The Harsh Reality of Questing - catch'all

[futhark]

Who: Caster (Cú Chulainn), Alex Benedetto, Archer (Emiya), Oda Nobunaga, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, princess Zelda whoever else wants?
When: second and third week of May
Where: Outer City, Haven, Coven
What: Wilde Quests #1-2, Full Moon meeting, some Coven lessons of various disaster levels
Warnings: Will be added if necessary

｢Note: prompts are added in comments, so let me know if you want anything in particular, wildcards also welcome ｣

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[boneofsword]

[Archer can understand the reluctance to discuss the topic. Oaths and promises are important and never should be taken lightly. It's too close to the contract both him and Caster know.]

I wouldn't hold my hopes up. With such amount of mana you'll need one sooner than later.

[He hopes it won't be up to him to force mana transfer if all else fails. Even as they are right now Archer's well aware that he's not someone Caster may consider as more than accidental ally. Besides, he's concerned because Caster is valuable help, with knowledge about Celtic culture and the language. Right?]

[futhark]

Aren't you a true mother-hen... [ Well, Archer's concerns were mostly for the Master, and maybe some younger types in Chaldea. Suddenly having it directed at him makes Caster turn everything into a teasing joke. ]

Or are you trying to play a matchmaker for me? [ Is this the moment you start to regret you invited him over? ]

[boneofsword]

[Caster plz

Archer isn't too content with being called out on his protective instincts. What's worse is that he doesn't realize this instinct is going to get stronger the more he changes.]

I'm not. [a huff.]

[futhark]

Sure you aren't. [ Sure. But at least he's not pressing the matters. ]

Show me when I'm allowed to crash, I could use a nap. [ Or should he really camp in the garden? Kind of doubt, since he just got a fresh set of clothing that are very tailored to his height. Also more into blending in, that's good.

It's still very early, and napping now could be seen as a waste of time. But it's a tad too late to go to the Coven, and too early to go work at the tavern. He will get himself in order in no time (hopefully), but first he got issues to process. ]

[boneofsword]

[Archer is way too happy to use the offered way out. He has things to do.]

Right. Here are the keys. [he hands Caster the aforementioned item. Not much, really - one key to the main entrance and other to the veranda.

Then he leads to the available room, furnished simply with necessities - a bed, desk and place for personal items. The windows open to the veranda. Surprisingly the bed is covered with fresh linens, and the room is clean.]

I'll be leaving in two hours for my shift. [he adds as explanation.] No curfew here.

[futhark]

I got some more time, but yeah, I'm working the evening.

[ A bed? A whole bed just for himself? Incredible. This is such a nice room, no lie. ]

Thanks for that. I'll leave it as close to the original state as possible. [ He's not a dog, you know. And he wasn't lying when he said he appreciates the offer. Ignore the dreams, the agitation made by magic- he has to find a place for himself if the forest is not an option. ]

[boneofsword]

[Archer just shakes his head with light amusement. It is a nice room, a guest room to be precise.]

Just in case you wake up to empty house. [a pause] The room is free, there's enough space for your stuff. Keep the keys, they're yours.

[It's an offer in typical archer style, rather awkward and so matter-of-fact. He appreciates the company, so Caster can crash wherever he wants, be it garden or the cottage.]

[futhark]

[ Stuff. He doesn't have much "stuff" The tent, a blanket for a bedding, staff and useless runestones, one set of alternate clothing— maybe few other small things, everything that he can keep in one bag. But it is noticeably more than what he had on the start—

Caster looks at the room again, understanding that he is being offered a home. A place to return to. But is tying down really what he needs?

He tosses up the key and grabs it swiftly as it falls. ]

Got it. [ For now he can use it. ] It's in my keeping until you need it again.

[ So if Archer wants to kick him out later there is still a door open for that. ]

[boneofsword]

[What he's good at - picking strays. This time it's a wild dog, though, that may be too much to handle. Not that Archer dislikes challenges, or thinks Caster will settle down so easily.]

Right. Have a good sleep. [he leaves the room with parting remark. There's still some time that he could use to update his notes or to run a few errands.

It's late when Archer returns and Caster is nowhere around. He can't say that he's surprised and decides against checking the room. There are chores to do. His desire to get busy has nothing to do with the odd loneliness he feels acutely the moment he notices that Caster's bag is gone.]

[futhark]

[ It is very late. Tavern doesn't really close until all patrons leave. So it's probably well into the night, if not close to the dawn when Caster returns. The bag was gone, but a lot of its content actually hidden in the cabinet. He needed the clothing for a change and all that stuff.

Not returning to Coven is a new thing, but he is courteous enough to try and not wake his host. ]

[boneofsword]

[A dim light is still on when Caster returns, giving the small cottage a warm, welcoming look. Archer is just leaving the bathroom, wearing only loose pants and in process of drying his hair. There is a momentary flash of surprise (no, he didn't check Caster's room, he respects his privacy) followed by a softening of his expression.]

Welcome back.

[futhark]

[ There goes all this sneaking around... ]

Huh. You're a night owl— [ Caster blinks and stifles a yawn. He didn't expect to meet Archer at this hour. The guy seems like someone to wake up early. ]

[boneofsword]

I couldn't sleep. [Archer shrugs one shoulder. It's true, even if the reason for his inability to fall asleep is suddenly gone. He notes to himself to be quiet in the morning and let Caster sleep longer.] You won't usually find me up at this hour. Nevermind, get some rest. Goodnight.

[Archer goes into his room, leaving the door open a crack. He prefers to hear any uninvited guests.]

[futhark]

Goodnight~ [ Caster waves his hand as he disappears into his own room. Huh. Own room, huh? Guess it's settled. He's really staying here, at least either until he gets kicked out, or something makes him leave.

He's tired but he gets the "can't sleep" there are some things he'd rather not dream about. He ponders about just barging into Archer's room for some late night idle chatter but decides against it.

That doesn't mean he stays in his room, just the reason why he knocks on Archer's door is different. ] If you still can't sleep, I think I can help.

[boneofsword]

Hm? [Archer opens the door wider. It's clear from his expression that he didn't expect the offer, but he does invite Caster inside.

The room is very similar to Caster's, sparsely furnished but clean. Only personal touch is a fresh outfit laid out on the chair and several notebooks on the desk.]

What do you propose?

[futhark]

I'm not going to forcibly knock you out if that's what you're worried about.

[ If you want to live with him you gotta T R U S T H I M right? Caster welcomes himself to the room pushing Archer in the direction of the bed. He got something on mind— ]

It involved a little bit of magic~

[boneofsword]

[Archer just rolls his eyes at the first remark, and allows himself to be pushed.]

So generous in sparing me a headache. [his quip is rather dry, but it hints at trust, just as the way he doesn't hesitate to turn his back to Caster as he walks to the bed.]

[futhark]

I got interested in enchantment because of boons it grants— [ It's similar to how he used his runes to strengthen himself. More strength, more speed, more endurance. Just one of them enhanced at a time, but enough to give an edge ] —turns out charm spells fall into this school too.

[ So he's talking about "charms" while leading Archer to bed. And it's actually innocent believe it or not. ]

A simple spell for easy sleep is what is part of this category.

[ So he gets to practice and Archer gets to sleep. Everybody win. ]

[boneofsword]

[Archer doesn't hide slight amusement at being the test subject, but it offers additional boon of diminishing Caster's magic. Besides he wouldn't mind a good sleep without dreams; his companion isn't the only one affected.]

Very well, do your worst. [he agrees sitting on the bed so that if he faceplants he's going to land in bed and not on the floor.]

[futhark]

Oh, just lie down. [ Caster pushes him onto the bed with annoyance. No faceplanting here, he intends to make it work. He starts— well he starts writing a rune over Archer's face, one that would have the same effect as he is trying to achieve here. Instead of stopping himself from doing this useless gesture he whispers a command ]

Dún do Shúil [ As he focuses on channeling the magical energy, that he has now in abundance into a simple charm spell that forces the target to fall asleep. Instead of just writing and making things happen through the use of runes, this is... a bit more active, requiring more focus. Especially since different schools of magic operate differently ]

[boneofsword]

[It's too sudden; Archer does lie down following Caster's lead and closes his eyes. Sleepiness comes with a feeling of sudden vertigo. Acting instinctively he grabs for something to hold onto-

whoops. It's warm, it's comfy, it's Caster. Enjoy the sudden cuddles?]

[futhark]

[ ?!?!

he's—

not enjoying them at all??

Damn, that's the wrong kind of charm spell. Or maybe not, because Archer does seemingly fell asleep, but the cuddling side effect wasn't planned! ]

—funny joke, now let me go.

[boneofsword]

[It's not working. Archer mutters something sleepily, but doesn't wake up, just clings tighter. He is asleep, his breath deep and steady as he unconsciously holds Caster close and doesn't let go. His expressionis surprisingly relaxed and unguarded, much softer than his usual one.

Whatever nightmares have plagued him before are gone.]

[futhark]

[ Wow. For once, spell working as intended is a bad thing. Caster hits Archer's head with side of his head, but since he gets only a grumble as a reply then— What an incredible mage he is.

facepalm.jpg ]

Hope you move a lot during night. [ Because he will be waiting for the first occasion to sneak out of this deathgrip. For now tho, Archer can enjoy his rest. ]

[boneofsword]

[Archer doesn't move, though his deathgrip loosens in hour or two. It's been ages since he's had a pleasant dream, and the warmth of another body next to him brings long-forgotten memories.

He's going to feel incredibly well rested the next day.]