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middaeg2020-07-05 02:24 pm
battlebound) wrote in middaeg2020-07-05 02:24 pm
catch all / when everyone around me drops
Who: Steak + OPEN / some closed prompts
When: Throughout the month.
Where: Aefenglom and Dorchacht
What: Quests, bickering and one (1) date.
Warnings: Nothing as of yet!
— dorchacht / wondrous things;
open to anyone!
closed to mikasa!
close to saber!
closed to red wine!
closed to allura!
closed to mira!
When: Throughout the month.
Where: Aefenglom and Dorchacht
What: Quests, bickering and one (1) date.
Warnings: Nothing as of yet!
— dorchacht / wondrous things;
open to anyone!
[ He can’t see how picking plants could be so unpopular, but that won’t deter Steak from doing it. Work needs to be done and he itches to get on with something, to be kept busy rather than languish in Aefenglom bored with routine.— aefenglom / suspicious activity;
He nods his goodbyes to the shop owner after they load him up with baskets and heads into the field, swords (for once) left in the city and isn’t he glad for that when he wades through the sea of plants, densely packed together and in full bloom. They’ve never been his strong suit, but how hard can it be to tear a few plants from the ground?
Well, it isn’t. At least. The work itself isn’t difficult, and he’s soon pulled a decent size crop from the land, making his way deeper into the field, where the number of plants grows denser still, and he can’t help but brush a fingertip against one as he turns a corner.
There’s a small cough, and a voice like a giggling teenager hisses Virgin. ]
What—?
[ Did he hear something? Is someone there? ]
closed to mikasa!
I heard they went this way.— the wilde / runaways;
[ A purity cult. He did say things were quiet in Aefenglom recently, and they rewarded him with a purity cult. The briefing stated that they were non-violent, which — given the usual caliber of cults Steak has known — is something of a relief.
Still. They’re a cult, and Steak’s vigilance is up as he gestures down an alleyway and beckons the woman he’s partnered with over. Cults are still dangerous, even if they’re not, specifically, violent. There’s the glimpse of a black robe as he makes his way down the narrow street, squeezed uncomfortably between the walls of buildings, tentacles wrapped carefully around the sheathes of his swords in an attempt to stop them scraping against brick and alerting the person in front of them. ]
close to saber!
[ The Wilde is bitter with cold, and Steak grimaces as the snow brushes the tips of his tentacles, and the appendages shrink back from the piles rendering the paths all but invisible. ]— aefenglom / challenge accepted;
Dammit.
[ This only makes their quest worse, and more worrying. Children caught out here in this weather… Even if the shades don’t find them, the chill certainly will. ]
We should pick a direction and stick with it. [ At least, that’s his best logic. The weather has already blanketed several familiar landmarks into nothing but white and wandering around with no idea what’s up or down seems foolish at best.
But all the same… Who knows where those kids are. ]
closed to red wine!
[ It’s early enough that the last remnants of the sunset linger in the sky, and Steak brushes down the creases of his shirt with a frown. He looks… ridiculous, really, dressed to the nines (uncomfortable enough, and not at all practical for battle) with tentacles pouring over the waistband of his trousers, hair smoothed into something neater than usual, and a tie which sits a touch too loosely at his neck (it’s more comfortable that way).— aefenglom / diplomatea bicker squad;
But he made a promise, and humiliated himself anonymously on the network in order to plan this thing, and so it shall be done.
With a deep breath, he picks up the wine and tucks it into the crook of his arm, gingerly plucks the bouquet of roses from where they’ve been resting in water, and pushes his door open. Butterflies flutter in the pit of his stomach, an uncomfortable sensation which has become all too familiar in recent weeks and months, and he shakes his head as though that will make them stop.
There’s no point being nervous, and yet the feeling persists, quiet and irritating, with each step he takes to Red Wine’s bedroom.
Knock knock. ]
Oi, wake up.
[ He’s… assuming. ]
closed to allura!
[ The post goes about as well as he should have expected it to, and the irritation builds throughout the remainder of his shift at DiplomaTea, sneaking glances at his Watch while stuck under the sink trying to fix a loose pipe. He should have just trusted his own instincts here instead of asking everyone and their mother.— aefenglom / doppelgangers meets cultists;
He exhales as he responds to another wholly unhelpful reply and tosses his Watch back into his apron before grabbing a wrench and resuming his work, heedless of the noise of a coworker approaching. ]
closed to mira!
[ The cultists were rounded up some days ago, but Steak still bares the faint marking of Cocky across his face, much to his own irritation (he is not! He just knows he’s a great fighter, thank you). But since he can’t do anything about that, he’s going to continue living his life as best he can.— wildcard;
And that includes greeting friends when he sees them on the street. ]
Mira? Hey! [ There’s a grin and a wave offered to a woman who certainly looks like Mira, anyway. It has to be Mira, right? It’s not like there’s two of the woman walking around… ]
[ If you want to do something else, drop me a starter here or message me at isanghae#8071 /isanghae to chat. ]
Bicker Squad
Some people here are just so- so ridiculous. Honestly.
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And, well, Steak's never been great at thinking before he speaks. ]
They don't know what they're talking about!
[ And don't think he doesn't have a lect...
Wait.
Shit. He can't yell at her about her own stupid suggestions, because she can't know who the author of the post is. Fuuuuu— ]
I- I mean. [ Swallow the irritation. ] I assume.
[ That. Was not a great cover. ]
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You assume correctly. [She huffs, snagging one of the tea towels from the drawer. Irritated in all of her movements.] If someone asked you to date someone as a competition, you would think that's ridiculous, wouldn't you?
[Of course he would. She continues,] I know Alteans take things a little slower than some species, but at least we do not date for sport.
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Ow— [ But never mind that. ]
What's wrong with it if they both agree?!
[ This is just how they work, don't @ him. ]
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[Steak must have been reading the same network post as her. Clearly. She turns around, crossing her arms.]
I just don’t see what the point is. By what metric does someone measure a good date anyway?
dopplegangers
Oh, hello there.
[And then peering on his face because-]
Hey, what is that on your face?
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He is not at all sorry for dropping those cultists off to the Coven to deal with. Annoying bastards. ]
There were a group of cultists harassing people. [ And, well. ] They caught me with a spell.
[ But it's okay because he got to drag them through town! ] What are you doing?
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[Mira nearly got hit by one of those bastards too; Good thing her illusion magic is getting stronger otherwise the dumb sod wouldn't have hit himself in the face with that spell.]
Getting out after being cooped up inside for a long time. Bloody hells, I don't get how anyone can stay inside for so long.
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Sure, his job has always been to absorb hits and distract enemies, but normally those enemies don't come with a side of humiliation. ]
Me either. It's boring. [ He's always liked being outside too much. Always felt better under the sun, whether he's working at repairing somebody's roof or fighting something which needs eliminating. ] There's no room to swing a sword.
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[Yeesh, she needs some more fitting clothing for the season. Maybe lighter, this isn't Ishgard and the need for layers is very much not an option.]
challenge accepted;
[Sometimes, Steak says stupid things and while in the moment Red Wine may snipe at him, he might come to understand it later on. Right now, though, when he opens the door to Steak - fully clothed, impeccably groomed, waiting - he has no idea what would have prompted such an idiotic thing to come out of his mouth.
After all, wasn't he supposed to be waiting for him?
He looks Steak up and down, only noticing the way he's dressed an afterthought to his annoyance, and he takes a moment to let it all sink in before reaching up and lightly ruffling Steak's hair.]
But look at you, wearing a shirt.
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I... I brought you these. [ He scrambles to hold out the roses and pull the wine — which Red Wine may recognise as one of the many types Steak had him tasting in the last few weeks — from the crook of his arm. ]
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Oh.
[He takes the wine first, noticing it as one of his preferred choices from the various ones that Steak had been pestering him with. Then, the roses... which are--...]
Lovely. [Red Wine mutters into the blooms, breathing in the scent.] You actually put some thought into this.
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That's the point. [ Do you think he humiliated himself on the network for fun?
... Don't answer that.
But despite his crabby answer, there's a subtle flush of pink on Steak's cheeks from the compliment, and he scratches the side of his nose. There's still a fair amount of surprises planned for the rest of the evening, and now that the day has come, butterflies flitter strangely in Steak's stomach at the idea.
Two things well-received. Just a few more hours to go. ]
Are you ready?
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He gets points for other things, but not for that.
Maybe it's the vampirism, or maybe Red Wine is just more alert for these things in the moment but he spots that faint flush immediately and has to push down the small flutter that it provokes.
Ugh, why is he so soft for this idiot all of a sudden, anyway...]
Yes, I'm ready. I was waiting for you.
himbo squad rollout
Shouldn't I have gone first? [Not because she was a woman or anything, but because she was smaller. Gradually losing another centimeter, she hadn't measured but she could tell from how the trouser cuffs fell. Too short to see over the man or his tentacles.
Unfortunately, the comment did make the robed person turn. Not that they seemed to fazed at being seen by anyone. More people to spread the word too. They take a step forward towards the alley duo, arms spread out like they were going for a hug.]
Have you come to learn of your sins? Most shy away from it, I commend you.
[Congratulations, you have obtained one random cultist's praise Steak.]
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Also he has exactly zero ability to wait when he could be moving towards a target, RIP everyone. ]
Tch... [ He's going to have to play along with this, isn't he? Well, hopefully Mikasa can take advantage of that and catch one of them. ] Th-that's right. I'm interested in what you have to offer.
[ A lie, and quite an obvious one at that. This is not his strongest suit. ]
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The cultist was simply overjoyed at this, clasping her hands together. Leaning towards him a little. She'd been trying to show people the light all morning but they'd shied away or called the guards or been rude. How admirable of him.
She's so happy that the lie isn't noticed. Nor is the fae awkwardly shoving passed the chimera, squeezing by.]
I see...behold your sin then. [And for all the woman's obliviousness. She chants and casts the spell rapidly. Mikasa had already moved away, circling around the woman, Steak however...]