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Juusha growled at the sight of the soggy shaman rising from the waters. Moreso she growled at the foolish part of her that had worried after his safety, however briefly. "You'd better have a good explan--" She began, but quieted down suddenly, scowl turning to startle. The sword at Juusha's...

For a single moment, Juusha stood victorious, and dry, at the bottom of the well she found herself in. Then, a swirl of warm, fragrant green swept her off her feet once more. Curved floor and smooth, white walls confused her sense of direction. She held her breath against the buffet of warmth...

As Juusha leapt through the archway, her gut lurched. Floor came away from feet, and the colorful room collapsed. A jumble of structure fell around them, a flat horizon stretched out below their feet, a folding of the world like a paper receipt inside a pocket. And Juusha still inside it! Fool...

Paper walls rattled and tore as the room shook. Wooden beams creaked, the crack widening. Fur bristling, Juusha leapt onto the table. Tea spilled, an arch through the air. She grabbed up the golden sheathe with one hand. and the Mistborne by the scruff of his scarf with the other, even as he...

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The shaman groveled and bowed, metered out more of the opaque green, and repeated his words patient and clean to ambled Aembi. Juusha could barely sit through it. She grit her teeth together, ears folded back against her head. She failed to see how any of this pomp and ceremony was getting them...

Change into something....? Juusha gave the shaman an incredulous look. She didn't own any clothes other than the grey robes wrapped under her armor, the symbol of the Iron clan dyed in red upon her back. Fingers shifted around the hilt of the short sword still in her hands. Then, she let out a...

An unadorned white room with cypress floors, swept clean. Juusha stood in the middle of it, alone. She was out of her armor, and out of her fur, clothed in the simple grey robes of the Iron clan. The heat of battle was gone, nothing but her quickened breath and the sweat upon her brow to tell...

A smile tilted Juusha's lips, and her eyes were soft with sorrow. "I see," she said. "Not to consume, but to preserve. You want everyone to live as long as you." A chime came from the golden bells. Another rune lit up, leaving but one dull and smooth upon the sheathe of her sword. Aembi was...

What was that foolish Mist boy doing? Juusha scowled as she watched the paper talisman find its mark, watched Aembi lash out in pain at the clumsy attempt to quell it. A webbed foot crashed down upon the place where Juusha stood. She leapt. Another foot swiped at her, kicking up debris with...

Screams came from up ahead, the next room over. It was time! Grinning wild, Juusha set her pace long and bound through the torn paper of the thin warehouse walls. Soon she came upon the grim scene. Aembi, already digesting one of the fool hunters, and on its way to swallowing another one. That...

Not a word came out of Juusha as the old shaman hurled his accusations at her. His questions were not ones worth answering. She had not become a Repentant because of her skill with a sword alone. An Iron shaman could not draw their sword, without knowing the weight of the life they took. It was...

A huff of air left Juusha as the old shaman blabbered on. Squat low atop the roof, she watched as Miya sealed the complex down. Her ears were flat against her head. "I didn't mention the hunters because they won't be a problem." She said it so surely, but of course nothing was sure with a...

"Not transport it, recover it," Juusha corrected. "If it had already been in my possession, then I wouldn't have--" She snapped her teeth shut before she could say it. I wouldn't have dropped it. "Investigative work is not necessary." she started again. "I only need your help to contain...

At the mention of the eight families, Juusha let out a huff of air. She'd turned her back to keep watch over the alley's entrance while Miya recovered his hidden weapons. Even a washed up scoundrel like him deserved to have some secrets respected. "Aembi, great spirit of greed." She turned...