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*Even though the fire may not warm him up, it does help warm up Celci. He sighed in understanding.*

...I don't think she will...

...However... I think I can handle it from here...

Far enough out into the snow, where fog hung in the air like drapes, a woman worked at a console. The fade was gradual, far and subtle enough not to notice. Cryo pods were spread out, half buried in the snow banks, before becoming more uniform closer to her.

She was too busy to notice that something was wrong, and her face was much too familiar for comfort.

-@heart--of--frost

*The longhaired man stumbled upon the freezing yet modern place he found himself in. He was confused, especially as to how he was out of the white acres without feeling as weak.

His steps could he heard, not flinching a bit at the inhumane low temperature of the room, not spotting the stranger who worked in this area yet.*

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...Of course I do.

*He stops picking on the firewood before he just sits there, looking at the fire. It's supposed to warm him up, but it doesn't.*

...Everyday...every week...every year...

...So much time has passed, I... don't even remember anymore...

Far enough out into the snow, where fog hung in the air like drapes, a woman worked at a console. The fade was gradual, far and subtle enough not to notice. Cryo pods were spread out, half buried in the snow banks, before becoming more uniform closer to her.

She was too busy to notice that something was wrong, and her face was much too familiar for comfort.

-@heart--of--frost

*The longhaired man stumbled upon the freezing yet modern place he found himself in. He was confused, especially as to how he was out of the white acres without feeling as weak.

His steps could he heard, not flinching a bit at the inhumane low temperature of the room, not spotting the stranger who worked in this area yet.*

[ask-damien-wkm]

*Damien entered after her, closing the door. He sat in front of the fire, picking on the wood in it with a stick.*

...I woke up.

It was my time to wake up, and so it put her to sleep...

...Celine...

Far enough out into the snow, where fog hung in the air like drapes, a woman worked at a console. The fade was gradual, far and subtle enough not to notice. Cryo pods were spread out, half buried in the snow banks, before becoming more uniform closer to her.

She was too busy to notice that something was wrong, and her face was much too familiar for comfort.

-@heart--of--frost

*The longhaired man stumbled upon the freezing yet modern place he found himself in. He was confused, especially as to how he was out of the white acres without feeling as weak.

His steps could he heard, not flinching a bit at the inhumane low temperature of the room, not spotting the stranger who worked in this area yet.*

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...Yes.

But it's... for the best. You get used to it at some point.

Ghosts tend to be lonely.

I also protect something that's too... dangerous.

...Although I used to not always be alone.

*As they stood in front of the door, Damien opened it for Celci if she wanted to come in.*

Far enough out into the snow, where fog hung in the air like drapes, a woman worked at a console. The fade was gradual, far and subtle enough not to notice. Cryo pods were spread out, half buried in the snow banks, before becoming more uniform closer to her.

She was too busy to notice that something was wrong, and her face was much too familiar for comfort.

-@heart--of--frost

*The longhaired man stumbled upon the freezing yet modern place he found himself in. He was confused, especially as to how he was out of the white acres without feeling as weak.

His steps could he heard, not flinching a bit at the inhumane low temperature of the room, not spotting the stranger who worked in this area yet.*

[ask-damien-wkm]

This place is timeless... the gap between life and death.

Nothing makes sense here.

*After a while, they finally reach his cabin. It is lonely and small, with some cut wood on the side.

Far enough out into the snow, where fog hung in the air like drapes, a woman worked at a console. The fade was gradual, far and subtle enough not to notice. Cryo pods were spread out, half buried in the snow banks, before becoming more uniform closer to her.

She was too busy to notice that something was wrong, and her face was much too familiar for comfort.

-@heart--of--frost

*The longhaired man stumbled upon the freezing yet modern place he found himself in. He was confused, especially as to how he was out of the white acres without feeling as weak.

His steps could he heard, not flinching a bit at the inhumane low temperature of the room, not spotting the stranger who worked in this area yet.*

[ask-damien-wkm]

*At this point, if he denied it once more, it would be too obvious that he was hiding something.*

...Fine.

*However, as he allowed for the unexpected visitor to look at the mirror, he stepped away from it, not letting his reflection be seen.*

[Finn stood outside of the cabin, shivering in the cold and watching their breath turn into a thick fog in the freezing winter air. One of her anonymous sources had said that there was a ghost in this cabin... or, well- the source didn't say that they were a ghost, not exactly, but Finn assumed that they had to be a ghost if they willingly lived in this freezing weather.]

[Well... only one way to find out. They adjusted their coat and knocked on the door gently, trying to keep a smile on their face even as she shivered in the cold air.]

Hello? Anyone in there...?

*It took a moment for the door to be answered, but eventually heavy footsteps can be heard approaching the door. The door is not fully opened, but rather just a crack. Finn could only see the silhouette of a longhaired man who exhaled cold air.*

...Yes?

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[ask-damien-wkm]

To my cabin? Yes. I recognize the trail now. Follow me, please.

*Damien gestured kindly as he guided Celci through the snow. It was so empty of life, and there were so many of the tree stumps, all done by one man.*

Far enough out into the snow, where fog hung in the air like drapes, a woman worked at a console. The fade was gradual, far and subtle enough not to notice. Cryo pods were spread out, half buried in the snow banks, before becoming more uniform closer to her.

She was too busy to notice that something was wrong, and her face was much too familiar for comfort.

-@heart--of--frost

*The longhaired man stumbled upon the freezing yet modern place he found himself in. He was confused, especially as to how he was out of the white acres without feeling as weak.

His steps could he heard, not flinching a bit at the inhumane low temperature of the room, not spotting the stranger who worked in this area yet.*

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No.

I mean- I rather you don't.

The weather, it... cracks the mirror. It's cold enough to damage it.

*He got up now to add more wood to the fire, grabbing a lot cut in half before tossing it to the fire.*

[Finn stood outside of the cabin, shivering in the cold and watching their breath turn into a thick fog in the freezing winter air. One of her anonymous sources had said that there was a ghost in this cabin... or, well- the source didn't say that they were a ghost, not exactly, but Finn assumed that they had to be a ghost if they willingly lived in this freezing weather.]

[Well... only one way to find out. They adjusted their coat and knocked on the door gently, trying to keep a smile on their face even as she shivered in the cold air.]

Hello? Anyone in there...?

*It took a moment for the door to be answered, but eventually heavy footsteps can be heard approaching the door. The door is not fully opened, but rather just a crack. Finn could only see the silhouette of a longhaired man who exhaled cold air.*

...Yes?

@lost-in-gardener

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Then we're close! Those are all the trees I cut down for my fire.

*Damien smiled a bit in relief, sighing at seeing the familiar sight.*

Far enough out into the snow, where fog hung in the air like drapes, a woman worked at a console. The fade was gradual, far and subtle enough not to notice. Cryo pods were spread out, half buried in the snow banks, before becoming more uniform closer to her.

She was too busy to notice that something was wrong, and her face was much too familiar for comfort.

-@heart--of--frost

*The longhaired man stumbled upon the freezing yet modern place he found himself in. He was confused, especially as to how he was out of the white acres without feeling as weak.

His steps could he heard, not flinching a bit at the inhumane low temperature of the room, not spotting the stranger who worked in this area yet.*

[ask-damien-wkm]

*Damien followed her, pretty calm within all the snow and freezing temperatures.*

Hmm...at least the snow reminds me of home... but less lonely.

Far enough out into the snow, where fog hung in the air like drapes, a woman worked at a console. The fade was gradual, far and subtle enough not to notice. Cryo pods were spread out, half buried in the snow banks, before becoming more uniform closer to her.

She was too busy to notice that something was wrong, and her face was much too familiar for comfort.

-@heart--of--frost

*The longhaired man stumbled upon the freezing yet modern place he found himself in. He was confused, especially as to how he was out of the white acres without feeling as weak.

His steps could he heard, not flinching a bit at the inhumane low temperature of the room, not spotting the stranger who worked in this area yet.*

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*He was tearing up, the tears freezing on his skin as they fell before he nodded in agreement to both confirm that Celine indeed was one of them, and that he's up to telling once he's home.*

...I-I'm sorry, I should keep myself together...

Far enough out into the snow, where fog hung in the air like drapes, a woman worked at a console. The fade was gradual, far and subtle enough not to notice. Cryo pods were spread out, half buried in the snow banks, before becoming more uniform closer to her.

She was too busy to notice that something was wrong, and her face was much too familiar for comfort.

-@heart--of--frost

*The longhaired man stumbled upon the freezing yet modern place he found himself in. He was confused, especially as to how he was out of the white acres without feeling as weak.

His steps could he heard, not flinching a bit at the inhumane low temperature of the room, not spotting the stranger who worked in this area yet.*

[ask-damien-wkm]

...I'm not from this time.

My time was...so much simpler...

Speeches, get-togethers, poker nights...

...The manor with my friends and family...

*He hugged Celci with such a weak embrace. He was cold, unnaturally cold, and not a single beat of life came from him.*

Far enough out into the snow, where fog hung in the air like drapes, a woman worked at a console. The fade was gradual, far and subtle enough not to notice. Cryo pods were spread out, half buried in the snow banks, before becoming more uniform closer to her.

She was too busy to notice that something was wrong, and her face was much too familiar for comfort.

-@heart--of--frost

*The longhaired man stumbled upon the freezing yet modern place he found himself in. He was confused, especially as to how he was out of the white acres without feeling as weak.

His steps could he heard, not flinching a bit at the inhumane low temperature of the room, not spotting the stranger who worked in this area yet.*

[ask-damien-wkm]

It's what?!?!

W-what happened with it?! Oh God, and everyone in it- Oh God...

*He stopped as well, a bit more in shock, as his grip on his on his own arms hardened.*

Far enough out into the snow, where fog hung in the air like drapes, a woman worked at a console. The fade was gradual, far and subtle enough not to notice. Cryo pods were spread out, half buried in the snow banks, before becoming more uniform closer to her.

She was too busy to notice that something was wrong, and her face was much too familiar for comfort.

-@heart--of--frost

*The longhaired man stumbled upon the freezing yet modern place he found himself in. He was confused, especially as to how he was out of the white acres without feeling as weak.

His steps could he heard, not flinching a bit at the inhumane low temperature of the room, not spotting the stranger who worked in this area yet.*

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I- wait!!!

*He followed her through the fog, unsure of what to do.*

I-I know there is a way, but before I found you, there was a window. I looked out from it, and um, it doesn't look like we're anywhere close to Earth-

Far enough out into the snow, where fog hung in the air like drapes, a woman worked at a console. The fade was gradual, far and subtle enough not to notice. Cryo pods were spread out, half buried in the snow banks, before becoming more uniform closer to her.

She was too busy to notice that something was wrong, and her face was much too familiar for comfort.

-@heart--of--frost

*The longhaired man stumbled upon the freezing yet modern place he found himself in. He was confused, especially as to how he was out of the white acres without feeling as weak.

His steps could he heard, not flinching a bit at the inhumane low temperature of the room, not spotting the stranger who worked in this area yet.*

[ask-damien-wkm]

H-how?! I-I may not be human anymore, but that doesn't mean I can get anywhere I want to!

*Damien scratched the back of his head, trying to think of something as his fingers of his other hand fidget together.*

Far enough out into the snow, where fog hung in the air like drapes, a woman worked at a console. The fade was gradual, far and subtle enough not to notice. Cryo pods were spread out, half buried in the snow banks, before becoming more uniform closer to her.

She was too busy to notice that something was wrong, and her face was much too familiar for comfort.

-@heart--of--frost

*The longhaired man stumbled upon the freezing yet modern place he found himself in. He was confused, especially as to how he was out of the white acres without feeling as weak.

His steps could he heard, not flinching a bit at the inhumane low temperature of the room, not spotting the stranger who worked in this area yet.*

[ask-damien-wkm]

I-I don't know what a Warp Core is, but I'm guessing it's one of the crystals.

I protect one of many. I don't remember how many there were.

Now that I'm here, it's back in the cabin with no protection whatsoever...

Far enough out into the snow, where fog hung in the air like drapes, a woman worked at a console. The fade was gradual, far and subtle enough not to notice. Cryo pods were spread out, half buried in the snow banks, before becoming more uniform closer to her.

She was too busy to notice that something was wrong, and her face was much too familiar for comfort.

-@heart--of--frost

*The longhaired man stumbled upon the freezing yet modern place he found himself in. He was confused, especially as to how he was out of the white acres without feeling as weak.

His steps could he heard, not flinching a bit at the inhumane low temperature of the room, not spotting the stranger who worked in this area yet.*

[ask-damien-wkm]

What loop?! I-I don't underneath- I-

... Oh God, the crystal-

*Damien seemed very alerted by now as he held onto his own arms, eyes wide in confusion and frustration.*

Far enough out into the snow, where fog hung in the air like drapes, a woman worked at a console. The fade was gradual, far and subtle enough not to notice. Cryo pods were spread out, half buried in the snow banks, before becoming more uniform closer to her.

She was too busy to notice that something was wrong, and her face was much too familiar for comfort.

-@heart--of--frost

*The longhaired man stumbled upon the freezing yet modern place he found himself in. He was confused, especially as to how he was out of the white acres without feeling as weak.

His steps could he heard, not flinching a bit at the inhumane low temperature of the room, not spotting the stranger who worked in this area yet.*