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victory_road2021-02-13 11:03 pm
amaure) wrote in victory_road2021-02-13 11:03 pm
The Universal Constancy of Hallmark Holidays [closed]
Who: Emet-Selch, Dirk, and Hythlodaeus
Where: South of Goldenrod
When: 2/14
Summary: Just a trio of dudes going for some horseback riding, nothing to see here.
Rating: pg-13, who knows where their convos will go.
Log:
It's early in the morning when Emet and Hythlodaeus rise for this particular outing. It's likely that Dirk awoke with them, or perhaps he was already awake this whole time, with him it's hard to tell. Either way, there's a purposefulness to their movements that is otherwise lacking any other day, and with limited information given to Dirk on what they're doing (besides the theme of outfit, and their surprising stock of fitting apparel for him), it's all likely confusing. With what arbitrary fussiness that is to be expected to rise between Dirk and Hythlodaeus taken care of, and the trio having made their way out of Goldenrod proper, they can begin on this little venture.
Emet himself is dressed appropriately, with some few layers below the outfit to keep himself warm. He looks to his company as they release their steeds. The cold of the air will hardly matter with the warmth of the Rapidashes and Ponytas, of course, but still Emet felt the need to bundle. With the horses already saddled up (Hythlodaeus and Emet saw to this before putting them back into their balls), Emet makes his way over to one, stroking its strong neck with his gloved hand as he glances over at Dirk.
"As it may be apparent, Hythlodaeus and myself wished to enjoy a morning horseback ride with you, and it would only do that we were appropriately dressed for such an outing. I do so hope you are not displeased with the obscurity leading up to this, I had wanted it to be somewhat of a surprise for you, my dear."
Where: South of Goldenrod
When: 2/14
Summary: Just a trio of dudes going for some horseback riding, nothing to see here.
Rating: pg-13, who knows where their convos will go.
Log:
It's early in the morning when Emet and Hythlodaeus rise for this particular outing. It's likely that Dirk awoke with them, or perhaps he was already awake this whole time, with him it's hard to tell. Either way, there's a purposefulness to their movements that is otherwise lacking any other day, and with limited information given to Dirk on what they're doing (besides the theme of outfit, and their surprising stock of fitting apparel for him), it's all likely confusing. With what arbitrary fussiness that is to be expected to rise between Dirk and Hythlodaeus taken care of, and the trio having made their way out of Goldenrod proper, they can begin on this little venture.
Emet himself is dressed appropriately, with some few layers below the outfit to keep himself warm. He looks to his company as they release their steeds. The cold of the air will hardly matter with the warmth of the Rapidashes and Ponytas, of course, but still Emet felt the need to bundle. With the horses already saddled up (Hythlodaeus and Emet saw to this before putting them back into their balls), Emet makes his way over to one, stroking its strong neck with his gloved hand as he glances over at Dirk.
"As it may be apparent, Hythlodaeus and myself wished to enjoy a morning horseback ride with you, and it would only do that we were appropriately dressed for such an outing. I do so hope you are not displeased with the obscurity leading up to this, I had wanted it to be somewhat of a surprise for you, my dear."
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He really shouldn't be; he knows Emet knows clothing, and he's only had billions of years to learn measurements by sight. And he knows Emet knows him, knows both his physical form and his narrative one. All, uh, intimate details thereof fully included.
But it still catches him off guard to try on chaps, pants, shirts, and shawls, even if he doesn't say anything except a short, simple 'Huh.' He just marvels at how closely and comfortably each item fits him... in private.
And yet, for all of that, and even Emet and Hythlodaeus' own conceptually-linked (if culturally and stylistically disparate) garb, he doesn't actually guess what the two of them are actually up to--only that they are very obviously up to something, and it is with mixed curiosity and anticipation (and a bit of trepidation) that he follows them to the outskirts of the city.
Where he stops. And... doesn't really move, or speak, or react at all in any externally discernable manner. Eventually he says two words, slightly breathless after the delay.
"Real shit?"
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Hythlodaeus pats his shoulder as he walks past, turning to face the other two as he unsheathes his sword. He then twists the scabbard and unscrews the hilt.
"Hold out your hands," he says sweetly and softly to his companions, still working a slight shiver out of himself-- even with the assorted horses and his many layers.
Whatever is in his scabbard rattles softly. Peeking within: sugar cubes.
For the rest of it, Hythlodaeus is dressed like he stepped out of northern Japan circa 1906. Dressed in kimono, hakama, and deer skin(??), he looks the part to compete in a winter archery competition— save for the most necessary item.
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Honestly, he thinks Hythlodaeus is a bit overdoing it with his outfit, but Dirk hasn't complained and so Emet figures neither shall he. They certainly make a trio, don't they? Maybe that's another reason he hasn't complained, because they make quite the aesthetic blend of characters.
Once the sugar cube is placed in his hand, however, he pinches it between thumb and forefinger to examine it with disdain. "...Utterly unnecessary, but I am not surprised."
He made sure to pack plenty of treats for the horses, but fine. He supposes sugar cubes can be part of it as well...
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Especially now, as it makes ever more sense why he was actually presented with this theme to begin with.
The, uh.... let's call it a festive take on a traditional weapon has him a bit torn. The gimmick is good, he'll give Hythlodaeus that. And it's not like real swords are allowed, unless they're possessed by magical ghosts or produced by magical ghosts for the apparent purpose of being possessed.
Which is part of the reason he did not put his hand out until he saw exactly what the 'trick' involved in this 'sword' might be. Once he sees the secret contained within is no more than simple sugar cubes, though, he plays along--accepting a couple of cubes for Acorn, who takes them with his usual toothy enthusiasm. Not that he bites or anything, Dirk wouldn't stand for that. He just presses his huge, yellowed horse teeth against your hand while his soft, mobile, spit-slimy horse lips and tongue search out the goodies and pull them into his mouth. Dirk finds this behaviour unspeakably charming, but--
"Well, slap my ass and call me Seabiscuit. I guess I oughtta mount up, huh. See where this takes me. I'll ask how you got Acorn's ball off me later."
He stops short of continuing the joke into a one-liner about riding off into the sunset, for fear that might actually be part of the plan.
But he really doesn't know what else to say. He knew there would be something, because Emet would hardly have gone to the trouble without a point to it, and Hythlodaeus....... but this is almost too perfect? Too thoughtful. He doesn't know how to react to it.
So he.... doesn't.
He rubs Acorn's neck with a hand, appreciating the warmth of his elegant, muscular body and crackling flames, and presses his nose against the Rapidash's long, stoic face before patting his steed's shoulder and getting ready to ride.
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"That is quite right! You will only see what we have in store once we are well out of sight of the city lights."
He steps up, shamelessly and visibly adjusts the contents of his hakama with his hand, and saddles up. He ordinarily rides his tropius with a leg on each side, but he is a gentler ride being as soft and fat as he is.