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♥ December Event Log

December (Ranir) Event Log
The city of Havenwell is recovering very well thanks to your efforts, offworlders. The hole in the wall is sealed up and, while maybe not looking like new, it certainly looks sturdy and safe. The city itself has removed much of the rubble from the battles you fought, and the people are back to their regularly scheduled lives. They're eternally grateful that you continue to put in the time to rebuild this final bastion of civilization and are pleased to see that you enjoyed their festivals so far. As the weather of Ranir turns colder and the nights longer, some may even see snow dust the cobblestone and paved streets in the morning. The time of Rawna has come and with it...

❥ PROMPT I: At Least It's Not a Sweater

a pair of hands holding each other with a red ribbon tied around their wrists

Normally when a new season belonging to a god rolls around, the temple priests gear up and start with temple festivities. Seeing how this is Rawna's month, however, nothing much of the sort seems to be happening. In fact, it's almost as if Rawna's priests don't even care that their god's season has started. Rawna is, after all, chiefly the god of Apathy, so is it all that surprising?

What might be surprising is the sight of Ainea's priests in pairs out around the city in their stead. Each pair carries with them a single bright silver sash and they alternatively stand in broad daylight or hide in the shadows of the buildings. Walk by on your own and you'll be left alone, but when the priests spot two people walking even remotely near each other, they spring into action.

The two robotic priests zip around you and another person with surprising speed, tying the sash off around you - either around your wrists, your waists, your legs, whatever it takes to tie you to another person. With a triumphant buzz of excitement, they declare "Happy Ranir! Kindness comes in many forms!" and depart to find a new pair of ~~victims~~ patrons. As they leave, one of the pair calls out an additional clue for you: "Be kind to unwind!"

Good luck, everyone, you're now stuck with this other person. You can either wait until the sash naturally falls off in a few hours, or you can take the direction of the priests and be kind to the other person to encourage the magical knot to come undone. Each compliment, word of encouragement, or other act of kindness directed at your new partner seems to loosen the sash a little each time, so get to winning the Niceness War.

Oh, and in case you were thinking of blasting, teleporting, or cutting your way out? No amount of magic or physical force seems capable of cutting or removing the sash. Hopefully you went to the bathroom before they got you.

❥ PROMPT II: A Delicious Delight

After a long hard day of dodging Ainea's priests or just slogging through the colder weather around the city, what could be better than imbibing a seasonally festive drink? Well, the scientists in charge of Experiment 73 certainly think so! They've added a limited edition drink selection to all of the replicators and have some delightfully festive booths spread about the city staffed by a few robots wearing Rawna's colors in their sashes and hats. There are five drinks in total to choose from and you should certainly try them! They're only here until the end of the month and then the scientists say they'll be gone! The best things in life are fleeting, aren't they? The best things in life are also surprises, so when you take a sip of these exquisitely delicious (honest! For once they're good) beverages, prepare yourself for a little trick with your treat.

Ginger and Honey Tea: A hot, thoroughly warming drink with the bite of ginger and the sweetness of honey. Drink this and you'll be shored up against the cold, but also feel compelled to tell or blurt out the truth. Whether you're asked a question or trying to tell a little white lie, you find you can't say anything but the truth. This effect lasts for up to an hour after drinking the tea.
Strawberry Shortcake Smoothie: A cold sweet treat of vanilla smoothie topped with sweet strawberry pieces and whipped cream. At the bottom, you'll find a layer of sweet sponge cake cut up into pieces. Drink this with its own special thick straw and enjoy the taste of cake; and the effect of a personal miniature snow cloud that appears over your head. The cloud dusts you and your immediate area within a foot of you with beautiful multicolored snow - and that snow leaves splotches of color behind that last for up to an hour after drinking the smoothie.
Hot Cinnamon Apple Cider: A deliciously steamy beverage that tastes of apple and cinnamon and comes with a cinnamon stick stirrer for effect. This beverage smells as delicious as it tastes and the aroma wafts around the area more strongly than the others. Drink this penultimate holiday drink and you'll find yourself heating up so much that you'll want to stay cold by giving your heat away via holding someone else. You'll want to be everyone's personal heater for up to an hour after drinking the cider.
Gingerbread Latte: A nice piping hot latte with the hint of gingerbread threaded through the coffee, topped with whipped cream and dusted with gingerbread spice. Served in a tall red cup that seems to transfer the heat uncannily well through its thin walls, sip this and you'll find yourself painlessly sprouting an animal's appendage at random. You can have one functioning or non-functioning, cosmetic animal appendage like a cat's ears, a dog's tail, a duck's beak or whatever else you can think of for up to an hour after drinking the latte. They can replace your original body part (e.g. your ears become cat ears) or grow superfluously (e.g. you have regular ears AND cat ears). You can move the appendages or talk with them as if they are your own, but they don't confer any special magical powers with them. So you can fly with those griffin wings, sure, but you're going to need to put the effort into it.
Hot Mulled Wine (alcoholic): This one isn't for children - and in fact, under 18 people might find it hard (but not impossible, be industrious, little ones!) to get their hands on this drink. Red wine is heated with spices and citrus fruit over low heat for several hours - or it would if it wasn't all synthetically created. The effect is the same though, a delicious adult beverage that's a nice way to spend an evening with someone special. And you'll want them to be someone special because drinking the hot wine makes you inclined to get a little steamy with people. Kisses, both chaste and passionate, seem to alleviate the urge which you'll be under for up to an hour after drinking the wine.

❥ PROMPT III: Winter (VR) Wonderland

a wooden lodge at night, blanketed in snow

There isn't quite enough snow on the ground to allow it in reality, but in the VR Cafes anything is possible. This month, the VR Cafes are decorated with snowflakes in odd patterns and designs - holograms, naturally - that spin and change shape and color in a timed routine. Plug into the games and you'll find a new selection among the usual offerings: Winter Wonderland.

There are two modes to Winter Wonderland and each are fun in their own ways.

Snow Fight! Head out into the powdery snow where fantastic snow forts await and battle it out with snowballs to claim the most territory or just see who can hit the other side the most. You can choose Team Battle, Solo 1vs1, or Battle Royale. All magic, skills, and cunning are at your disposal. While the snow might not be falling outside, it's definitely going to be raining down on you here, so bundle up and have some fun. You earned it!

Ski Lodge But maybe you don't want to go flinging snow down someone's shirt and would rather cuddle up on a couch in front of a big warm fire, huh? Sure, we understand that. Welcome to the Ski Lodge, a cozy getaway up in the mountains where you can relax with a hot chocolate (or cider, or glass of wine even) and curl up on the couches and experience a lazy afternoon in thick fluffy sweaters. It's even better with a friend, they say, so why not create this private little getaway for the two (or three or four, we're not judging) of you? For people wanting a romantic lean, you can always slip out the back (and out of your clothes if you prefer) into the private jacuzzi on the wooden deck, too.

For people who want to have some fun tearing it up on the mountain-side though, we suggest trying Ski-venture! A year-round game that lets you ski or snowboard your way down the mountain.

❥ PROMPT IV: A Mysterious Gift [REGAIN EVENT]

Toward the end of the month starting from the 20th and on, some people may find themselves drawn to Rawna's temple late at night, when most of the priests are offline or elsewhere. The only native creatures you can see here are the fledgling rainbow dragons which watch you from their various perches all around the sanctum. As you approach the temple's altar, you realize someone else has been drawn here as well. In the quiet, dim lighting, the barest of candles still burning and the watchful eyes of the dragons, you feel compelled to unburden yourself to the other person. Tell your tale of woe or sorrow, relieve yourself of a secret you've kept hidden for too long, and listen to your companion as well. They say a burden shared is a burden halved after all.

Once you've both shared something, a pair of dragonlings crawl up into the altar's clawed hands. They wind around each other until an iridescent light shines from their scales. The light is blinding and you must look away as it reaches its pinnacle and releases a burst of rainbow light. When you look back, the dragonlings are slithering away and in their places are two objects - one familiar to you and one to your partner - so long as both of you have shared. It seems your tithe has been rewarded with something from home.

OOC: These items from home must be approved by a mod. They cannot exceed the Medium Item regain limit. It cannot be a power or other ability. It cannot be something your character did not own or have knowledge of in their canon or their CRAU. Please post your regain request in the Regain Request thread before threading out the receipt of the item.

This event will run from December 6th to December 31st. Click on each prompt's title to see the text. You are welcome to use this log, or create entries of your own! If you have any questions, feel free to direct them to the FAQ or to the Mod Question thread.

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Only you...

[The answer comes easily, readily to his lips. He draws Will's hand up to brush his lips across the younger man's knuckles.]

But I mean that. Only you. Not what you think I want and not only the happy parts.

I... [He hesitates for a moment, scared and uncertain in a way he hasn't been often in his life.] I love you, Will... I don't want you to feel like you need to hide things from me.

Easy for you to say..... I'll figure it out.

[Cor answers so quickly and easily, like he knows what that means. But could he explain it, if he had to? Could he show him the lines in the sand, the hard and fast boundaries that define him and only him? Can Cor tell him who he is, not who he's supposed to be, in a way that doesn't just boil down to "being himself" and acting "naturally"? It doesn't feel natural, attempting to separate himself from other people, or their wants and expectations.....

But if it makes Cor happy, if that's what he really wants--for him, not just from him--, then he'll do his best to feel his way through it..... But how can he focus on something like that, when he's being distracted by gentle lips and sweet words? He can't help but draw closer again, leaning back into the lingering warmth that Cor radiates. He'd said it in passing before, making a point, but.....

Like this? Pointedly, deliberately? He hadn't actually expected to feel even the slightest flicker of shyness.]

I know..... I love you, too. I--whatever you ask, I'll do my best to answer, okay?

[Even with Rawna's encouragement, it's still hard, trying to just..... volunteer things like this, especially when he'd rather not even think about them. But..... he is trying to be more open. If Cor wants to know things, he'll try to talk.]

[To an extent he knows how hard it can be to open up, if Will were anyone else he'd have had just as much trouble. The nature of his powers leaves things feeling imbalanced, he knows all there is to know about Cor while Cor feels like he knows hardly anything in return.

So much so that Cor doesn't even know where to start. What to ask? About his partner? His past?

Cor lets his fingers twine with Will's, quiet for a long moment, contemplative.]

I don't... know what to ask. I, honestly, think it'll come on it's own as long as you don't stop yourself from saying it for my sake.

[He doesn't really even know what to say beyond that. He doesn't want to force Will to say things he's not comfortable with but...]

As long as you remember who you belong to now, alright?

[His other hand lifts to trace a finger along the edge of his mask. Then Cor's expression shifts, head tilting curiously, a small pleased smile tugging at his lips. He raises their hands, pressing his palm against Will's, stretching his fingers out for a moment and letting fire flicker over his finger tips, letting the heat play softly against Will's fingers as well.]

Or maybe to both of us. He can share it, you know. With those he chooses to, those sworn to their King. If you'd like a different sort of reminder.

I guess I'm not making it very easy on you, am I? I'm sorry.

[Even Will has to laugh a little at that, caught between apologetic and just exasperated at himself. It's such a difficult imbalance to address, when correcting it feels so unnatural. He's used to being known by what he does and how he acts, not..... not who he is. He's supposed to be a larger than life stage presence--the sort of active friend you do things with, more than you really talk to. He's supposed to know much more about other people than they'll ever know about him, because it's just not something most people care about, let alone need to know. People are supposed to think he's incredibly open, feel like he shares a lot, and maybe never realize they barely know anything at all.

Most of the time, it works incredibly well. Maybe a little too well, if Cor doesn't even know what he wants to know. It's really not fair to him, is it? Cor's sharing his heart with him, and in return, he just.....

Will closes his eyes and dismisses that train of thought as well as he can, shivering a little under the soft brush of a finger along skin that's hardly ever touched, the almost uncomfortable heat licking at his own fingers. It's impossible not to feel hopelessly small and fragile like this--Cor is so much taller and more strongly built, his hands are so much bigger, his magic is so powerful..... How could he ever forget who he belongs to now?]

You..... But that--doesn't that put a strain on him?

[Cor wants to share him? But why, when he struggled with that idea so much? And from what he remembers of Cor talking about it, he draws his magic from Regis directly, right? He doesn't want to overburden him.....]

[Cor doesn't really think of it as sharing. He belongs to Regis, body mind and soul. If Will belongs to Cor then he also belongs to Regis. Anything that Cor owns also belongs to his King. It's not sharing, it's simply fact.]

In a way... [Cor nods slightly, free hand coming up to tug at the top buttons of his shirt, baring his shoulder and the delicate web of scars there. Something Will is familiar with.] The magic feeds on the life force of the one wielding it. Every mark I have earned Regis has also earned a portion of.

But in the future he puts his life in the hands of others. An entire army of men and women he entrusts to protect his kingdom. One small addition, for someone dear to him, would be no great burden.

[Regis wouldn't dream of denying someone for no reason beyond his own comfort.]

.....

[He remembers seeing those scars--on Cor, and to a lesser extent, on Regis. He hadn't understood the significance of them then, but now..... now, it makes his heart hurt a little, thinking of how it must have eaten at him to earn them. He raises his free hand to trail soft fingertips over the fine lines, an uncertain feather-light caress. How could one man stand to support a whole army, if it eroded them like this? He can barely even fathom the toll it must have taken--will take?--on Reggie. But if he's capable of something like that, then.....]

If you're sure.....

I am sure there is no harm in speaking to him of it.

[Cor lets one hand settle over Will's, pressing his touch more firmly to the marred skin of his shoulder, showing Will that there is no discomfort or pain and he needn't be so careful.]

And I am sure he would be honored that you would call him your King.

[It may not be a show of ownership from Cor, in so many words, but it would be a bond they share. It would make Will one of them and, what's more, it would give him a tie to them, a constant reminder humming beneath his skin that at their sides is where he belongs.]

I guess it can't hurt to talk about it..... I don't come from a kingdom, though. I'm not really sure how much a claim like that is worth.

[Will lets his hand flatten over Cor's shoulder as the older man guides him, thoughtful. He doesn't know how Regis would feel about something like this, especially since he's from another world entirely. He doesn't have a royal line he's renouncing fealty to--and even if he did, what about when they all have to go home?

(Isn't it close enough, though? Between The Masked Man and Giovanni..... It may not have been a legitimate kingdom, but it had been an empire of sorts all the same.)

Even so, that kind of connection..... It sounds nice, even if he never used the power. Even if they're separated, in the end.]

I think it means more than you know. Because you have no reason to have that sort of loyalty.

[Cor's not thinking about the inevitability of their return. He has every intention of finding ways to ensure the future is far better before he even thinks about returning. Returning also means saying farewell to his King again and he's not sure he has the strength to do that.]

If you want to take some time to think about it, though....

No reason, hmmm? I think you know exactly the reason I should.

[Because Regis is..... Amazing, honestly. Brilliant, strong, dutiful, driven, commanding, charismatic, compassionate, warm, kind..... In a word, everything a true king should be.

It would be hard not to love him, even if they both weren't used to giving their loyalty to someone so..... Implacable.]

If you think he would like the idea.... I'd be honored.

An employer is not the same as a monarch... but yes, I suppose you're right.

[He doesn't mean to make light of what that man asked of Will, not at all. But it is slightly different too. Choosing to swear fealty to Regis is far different than taking a job.]

Still, I think he would. Even more so if he knew about...

[Ah... Cor doesn't even know said employer's name.]

Team Rocket.

Not quite the same, no.

[Have a wry smile. A monarch has a legitimate claim to rule, after all. Right? And this was..... well. He's not sure what it was, really. He can at least answer the unspoken question, though.]

.....The Masked Man. That and the Mask of Ice is all anyone called him, besides sir. If he were out of his costume, I wouldn't even know him if I met him on the street.

[A fact that unnerves him, when he allows himself to think about it. How can you really feel safe and free when the person you're running from could be anyone?]

Mask of Ice?

[Well there's an unfortunate similarity between Mors and this Masked Man. The idea that he could be anyone, anywhere, makes his blood run cold. He draws Will in closer, cradling him against his chest.]

No wonder you don't dare remove it.

[It's worse, that way, when the thing you are serving is less a man and more an idea, a legend, something larger than life. It's something that he is all too familiar with no matter how much he tries to dissuade his cadets of looking at him like that.]

You are safe here, Will. I swear. I would never let anything happen to you.

Well, he has this Delibird.....

[It's a flash of memory Will offers by way of explanation, only a few seconds long--mercifully nothing more than the visual and audio, at least. An imposing man dressed from head to toe in black, wearing a ragged black cloak, what has to be a wig of long streaming white hair--and a mask that covers the entirety of his face, glistening white like ice, featureless save for the leering smile it wears. Not an inch of skin shows from beneath the outfit; wearing clothes that heavy, even his true build is hard to tell.

The Masked Man snaps his fingers and points wordlessly--it's hard to tell if it's him causing the explosion of ice, or the Delibird that soars forward at his silent command, or perhaps both. Either way, a jagged streak of icicles erupts from the ground as it streaks towards its opponent. An Arbok lets out a hissing shriek as it's impaled, writhing futilely to try and struggle free before it's slammed into full force by the Delibird cloaked in an icy aura.]

I know..... Nobody's getting past you.

[Will snuggles up against Cor's chest, closing his eyes and sighing. Nobody is going to get past Cor, not as strong as the man is..... But what happens if he's forced to leave instead? It's..... it's not possible, right? Cor would hold onto him too tightly to go. There's no way he could reach him here in Havenwell of all places, anyway. They're worlds away, only the gods can bridge that gap.

.....Right?]

[He doesn't need to feel the chill that goes along with what Will shows him, not really. He knows the bite of that kind of power all too well. It makes him grit his teeth and close his eyes and he pulls Will tighter still, the warmth he's been gently exuding to cut the night's chill flaring uncomfortably hot again.

That man, that monster, is worlds away and Cor has no intention of letting anyone like that so close to his boy again. Maybe with someone else he would feel a little guilty for how possessive his thoughts are but tonight he cannot bring himself to care. Not knowing how very closely his own past parallels with Will's. Not knowing how much giving himself to Regis had helped soothe the wounds left behind by Mors. ]

You're safe here, Will. With me, with us. You're safe.

.....Yeah.....

[He's safe. Here in Cor's arms, wrapped up in such powerful warmth, surely not a single snowflake could ever touch him. There's nothing to worry about. All of that is behind him, now.

He isn't even looking at the altar until the beautiful, blinding prismatic light bursts out from the entwined dragonlings. By the time the light fades, Will finds himself staring into an all too familiar smiling face, blank and empty and waiting for him to put it back on. He abruptly goes rigid in Cor's arms, trying to fight the instinctive spike of panic squeezing his chest and throat in its icy grip.

Why? How? Is he--? No. He can't be here. Can he? Or--or watching and listening, even from so many worlds away? He hasn't just been waiting to pull the leash taut again, right? But why else would it be here? If he decides to--

No. No, that's ridiculous. It's surely just a coincidence. It has to be. Right? The alternative--

His mind might be racing in circles trying to make sense of the sudden appearance, but he finds himself reaching for the mask with a shaking hand anyway. After all, it's only natural. Isn't it?]

[The shimmering light is surprising and Cor has a moment to look at the little dragon that had perched on his shoulder earlier curiously. Is that what this is about, little one?

At least... until he realizes what was beneath them. The gleam of white porcelain, smooth and intimidating in the careful blankness. His stomach drops, fear and worry for Will first in his mind. Especially as Will's hand reaches out for that monstrous thing. Cor's hand curls around Will's bringing it back to his chest, stopping the younger man from touching it.]

No. [His tone is gentle but leaves no room for argument.] That is not who you are anymore, Will.

[Not who he will ever be again. Once Will's hand is redirected Cor reaches out for the mask himself, barely taking note of the leather bound journal beneath it. Somehow it seems like it should be heavier than it is, as though the weight of all those fears and regrets should be tied to the mask itself. Instead it is cool and smooth and light... light enough...

Cor shifts his stance, turning them to look back down the long hall that had led them to the altar in the first place. He holds the mask up, not so that they can look into it's face but on it's side, smooth and flat and ever so slightly curved. Not unlike a frisbee, really. And then he's throwing it as hard as he can, sending it spinning into the air, up and away and safely out of reach when, a moment later, the entire thing erupts in a violent burst of flame, the ball of fire rolling in midair for a long moment. When it finally flickers out there is nothing but a fine rain of powder, the porcelain reduced to little more than ash.]

[There's a faint, wordless noise--protest? Doubt?--as Cor takes his hand, but he doesn't resist being guided. Even those few words are enough to make clear that Cor wouldn't hear any objections.

His fingers curl into Cor's shirt instead, and he simply watches in mute shock as the mask--his mask, his role, his purpose, his identity, his life--explodes into flames. Shouldn't--shouldn't there be more to it than that? A brilliant lick of flames, the smell of smoke, and..... nothing. Just a handful of ash, if even that much. Is that really it?

He should..... feel relieved, shouldn't he? There's an unmistakable finality to that kind of destruction. He should feel light and free and happy. Instead, he feels..... he doesn't know how he feels. Hollow, maybe. Raw. Like someone has torn something out of him--though whether it was a part of him, or simply something that had been buried inside him so long it had grown into him, he can't say.

What is he supposed to do now?]

[What he's supposed to do now is let Cor hold him, the hand that had been outstretched to cast that spell curling around his boyfriend now. What he's supposed to do now is learn who he is without that weight, that thorn growing so deeply into him that there is room for little else. What he's supposed to do now is heal.

Cor wraps him up in his arms, a flicker of blue light beside them as he dismisses his journal to the armiger without even a glance. He presses a kiss to Will's hair, squeezes him gently. ]

You don't belong to him, Will. [A harder squeeze, almost uncomfortable.] You belong to us, to me.

[And Cor loosens his hold then, only slightly, just enough to reposition his hands, bending slightly and then lifting the smaller man into his arms effortlessly. Perhaps it's cliche but he doesn't care, not with Will so very rattled. He merely scoops him up, cradles him against his chest, and turns to walk away from that altar. It's done enough damage for one night.]

Y-yeah.....

[Not his. Not anymore. He's Cor's now, wrapped up in his arms tightly enough to make his shoulders ache in dull protest. It's..... something to feel, at least? Something present and physical and real, beyond the sudden sense of being unmoored.

It's replaced soon enough by the sudden weightlessness of his feet leaving the ground entirely. Rather than fuss or tease over the position--and what could be a starker indication of just how out of sorts he's feeling, really?--. Will simply slides his arms around Cor's neck and nestles against his chest.]

I left it for her to find, so she'd know to come find me. Did she give it back to him.....?

[It has to be him trying to send a message, right? Why would Rawna want to give him something like that?]

Your partner?

[It's a clear line of consideration and Cor doesn't expect a response, not really. He just nods to himself, upping the heat he's radiating as he pushes the door open with one foot, escaping back into the cold night. Away from Rawna and their secrets and darkness.]

It sounds like the two of you worked well together. I can't imagine she'd betray you like that.

We were the best pair out of all of us. But I abandoned her first, so I guess I can't blame her if she did.....

[One ~~good turn~~ betrayal deserves another, right? For all he knows, she could still be out there somewhere with their master, instead of escaped and laying low or just rotting in a cell, and probably nursing a massive grudge to boot. Why shouldn't she, when he'd left her to suffer? Even if she hates him now, he deserves it.

At least here with Cor..... it's easier to start over, all the way out in Havenwell. There's nothing he needs to worry about on Aellyn. Even if there was, Cor is more than strong enough to handle them. Right.....?]

You saved yourself, dulcissime. How could she blame you for that?

[If they had even half the relationship most partners did then she'd be proud of him for being brave enough to escape while he could. Cor couldn't imagine it any other way. Either way, though, he is here, where the Masked Man cannot reach him, where there are no monsters from his past to threaten him.

Cor tips his head to press a kiss to Will's hair.]

Never feel guilt for being a survivor.

[Even gutted and vulnerable like this, with the very foundation he stands on crumbling underfoot, with a menacing spectre seeming to loom in every shadow..... Will can't help a strangled little laugh, turning his head to nuzzle into Cor's shoulder.]

Am I really hearing this from you, of all people?

[Cor had been ordered to go. He might as well have thrown her to the Mightyena. Yet another parallel for them, but how different could the circumstances surrounding the same kind of act get? Either way, Cor needs to at least try to take his own advice, if he wants to sound even remotely credible on this one.]

[That sound breaks his heart. He tightens his arms around Will, steps slowing so he can return that nuzzle-

Only to falter two steps later when Will says that.]

It... it's an entirely different situation, Will.

[Part of it is exactly that. The boy he had been, if put into the situation Will had found himself in would have felt no guilt leaving someone behind. In many ways he'd done the same with Mors and never once looked back or regretted it. It was different with Regis because it was Regis, not because Cor was necessarily a better person.

Right?]

♥ December Event Log

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