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[closed] just two heroic spirits hanging out
Who: Andersen & Enkidu
When: Around the 26th
Where: The Theatre
What: Meeting up, talking about things
Warnings: None
A lot has changed in a short period of time. One of those things is that Enkidu is wearing shoes now. A pair of simple boots made of brown leather tied together with a string. Not a pair of very fashionable ones but quite handy when manoeuvring through a busy city.
The sun is already setting when they reach the large building of the theatre. More stone.
Normally they would be able to detect Andersen within the blink of an eye but now they have to cross half the building before they are finally able to spot the other servant. And no, it doesn't help that he's rather small.
"Ah, I have found you." They smile briefly. "It is good to finally meet you in person and that you look...in one piece."
After all that has happened. That...everything.
When: Around the 26th
Where: The Theatre
What: Meeting up, talking about things
Warnings: None
A lot has changed in a short period of time. One of those things is that Enkidu is wearing shoes now. A pair of simple boots made of brown leather tied together with a string. Not a pair of very fashionable ones but quite handy when manoeuvring through a busy city.
The sun is already setting when they reach the large building of the theatre. More stone.
Normally they would be able to detect Andersen within the blink of an eye but now they have to cross half the building before they are finally able to spot the other servant. And no, it doesn't help that he's rather small.
"Ah, I have found you." They smile briefly. "It is good to finally meet you in person and that you look...in one piece."
After all that has happened. That...everything.
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There are hints here and there Enkidu can use to track him down. The smell of roasting coffee. The faint crackling of operatic music. Andersen's in the kitchen, drink cupped in his hands as he listens to the Aefenglom equivalent of a gramophone, and when the other Servant shows up, he jumps out of his seat.
"So, you've come at last, Enkidu!"
The mist has left Andersen relatively untouched. There are dark bags beneath his eyes, and the odd bulk beneath his stockings suggest the presence of bandages. But the smile he wears is genuine and enthusiastic.
"I could say the same for you. Though, I doubt someone of your caliber runs into much trouble around here. What's the deal with your boots?"
Yeah, he noticed!!
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After saying that they remain silent again so they can look around the kitchen and enjoy the smell of fresh coffee. It is a warm sort of scent, one that reminds them of more pleasant times. And there is a pleasant melody playing and eventually they start to hum softly.
"It is pleasant here."
And yes, the shoes. Not that shoes are new to them. Gilgamesh has given them shoes once and at times they wore them. They look down at their shoes.
"Are they strange?" For a moment there's a deep frown on Enkidu's face. "They are meant to protect my feet." That, and they have lost every bit of connection with nature. The ground does not tell them anything anymore. "I must be fair, it feels odd to wear them for such a long time. They look like brown lumps attached to my feet."
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"No, they're decent. What I mean is that you are the original 'wild man' - that at Chaldea, I often saw you running around barefoot, no matter the terrain. It seems a bit odd to see you clamping your feet in the leather trappings of civilization."
He takes a sip from his coffee, content with his dramatic analysis.
"Do you even have money on you?"
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Enkidu repeats the words before they chuckle briefly. It is a funny way to describe human footwear.
"We were all different when we stayed in Chaldea, is it not?" They are still smiling. "I am unable to detect anything through the ground anymore. It is one of the connections I have lost. Perhaps it is better to make use of these leather trappings instead."
Even though it unsettles them and make them feel oddly melancholic, they also know that dwelling on such things would be a waste of time. After all, there is enough to see and discover.
"I do believe I have some in my room. If you wanted me to take some you should have asked me earlier." That, and their outfit doesn't have any pockets either. "Also..." They point at the cup of coffee Andersen is holding. "...I want some of that. Have you made some more?"
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He sets down his cup and grins.
"Oh, taken an interest to coffee, have you? Well, a warm drink is a good ointment for physical and mental ills. Sit down, and I'll brew you a batch that'll have you praising civilization! My only question is..."
He strides over to a stool, hops on, and opens a cupboard.
"... which cup would you like?"
There's a great deal of pastels! If you can imagine the color, you'll likely find it in this humble cupboard.
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Finally Enkidu starts to laugh softly. It is quite bold to say that a drink would be so splendid that it would be the pinnacle of humanity, but well, if Andersen can do it, they'd love to see it. And taste it. And ask about it. And talk about it after asking about it.
"Hmm..." They follow Andersen slowly before taking a peek inside the cupboard. "I think I would like to have the blue one. It has the color of the sky." Before the other servant can grab it, Enkidu already does it for him. After all, they're slightly taller.
"It is a very nice collection of mugs. I like the colors."
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Fortunately, he won't fuss over being upstaged. Andersen hops down so he can start pushing the stool over to where the stovetop is. It seems this is where the coffee is brewed, as Aefenglom is sadly lacking in coffee machines. What Andersen wouldn't give for a nice Kreuger, just like the one in Chaldea.
"For a building to become home, one must work on its outward and inward appearance. Not that I'd like to settle down in this world. It's too reminiscent of visual novel for my liking." He begins scooping the ground beans. "But an author must have a comfortable office to work in. Do you understand such sentiments, Enkidu?"
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They follow him curiously while he starts to brew the coffee. And they remain close the entire time, very interested to see how this is done. But then that question comes and to be fair, Enkidu cannot answer it. What defines a home? Surrounding yourself with things and smells that can be associated with that word?
Has Chaldea been home? No. Chaldea is their Master's home. And once...
"Hmm..." Enkidu's eyes flash from the coffee that is brewing to Andersen's face. It is difficult how to picture this and Andersen, you always ask the most difficult questions. "What would make your home truly your home? Is it based on the things you possess?" They pause. "I do not possess anything."
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"Don't be stupid. Of course you possess something. It isn't about the items themselves. They're vessels for your perception of the world. Memories. What's comfortable and what's uncomfortable. Humans put shards of themselves into their things. A home is a reflection of the soul."
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Yet, the mention of possessions and the connection Andersen makes with memories and souls are a bit difficult to comprehend. Enkidu never had anything to call their own and they never cared to own anything either. Their best friend was a king with a treasury full of gold. Cheesy as it sounds, their most valuable possession was his companionship.
And that is something Enkidu doesn't want to speak about right now.
"I have these shoes." Their voice is neutral. "And I have a couple of pictures on the device. Yet, I believe the person I sent them to disappeared." Slowly they step closer again to show Andersen the pictures they stored on their device. There are a lot of pictures of buildings and flowers. The dogs they feed at the harbor. Some cats. A couple of children they amuse with stories. "I think, if I would want to put some of these pictures on a wall I need to get them out of the device."
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"Are these pictures important to you? Humans typically hang up pictures only if they feel a connection to them."
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Important, not really. Likeable? Very much!
"But I do not value them. They are not possessions." Well, they never had possessions to begin with. "What sort of things should I want to own? A bed, probably and I am fond of pillows." Enkidu hums softly as they try to think about more furniture and things they could put inside their room. "A desk so I can read books. Books. I would like to own books."
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"Ha! A weapon wanting to read. AUO has truly sanded you down to a pleasant, human-like existence. If it's books you're looking for, you've befriended the right Servant. On the battlefield I'm a miserable ally, but in the libraries I'm a delight - so long as you don't spend too long in my presence."
Coffee's ready. He reaches for Enkidu's cup so he can pour in the rich drink.
"Truth be told, I figured you'd want to live like Tarzan."
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"Hm? It is true that I am a weapon, yet I have chosen to stand with humanity. It is important to me to learn as much as I can. It is interesting to read about what moves a human and what makes them so unique."
Oh but...
"You seem to say that a lot. That you are not fit for battle. Does that bother you a lot?"
They take the coffee from his hands and move to smell it. Warm and wholesome.
"Who is Tarzan?"