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text / voicemail / emails / pack telepathy"Yeah. It's Ren. Text me.
Don't fucking call, y'weirdo."Ren Rages-Against-The-Odds O'Neill
Homid Fianna Ahroun - Adren (31)
Guardian of the Sept of the Relentless Beat
Alpha of the Never Say Die Pack
Child of Coyote

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From:

wyldfire

One set of clothes. One weapon. That's all I'm willing to dedicate. Gnosis takes time to recover here.

From:

wyldfire

I need you to get silver.

From:

seastag

[ Softly, one evening after their cursed little village has been host to horrifying new bone-creatures, ]

Ren.

[ A pause, as if she hadn't thought about what exactly she wants to ask until now. But- ] Have you had to deal with those- things? Are you well?

From:

wyldfire

[After the public portion of this:]

How is it that she can directly ask you what she wants but not me? Asking people on dates isn't fucking rocket science.

From:

wyldfire

[At some point in the latter half of December, Ren would find a little pouch in the pocket of her jacket. Inside is a hand-beaded bracelet and a scrap of paper in English.]

Merry Christmas. -J

From:

wyldfire

[After this.]

Hey Ren, I agreed to say something to you about chilling on Gala's relationship with Ransom. So this is me saying something. I know his face is very punchable and he's a despicable man, but Gala is a strong woman. No accounting for taste, but she can make her own mistakes. Save your rage for more deserving targets.

There, I've said something and have fulfilled my end of the bargain. Do what you will. I don't actually care.

From:

whatsinfrontofyou

I'm worried about Jordana.

[A beat.]

More worried about Jordana.

From:

wyldfire

Ivan's still human. Whatever he has going on with the strength is probably a gift from the Wyrm Spider. Maybe an item like a fetish.

From:

pathography

Hello, excuse me - is this Ren?

[ Whoever it is, he sounds tired and posh. ]

Edited Date: 2025-08-03 09:22 pm (UTC)

From:

wyldfire

I'm heading to the jungle with Ivy. I took the knife with me, so it's not lost.

From:

damnedest

[ It's some days after her broadcasted offer for those to see the ones they miss the most, in which Lestat lapsed back into silence, indecisive as to what, actually, would make him feel better.

And then, a little like he is continuing the conversation; ]

I have decided on my own who I wish to see.