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SUMMER TEST DRIVE MEME

⚰︎ ⍢ ⌲ ⍚ TEST DRIVE MEME:

Welcome to RUBILYKSKOYE – a dark, horror-smut game where player choices will drive a mod-run storyline about the world and its NPCs. This test drive meme provides a medley of prompts evoking the game's general tone.

THESE THREADS CAN BE GAME CANON if both players are accepted into the game and agree to it. However, if players who'd prefer to start fresh are welcome to reuse these prompts in their own personal logs upon acceptance into the communities. Note: the universal test drive arrival prompt will not be repeated on the coming event log, but players are welcome to reuse the prompt.

CONTENT WARNINGS for this game include: monsters, body horror, dub-con, non-con, religion, blood/violence, and marking/branding, loss of autonomy/self, and mental influences. This log additionally has warnings for: nudity, D/S mechanics, public sex, aphro, bondage, free use, death, missing persons, snakes.

If you have QUESTIONS about the test drive prompts, please ask HERE. Questions about the game itself or the general setting should be directed to the FAQ.

FAQ ✧ SETTING ✧ CALENDAR ✧ RESERVES ✧ APPLICATIONS

IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE

The chirping of partridges in the treetops rouses you. Light barely filters through the canopy, just enough to suggest daylight. By the time it reaches the forest floor, the light has taken on a sickly green. You lie amongst the damp mosses and ferns, the balmy summer air warm and sticking on your bare skin.

Wherever you were before this moment, whatever you were doing or wearing, when you awaken in this forest, you find yourself naked and helpless as the day you were born. As you sit up and get your bearings, aside from a brief wave of disoriented nausea, you seem to be no worse for wear than you last remember.

You seem to be alone. The gnarled oaks and moss suggest no sign of civilization or sentient life. Just flickers of movement from curious squirrels or brave lizards emerging from their hiding places. With your feet under you, you'll find the wood is filled with berry bushes and nut trees, though much of the fruit has been picked clean. The freshwater stream that runs north-south, populated by both poisonous toads and delicious crawdads, is knee-deep and surprisingly chilly. Here and there, dotting the verdant forest, are strange, massive white trees extending into the sky, surrounded by a circle of dead soil. Their sides are smooth and cool to the touch – like bone, for those who know its texture – and they creak alarmingly, threateningly at the press of warm hands.

As you explore, you may encounter caches of clothing left in painted crates or placed in hollow tree trunks. They contain loose shirts and trousers, perhaps even a moth-eaten coat, along with a note that includes a bare-bones explanation for your arrival and a sketched map toward town. You may also run into others with stories just like yours. Some may have already formed clumsy nudist groups, others may still be processing their confusion, with no memory of how they got here. Now is a good time to overcome any hang-ups you have about modesty; it's going to be a long hike to find civilization.

Turn your back to the darker, shadowy parts of the forest and eventually the glow of manmade lights and the curve of a dirt road may come into view. At the edge of the wood, you'll find a town surrounded by a fifty-foot wall of beige stone. The only entrance is an iron gate positioned on the southern edge. When you arrive, the gate is already open, welcoming people inside.

This quaint, historic town of five-thousand has cobbled street and signs lit by gas lamp. Wooden shutters protect otherwise open-air windows on the buildings, which are all under three stories with gabled roofs. A number of businesses hug the main street – a clockmaker, a cobbler, a grocer – while residential homes sprawl outwards towards the wall. Above the town, drifting like a low hanging cloud over the tops of the buildings, is a pavilion swathed in deep red cloth, and to the north, past the end of the main street, are several large blockades barring further exploration. Somewhat strangely, the whole town seems to be in a state of slight disrepair– workers bustle around, filling in a large hole in the town wall, a woman curses and fiddles with the crank mechanism of a well, and children splash through muddy potholes in the cobblestone, chasing a malnourished looking dog. Here, the bone trees have taken root as well, a few rising through buildings, branches extending through cracked roofs, others rooted in the middle of the street.

When you enter, the streets are full of people, but despite any efforts on your part to hide or make excuses, they don't seem offended by your nakedness. Even families with children don't gawk or look twice. Those determined to find proper clothing regardless will find that modern clothing stores aren't available – the closest this town has is a tailor's shop and a stand in the central marketplace selling scarves and blankets.

BREAKING AND ENTERING

If you intend to have your character break into someone's house or yard to steal some of their clean laundry, please review the info about game laws on the FAQ and give the mods a heads up HERE.

SETTING: CRIME

Fortunately, the people of the town are very generous! Anyone who ask the locals will be directed to the boarding house for both clothes and a place to stay. Accessible through an embellished iron garden gate and obscured by hanging plants, trees, and vines, beyond an overgrown yard in the residential sprawl of the town is a bright-red door, which opens to a spacious cottage of several stories. Parts of the house still bear the dust of disuse, gathered on various furnishings – bedding, sofas, curtains, wooden tables. However, it's already full of people! Once inside, you may notice patchwork repairs have been made, some scorch marks still linger from a fire about a year back, and the place seems somewhat in disrepair

Tonight, a few of the townspeople will help out with the new arrivals. They stock the kitchen and prepare a communal dinner of parsnips, pheasant, and squash. During dinner, they (and those outsiders who've already begun to settle) sit down at the enormous wooden dining room table and help orient the newcomers and answer their questions. The town has recently been through some upheaval, and its people have suffered a great loss, newcomers are told. Everyone is doing their part now to restore it to its former glory.

finding roommates

Don't spend too much time in the dining room going for seconds, though. You'll want to claim a bedroom quickly because each one only has two full-size beds, and there aren't enough spaces for everyone. The last people upstairs will need to double up to squeeze in. Roommates will not be mod-assigned; players should coordinate directly with one another to determine their living arrangements.

Get a good night's rest. By the light of day, locals will help get the new arrivals set up on the coal stove with breakfast. You may notice they're dressed in a way you would almost call normal – at least, in a manner befitting 19th century Eastern Europe. As you find your way around town to get your bearings, folks are eager to help you find a place to apply your skills so you can contribute to your new home.

WRITER'S BLOCK?

If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try: naked hiking, acquiring clothing or other inventory items, asking questions at dinner/orientation, or staking your claim on a bedroom!

THE FESTIVAL OF SUMMER'S EVE

Despite the repair efforts around town, summer is in full swing, which means it's time to take advantage of the warm weather! Colorful tents have been set up, stages and spaces for "games" to be played, many involving intimacy, playfulness, sex, or "fun". In fact, there's a great deal of emphasis on fun being had all around. Each round begins with a prayer to the Duchess. Not bowing your head in prayer may get you a stares from locals, or worse, opponents may be extra motivated to defeat someone so disrespectful to her Grace.

Each Thursday, buildings are festooned with wreaths of wildflowers, tables are laden with food and drink, and everyone is given colored sashes to wear over their clothes. Festival goers are not allowed to enter the main events unless they wear a sash, and to get a sash they must reveal their curse marks. Those marked with the curse of Wilk receive blue sashes, Diabel get red, Skala receive green and Niez are adorned with grey.

FAQ: CURSE MARKS

This summer's eve, the locals are eager to explain, is a festival about giving trust to one another, taking pleasure in the present and acceptance in things as they are. What perhaps isn't explained nearly so well is that everyone is expected to demonstrate enthusiasm for the festival activities, lest they catch the eye of the Duchess' watchful stewards. There's a strange energy in the air, furtive, sorrowful looks and forced smiles, but a sense of relief lingers in the festival crowds as they set to celebrating their hearts out.

Tables overflow with refreshments, especially iced drinks and chilled fruit to cool the summer heat. Rubeans traditionally spice their foods with aphrodisiacs, something that is so culturally normal to them that they don't feel the need to mention it.

An outdoor feast starts the festivities, with commanders, who are expected to give orders, and followers, who must follow the whims of commanders, whatever they decree. Who commands and who follows is decided by the curse-marked sash participants wear. But there's a twist – every three hours, a horn blows, and the roles switch at random; commanders become followers and vice versa. Many festival-goers, now in a position of command, are eager to get petty revenge on the followers now at their mercy. And if you should be seen disobeying or disregarding a command, or refusing to issue commands when your turn has come around, well, that doesn't seem like proper active participation at all!

Rope Tying Contest! Riggers from all around town are eager to show off their rope-tying skills, with contests taking place judging both in their ability to weave an intricate web of knotwork over another's body, and to suspend them artfully for all to admire. And of course, those who are tied up will have to stay in place until the judging is complete! There's a public voting element to the contest as well, as festivalgoers "enjoy" these community pieces of art. Everyone who participates is given ample water, praise, and force-fed an herbal draught to calm their nerves if they seem to be getting a bit too agitated.

Prison Bars & Glory Holes! Human-sized cages have been dragged out into the festival grounds and draped with heavy cloth. People may enter and leave them freely, taking advantage of the gaps in the bars to indulge in sexual acts with the veneer of anonymity. Sometimes, more than one person might find themselves in the same cage, or pranksters might close and lock the door behind them – oops!

Spooky Story Telling! As evening falls, gather 'round in a crowded tent as a pair of story-tellers share and reenact tales of monsters and horrors past before opening the floor to the audience to share their own. Ten candles have been lit for the occasion, and one is snuffed out for every new story told. The air in the tent gets stuffy, made stuffier with the musky incense burning in the fire stoking the animalistic instincts of the participants until they give into fear and their more primal urges.

A game going on throughout the town, regardless of whether someone consents to participation, is something the locals call Lock and Key. The rules are explained after you are grabbed and tied by your wrist (or ankle, whatever was available) to someone else: the locked binding tying you two together is blessed to be unbreakable until you each draw enough blood to soak through the binding... or find the key, stashed someplace on the festival grounds. Good luck!

However, those who refuse to get in the community spirit of shared trust and pleasure may find themselves singled out by the Duchess' stewards for some personal, mandatory education on Rubean culture and traditions. They may be forcibly dosed with potent aphrodisiacs, locked into the cages or tied against the bars until they plead for Her Grace's mercy... or have satisfied enough of the sexual or sadistic desires of any passer-bys.

Throughout all of this, the general attitude from the local townsfolk may occasionally come across as strangely admiring or overtly hostile. While many of the common people of Rubilykskoye hold mixed personal opinions toward the newcomers to their town, two extremist groups have emerged with opposing viewpoints: some think you are benevolent, beneficent beings with nascent powers sent to lead and guide them and solve their woes. These people, called Blackguards, will do their best to make sure your participation in the festival is one of joy and pleasure. But others, called the Zlatniki, believe that the outsiders coming into their land have corrupted their fellows and seduced their Goddess, and will do their best to twist their native traditions toward cruelty and vindictive sadism when it comes to the Void-touched.

WRITER'S BLOCK?

If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try partaking in refreshments, give or follow commands, participate in events, be drafted into games against their will, or suffer the consequences of disobedience!

FOREST DEPTHS

Rumor moves through town quickly: two nights ago, a group of loggers went out into the wood and no one has seen them since. Anyone who wants to prove their worth to the community is encouraged to join the search parties going out to look for them and bring them back home.

As you and your fellow searchers venture deeper into the forest, shadows grow long and the air grows thick. The white trunks of the bone trees stand out starkly in the darkness, though you will be warned away from coming too close. Though the sun never grows warm red-gold with sunset, the wood darkens. Birdsong is replaced by the click of mandibles and the skitter of many legs. Anyone who ventures out this way will soon find it difficult to see before them, even in the middle of the day – eventually, even the brightest magical light source or darkvision cannot stretch further than a few inches.

Many peel off, going back to the town proper. The searchers become fewer and fewer. Maybe some of them are going back home, but maybe they're getting lost. Eventually, you walk around a large tree, and you're alone. It's just you and the Void.

The air feels heavy, as if it were not air at all but some more solid mass. Almost like liquid-smoke, it presses down upon you. Slowing your movements. Characters who push too far into the void may stop being able to move at all, and find themselves given over to insanity if they collapse, unable to draw themselves out. This is just one of many dangers.

Monsters thrive this far out. Huge, blood-red spiders the size of hunting dogs drop from the treetops. In addition to their venomous bite, which contains a fast-acting paralytic, these creatures are clever: they attempt to use their webbing to entangle any trespassers, binding limbs together or to trees. If you're unfortunate to become fully cocooned, you don't have long before this forest will be the last thing you see.

FAQ: DEATH RULES

Those who seem lucky enough not to run afoul of the monsters here are in for a worse fate. The void can play tricks on your senses. As madness sets in and you lose all sense of direction, you may also lose control of your body – what is that steers your hands to turn against your friends? Why does it sound like your own voice whispering?

Yet the further you go, the more convinced you become that the missing loggers are near by. You're sure you can hear them on the wind, their voices calling out between the trees. Did you just see something out of the corner of your eye? You have to find them. You have to make all this darkness worth it.

WRITER'S BLOCK?

If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try fighting a monster, hallucinating your worst nightmares, and/or attacking a friend or stranger! Feel free to find the bodies of the missing logging party – or hallucinate that you did.

RELEASE YOUR INNER BEAST

Something's wrong here.

The marks worn by all residents of Rubilykskoye aren't just cool body art, as it turns out. The town is full of rumors, whispered in shadows and over candles of a starving creature hiding in the dark corners of your chest. Feed your inner beast, they say, before it finds a way to feed itself.

FAQ: MONSTER CURSES & TIMELINES

Alas, its emergence is inevitable – sooner or later, the horrible things that happen here pile up and make someone repulsed by the idea of human contact. Someone holds themselves back, bites their tongue, or simply does not believe the stories. Today, for one reason or another, that creature is coming out. Someone hasn't been keeping it sated.

Symptoms escalate over weeks, from monstrous irritability to full-blown body horror transformation, where people physically shed their human forms and evolve into the monsters this place made them. Once a person becomes something more (or less) than human there's only one way to go back – sate the beast.

SOMEONE ELSE TRANSFORMS

Early one morning, alarm bells are rung. The people of Rubilykskoye are quick to explain while boarding up their windows and locking their doors: Cvetanya has transformed after a lover's quarrel turned into heartbreak. Her inner beast – duchozweirz, the natives call it – take the form of a giant snake propelled by hundreds of human-like arms that extend to seize its prey so it might swallow it whole.

Those who are lucky enough to escape Cvetanya's grasp will find that the red scratches left by her monster's hands darken to black and fill them with an icy chill. Warm compresses, hot baths, or some skin-to-skin contact might be necessary for those suffering from her attack.

(There are other monsters lurking in every townsperson – feel free to invent your own NPC monsters and scenarios!)

YOU WAITED TOO LONG

At first, as you hide yourself from your darker impulses, a subtle itch develops under your skin. An irritability that makes you snap at the person who bumps into you on the stairs because all those fleeting emotions that you've been repressing bubble to the surface. Every dark thought you've had about being here, all the fears of never getting home, of being surrounded by ticking time bombs, the anxiety of wondering who you might hurt or what relationships you might betray by doing what you have to do. The anger. Oh, the anger.

Maybe you shut yourself in your room or run into the woods to hide away, but there's only so much you can do to deny the itch that grows into hunger like a spark catching and growing to wildfire. Someone comes to check on you. That knock on the door or crunch of leaves in the wood that fills you with dread at what you might do and hope that you will be sated.

As claws and fangs and scales and spines and fur grow and your body transforms with a sickening crunch of bones and peeling of skin, so do your appetites. If you won't sate them, you'll lose yourself to your beastly impulses sooner or later, mauling friends and taking your fill. Is it better or worse if only your claws get inside of them?

RULES: CONTENT WARNINGS

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i. Naked

[ Being dropped into precarious and strange situations is something that the band of brothers Janosh belongs to is well versed in, so there are probably others who freak out a lot more about waking up naked in the woods. This is better than literally drowning in shit (it happened) or being locked up in a bee-line straight for the noose, so he'll take it!

Still he is a good Christian man so he would prefer not to be naked as the day he was born just in front of everyone and the whole world. He's also not extremely embarrassed. Just ... determined, as he makes his way into people's yards and towards their laundry.

Indeed he's a good Christian man which is how he knows that the Lord will forgive him for stealing someone else's clothing to make himself decent. Other people aren't as understanding as the Lord is though, so when his suspicious behavior is pointed out by anyone, he just pretends like nothing is going on at all. ]

Oh yeah? I was just passing through. Why you didn't tell me there's a boarding house nearby? [ He laughs kind of obnoxiously like he, a dirty naked Hungarian (Slovakian) man, can't believe what a silly goof YOU are, rolling his hand around to get you to move along. ] Quickly, show it to me before this owner come out and find us here!

ii. They were roommates

[ NEWLY CLOTHED and washed up a bit, and with his belly filled (la cuisine? He's had worse), Janosh is on a mission to find a room. That basically means he's going to march into the first one that he can find with an empty bed and plop down on it whether he's alone or not. If he's not, he simply looks at his new roommate like you're best friends. ]

Ah, now this! This is more like it.

[ As compared to ... what? Don't worry about it. He smiles, friendly enough. ]

We share this room, yes? But if you try anything that is not accepted in eyes of God, I fucking kill you. [ Still smiling, probably. ]

iii. Lock & Key

[ Lastly but not leastly, Janosh will almost always attend a party unless he is otherwise detained, so you could say he's a willing participant in the festivities, even if he has not fully grasped the situation he's in or what the truth is behind their "captors" or the citizens here or even fellow off-worlders like himself.

He knows enough to keep his head down and out of the way, and that's what he does, avoiding certain punishments or interactions that will garner too much attention — aside from what his heavy accent and boisterous behaviors already pull in. It doesn't completely save him from the all the games, though he's not all that concerned to be locked up via ankle or wrist to a complete stranger. Nor is he perturbed by the idea of violence, so you should probably suggest hunting for the key if you're not up for a brawl. ]

Is no worry! Could be much worse, eh?

Wildcard

(idk what i'm doing, just hit me up!)

( when you’ve known someone for such a very long time, some stuff stays with you — their mannerisms, their gait, just the way they hold themselves when standing still. little things like that.

adder knows it’s janosh before the other man even turns around. he's just... there. walking down the street, like he belongs here.

all at once a terrible amalgamation of anger and grief and relief seizes adder, each wrestling for dominance as adder himself fights the initial urge to turn around and leave like a fucking coward. it’s just —

— fuck, he’s not prepared for this. it’s not right that he should even have to be. the last time he'd seen janosh should have been the last fucking time, and adder should be rotting in a pit with a dozen other men right now, and the rest of the pack should be making off with all that silver.

but they're both here. for whatever reason, they're here. anger muscles its way to the forefront of everything and adder thinks that he would chop the duchess to pieces right now if he could.

though... maybe janosh is like henry and hans - strangely out of sync, with memories that don't quite align with adder's. maybe he doesn't know yet. )

You came all this way for that groschen I owe you? ( adder finally calls out, doing a pretty damn good job of forcing a devil-may-care attitude if he does say so himself — then again, if anyone could tell he’s just putting it on, it would be janosh.

(his mouth is dry. it feels like his words are sticking to his tongue.)

he grins. ) Well fuck you, you prick! I still don’t have it.

Edited 2025-09-19 05:28 (UTC)

[ Of course he's strolling down the street like he belongs here, what the hell else is he supposed to do when he doesn't understand a thing that's happening to him? He'd been pretty alright with this method of acclimation for the time being. What's not really that alright is hearing the voice of a ghost call out to him out of nowhere. He'd had to come to terms (and had he even, yet?) that the only place he would ever hear it again was dreams and memory, and eventually that too would fade. But here it is clear as can be.

Janosh whirls around to prove to himself that he's going fucking crazy and is instead met with Adder's face and that fake as shit laissez-faire demeanor. Of course he can tell! Though who can blame him in this instance, honestly. And Janosh hates that he thinks of that. That he has to think of it at all, because he just wants to joke with his friend and slap his back and go grab some drinks and instead he's left staring a little bit slackjawed. ] Adder...?

[ That name comes out too soft and too uncertain for Janosh, his hand resting against his chest as it suddenly feels too heavy.

But he can't just not respond to being baited like that, and he snaps out of it for a second to grin back at him and wave his arm dismissively. ]

Did you think I forget? You asshole! I tell you, 50 groschen is a lot of womans!

I know that! Why do you think I borrowed it in the first place?

( the way janosh said his name. there's no way he doesn't remember. adder's grin doesn't falter, but it becomes a little harder to keep up.

a part of him wants to grab janosh and drag him into a nearby alleyway for some semblance of privacy, away from prying rubean eyes — those voyeuristic fucks have no right to this — but as much as he'd like to, he still stands rooted to the spot. can't move closer, can't do much of anything but stand there like a fool.

his mask begins to crack, just a little. )

Janosh, I — fuck. You're not supposed to fucking be here.

How I know any reason you do anything, hey?

[ His smile still reaches his eyes, but there is certainly a sadness to it. Much like Janosh being able to read Adder best, it's likely the same the other way around. But what can he do about that right now...

Janosh will be the one to move closer first, approaching Adder with an almost cautious care as though he might make him disappear or realize he actually has gone crazy and this is like a talking mirage. He stops before him, not invading his space yet but he's got the tension of a wound up spring about to snap so, it's any moment now. ]

Adder. [ He lifts his hand, pressing his fingers to his lips as he loses the words for a moment. ]

That is what I say to you. How you are standing there, haunting Janosh like ghost... [ He shakes his head, an unspoken I already said goodbye to you just hanging there between them. ]

( adder’s expression tightens. it hurts him that he's hurting janosh. his initial instinct is to angrily blame rubilyk but that's not exactly fair, and he knows it. rubilyk, for all its faults, didn't do this — that french cunt did, and so did adder the moment he let his guard down around him.

were this anyone else, adder might try to keep up his cheery charade and say some stupid shit about how one little stab like that wasn't enough to take him down. not with janosh, though. he won't joke about this. )

I know. I can't explain it myself. ( he shrugs and steps forward, closing the space between them. god, he wants to grab janosh and pull him into an embrace, to prove to both of them that this is real, but he can't. even here, in a place where men openly fuck other men and no one gives a shit about it, adder can't shake the rules he grew up with. men are men, and they act certain ways and do certain things and that's just the way it is.

what he wants and what's acceptable are two very different things. )

The dead don't stay buried here. ( he breaks into a wry grin, in spite of himself. ) Apparently not even if you die in fucking Kuttenberg.

[ Right. They have to be men, they absolutely cannot be seen by anyone who would even think they were acting like homosexuals. But Janosh is watching Adder closely, his face and the way they just sort of awkwardly stand in front of each other and he thinks fuck that and fuck anyone who's watching. He'll be the one to move first again as he reaches out and puts his hands on Adder's shoulders. It's not a full-on embrace, but he can clearly see that Adder is solid. Real. Alive. A harmless enough gesture. Like how his eyes have felt watery this whole time but he's not actually crying so his masculinity is still in tact. ]

Well, shit.

[ He can't deny that he's so extremely relieved to see Adder again, even if none of it makes sense and he's becoming certain that it never will. He gives those shoulders a squeeze whether Adder likes it or not, and lets his hands drop. Or one of them to drop and the other to make the sign of the cross for this place that unburies the dead. He'll touch a man but he won't risk this kind of unholy activity. ]

I say you are filled with the shit, but I can see with my own eyes that here you are. Unless this is Heaven. [ He gives Adder a grin of his own. ] More likely to be Hell for us miserable bastards!

Don't say that. You'll really piss me off talking like you could be dead too, asshole. I'll fucking kill you all over again if I find out you are.

( there's very little bite to his words. it's just that he's spent countless hours fretting about janosh and the rest of the pack since he'd shown up in this shitty place and found henry and hans here, too. they would be down so many men and in such a tight spot, it would've taken a miracle to get out of the city alive.

it also feels quite strange to speak in such a way that acknowledges that he's dead. adder's been so careful to avoid the subject entirely with henry and hans (except for one time... but he was so drunk he circumvented the auto-translate and confessed to his death entirely in polish) that it's almost easy to forget at times.

thinking of it all like that — how close the others probably came to death, the fact that adder couldn't escape it, and how he and janosh shouldn't even have the chance to speak again at all — it's enough of a push. when janosh pulls away, adder's the one moving forward this time, finally pulling him into a tight hug. fuck anyone who wants to say anything. there are people literally fucking in public just a block away.

it's probably just in his head, but he swears janosh still smells like bohemia. like home. )

I missed you, you annoying fuck.

Yes, yes. You no worry. Far as I know, mostly alive.

[ Not having the best time of his life, but still in possession of said life. He'd prefer being killed by Adder to dying in some pit somewhere without him, but naturally he's not just going to say that. He just wishes that this not being some kind of afterlife made it make anymore sense.

He's a little surprised to see Adder moving toward him, but he's not disappointed. In fact, the air might be getting a little more misty but who's asking? Janosh isn't asking. He grips Adder tightly in return, resting his brow against a shoulder if even for a moment. It's just that he is relishing in the solidity he'd confirmed moments before, that they're reunited even if they shouldn't be. It's more than he could ask for, and probably more than he deserves.

Popping his head back up after a beat, he pats Adder's back roughly a few times, an exaggerated gesture as usual but truthfully he doesn't want to let him go. It's very likely even still that this will end up being a trick or a lie or anything in between. The rest of their comrades go on day by day but Janosh stays behind with his loss, as though it's the last piece of Adder he'll ever have. ]

My sweet Adder. I misses you too.

Janosh Uher | Kingdom Come Deliverance | diabel probably!?

wildcard (also, major kcd2 spoilers. shocking i know)

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