middaeg | Intro Overflow: May

Oysters?

[ She perks up suddenly. ]

I've never had that before..

[ They're a little out of her price range. ]

And they're just giving them out to share? Just like that?

[ She may be timid, but she is also quite hard headed. ]

I can handle it.

[ Not that she'll stop him from getting both options. She does watch the man make it though, and the amount of spicy ingredients he adds on. How much she can handle..she may not actually be that sure. ]

[ He...had a point. And really, what help could she be to them, what more in the state she was in. ]

I'm sorry..You've been trying to help me out this whole time and I've just been..

[ She gestures her hands vaguely and weakly. ]

Thank you..you really don't have to do this.

Dragons? Wait, you mean actual, flying, fire-breathing dragons?

[Because clearly that is the important part of what Newt was saying, right? At least. Kyo assumes he means dragons like in the stories. And not....well. Like Hatori's zodiac form. Perhaps in the past the Dragon was more impressive, but as the curse has gotten weaker over time, well.]

Don't underestimate what can be done with a good spoon.

[ She's seen utensils brandished as weapons before, although Allura really prefers a spork. ]

...Ten minutes?

[ Huh. ]

That's an oddly short amount of time.

......A small...

[ She stares at him in disbelief. ]

The small fire was on you!

[ He was a little too relaxed about that! ]

[ Keith really isn't the sort of person to invent things like that, even if he'd been out of it or hit his head. No, this is-- ]

...We had just decided to travel to Earth after sacrificing the Castle and finding Shiro. We were returning to our Lions to begin the journey.

[ --this poses some unfortunate realities. ]

[ Alex brightens as she carefully holds her hand out, waiting to see if Aeto would want to sniff it first or something. ]

How..are you adjusting to all this?

[ It's been quite a bit for her, so she was curious about how others were handling things. ]

[It's an important distinction to make, and she immediately respects him for his choice. So many people wouldn't have noticed the behavior of those gathered around either fire so long as it didn't directly effect them, but Blake appreciates the thoughtful nature of his observations.]

They weren't openly hostile, but I could see that a few of them weren't comfortable.

[She smiles wryly.]

It's the ears. If they had just ignored me, it would have been one thing, but it was like the air itself shifted. It's not hard to tell when you're unwelcome. You get used to it.

[ Okay, it's actually pretty endearing to watch him discover the truth behind the unfamiliar technology. Akira is happy to hold his watch for Eren to more easily see, and—

Oh. That question.

His smile softens into something a little less lively. No playing around with this one. ]

I don't think it's possible. I tried already, it didn't work. [ He ends the call so that he doesn't have to see Eren's potential disappointment on two fronts, studying the blank screen afterward. ] … It's probably only for this world.

[ Stop swimming, she almost demands, but of course he's not going anywhere. Nel doesn't panic, ever. This must just be a heightened fight response... fading adrenaline, the way her legs used to go weak when she was young, younger, and killing where necessary still weighed on her conscience; here, there's no one to attack or a solution to discover. The sustained aggression has no safe release. Belial is the target she needs, and he cannot leave. Nel won't let him.

It really, really doesn't help when his transformation begins reversing and she's got to wonder whether that's really happening. Her eyes flick rapidly between his face and vanishing talons. ]

I'm... calm. [ In control. She puts her weight behind the fist in his shirt, blindly urging him backward until either he retaliates or his spine hits the alley. ]

But I'm not happy, and I forgot-- you tried to put your dirty mouth on me! That makes four.

Wh -- seriously? No way... you're really just gonna leave me like this? Uhm, I take it back! Whatever I said! Whatever I said that... pissed you off, I guess? Hey, Koga-kun? Are you listening? Hello?

[ Way to be dramatic. He's desperate, but anyone would be in a situation like this, right? It's his first time out of the city and into the wild where the warnings and rumors spawn from. They say there's a blight or something that no one's supposed to touch encroaching on everyone and everything gradually, and honestly, he's been avoiding the chance to leave up until now.

But as he watches his junior's back gradually get farther and farther away, he realizes it's almost like a metaphor for their relationship: a cold, empty space. Hah. That's more his fault than anyone else's given the way he always goads Koga on, but nothing's as simple as it used to be anymore. There's no practice, no school... no home, and what little they have left of it's found in exchanges with each other. Continuing to bicker like this is like letting those memories burn into ashes and blow away.

His minute of melancholy daydreaming is interrupted by a rough shift in the atmosphere; however, by the harsh rustling of leaves and the panicked squabbling of birds in the canopy above. It's obvious that something isn't right, but the harder he struggles the worse it seems to get. Logic says he can just remove his shoes ( duh ), but the wet, sticky gunk seems to have a mind of its own. Breathe, Kaoru. Everything's going to be fine.

... -- until the corner of his eye catches a green, slithering vine approaching Koga, and the grip around his foot tightens so harshly that it feels like he might leave a harsh mark. ]

K-Koga-kun!

[ Welcome to Celtic traditions surrounding hospitality, they can be weird ]

Sure, I'll be blunt— You're tired, and for one reason or another, you can't sleep in your room. [ Vague shrugs. He is getting a bit confused on her confusion, which would end making them more both very confuzzled animals. So better to explain it as directly as possible. ]

I'm not the type to kick out someone needing help, hospitality is a sacred thing, no? I lose nothing for letting you nap on my bed when I'm not using it. [ The fact that he is weak to beautiful women might have something to do with it too. But in general, if anyone needed a nap space and wasn't a raging asshole, he'd let them. ]

Ah, so I take a spot next to the wall so you could run away easier? After all this effort to get me into your bed— [ Caster jokes to best a pest one last time this night but does as he is told and rolls over and then under the sheets.

He's going to fall asleep the moment his head touches the pillow, seriously. ]

[ seraphim biology only isn’t weirder than titan biology. eren makes a sound, confirming his understanding and watching the crepes being made as he asks for two. it’s actually neat? he’s never seen it done either. ]

I noticed. [ it’s an acknowledging complement. strong willed people to strong willed people. it’s pretty easy to spot amongst those who, well, don’t have the same touch. and as for the advice . . . he actually has to think on that? his stomach groans while they wait. ] . . . But I might have to learn with you.

[ his smile is almost, almost apologetic. he has nothing to offer because he’s always eaten . . . bread, and potatoes, or crackers. or fucking yeast and there’s no cosmic secret to eating those. marley soldiers only started cooking for them recently.

brain freezes and extremely hot foods are an enigma. ] I’m not used to food like this.

[Solas opens An Enchanting Otherplace, and appears to be deeply immersed in it at once. So much so that he is offhanded in replying to Francel’s observations of his appearance.]

That is relieving.

[There is a heavy pause.]

Ah! Among Miss Chaucer’s claims, she has stated that the Faelands can be entered consciously if the sufficiently cultivated divinator dreams, as they sleep, that they are stepping into a circle of mushrooms. That is fascinating.

[there are, francel supposes, around three different ways this could be playing out. the first possibility is that solas is politely changing the subject to spare him further embarrassment. the second is that he is so offended that he is implicitly telling francel to drop the subject. the third is that the man really doesn’t give much of a damn one way or the other, but in any case, in all three possibilities, francel has proven himself for an enormous fool.

he tries to focus his attention on the meat and bones of what solas has discovered in his reading... but instead his mind conjures an image of solas stepping into a circle of mushrooms, meditating in them, until finally the mushrooms grow on his head. an inexplicable peal of laughter escapes him; he is still red in the face. now, apparently, he is the one who has been fae-cursed with unstoppable giggling.]

I — Fury have mercy — apologize, Solas, I think — [why is it so funny?!] — I need a... a moment’s air. Do let me know if I can... be of any more assistance...

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[Solas is imagining the political landscape Etheria is roughly equivalent to the human empires and kingdoms of Thedas: her words do not challenge his assumption. He settles into his lecturely posture again.]

Not necessarily. There are many means by which the people might express their power. It is an ideal, as I have said, not a proscribed structure. All politics are shaped by the particularities of their lands and people: no two are alike. Any analysis, let alone their implementation, should be flexible and responsive to the individual state.

I understand your meaning, however. Yes, all the citizens of your kingdom could be consulted on each new policy, until a consensus is reached. That would be most fair – but inexpedient, as you note, and greatly fragile to betrayal, corruption, and ultimate collapse.

But such is the fate of all organisations and governments... monarchies included. It is always a delicate balance, one that inevitably ends in a fall.

[Mikleo blinks at that compliment, but then something curls his lips and he glances back at the chef. The reason he had to learn is a bit sad, but it's okay. He's fine.]

You're not? Is it the size of it or the cuisine?

[He curls his hand beneath his chin.]

I'm actually used to cooking. Maybe I'll introduce you to a few things like this.

[Aeto doesn't really have much sense of smell, especially on land, so instead she just trills and bumps her head up against the hand.

As for Paris... he winces a little.] It's, um. A lot. [To put it mildly.]

[ Oh, hah. He did have the genius idea to hold a butler cafe once. No regrets there, given its success. The memory of it reaches and makes him smile a little too genuine and a little too warm, and ah, he's totally chuckling into his hand in an attempt to hide it.

But, ah... the game. That's right. They're playing a game. Focus. ]

If little brother here's going to put his head down, doesn't that basically mean I won? Hmm... this is a little harder for me, you know... given how much I reeeally don't know.

[ The warmth in his expression is honey-sweet while his fingers play at the edge of an almost empty glass. ]

Never have I eeever... [ -- he licks his lips, glancing around the room with less focus. ] ... been called a monster.

I think your hunch is right. As familiar as much of this is to my home, there is still so much that is not. [It's kept her from trying to kill the Monsters, at least.]

And... I have to wonder if the Coven profits at all from this, and if not... why they are being helpful to us.

[ The mole might no longer be an issue, but sorry, Diarmuid, you're still a pretty boy. You'll turn eyes wherever you go, curse or not. (Of course, no curse is better, means no one will get "obsessed" just by looking at you.

Caster chuckles at the "why not ask herself" and subsequent change of tone. He's tempted to say that he just might—! But Lancer's words make him think. ]

They follow the laws of hospitality, rare sight at such age. [ Hospitality was once the duty of every freeman, but his summons in modern times taught him already the world has changed since then. ] Is it genuine or is it because we have something they want that's another question.

[ That's just practicality speaking ]

I can't say I relate. Magic wasn't really something that existed where I come from. That is not to say that curiosities did not, but most of those were the hand of the Great Ones.

[Ah, to be a Great One.

... That couldn't even be a goal anymore for her, could it. It had gotten her and the Church both in so much trouble.]

I believe it is because there are Monsters there. I could see why they would be hostile to myself; I am not particularly fond of such things either. But... you're right. I don't think the Monsters and the people here get along as well as our gracious hosts do. [She means Mhairi and Nerissa, of course.]

"A few centuries ago, in mine," Lex muses, absently comparing the differences in times but similarity in design. The robes are different, but then, so was the magic and the monsters. "The structures, too."

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I'm forever screaming with joy seeing this

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