Heart Game (Continued)

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[There's nothing]

[Nothing]

[Nothingnothingnothingnothingnothing]

[Isn't that wonderful though?]

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[unguilded]

[ VICTORY.

...

Wait not victory now there's crying.

Tossing a concerned glance to Lucciola before he heads out of the room, following the sound. ]

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[Mixed victory.]

[It's down at the other end of the hall, through another door.]

[unguilded]

[ Crosses over to the other side of it, then, listening near both of the doors to figure out which it's coming from. ]

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[Seems to be the far door, at the very end of the wall. It's faint though, nowhere near the door.]

[unguilded]

[ INTO THE FAR DOOR HE GOES THEN. Slowly opens it up, and peeks inside, voice gentle. ]

Roxy?

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[There are a whole lotta pumpkins in this observatory.]

[Crying coming from the other side of the gourd hoard.]

[unguilded]

Woah--!

[ CREEPS AROUND THE HOARD THEN to find the Roxy. It's like an adventure. ]

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[Don't give too much, they don't have self control, you're the only one who can watch the moderation. There's only so much you can get at once, but always have a reserve for the bad times. Careful, careful, careful, you're the only one who can do this, you're all alone in this effort.]

[And on the other side of the pumpkins is Roxy.]

[Who looks to be only about five years old, crying into her knees.]

[unguilded]

[ Oh I've seen this child before.

Doesn't get too close to her, and keeps his voice gentle to get her attention. ]

Hey.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[She jumps, head whipping up, startled.]

[unguilded]

Ah, sorry!

[ Gives her an apologetic look, but also a smile, staying in place. ]

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[She just...stares at him.]

[Then a motion, a question. Who are you?]

[unguilded]

My name is Rook. I was just passing by and seeing if there was something I could do to help here. Sorry if I scared you!

What's wrong?

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[She grimaces, rubbing at her ears. That...that is a lot of verbal words she's expected to answer, it's taking her a minute to parse it out.]

[unguilded]

Ah, then...

[ Motions to himself. ] I'm Rook!

[ And then he motions to her tear-streaked face, with a look of concern. He figures that can cover the other two issues. Wanting to help, wondering why she's crying. ]

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[Rook....you don't look like a chess person.]

[She scrubs at her face. Just something in her eye!]

[unguilded]

[ I am the chessiest chess person.

He smiles a little, though, when she does that, and then looks around the room, waving a hand at the pumpkins. ]

You ... you're helping?

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[She is doubting your chess personness, you look too pink for it, and have hair.]

.... [Motions. Someone has to.]

[unguilded]

[ And it's ... ]

Lonely, right?

[ To do it alone. To be here alone, with a purpose and some guidance but nothing else. ]

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

....

[She looks away.]

[unguilded]

[ Nods at her, somewhat understanding. ]

I know...

[ And then he holds out a hand to her, offering. ]

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[She looks at the hand.]

[Suspicious.]

[Where did you come from?]

[unguilded]

[ Glancing over his shoulder, behind him. ]

Out there.

[ Since it's true. There are lots of "out theres" they came from. The heart in general, those burning streets... ]

Scary, a little bit.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

.... [Yes.]

[It is scary.]

[unguilded]

Scared and lonely, right?

[ He looks back to her, trying to use some of his power to convey what he did earlier. To show that's why he's here, maybe help her feel it if he can get this room to feel less heavy like he did earlier. To help. To let her know she's not alone, she doesn't have to be alone. ]

Help ... we want to help.

[ His expression reflects that. Hesitant; he doesn't want to unsettle her. Warm; because he know how cold it feels, to be all by yourself. Welcoming; because she's timid, she's nervous, but he wants to let her know that he's there, and he'll wait for her at her own pace. ]