every chime of the bell, signalling a new game is afoot, kicks up a familiar fear in his heart. his charges are to be summoned, thrust into the realm of another echo who holds complete power over them, and there is nothing he can do about it. there is nothing that any of them can do about it. it is the nature of this place. the only thing that caretaker can do is be there to pick up the pieces, sometimes quite literally.
today was no exception.
this afternoon's game had put them all through the ringer. the echo had broken their bodies as punishment for losing and left them discarded on the floor like unwanted toys. they had, per standard, offered some healing as a consultation prize, but it hadn't meant that much. caretaker still had to organise quests to heal his charges, doling out tasks to repair wounds they should have never received. in the meantime, he bundles them all up into a nest in the living quarters to sleep where he can keep an eye on them.
he sleeps by their side, curled up on the floor near them, or at least until a wayward charge escapes. ochre is not quiet, making noise through the entire process of pulling himself up and trying to hobble away.
where is he going?
ochre stumbles then, nearly tripping over his own feet. that is when the caretaker can no longer simply observe. gently, he presses a paw against ochre's back to save him from falling. )
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every chime of the bell, signalling a new game is afoot, kicks up a familiar fear in his heart. his charges are to be summoned, thrust into the realm of another echo who holds complete power over them, and there is nothing he can do about it. there is nothing that any of them can do about it. it is the nature of this place. the only thing that caretaker can do is be there to pick up the pieces, sometimes quite literally.
today was no exception.
this afternoon's game had put them all through the ringer. the echo had broken their bodies as punishment for losing and left them discarded on the floor like unwanted toys. they had, per standard, offered some healing as a consultation prize, but it hadn't meant that much. caretaker still had to organise quests to heal his charges, doling out tasks to repair wounds they should have never received. in the meantime, he bundles them all up into a nest in the living quarters to sleep where he can keep an eye on them.
he sleeps by their side, curled up on the floor near them, or at least until a wayward charge escapes. ochre is not quiet, making noise through the entire process of pulling himself up and trying to hobble away.
where is he going?
ochre stumbles then, nearly tripping over his own feet. that is when the caretaker can no longer simply observe. gently, he presses a paw against ochre's back to save him from falling. )
Sir Ochre. May I assist you?