards you with a small (and completely ingenuine) pout. $Sythey lean<<sys>> in to give you what can be regarded as a chaste kiss on $sytheir behalf; your mouth floods with the taste of cherry and some other, more indescribable flavor before $sythey completely withdraw<<sys>>. “//Muhrihn tuah ach,//” $sythey grumble<<sys>> before pulling you closer, pout still present on $sytheir face. “The way a //wall// matters more than I do. Sacrilegious, I say.”<</if>><<if ($rel gte 60) and ($mcor eq "Romantic")>>As your attention continues to remain fixated on the crowd, you fail to notice the way Sysba subtly shifts in $sytheir seat, right up until you feel $sytheir elbow dig into your thigh as $sythey prop<<sys>> $sytheir chin on $sytheir hand. “If you think this situation so messy, then why stay? Am I, perhaps, the reason for your presence?” $Sytheir smile only grows as $sythey peer<<sys>> up at you expectantly. You do your best to school your features into a neutral expression as you turn to look at $sythem, $sytheir eyes glimmering with unshielded delight. “I believe my wall is the biggest factor in my presence.” Sysba’s expression swiftly shifts into a small (and completely ingenuine) pout. $Sythey reach<<syes>> up to brush $sytheir hand along your cheek before letting it drop limply to your lap, as though all the energy has been sapped out of $sythem with that single comment alone. You know the entire facade is bullshit—mainly because $sythey can’t keep the small grin from tugging at the corners of $sytheir mouth. “//Muhrihn tuah ach,//” $sythey grumble<<sys>> before looking back at the crowd. “The way a //wall// matters more than I do. Sacrilegious, I say.”<</if>><<if ($rel gte 60) and ($mcor eq "Physical")>>As your attention continues to remain fixated on the crowd, you fail to notice the way Sysba subtly shifts in $sytheir seat, right up until you feel an arm snake around your waist and yank you downwards. A sharp gasp escapes from you as you fall back onto the throne next to $sythem, your body temporarily winded by the motion. Sysba keeps $sytheir arm tightly around your waist and leans in until $sytheir lips ghost along your neck, followed shortly by $sytheir teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh. “If you think this situation is so messy, then why stay? Am I, perhaps, the reason for your presence?” $Sythey press<<syes>> $sytheir face close and practically purrs as $sytheir hand squeezes your side. You do your best to school your features into a neutral expression as you turn to look at $sythem, causing $sythem to draw back slightly. “I believe my wall is the biggest factor in my presence.” Sysba regards you with a small (and completely ingenuine) pout before leaning back fully and resting $sytheir head against the trunk. $Sytheir arm continues to remain around your waist, however. “//Muhrihn tuah ach,//” $sythey grumble<<sys>> before pulling you closer, pout still present on $sytheir face. “The way a //wall// matters more than I do. Sacrilegious, I say.”<</if>><<if ($rel gte 60) and ($mcor eq "Platonic")>>As your attention continues to remain fixated on the crowd, you fail to notice the way Sysba subtly shifts in $sytheir seat, right up until you feel $sytheir elbow dig into your thigh as $sythey prop<<sys>> $sytheir chin on $sytheir hand. “If you think this situation is so messy, then why stay? I always encourage my companions to go if they don’t like a party.” $Sytheir smile only grows as $sythey peer<<sys>> up at you. You do your best to school your features into a neutral expression as you turn to look at $sythem, $sytheir eyes glimmering with unshielded delight. “I believe my wall is the biggest factor in my presence.” Sysba’s expression swiftly shifts into a small (and completely ingenuine) pout. $Sythey let<<sys>> out a drawn out sigh before closing $sytheir eyes in defeat. You know the entire facade is bullshit—mainly because $sythey can’t keep the small grin from tugging at the corners of $sytheir mouth. “//Muhrihn tuah ach,//” $sythey grumble<<sys>> before looking back at the crowd. “The way a //wall// matters more than I do. Sacrilegious, I say.”<</if>><<if ($rel lt 60) and ($mcor eq "Romantic/Physical")>>As your attention wanders back to the crowd around you, you hear Sysba hum contemplatively and follow your line of sight. A brief glance down shows a tightness around the edges of $sytheir lips, and when $sythey catch<<syes>> you looking, that tension is quickly reflected in $sytheir gaze. You look away, but it’s too late at that point—Sysba’s arm wraps around your waist and yanks you from the arm-rest to the throne beside $sythem. You can feel the heat of $sytheir body pressed against yours—and you’re not sure you like it. “Do you //really// despise the party this much, $mcname? Or is there perhaps another underlying purpose to your vehemence?” $Sytheir hot breath causes goosebumps to break out across your skin as you turn your head away to hide the frustration that flashes across your face. You can hear $sytheir satisfied hum at your reactions, and before you can entirely withdraw, $sythey grasp your chin in a vice-like hold and force<<sys>> you to look $sytheir way. “The damage to my //fucking// wall, for starters,” you hiss, torn between wanting to slap or kiss the smug look off of $sytheir face. Sysba grins—a wide, uncompassionate smile—before making the decision for you in one swift motion. $Sytheir lips connect with yours and $sytheir tongue forces its way into your mouth. <<if $rel is 30>>Your eyes open wide and you look towards the crowd—who are watching the entire show.<</if>><<if $rel is 40>>Your brow furrows and you stare into $sytheir blackened eyes, which remain narrowed in amusement.<</if>><<if $rel is 50>>Your eyes snap shut but you can feel your shoulders tense at the gesture.<</if>> Then, Sysba withdraws, letting go of your face and licking $sytheir lips as though savoring your aftertaste—a prospect that serves to worsen your mood. “Ah, my //tilna muhrihn//. If you want to go, then //go//.”<</if>><<if ($rel lt 60) and ($mcor eq "Romantic")>>As your attention wanders back to the crowd around you, you hear Sysba scoff and move until $sytheir elbow is digging deep into your thigh. This action causes a bolt of pain to shoot through your leg, and you send $sythem a sour glance. You notice tightness around the edges of $sytheir lips, and when $sythey catch<<syes>> you looking, that tightness is quickly reflected in $sytheir gaze. “Do you //really// despise the party this much, $mcname? Or is there perhaps another underlying purpose to your vehemence?” $Sytheir question holds suggestive traces beneath it, which causes your stomach to turn in disgust. You look away from $sythem and back out to the crowd, watching as they move around in a strange, zombified fashion. Whatever is going on here is //not// something of good nature. “The damage to my //fucking// wall, for starters,” you hiss, the orange glow of the bonfire casting shadows over you both. Sysba grins—a wide, uncompassionate smile—before chuckling. “A pity. And here I was, thinking you’re upset because I’m not paying enough //attention// to you.” Then, $sythey withdraw<<sys>>, removing $sytheir elbow and licking $sytheir lips as $sythey stare<<sys>> up at you—a gesture that causes tension to creep through your body. “Ah, my //tilna muhrihn//. If you want to go, then //go//.”<</if>><<if ($rel lt 60) and ($mcor eq "Physical")>>As your attention wanders back to the crowd around you, you hear Sysba hum contemplatively and follow your line of sight. A brief glance down shows a tightness around the edges of $sytheir lips, and when $sythey catch<<syes>> you looking, that tension is quickly reflected in $sytheir gaze. You look away, but it’s too late at that point—Sysba’s arm wraps around your waist and yanks you from the arm-rest to the throne beside $sythem. You can feel the heat of $sytheir body pressed against yours—and you’re not sure you like it. $Sythey then lean<<sys>> in until $sytheir lips are brushing against your neck. “Do you //really// despise the party this much, $mcname? Or is there perhaps another underlying purpose to your vehemence? Perhaps you wish to take your frustrations out in //other// ways?” $Sytheir hot breath causes goosebumps to break out across your skin as you turn your head away to hide the anger that flashes across your face. Sysba’s practically purring in satisfaction at your reactions, and before you can entirely withdraw, $sythey grasp your chin in a vice-like hold and force<<sys>> you to look $sytheir way. “The damage to my //fucking// wall, for starters,” you hiss, fighting the urge to slap $sytheir hand away from you. Sysba grins—a wide, uncompassionate smile—before forcing your head to tip back. $Sytheir lips skim across your neck until you the sharp, tangible sensation of a bite on the flesh snaps you to attention. <<if $rel eq 30>>It’s hard enough that you //know// the flesh has broken, and you immediately shove your hands against $sytheir body. You can feel the crowds eyes watching your every move.<</if>><<if $rel eq 40>>The fragile skin strains under $sytheir teeth, and a low warning sound escapes from you. You can feel the crowds eyes watching your every move.<</if>><<if $rel eq 50>>Your body tenses at the gesture, especially when you feel $sytheir tongue skim along the same spot. Vaguely, you wonder if the crowd is watching the two of you.<</if>> Then, Sysba withdraws, shoving your face back and brushing a few stray strands of hair out of $sytheir eyes. “If you want to go, my //tilna muhrihn//, then //go//. I have no desire to dissuade you.”<</if>><<if ($rel lt 60) and ($mcor eq "Platonic")>>As your attention wanders back to the crowd around you, you hear Sysba scoff and move until $sytheir elbow is digging deep into your thigh. This action causes a bolt of pain to shoot through your leg, and you send $sythem a sour glance. You notice tightness around the edges of $sytheir lips, and when $sythey catch<<syes>> you looking, that tightness is quickly reflected in $sytheir gaze. A low chuckle escapes from $sythem. “Do you //really// wish to be here, $mcname? You look as though someone poured sewer water down your throat.” $Sytheir comment is cold, causing your brow to furrow in response. You look away from $sythem and back out to the crowd, torn between wanting to remain near the light and wanting to get as far away from Sysba as possible. “How else am I to get the money for my //fucking// wall?” you mumble, the orange glow of the bonfire casting shadows over you both. Sysba grins—a wide, uncompassionate smile—before chuckling again. “Ah, my //tilna muhrihn// you’re no fun.” Then, Sysba removes $sytheir elbow and fixes you with a dispassionate glance. “If you want to go, then //go//. I’m no babysitter to you”<</if>> [[Next|inside3]]

<<if $rel gte 60>>You scoff at $sytheir dramatics before pushing yourself off of the makeshift throne.<<else>>You grimace at $sytheir actions before pushing yourself off of the makeshift throne.<</if>> $Sythey watch<<syes>> you with marginal interest as you brush your clothing down before looking back $sytheir way. $Sytheyre probably expecting you to vent about the wall again—which is precisely why your next comment earns you a look of surprise. “That language. Do all of you speak it?” You don’t need to elaborate on ‘you’ for Sysba to know what you mean. A flash of interest appears on $sytheir face—as brief as the sparks from the bonfire—before $sythey shake<<sys>> $sytheir head. “Partially. It’s become quite modified since I arrived here.” $Sythey brush<<syes>> $sytheir fingers through $sytheir hair and glances back at the bonfire. You can see $sytheyre itching to rise and delve into the reverie, which means your time with $sythem is drawing short. “Why do you ask?” “It might be useful to know,” is all you say in response. Sysba glances at you and—against the backdrop of orange flame—you see something shift beneath $sytheir gaze, <<if $syreal is true>>something far darker than you have the ability to comprehend. It makes your stomach turn and your mouth water with the urge to be ill. $Sythey look<<sys>>… //sickeningly divine//.<<else>>which you blink away with your own confusion.<</if>> You didn’t outright say that you wanted to be taught the dead tongue of unfathomable beings, but again—you don’t need to elaborate for Sysba to know what you mean. $Sythey hum<<sys>> in curiosity before tapping a finger against $sytheir chin. “... Curious duck. Come to La Rumeur in two days. I’ll need tomorrow to recover from this, but if you still have an interest, <<if $rel lte 50>>and you can //behave// yourself accordingly,<<else>>and you promise me extra hours in your day,<</if>> then perhaps we can discuss things further.” [[Next|outside4]]