This might sound crazy, but I just ran into a talking horse and I think she's from another world. She's looking for a way to get home and I've got nothing for her... I thought it would be best if she got in contact with you guys, but, uh
His tone is deceptively light, but it has a sort of danger behind it, like his tongue could turn into a dagger at any moment.]
I do not! Not at all. As you can plainly see, I confused the man on the network for someone I know with a similar name, and he is hardly the same person.
[Yeah this isn't how he expected to contact this guy again. But man he had to get rid of this stuff and it feels like a waste to throw it out so...time to hit up the adult he kinda knows that seems least likely to be a narc]
Hello! Amal, right?
This is Elliot, the guy from that farm a couple months ago. [You know, the one who kept turning into a cat] Sorry to bother you, but I have a bit of...awkward question.
Permit me first to apologize for any misstep of etiquette I may make in writing this letter. These phones are yet unfamiliar to me, as are any expectations regarding their use that may exist. With that out of the way, allow me to get to the point. I am Claude von Riegan, a recent arrival to this world from elsewhere, and in the process of making inquiries into the nature of what had happened to me your name arose as one of the first to find your way to this place. I was additionally told that you would be amenable to being asked some questions about this, though if that was in error please disregard the rest of this and enjoy the rest of your day.
Should you be inclined, however; allow me to ask what those early days of your arrival were like. Did you pass through a labyrinth, between your world of origin and this one? If so, what was it like? With the assumption, of course, that you're comfortable sharing that with me, as I'm to understand these spaces can be somewhat personal. Otherwise, in what part of the city did you first arrive? Did anyone seem to be expecting you? Have there been any major changes to the way and frequency with which people arrive here that you've noticed?
I apologize, additionally, for this barrage of questions. I hope that you can understand my curiosity under these circumstances. There's simply so much to learn here, and so much that has yet to be uncovered. The others I've encountered have been remarkably helpful and forthcoming in teaching me the ways and means of this world, but the details of how and why we come to arrive here seem to still be a mystery. Perhaps if all of us work together, though, we can begin to make some sense of it.
[That sure is a lot of words. None of them are too big for him to understand, but even so, he can feel his eyes glaze over a bit. This feels a bit like the first time he met the Sultana... All formalities and stuffy knights and... ugh. He's not a fan.]
be at ease friend!!! there's no need to be so formal with me, not even a little bit i grew up with dirty hands and knees on the streets, i'm not satrap material. not even close plus you'll find most people actually send much shorter messages unless something serious is happening
[Amal has been such a good guy to him- because as far as Varian is concerned, Amal is a good guy. He reminds Varian a lot of Eugene- the way Amal looked out for people with a carefree prattle to try to mask it while he wasn't fooling anyone. Varian took no small comfort from it, honestly. He missed Eugene terribly and having Amal around softened the blow of his loss.
Varian's not sure how Amal will react to what he needs to tell him, what's fair to tell him at this point. He's scared the man might walk away forever- that's...a very real fear. But he knows he can't hide it from him anymore, either.]
[Amal has no idea of the storm that is coming, but it is a bit unusual for people to contact him first unless something dire has happened. He tries to keep it light.]
hey varian! not busy at all.
do you want to come over? everyone else is out for the day
[Boy oh boy, between learning about losing his arm and waking up one morning only to be slammed with another horrific memoryβ this month is something all right.
That is, to say, that Amal will be getting this call preeeeeeeetty late in the day, and for once, Nox is all voice.]
Please tell me you and Dushan are free sometime soon, otherwise I'm gonna blow a fucking gasket and I really don't want to piss off my landlord by putting a hole in the wall.
[His voice? Livid. Absolutely livid. He's so mad Amal will probably hear the shaking in his voice, wound up so tight with nowhere to put this overwhelming bout of energy.
What he's seenβ Amal, of all people, would know the sort of emotion behind it, he'd relate to it. But even then...]
So, I promised I'd let you know if I forgot any of my Dad's domains and I definitely did!
[He sounds so cheerful when he says this. Then again, Apollo is a Lot, and he does love his Dad.]
He's also the god of poetry, plagues and diseases, music, and the arts! Dad's just not as associated with things like dance because he kinda gave that over to the Nine Muses. But poetry and music are the big forms of creativity for him.
[ One day in mid-December, there's a little knock and on Amal's door, as well as the sound of someone hurrying away. Outside is a terribly wrapped package with an electric cord as a bow - and while the packaging is not very impressive, inside is a red-gold tin full of red tea (rooibos) and a pretty crystal necklace. ]
Congratulations! You've been specially selected to take part in our first annual Secret Santa holiday gift exchange! π
This year, you'll be giving a gift to Crowley! Please try to find a nice gift for them by December 25th! And remember, Secret Santa always works best when it's a surprise!
We highly recommend you participate, as no one wants to suffer on the holidays!
Thank you, and enjoy the season! βοΈ
[As usual, any replies will receive no response from Zodiac]
[Amal is staring at this message like "are you fucking kidding me?"
But it perfectly explains why he gets a lovely gift box from a kid in mid-December. Amal realizes he needs to get his shit together. As usual. This time, there is a Threat.
Fuckin' Zodiac.]
Voice; un: afflatus_oathkeeper After the Zodiac race
[Gwayne's not looking forward to this conversation, if he's being honest. Still, he feels he owes it to all of his fellow Warriors here, and the guilt of keeping this information to himself will eventually consume him anyway if he's not careful. At least his dark knight powers aren't awake at the moment to take advantage of that.
He's stalling, he knows he is. Gwayne takes a deep breath and bites the bullet.]
Amal? This is Gwayne. I've something important to discuss with you, when you have a free moment.
[Varian's been pondering his future since Sorey made his announcement about POKEGO. He knows it will not be easy for him, he'll have to prove himself to have the best intentions. But that's nothing new to him. He had to do that back in Corona, too. This is familiar territory.
He likes the idea of being able to do some good here, and perhaps the people already having to prove themselves too is exactly the place to start with that. But he wants to see what Amal thinks, first. Hell, he knows he'll need permission anyway, the paperwork might not be done yet, but Amal's still his legal guardian and does get a say in this.
...But honestly, he holds more value in what the man has to say about all of this. That matters a lot. ]
look last month was hell on me and it uh mightve just pushed me completely over to the point where i accidentally turned into a dragon in my backyard for like four hours so mood with the whole bathroom incident you had a while ago
[On his birthday, Amal will find a little wrapped present and a birthday card. If he unwraps his gift, he will find a absolutely ridiculous frying pan that has a sword hilt handle welded to it. In the card, he'll find a handwritten note, casual as anything: ]
Happy birthday, Dad! I know you like swords and cooking, so I figured I'd put them together for you. You can absolutely still use it as a weapon- Rapunzel hits people with frying pans all the same. They're surprisingly effective! But hey, also great for breakfast! It's called Eggscalibur, which is a joke I belatedly realise you might not get. Just ask me, I can tell you. Hope you have a good day! Love, Varian.
[Amal's forgotten it was his own birthday until he got greeted by the FUCKING BIRTHDAY SKELETON in the middle of the night, while sleeping in the buff, so he's had an interesting time of it so far. But then he finds the note and the present and-- oh my god. This thing is brilliant. He swings it around in the kitchen (just momentarily breaking his own house rules, nbd) and tests the weight, and then he decides to make breakfast in it. It fucking rocks. This thing fucking rocks.
He texts Varian since he might be off doing apprentice things.]
thank you for the present!!! this is AMAZING. best present i've ever gotten on my nameday!!! also it fries eggs like a champion
i feel like i've heard the name before but i dont know how it's spelled
[Takame intended to let the others know he was free later on, but this was a matter of great importance to him. He could only hope Amal would be welcoming to the request.
As if him being gone wasn't stressful enough, he was typing but punctuation was not a thing.]
rose and i are free as is ser vittore who got taken with us
forgive me for causing you concern and being so bold but there is a favor i must ask of you
[Rose hadn't even thought about where she would stay after everything happened. She had a vague idea that she lived alone, and that she didn't want to be alone, but none of it was of a concern that actually mattered. Thank the twelve for Takame, who had arranged for her to stay with Amal and his family. As much as she teased Amal (which was all the time), she did truly care for him, and she felt safe here with him.]
[All of the plans she'd made faded into oblivion the moment she hit the couch. Shopping with Zero, gardening with Jun, everything she'd planned on doing was suddenly less important once she was in a safe place. The first few days she's staying with him, she existed as nothing but a potato on the couch. She does, at least, consume the food given to her, and the effort to make Hingan cuisine does not go unnoticed.]
[Around day three or four she actually feels human enough to speak again, and when she does, she'll find Amal. Or wait for Amal to exist in the living room so she doesn't have to actually go anywhere.]
Thank you. Truly. I--didn't want to be alone. Not after everything that happened.
[She's not even making fun of him. That's how you know it's serious.]
cw for mentions of indentured servitude, abuse, & torture bc this is a Conversation
[She has the run of the living room, which has a nice turkish couch, as well as the family room/exercise room, which is great for sprawling in if you ignore the dance pole in the corner. No one bothers her unnecessarily. Amal is an attentive host but he isn't pushy. He always makes sure there's food to eat (and plenty of it), since Varian will forget to eat if Amal doesn't remind him at times.
It's when he's bringing Rose leftover chicken biryani for lunch that he sees she's awake and not just lumped on the couch covered in pillows and blankets. And hey, this is the best seat in the house for Netflix, so.]
Hey...
[Maybe she's ready to talk. In that case, he sets lunch down on the coffee table for her to eat when she's ready. Amal kneels on the floor beside Rose and looks up at her, smiling a little. She seems more present than before, more alive. But he knows as well as anyone that this kind of thing isn't recoverable in a week, a month, maybe not even a year. This will stay with her the rest of her life, as sure as he still wears the marks of the whip now.]
I understand. You don't have to explain.
[He reaches out to gently take her hand in both of his, though if she flinches or pulls back he won't pursue.]
As I told Takame, you'll always have a home here. Scintilla too, though she's more likely to take us in, she's that strong. [Truly the holder of the braincell right now.]
... Listen, Rose...
A long time ago, I went through something similar. Now—I'm not the most well-adjusted guy on the block, [he says with a trace of wry humor,] but I can be here. I can walk beside you through the flames. I could even carry you if you like, but something tells me you would rather navigate all of this under your own willpower.
So we'll go at your pace. One step at a time. Together.
Dad, something happened to Fern. Do you know how people who were born here suddenly forget the app and stop noticing everything going on around here? That's happened to him. He's still here? But he doesn't remember much about what's gone on.
[Once Jun has dropped him off at home, Varian has to take a minute to take a few deep, centring breaths. The horrors of the Event Horizon are still ticking away in the back of his mind, and he has to remind himself that he is in his home. He's in a place where his father is and that means he's safe. Nothing and no one can harm him in here. No one would fucking dare.
He's aware he's still... kinda messy after the ship, but at least he doesn't have his own corpse in tow. He closes his eyes, taking a moment, before calling out. ]
[The spell has been broken and suddenly he realizes things are very very wrong. He'd been in the middle of... yardwork, but here he is kneeling in the dirt, wearing shorts and bedazzled crocs and thick gardening gloves and he's just. Staring. At the shears in his hand.
Then he hears Varian call again, and he pops up from behind a rhododendron.]
Varian? Varian! Thank goodness!
[He drops everything and rips his gloves off and sweeps the poor boy into his arms with almost suffocating strength (sorry), just the biggest nutmeg scented hug one can give, and then he drops to his knees.]
It wasn't a fishing trip. Was it?
Why did I think it was a fishing trip? Gods, how long have you been gone? My head feels like—someone... something messed with it, I don't like that. Little spark, are you hurt? Here, let me see—
Zelos! Aaaaalways a pleasure to hear from you~ I've been all right. Currently in a war with the neighbors about how long we're allowed to have the fire-breathing santasaur up before it violates their stupid code, but I never signed any papers so they can't do anything, hehe.
Oh, Zulius? He's great! He owns the Vogue—you know, the theater that does the big pride shows in June? Great bar, too. He donated a pair of short shorts that make my butt look amazing, so I put his name on them and wear them when I do shows. Free advertising~
Do you want me to introduce you? He loves new friends. The guy he's dating is Nox's grumpy dad—didn't see that one coming, I have to say.
[Varian's conversation with Gil has left him more than a little unsettled and upset. It opened up a barely-healing wound and he knows he's going to have to deal with that later. But Jun has promised him takeout and a cuddle and perhaps that will help put that swirl of unhappy emotions back to their rightful place.
More to the point, he opened his mouth and shoved his foot as far in as he could and he needs to do some damage control before Amal hears this from anywhere else. So, he's quietly been making some tea, because this feels like the right way to go about this. Once it's made and steeping nicely in the pot, he takes a tray out to his father, a little surprised with the nervousness that's started crawling in his stomach. He's gotten a lot better when it comes to desperately needing approval, but he's still a little worried about how Amal might take this. ]
Hey, Dad. I brought you some tea. Can we uh... talk?
[Amal is a little surprised when Varian brings in the tea. He pauses the episode of GBBO he's watching and gives the boy his whole attention. He may have 0 in his int stat but his wisdom is a little higher than that, and he can tell Varian's unsettled.
He pats the spot next to him on the Turkish couch.]
Here, sit next to me. [He tugs the coffee table a little closer so they can set the tea on it.] Thanks for the tea. Is... this because I talked to Gil?
[ sometime between the hours of 1am and 3am, A small blue and red squirrel somehow finds itself in your home.
It's in as quickly as it's out, and behind it leaves a pile of about 17 different coloured rubber ducks, as well as a small two-pack of beautiful looking japanese sweets. They look like art, really. When eating them, they're flavoured Earl Grey Tea and Lemon. Some flavours are just better than others. Underneath the gifts is a note in big, loopy handwriting. ]
Thanks for being a Pal, and helping out a guy in his time of need. Sampo Koski never forgets his friends, nor does he forget to say thank you! So, THANK YOU! This is just a small token of my adoring affection and unending appreciation. I'll see you around!
[ it's signed with a signature that's so exaggerated you can really only make out the word 'Sam'. ]
[Varian made a point to stay with Amal on the 30th of May, this was mostly so he could get up as early as possible to get everything set for the morning of Amal's birthday. He's gone to the trouble of making Amal's favourite breakfast, laying the table for him. He's baked a cake too, and that sits carefully on the side for later.
A box has also been carefully placed on the table, a new silk beside it. As soon as Amal is up and and around the house, Varian will be herding him into the kitchen to show off all his hard work. ]
Happy birthday, Dad! I made you breakfast! And- and a cake!
[Amal has been working, keeping himself busy as usual, though not too far away—and he's not doing anything alone. He can tell Varian is up to something but this is... fairly normal for Varian, and Amal's just happy to spend time with his adopted son. He's certain Varian is going to move out for real soon so he's appreciating the little moments when he gets them.
Funny enough, Amal forgets it's his birthday. He blinks for a moment at the incredible breakfast spread.]
Wait... this is for me? You really did this for me? You even made little breakfast pastries, they look perfect! All of this looks so delicious, I can't believe... and a whole cake. [He covers his mouth.] ... I... might have forgotten my own birthday, wow, time really flies, haha! Come here—
[He pulls Varian into a big bear hug, overwhelmingly grateful, and then he notices the gifts.]
My little chingari, you shouldn't have. You know you didn't need to get me anything! [He's not really used to celebrating his birthday at all, even.] This silk is gorgeous... and this box, is this for me, too? Can I open it or should I wait?
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text; un: rschwarzer
This might sound crazy, but I just ran into a talking horse and I think she's from another world. She's looking for a way to get home and I've got nothing for her... I thought it would be best if she got in contact with you guys, but, uh
Horse. So. You see how this is a bit difficult
text; un: riftdancer
talking horse? got it! where is she? i'll make my way down there right now
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Amal? Forgive me for suddenly contacting you, but I have to ask. You...you know G'raha?
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His tone is deceptively light, but it has a sort of danger behind it, like his tongue could turn into a dagger at any moment.]
I do not! Not at all. As you can plainly see, I confused the man on the network for someone I know with a similar name, and he is hardly the same person.
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uhhh here's my address. i'm off today so i'm here
[And he attaches his address!]
smol action?
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[And he just sends a picture because. How does he even explain this.]
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we have room in the back don't worry
lady dansara will just have to share her stable
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text; un: BlueOrchestra
Hello! Amal, right?
This is Elliot, the guy from that farm a couple months ago. [You know, the one who kept turning into a cat] Sorry to bother you, but I have a bit of...awkward question.
Are you...er, do you use marijuana?
text; un: riftdancer
i do not, but maybe i can still help. what do you need?
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text | un: bowfaire
Permit me first to apologize for any misstep of etiquette I may make in writing this letter. These phones are yet unfamiliar to me, as are any expectations regarding their use that may exist. With that out of the way, allow me to get to the point. I am Claude von Riegan, a recent arrival to this world from elsewhere, and in the process of making inquiries into the nature of what had happened to me your name arose as one of the first to find your way to this place. I was additionally told that you would be amenable to being asked some questions about this, though if that was in error please disregard the rest of this and enjoy the rest of your day.
Should you be inclined, however; allow me to ask what those early days of your arrival were like. Did you pass through a labyrinth, between your world of origin and this one? If so, what was it like? With the assumption, of course, that you're comfortable sharing that with me, as I'm to understand these spaces can be somewhat personal. Otherwise, in what part of the city did you first arrive? Did anyone seem to be expecting you? Have there been any major changes to the way and frequency with which people arrive here that you've noticed?
I apologize, additionally, for this barrage of questions. I hope that you can understand my curiosity under these circumstances. There's simply so much to learn here, and so much that has yet to be uncovered. The others I've encountered have been remarkably helpful and forthcoming in teaching me the ways and means of this world, but the details of how and why we come to arrive here seem to still be a mystery. Perhaps if all of us work together, though, we can begin to make some sense of it.
Your humble servant,
Claude von Riegan
text; un: riftdancer 1/2
be at ease friend!!!
there's no need to be so formal with me, not even a little bit
i grew up with dirty hands and knees on the streets, i'm not satrap material. not even close
plus you'll find most people actually send much shorter messages unless something serious is happening
now let me see what i can illuminate for you
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sry this is so late i am finally feeling only HALF dead instead of all the way dead. thx covid
sometimes you die a little and that's okay
LMAOOO
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text: un: trienemybest
Varian's not sure how Amal will react to what he needs to tell him, what's fair to tell him at this point. He's scared the man might walk away forever- that's...a very real fear. But he knows he can't hide it from him anymore, either.]
Hey. Are you busy? Can we talk?
text; un: riftdancer
hey varian! not busy at all.
do you want to come over? everyone else is out for the day
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voice; un: noxxed
That is, to say, that Amal will be getting this call preeeeeeeetty late in the day, and for once, Nox is all voice.]
Please tell me you and Dushan are free sometime soon, otherwise I'm gonna blow a fucking gasket and I really don't want to piss off my landlord by putting a hole in the wall.
[His voice? Livid. Absolutely livid. He's so mad Amal will probably hear the shaking in his voice, wound up so tight with nowhere to put this overwhelming bout of energy.
What he's seenβ Amal, of all people, would know the sort of emotion behind it, he'd relate to it. But even then...]
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Hey, [he says with all the gentle concern he can muster.] Deep breaths, my friend. We can talk about it, fight about it, whatever you need.
[then, with some levity:]
As you know, I suddenly and tragically can't dance so my boss is fine with me taking some time off.
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[He sounds so cheerful when he says this. Then again, Apollo is a Lot, and he does love his Dad.]
He's also the god of poetry, plagues and diseases, music, and the arts! Dad's just not as associated with things like dance because he kinda gave that over to the Nine Muses. But poetry and music are the big forms of creativity for him.
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Poetry, plague... very interesting!
[He hesitates.]
The Muses, you say? Was one of them perhaps named Terpsichore?
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UN: Zodiac; 12/1
Congratulations! You've been specially selected to take part in our first annual Secret Santa holiday gift exchange! π
This year, you'll be giving a gift to Crowley! Please try to find a nice gift for them by December 25th! And remember, Secret Santa always works best when it's a surprise!
We highly recommend you participate, as no one wants to suffer on the holidays!
Thank you, and enjoy the season! βοΈ
[As usual, any replies will receive no response from Zodiac]
not here
But it perfectly explains why he gets a lovely gift box from a kid in mid-December. Amal realizes he needs to get his shit together. As usual. This time, there is a Threat.
Fuckin' Zodiac.]
Voice; un: afflatus_oathkeeper After the Zodiac race
He's stalling, he knows he is. Gwayne takes a deep breath and bites the bullet.]
Amal? This is Gwayne. I've something important to discuss with you, when you have a free moment.
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Maybe this is something Gwayne is feeling personally. In that case, Amal can be supportive!]
I'm free. Do you want to come over? I can put on some tea.
If you want something harder, I've got that too.
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text: un: trienemybest
He likes the idea of being able to do some good here, and perhaps the people already having to prove themselves too is exactly the place to start with that. But he wants to see what Amal thinks, first. Hell, he knows he'll need permission anyway, the paperwork might not be done yet, but Amal's still his legal guardian and does get a say in this.
...But honestly, he holds more value in what the man has to say about all of this. That matters a lot. ]
Hey, could I get your opinion on something?
text; un: riftdancer
[He'd seen the announcement but hadn't thought much about it personally... Boy is he in for a surprise.]
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un: noxxed
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look last month was hell on me and it uh
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mood with the whole bathroom incident you had a while ago
text; un: riftdancer
holy shit
are you
are you okay?
you aren't texting me from a shed are you?
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evening of 6/2, text; un: kesitakame
i transformed into a dragon
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oh dear.]
why does this keep happening to my friends
are you okay? do you need me to
i dont know
come over and coax you into human being again
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backdated to 6/1
Happy birthday, Dad!
I know you like swords and cooking, so I figured I'd put them together for you. You can absolutely still use it as a weapon- Rapunzel hits people with frying pans all the same. They're surprisingly effective! But hey, also great for breakfast! It's called Eggscalibur, which is a joke I belatedly realise you might not get. Just ask me, I can tell you. Hope you have a good day!
Love, Varian.
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He texts Varian since he might be off doing apprentice things.]
thank you for the present!!! this is AMAZING. best present i've ever gotten on my nameday!!! also it fries eggs like a champion
i feel like i've heard the name before but i dont know how it's spelled
what's it mean?
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probably during the five guys adventure, text; un: kesitakame
As if him being gone wasn't stressful enough, he was typing but punctuation was not a thing.]
rose and i are free as is ser vittore who got taken with us
forgive me for causing you concern and being so bold but there is a favor i must ask of you
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thank everything you're all safe
name it my brother
what can i do for you?
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this is a real tag
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what if i existed simultaneously in all your inbox at once, also post kidnapping, action
[All of the plans she'd made faded into oblivion the moment she hit the couch. Shopping with Zero, gardening with Jun, everything she'd planned on doing was suddenly less important once she was in a safe place. The first few days she's staying with him, she existed as nothing but a potato on the couch. She does, at least, consume the food given to her, and the effort to make Hingan cuisine does not go unnoticed.]
[Around day three or four she actually feels human enough to speak again, and when she does, she'll find Amal. Or wait for Amal to exist in the living room so she doesn't have to actually go anywhere.]
Thank you. Truly. I--didn't want to be alone. Not after everything that happened.
[She's not even making fun of him. That's how you know it's serious.]
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It's when he's bringing Rose leftover chicken biryani for lunch that he sees she's awake and not just lumped on the couch covered in pillows and blankets. And hey, this is the best seat in the house for Netflix, so.]
Hey...
[Maybe she's ready to talk. In that case, he sets lunch down on the coffee table for her to eat when she's ready. Amal kneels on the floor beside Rose and looks up at her, smiling a little. She seems more present than before, more alive. But he knows as well as anyone that this kind of thing isn't recoverable in a week, a month, maybe not even a year. This will stay with her the rest of her life, as sure as he still wears the marks of the whip now.]
I understand. You don't have to explain.
[He reaches out to gently take her hand in both of his, though if she flinches or pulls back he won't pursue.]
As I told Takame, you'll always have a home here. Scintilla too, though she's more likely to take us in, she's that strong. [Truly the holder of the braincell right now.]
... Listen, Rose...
A long time ago, I went through something similar. Now—I'm not the most well-adjusted guy on the block, [he says with a trace of wry humor,] but I can be here. I can walk beside you through the flames. I could even carry you if you like, but something tells me you would rather navigate all of this under your own willpower.
So we'll go at your pace. One step at a time. Together.
cw for all the heavy things
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cw: aftereffects of brainwashing
cw: abuse also 1/2
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text: un: trienemybest
I don't know what to do.
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[He thought maybe he got lost or something but apparently not.]
i'm so sorry varian
i wish i knew what to tell you. there's not really anything we can do.....
one of the first friends i made here... that happened to him, too. we still talk occasionally but he doesn't remember the app at all
but you two were closer than that......
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UN: hikari-vi | Text | Early October
Are you free this weekend? I was thinking if you were interested, we could go to Hyrule so you could get some fight practice in.
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i usually work but i'm taking this weekend off so i can get some things done around the house
what you're offering sounds way more interesting though
i've been feeling weird lately, I think maybe some of my strength is coming back. perfect chance to test that!
when do you want to go?
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Action post event
He's aware he's still... kinda messy after the ship, but at least he doesn't have his own corpse in tow. He closes his eyes, taking a moment, before calling out. ]
Dad? ... Dad, you home?
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Then he hears Varian call again, and he pops up from behind a rhododendron.]
Varian? Varian! Thank goodness!
[He drops everything and rips his gloves off and sweeps the poor boy into his arms with almost suffocating strength (sorry), just the biggest nutmeg scented hug one can give, and then he drops to his knees.]
It wasn't a fishing trip. Was it?
Why did I think it was a fishing trip? Gods, how long have you been gone? My head feels like—someone... something messed with it, I don't like that. Little spark, are you hurt? Here, let me see—
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un: wilder | voice
Say, do you know a Zulius?
voice; un: riftdancer
Oh, Zulius? He's great! He owns the Vogue—you know, the theater that does the big pride shows in June? Great bar, too. He donated a pair of short shorts that make my butt look amazing, so I put his name on them and wear them when I do shows. Free advertising~
Do you want me to introduce you? He loves new friends. The guy he's dating is Nox's grumpy dad—didn't see that one coming, I have to say.
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After that whole POKEGO mess
More to the point, he opened his mouth and shoved his foot as far in as he could and he needs to do some damage control before Amal hears this from anywhere else. So, he's quietly been making some tea, because this feels like the right way to go about this. Once it's made and steeping nicely in the pot, he takes a tray out to his father, a little surprised with the nervousness that's started crawling in his stomach. He's gotten a lot better when it comes to desperately needing approval, but he's still a little worried about how Amal might take this. ]
Hey, Dad. I brought you some tea. Can we uh... talk?
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He pats the spot next to him on the Turkish couch.]
Here, sit next to me. [He tugs the coffee table a little closer so they can set the tea on it.] Thanks for the tea. Is... this because I talked to Gil?
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[ APRIL 1ST ]
It's in as quickly as it's out, and behind it leaves a pile of about 17 different coloured rubber ducks, as well as a small two-pack of beautiful looking japanese sweets. They look like art, really. When eating them, they're flavoured Earl Grey Tea and Lemon. Some flavours are just better than others. Underneath the gifts is a note in big, loopy handwriting. ]
Thanks for being a Pal, and helping out a guy in his time of need. Sampo Koski never forgets his friends, nor does he forget to say thank you! So, THANK YOU! This is just a small token of my adoring affection and unending appreciation. I'll see you around!
[ it's signed with a signature that's so exaggerated you can really only make out the word 'Sam'. ]
Action: 1 June
A box has also been carefully placed on the table, a new silk beside it. As soon as Amal is up and and around the house, Varian will be herding him into the kitchen to show off all his hard work. ]
Happy birthday, Dad! I made you breakfast! And- and a cake!
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Funny enough, Amal forgets it's his birthday. He blinks for a moment at the incredible breakfast spread.]
Wait... this is for me? You really did this for me? You even made little breakfast pastries, they look perfect! All of this looks so delicious, I can't believe... and a whole cake. [He covers his mouth.] ... I... might have forgotten my own birthday, wow, time really flies, haha! Come here—
[He pulls Varian into a big bear hug, overwhelmingly grateful, and then he notices the gifts.]
My little chingari, you shouldn't have. You know you didn't need to get me anything! [He's not really used to celebrating his birthday at all, even.] This silk is gorgeous... and this box, is this for me, too? Can I open it or should I wait?
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