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You know, for all that "it was a dark and stormy night" is a hackneyed cliché, I have to admit that I really can't think of a more apt way of describing the state of affairs outside. There's already water collecting in the streets; I imagine it won't be long before the roads and walkways are covered over. And from the sound of it, this storm is going to get worse before it gets better.

Squalls like this weren't altogether uncommon in the place I consider to be my native land; it was a wild place where raw power governed, so it only seems natural that it would have weather to match. I can't deny that even now, I still find a certain raw beauty in the fury of it all. But all the same, these sorts of storms are not to be trifled with, or taken lightly — and they're far better experienced from beneath the shelter of a sturdy roof and solid walls.

If you're not already prepared to weather a deluge, I would recommend remedying that quickly. There's something that feels oddly vicious about this particular tempest, and I won't be at all surprised if trying to brave it becomes hazardous sooner rather than later.

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Vengeful spirits, you think? Never had to deal with any this powerful myself.

Frankly...given everything, it wouldn't surprise me. Think of the illusion Vulpus executed last month. If he's capable of something that real and that expansive, why shouldn't some creature of storms be able to command something like this?

Right. Don't want to jump to conclusions when the rains have just started -- it's the right season for storms in some places, and the city's close to shore. Could be what passes here for the normal turn of the seasons.

But you've got instincts for this kind of thing. If this storm's making YOU uneasy, I think I'll run out and get more supplies before it's completely impossible. Might be your friend up there has the right idea after all.

Wild things know when to run for their burrows, is that what you're teasing at? But no, you're right that I don't like it. There's just something...

[Something's pinging on Demon Psychic Radar™ most likely, even if it's hard to pin down precisely what.]

I hope you're not planning to join him in accusing me of fussing, while you're at it.

Only if you start fussing at me. I'll be fine. They make good boots here, and I'll be quick. Some of us just can't easily grow our own food stores.

It's hardly fussing. One can't outwit a storm; forces of nature care nothing for how clever you are.

Be careful.

I know. I will be.

If it were just me, maybe I wouldn't risk it. But, well.

...Yes, I know.

Other factors sometimes take priority in value judgments like these.

That's a fancy way of saying I care too much. Thanks, though. Appreciate the effort.

That's not what I said at all. But you're a clever thing, so think on it awhile.

When you think you've worked it out, tell me. Perhaps there'll be a prize waiting for you when you do.

[...

He does take the suggested while to think about it. And also maybe to duck into the nearest minimart for several boxes of pizza pockets and instant oatmeal. F in the chat for Apartment Roguepath's nutritional balance.]

It would've been what it meant, a while ago. At least to me.

But you agree. That it's a priority. Or a value. Taking care of what's yours, or who.

I'm saying that under the right circumstances, I would be out there in the rain right along with you.

So yes. Well spotted, you clever thing.

You'd manage to make it look good somehow. On the other hand, I may look stupid in this coat I got, but I'm perfectly dry. And already on my way back in.