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victory_road2020-06-22 12:46 pm
amaure) wrote in victory_road2020-06-22 12:46 pm
Goldenrod ex, 5/8 undersized (closed)
Who: Emet-Selch, Hythlodaeus, Estinien, Ziva, Urianger (maybe Dirk)
Where: Goldenrod city, mainly Emet-Selch's small apartment, but also elsewhere in the city.
When: 22nd-25th
Summary: The party has now reached Goldenrod, and they have decided to make Emet's life hell. You know, how most of his relationships do. He ain't single and he ain't ready to mingle and yet...
Rating: Will update as needed, gen for now.
When he had sent Estinien to retrieve Hythlodaeus, he had not expected there to be others among their traveling group! Let alone others from their own star—one of which he is familiar with, the other...well, in a way he is, but he hasn't fully gotten the confirmation she may yet be who Hythlodaeus suspects she is. The hero of the source he knows is not a small blond woman, but an average height brunet man, and as such he's left a little conflicted with the possibility of such differences.
Regardless of all of that, he did not expect the group to arrive at his rather quaint apartment. Barely is it suited for Hythlodaeus alone, but especially not five people in total! The knock on his door was expected, but not the slew of faces that assaulted his gaze upon opening it. His exasperated and dramatic flourish of his discontent was likely more amusing than scathing, and while he had little choice but to let them in, it did result in him locking himself in the bathroom for a time.
Glad as he is to see Hythlodaeus at long last, there's something ruinous about the unexpected company! Particularly when a certain dragoon looks both smug and amused, with that small grin of his, at the vexation brought on by these ill-turn of events, and Solus' clear surprise. Finally with some coaxing, he finds himself among them once more, looking none too pleased about it, but what can he do? Sure, he could tell them to leave, but he knows what a fool's endeavor that will be.
If this were to become the usual among their group, if his dwelling would be their landing whenever they arrive at Goldenrod, a home base if you will, then something will have to change. For now, this is his lot, terrible though it is.
Where: Goldenrod city, mainly Emet-Selch's small apartment, but also elsewhere in the city.
When: 22nd-25th
Summary: The party has now reached Goldenrod, and they have decided to make Emet's life hell. You know, how most of his relationships do. He ain't single and he ain't ready to mingle and yet...
Rating: Will update as needed, gen for now.
When he had sent Estinien to retrieve Hythlodaeus, he had not expected there to be others among their traveling group! Let alone others from their own star—one of which he is familiar with, the other...well, in a way he is, but he hasn't fully gotten the confirmation she may yet be who Hythlodaeus suspects she is. The hero of the source he knows is not a small blond woman, but an average height brunet man, and as such he's left a little conflicted with the possibility of such differences.
Regardless of all of that, he did not expect the group to arrive at his rather quaint apartment. Barely is it suited for Hythlodaeus alone, but especially not five people in total! The knock on his door was expected, but not the slew of faces that assaulted his gaze upon opening it. His exasperated and dramatic flourish of his discontent was likely more amusing than scathing, and while he had little choice but to let them in, it did result in him locking himself in the bathroom for a time.
Glad as he is to see Hythlodaeus at long last, there's something ruinous about the unexpected company! Particularly when a certain dragoon looks both smug and amused, with that small grin of his, at the vexation brought on by these ill-turn of events, and Solus' clear surprise. Finally with some coaxing, he finds himself among them once more, looking none too pleased about it, but what can he do? Sure, he could tell them to leave, but he knows what a fool's endeavor that will be.
If this were to become the usual among their group, if his dwelling would be their landing whenever they arrive at Goldenrod, a home base if you will, then something will have to change. For now, this is his lot, terrible though it is.
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Your lovers must find you fussy, even with that mysterious air of yours.
[He picks up some sake for himself. He’s having too much fun to let the buzz falter.]
Unless...
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Unless I do not have one?
[That's right, one, as is good and proper.]
I do not. And afore you ask, no, I am not interested in changing that.
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...Have you never had a lover? I’ve heard of some rather contrary religions walking about... But you needn’t fear your Gods or Goddesses so. Least of all here!
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I am nowhere near drunk enough for this conversation.
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[ He hangs half outside of the onsen and flags down an attendant. Little cups of sake just won’t do. A few moments later, big frosty mugs with a light citrus scent are brought out on a platter. ]
It will annoy them if you spill, but there’s little else so refreshing!
[Are you ready to drink your body weight in soju? ]
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Estinien looks at the offered drink suspiciously--as he's already demonstrated to Emet, he dislikes overly sweet drinks almost as much as he dislikes emotional vulnerability.]
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Well, go on. I’ll keep your head above the water.
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My religion does not bar one from relationships. Not unless you are of the clergy, which I certainly am not. Even they do not seem to follow that directive most of the time.
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Then you just have personal objections? How odd, mortals seemed to breed quite readily. Unlike some of the fussier creatures... I worked with a sub-species of bear for a time that seemed to defy its own design.
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But guess it's not at this point. Estinien just rolls his eyes, fine, let's get this over with. He takes a big ol' drink and waits a moment to see if the earth will swallow him whole and grant him a reprieve from all these nosey, horny assholes. No? Fine.]
I am not interested, tis all.
[Why is this such a big deal.]
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[Jesus, Hythlodaeus.]
What drives you to carry on when the short bleakness of mortality rears its head?
[His expression has at least shifted from kicked puppy to smug curiosity.]
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Fury's sake.]
I would not consider my life 'short' if you did not constantly bring it up. Is that the only argument your kind can proffer, that we are so wretched and pathetic that we do not deserve to live our lives as we will?
You do not want to know what I live for.
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[His drink has made him a little loose lipped, now, hasn't it?]
...Hmm, I simply hesitate to agree that you might know what is best for you.
Unless you would call yourself without a shadow of a doubt happy.
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What is it that you wish to hear? That you are right, that I am a miserable cur determined to wallow in sadness until the day I die? Or that I am perfectly content every single day of my life? Neither is true.
I am not a child, nor am I an invalid. I need not your pity, nor your condescension.
[He already had to cover this with Emet-Selch, for Halone's sake, compare notes.]
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[He grins.]
Ah, unfortunately for you, I have been told that I am incurably condescending... It has less to do with you than it does with me. I must say that even the most casual attempts at kindness are quickly put down. It does feel nice to let others care for you once in a while.
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[He is thoroughly uncharmed.]
You share that trait with your friend.
[He sinks further down into the water with a small roll of his eyes.]
I let myself be dragged here, did I not?