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Iba hissed and spat, plaster crumbling beneath their fingers as they clung to the ceiling, lips pulled back in a snarl. "Iba, please," Fin pleaded, "You agreed that you would come!" A truly impressive mixture of profanities were spewed out of Iba's mouth, Fin not even deigning to look hurt at the admittedly creative insults being thrown his way. ...

Merry hasn't been feeling well, for the last couple of… she wasn’t actually sure how long it had been. Her teeth itch, her eyes burn, and all she can focus on is that horrible feeling of what she thinks is hunger, but not quite- the sensation is definitely coming from her stomach, a weird ache that feels closer to a deep longing, an incomprehensible desire that certainly wasn’t just for any regular food. She’s not sure what she’s been eating and drinki...