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[In the wake of the turmoil in the house earlier in the month, it's become painfully clear that something isn't quite right with Tara. There have been subtle signs for awhile - odd moments where she has said something completely out of the blue that didn't quite make sense that were easy to politely explain away as a moment of inattention, or distraction, but whatever it is, it's plainly been getting worse.

She had been willing to brush it aside briefly to focus on the more immediate problem of vampirism - Tara didn't seem to be in any danger, nor did she seem to pose a danger to anyone else, but now that things are settled, it's time for Willow to refocus her research energy on the next problem.

There's no shortage of problems in Trench.

She settles in on their bed when she walks into the bedroom they share, and studies Tara in concern. Her eyes are tired - she hasn't been sleeping well for awhile, and recent events certainly haven't helped at all with that.]

Hey... I wanted to, uh, check in a little after... Well, after everything. Are you okay?

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frogfear

[Willow is sitting at the desk in their shared room, surfing the network when she comes across the post.

Alarm rises as Maul says he's managed to break the curse. She had been hoping so hard that it wouldn't work. That the potion that would cure him wouldn't change based on one facet of his personality feeling remorse for all the grief, and pain, and hardship he had caused in the dream.

It's not the first time he's come at them with some very specific, very intimidating threats, but now suddenly, he's been handed the opportunity to see them through.

She glances over at Tara, and bites her lip. She remembers Maul threatening to come at Glitch through the people he cares about.

Oh.

Oh no.

She very gingerly sets the Omni down on the desk, like she's afraid if she doesn't handle it gently, he might come right through the screen at them, and turns to Tara with rising dread.]

Um... There's, uh, some stuff? We need to talk about? Or, I guess, that I need to tell you about...

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slayerskiss

[Faith arrives at the clockhouse wrapped up in black leather and looking like baby's first assassin rogue DND character. She's beginning to feel apprehensive about this house that is leagues ahead in terms of security and upkeep compared to her own, and yet Willow's dead and Faith can't even find Maul to stomp his fucking head into the ground.

It's fine.

Tara mentioned she wanted to move in, and Faith's here to help, so she just steps inside.]

Uhhh, Tara? [She calls out to the empty foyer as she hesitantly starts walking toward wherever Willow and Tara sleep.] I'm here if you need help clearing your stuff or whatever.

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frogfear

[Faith is dead, Ozpin is dead, the house is destroyed, and the survivors have scattered to shelter with other people they're close to.

Willow hasn't been back long - Ange had restored her just long enough before the attack for her to have a conversation with Faith before the flames broke out. They had barely had a chance to set things right between them again. The only other person she's spoken to since her return was Ozpin.

She doesn't know if she can ever fix things between her and Tara. Or even if she should try to begin with. Tara is likely better off without her. Tara is definitely safer without her.

Willow has feared corruption and how it could twist her since learning of its existence. It was impossible not to, under the circumstances, knowing what she risked turning into. She has spent the last several days, trying to unravel where it all started, and how to move on from it.

It's occurred to her that she hasn't felt quite right since before, as the wolf, she bit Savage. She hadn't wanted to hurt him - they were friends. But she had been afraid, the mushrooms had been obscuring her vision, and she thought he was Maul, trying to kill her again. Even that, she realizes in hindsight doesn't make sense. Maul had done everything he could to show her he didn't want her dead, not truly, and to make amends for it.

She told no one what had happened, outside of the man she now knows as John. He was supposed to be a healer. She thought he could help. Part of her had wanted to tell the people she was closest to, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, afraid of how they would react. Clear headed, she recognizes what a mistake that had been. Tara would have been concerned, of course, but knowing it wasn't something Willow did intentionally, she probably would have helped, the same as Ozpin or Oscar, or any of the rest of her family. Clear headed, it's easier to recognize it as a sign of something unnatural brewing, so subtly she failed to see it for what it was.

It still takes a day or two for her to reach out. She needs time and space to try to recover from the grief and shock from so much loss and horror all at once. It's starting to worry her that the wounds from where Reaper had shot her don't seem to be getting any better, but at least they're no worse.

She's already worked out what she needs to do, and she hates it. She hates even more that she can't go in person, but it's too dangerous. She is terrified both that she might hurt Tara again if corruption should take hold again, and more than that, she's afraid by virtue of their relationship, Tara might be targeted by those looking to harm her, should they decide there hasn't been enough harm already.

The feed opens and it's not the familiar bedroom they shared for the first several months Tara was in town, but the Pines' family home. She's resting on the sofa where she can keep her injured leg elevated.

It takes her a moment to find her voice, and when she does it comes out a little congested and rough sounding.]

Hey... I, uh. I'm sorry I can't come see you in person. Can we talk? If - if it's a bad time, it's okay.

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