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middaeg2020-02-03 07:56 pm
ressusciter) wrote in middaeg2020-02-03 07:56 pm
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(semi-closed) rouse them all
Who: Dantes and pre-existing CR
When: Feb. 2nd-3rd.
Where: Entertainment District primarily, but may change.
What: Faoilleach celebrations and the results.
Warnings: Definitely drinking, will update if needed.
feoveuer 2nd.
[he'd seen the celebrations last night, and hastened past them - he'd already spent too much time out, only giving them glances outside the window. but tonight he works later, enough that dusk falls into the city like a veil, and he touches his watch in his pocket. silent, reassuring. the Bond in his chest still strong. there's nothing to worry about, and yet he does. but the world is lit in candlelight, and it's enough to make him go slower back home. candles that dot the city like tiny stars, and he wants to keep the sight in his gaze.
the bonfires that light up are almost a little too free for his taste, when his nerves are still as tightly strung as a violin, and he ducks away from a number of them. closer to home, though...it's not the sights that draw him, but the proximity to home. and in the end, he's curious, enough to accept what he's given and eye it a little critically before he throws it back. losing inhibitions, against his iron self control? he'd like to see the results, and he knows he's got it in hand with one drink alone.
it does help, a little bit. he feels a little looser, a slight lessening of the constant headache he has from tension, and he'll linger for a little while enough to let night fall around them, and all the lights to shine the brighter, and to soak in these effects. he's still himself, entirely, but he doesn't mind the touch of indulgence.]
feoveur 3rd.
[with last night in mind, he sets out again. well, less set out and more thrown out of the house, with the encouragement that if he got in later, it wouldn't be the end of the world, that he needs to actually enjoy himself for once. he worries too much, he knows, and last night had been...a little better than he expected, when he had given into his curiosity. and truthfully, he needs all the help he can get when it comes to unwinding. there hadn't been much difference in him last night - maybe a little more ease, maybe a tendency to speak what he thought - but that was hardly an issue, as he'd been himself still. he has resistance to poisons, he reminds himself. that's the confident thought that carries him into this night, taking the drinks and letting the warmth of the fire and the alcohol run through him. yet, for all it was, the potion wasn't exactly a poison.
earlier, the effects are more moderate, enough to where he's relaxed but not off guard, seated by the firelight and letting the festivities happen around him. the dancers are beautiful, the singing well, but not as important as him being a little more outside of his own head for once in a while. he's open to conversation, to putting down his stresses for a time.
later, it's really sunk in, for even he'd admit he can feel the alcohol. and with the potion already helping, it means he's much more engaged, and Dantes' limits steadily fade out, until even things like a rare smile cross his face from time to time. not so much that he doesn't still call himself another name, but enough that he looks like he's sincerely enjoying himself. enough to wander, letting his legs carry him in the District where they might go.]
When: Feb. 2nd-3rd.
Where: Entertainment District primarily, but may change.
What: Faoilleach celebrations and the results.
Warnings: Definitely drinking, will update if needed.
feoveuer 2nd.
[he'd seen the celebrations last night, and hastened past them - he'd already spent too much time out, only giving them glances outside the window. but tonight he works later, enough that dusk falls into the city like a veil, and he touches his watch in his pocket. silent, reassuring. the Bond in his chest still strong. there's nothing to worry about, and yet he does. but the world is lit in candlelight, and it's enough to make him go slower back home. candles that dot the city like tiny stars, and he wants to keep the sight in his gaze.
the bonfires that light up are almost a little too free for his taste, when his nerves are still as tightly strung as a violin, and he ducks away from a number of them. closer to home, though...it's not the sights that draw him, but the proximity to home. and in the end, he's curious, enough to accept what he's given and eye it a little critically before he throws it back. losing inhibitions, against his iron self control? he'd like to see the results, and he knows he's got it in hand with one drink alone.
it does help, a little bit. he feels a little looser, a slight lessening of the constant headache he has from tension, and he'll linger for a little while enough to let night fall around them, and all the lights to shine the brighter, and to soak in these effects. he's still himself, entirely, but he doesn't mind the touch of indulgence.]
feoveur 3rd.
[with last night in mind, he sets out again. well, less set out and more thrown out of the house, with the encouragement that if he got in later, it wouldn't be the end of the world, that he needs to actually enjoy himself for once. he worries too much, he knows, and last night had been...a little better than he expected, when he had given into his curiosity. and truthfully, he needs all the help he can get when it comes to unwinding. there hadn't been much difference in him last night - maybe a little more ease, maybe a tendency to speak what he thought - but that was hardly an issue, as he'd been himself still. he has resistance to poisons, he reminds himself. that's the confident thought that carries him into this night, taking the drinks and letting the warmth of the fire and the alcohol run through him. yet, for all it was, the potion wasn't exactly a poison.
earlier, the effects are more moderate, enough to where he's relaxed but not off guard, seated by the firelight and letting the festivities happen around him. the dancers are beautiful, the singing well, but not as important as him being a little more outside of his own head for once in a while. he's open to conversation, to putting down his stresses for a time.
later, it's really sunk in, for even he'd admit he can feel the alcohol. and with the potion already helping, it means he's much more engaged, and Dantes' limits steadily fade out, until even things like a rare smile cross his face from time to time. not so much that he doesn't still call himself another name, but enough that he looks like he's sincerely enjoying himself. enough to wander, letting his legs carry him in the District where they might go.]
feoveur 3rd, later
But with his own mug of ale in hand, he comes to step in front of the man and, after taking a long sip and looking him over, he just flat out fucking asks. ]
Where's Andy? You're his Bonded, right?
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Andy. Is that your name for him? Does he know you call him that?
[Trevor has just handed him a beautiful weapon to use against the author.]
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No?
[ It sort of just CAME TO HIM IN THE MOMENT. ]
It's just... whatever. Is he here with you?
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As it is, no. He could be here, he could be at home. All depends on how he's feeling. Sorry that I can't be more helpful.
[he's a little too drunk for this.]
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Right. I'll just... use that weird talking thing then.
[ He means the little device they'd been given upon arrival to communicate over. Yeah, he... hardly ever uses that. Thanks 1400's. ]
Are you ok though? You kinda seem... [ how to phrase this ] ...not your sulky bastard self.
[ Nailed it. ]
feoveur 3rd, earlier
Avenger... [They raise their hand in front of his face.] ...how many fingers am I holding up? [Finally they whisper in his ear...]
The answer isn't three...
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[he says exactly what's coming to mind, shrugging and moving over in case Trevor wants to sit.]
That, and it's been a while. You can't know someone just from one meeting - not unless they're neglecting to keep some things a secret.
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[gently, he pushes Enkidu's hand down to their lap, sipping from his own glass afterwards. finally, it feels like something drawn tight against his throat has relaxed - enough to give him some breathing room.]
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[ He doesn't need to be a detective to see that. But, he drops down to take a seat because might as well?? ]
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[Trevor doesn't strike him as a bleeding, open heart. there's more there that he hasn't bothered trying to see, but it's alright. he can take his time.]
Was it the dancing, the drinking, or leaving your cares behind that lured you outside?
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Do I look like the bloody dancing type to you?
[ So that's a no. ]
When there's free drinks, might as well take advantage of them.
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[Enkidu feels completely relaxed. Even the bruises that are on their body do not hurt anymore.]
But please count my fingers. [They hold up a hand with three fingers and two stubs.] It feels as if I have five but my hand says three.
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Even though they're enchanted? You're a brave man, Trevor.
[says the man who wholeheartedly drank potion infused alcohol intentionally.]
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[looking to their hand, he pretends to scrutinize it, and then nods.]
You have four. One, two, three, and then two halves.
[...is he joking with them, with a serious face? perhaps.]
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What?
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[no one's tricking anyone into drinking anything, after all - but he's just fine with getting magically wasted for once.]
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No one said shit to me.
[ Holding his tankard up, he brings it back down to sniff at it then. ]
Seems like it's ok... [ A beat. ] ...you're drinking one that's... magical or whatever?
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[okay, they had said it relaxes one's inhibitions, but he's fine! really! he's just relaxed for once and saying what's on his mind and it's a lot more exciting than sitting there and feeling nothing.]
Which, given the last couple of days, is something of a blessing. It's the least repayment this city owes me after everything.
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Were you kidnapped, too?
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[the frivolity of the earlier moments fades, and he looks at Trevor with a more serious expression than before, closer to a look he might have expected.]
I spent every moment I could trying to find him, and the others, to get them back. I knew he was alive, the Bond wasn't gone...but he wasn't there, and I wasn't the only one willing to go through hell to bring them home.
[taking another drink from his cup, he doesn't break eye contact.]
If I could have swapped places with him, I would have in a heartbeat.
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I... didn't know he was there, too.
[ He stares hard at his drink, not having wanted anyone he knew or... considered to be a friend to be there. ]
I'm sorry.
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[they'll see the results tomorrow, whether they could trust the Coven or not, and depending on the results, he's not above seeing if someone could be killed in their cell. there's too much anger running through him in general for that.]
He's been healed, in case you were wondering. Still resting, but he still has as sharp of a tongue as ever and he'll probably yell at me if he heard I said that. Saying it makes him sound like a useless invalid or something.
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[ Trevor finds himself sighing as he hunches over some, fingers tight around his drink held between his legs, gaze lingering on the distorted sort of reflection looking back to him in the alcohol. ]
You know... where I'm from... I'm used to it. To being treated like an outcast or like shit for being different. Hell, my whole family was run out and killed for it. By the Church. Claiming we Belmonts, the people who fought and hunted monsters, who protected people from the things that would rip their children from their beds at night and feast on them as if they were a snack... that we used black magic, worked for Satan, whatever the Hell it was because we didn't follow their ideals or were so different from them.
[ He chuckles a bit, though it's bitter. ]
Hell of a way to say thanks, isn't it?
[ A smile touches his lips then, though, rather than bitter, it's more sad. ]
I guess that's why I didn't care what happened to me in there. I'm used to it, you know? Being kicked around, beaten down, cast aside and blamed for things I never did. That my family never did.
[ Sighing, he looks up then. To the sky. ]
I tried to help as many people out of there as I could. I didn't know Andersen was there but if I did... I would have done whatever it took to get him out. [ Realizing he's spilled his guts here, he glances over to Dantes then and shrugs, taking a swig of his drink. ] The Church can go fuck themselves, by the way. So can these assholes.
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[Enkidu starts to giggle, nudging Avenger playfully.]
Yes! These two halves make an entire finger. Perhaps the damage isn't that bad then.
[They take hold of his gloved hand.]
Let me count yours.
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[he, by contrast, has all five fingers intact under his glove. though he still has just a note of tension in him when Enkidu's holding his hand - it's not usual.]
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Isn't that the way of humanity. A whisper of what you might have done, and suddenly your name is blackened, no matter if you truly deserve it or not. Whatever injustice is visited upon you is a warranted thing.
[there's scorn in his voice, a departure from where they were, and he takes a deep breath.]
The sentiments are appreciated, though. I was doing everything I could - even playing by the Coven's rules to get things done.
[which shouldn't sound like he was doing something distasteful, but hey, the legal way isn't always the best way.]
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You're lucky. It seems you have all of them.
[The things they worry about are gone for the time being. They have all disappeared into a very hazy cloud of beer. Really, normally their tolerance for booze has been much higher.]
How did you manage that?