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EVENT #1: THE EMPTY THRONE (PT 2)

The Empty Throne Pt 2
ESCAPE
As more and more of the prisoners awaken to the Pleroma's power, it soon becomes clear that conflict is inevitable. Strength that was locked away blossoms once again, and simply waiting is no longer an option; those that remain in the cavern have made their choice, and they will not be kept there so easily.

By means that may not be immediately apparent, the Pleroma have found themselves able to cast a spell that will ensure their freedom... but only if they can last the half hour it may take to complete. Whatever this power, Xishen, the Aion orchestrator of the Kenoma's ritual, seems able to sense it. As it begins, she will appear at each of the Kenoma's sides.

"The Pleroma has taken hold of them," she says. "Stop them now, or when you see them again, it will be as your mortal enemies. If you believe in the Kenoma's promise, take a stand. The Regent is watching."

For those that heed her, it will not be hard to find the congregation of Pleroma, the first seeds of their teleportation magic taking form. What's more, the fires of their hope have been stoked by this new chance at survival, granted them a surge of energy born of the Pleroma, compensating for the poor state of their bodies. The tension comes to a head, between those that would follow the Regent's path towards a better universe, and those that would seize the wild power of the Pleroma to escape.

Whatever violence ensues, eventually it will come to an end. Despite the Kenoma's efforts, the teleportation spell will come to fruition, enveloping the Pleroma in a sea of light and warmth. The Kenoma can only watch as fractals of blinding color whisk the Pleroma away.

VALLEY OF INNOCENCE
You will find yourself at the Shrine of the Innocent, surrounded by a valley of flourishing wildflowers. As you step from the shade of the monument, you will find your arrived here just in time to enjoy a warm spring spring morning, the sound of birds and gentle breezes tickling your ears. The sun slowly drifts past the horizon, its rays reaching out to you, as if in comfort. The air itself is alight with a strange aura of peace, as if committing violence here would be a sacrilege. There are no man made structures as far as your eyes can see.

Flowers of all shapes and sizes can be found here, and so can fresh water and various fruits and berries. All of them are safe to eat, and seemingly grow in abundance. There are animals here as well, all the common types one would expect from a place like Earth, with the occasional odd addition. While you can try to hunt them, you will find yourself unable to follow through on any attempts to hurt the creatures here. In turn, they regard you as familiar, and will fearlessly wander close as they inspect these new arrivals. In the distance, you may even catch sight of what appears to be a unicorn, only for its ephemeral shape to disappear from sight just as quickly.

The Pleroma will find safety and comfort here for a time, before they recover enough to travel onward. At some point during the afternoon of the first day, they may spot the occasional humanoid figure moving in the distance; when attempting to move in their direction, they will find an assortment of clothing set out across the grass as if in offering. It will come in many sizes but in mostly plain colors, fitting a general aesthetic of 'things a fantasy peasant might wear'. There will also be some blankets, wrapped cheese, jams, jerky, and bread left alongside them.

While there are trees and brush enough to find shelter, the Pleroma will find they hardly need to while resting here. The weather will be picturesque, a comfortable temperature even at night, and there will be no disruptive rain or aggressive wind. Of course, nothing lasts forever, and even though there could stay here for days, what if the Regent's forces are on their way? Once again, they must find the strength to carry on.

THE TRIWATER
As the Pleroma vanish, those claimed by the Kenoma are left in the darkness of the throne room. The Hylician soldiers are clearly agitated by the fighting, but Xishen herself seems unflustered. She will only sigh before quietly coming to the aid of any Kenoma that still need it, providing some light healing magics and explaining that their work here is over. With the Pleroma gone, all that's left to do is to return to Achamoth.

Things move quickly from there. The camp grounds are packed up, and soon enough the Kenoma will be ushered towards the river at the edge of the forest, to board a particularly large river vessel. As the Hylician soldiers prepare to go their separate ways, you will be told that you are to take the Triwater river to the capital city of Achamoth, where you will finally meet your new master, the Regent. The vessel is big enough for all of you, and it will set off the moment everyone is boarded. Suddenly, the world of entrapment and ruins you've been living in since your arrival will be left behind, leaving you to ponder the nature of your future.

The boat itself is well equipped and comfortable for what it is. A variety of colorful hammocks are hung in the lower decks and are open to be claimed for the journey back, which will take a day or two. The Kenoma will be offered a change of clothes of a similar style to what they already have if necessary, and there are plenty of blankets and cushions available to make life in the hold more comfortable. There are dice available for games of chance as well as some mystifying decks of cards that seems to have twelve suits with five cards each, themed around the Legacies. The twelfth suit is for the Regent.

Though the sailors controlling the vessel will mostly keep to themselves and leave the Kenoma alone, one of them will occasionally play harp music on the deck. Though they probably don't actually need help running the ship, they will let the Kenoma help them with chores and ship running tasks if they are so inclined; generally speaking, these sailors just seem like normal people, albeit a bit shy of their passengers. If you're polite to them, they may even gives you a river tour of Horos. On this ride alone, you'll get to see several magnificent bridges spanning the Triwater's width. At night, you are treated to a clear spring sky filled with stars.

As you make it closer to Achamoth, you'll notice the landscape shift, becoming mountainous and dotted with more and more military watch posts. The land becomes increasingly lifeless in a way that's hard to put your finger on, nature giving way to man-made creations of impressive architectural prowess. Soon, you will meet the person behind it all.

QUESTIONS
Can my Kenoma character fight against other Kenoma and/or help the Pleroma?
Yes, though if you do this you must describe what your character has done in a reply to the "Committed Actions" top-level below. This way, the mods can be aware of what happened and have your character treated accordingly. They are unlikely to receive immediate consequences if they don't hurt their fellow Kenoma, but their choices will follow them into Achamoth. If a Kenoma vs Kenoma conflict escalates into serious violence (attempted or successful) committed by the Kenoma rebel, Xishen will intervene and consequences will happen immediately which may restrict their actions until the next event post.

Can our characters leave the valley?
They can, yes, but really this event is just meant to cover the day or two they spend recovering before finding a more permanent place to go. You are free to have your character investigate the valley and probe the spaces beyond it, but please save any plans for large scale travel to the next event, which will be happening on April 2nd. The game will move into a 1:1 time ratio as of then.

Can our characters leave the boat?
Technically yes, but any Kenoma who wander too far will get in trouble. You are expected to report to the Regent, and behaving as if you are considering doing otherwise will not make an good impression.

Does the hope-based Pleroma boost last into the valley?
The boost to Pleroma characters will fade shortly after arriving in the valley, like coming down from a high. They'll have to recover the normal way from there.

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[personal profile] lifespanned 2022-03-28 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Misa shakes her head, expression going grim. Yes, it would be nice if a kind world was something that could be achieved by willpower alone. But for some, it was impossible for them to become good or kind - they were beyond help, and only caused suffering. Those kinds of people needed to be eradicated from the world. Only then could that lack of kindness in the world truly be dealt with. ]

That's not enough, Abel...

[ She grits that out, letting out a short sigh. ]

I don't want any more people to hurt, ever again. Like I have... [ She doesn't elaborate, not now. There's no time, is there? Only her desires are left, intense and set in stone. ] If there was a way without sacrifice... that would be easy, wouldn't it? But these things, they're not so simple.

[ Is she talking about the past, or the present? It's hard to tell. What's for certain is that she's wholly accepted that to achieve a goal like that— there's a price to be paid. Changing the world is never something as easy as people deciding to do better, and she seems well aware of it. Only understanding kindness when there's a lack of it? To Misa, that's as good as leaving the world as rotten as it is. ]

It can be this way. Really, it can. Trust me.
Edited 2022-03-28 00:02 (UTC)
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[personal profile] lifespanned 2022-03-28 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ He'll get just the reaction he's looking for; she claps her hands once with delight at the trick, entertained and pulled in all the same. ]

Oh— I can't see anything like that. I'm just a normal girl. But I'm pretty good at guessing these things. [ She spins the lie as naturally as if it were the truth, positively beaming. ] It's something to do with the way you act. You seem kind of... whimsical!

[ Which has only been confirmed to her with the casual way he brought out the party tricks. ]

You must be some kind of fire magician then, right?
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[personal profile] lifespanned 2022-03-28 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her reaction to that is an immediate one: she makes a frustrated sound, bapping him again in the shoulder. ]

No!! That's not good enough!! You could get that from joining the other side!!

[ Misa herself isn't even aware of how she's potentially helping him by keeping him occupied with her issues instead of letting someone who can actually pull some weight take care of him. In the moment, she's just trying to save her (pseudo) friend. They bonded! For coming out of that crystal at the same time! It's basically the same as being friends, in this situation!! ]

Why aren't you telling me? It's not like I'm gonna tattle on you!!

[personal profile] expiera 2022-03-28 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
[But life often makes no sense, too. All the injustice, all the cruelties, all the tragedies. People don't necessarily get their just desserts, good people suffer while bad ones walk free. Just see this as an extension of that; it'll make things easier.

It's rhetoric she doesn't get to spew, but the dagger served its purpose. It firmly declared the period for chitchat as over, marking the start to a pointless fight simply because the tyrant's representative willed it so. Besides, she's told the other woman already last time: she's unable to reinvent herself, so all she can do is continue as she's had before.

The rock finds mark. Not at the knee exactly, but slightly above on the thigh. It's hard to tell if any attempt at dodging it was made, the only sign Ciel gives that she's felt it being a slight furrowing of her brows. It doesn't seem to have affected her balance, however, or anything else of significance at all, as she's rushing forth towards Caitlyn the next moment. She may well recover that dagger for herself before Ciel gets too close, however, the other woman clearly doesn't care and is singularly focused on getting in melee range to deliver a punch to her abdomen.]
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[personal profile] lifespanned 2022-03-28 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ She catches it— the slight softening of his response, if it can be called that. The words are rough, but there's little malice underneath. And it's that little sign that inspires her to feel confident with acting haughty again, pointing a finger at him. ]

So what you're saying is that you're completely normal, just like me.

[ The words are almost smug, but similar to him, they're not really demeaning or berating. Actually, she feels glad to find someone else that isn't some insane robot or a magician. Not that she'd ever let him have the satisfaction of knowing that it's comforting to have someone a little more similar to her around. ]

We're in the same, boat then. Well— other than literally. You can't make fun of me at all!

[ Because in the grand scheme of things... doesn't this mean he's equally as useless as she is? In her mind, now she really has no reason to feel intimidated. ]
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[personal profile] lifespanned 2022-03-28 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
I mean..... sort of?

[ She says that honestly from her little perch, peering down at the woman before her. Yeah, she's looking a little green, and it's not just the hair. ]

Have you not been on a ship before?

[personal profile] expiera 2022-03-28 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
[...Unbelievable. This idiot is as good as asking her "yes please beat me up more", simply because he's curious? Of course it occurs to her that he may be messing around trying to keep her attention solely on him just to buy time, since she's not devoid of common sense (unlike him). For better or worse, however, she doesn't mind the stalling: she cares more about putting on a show than really prevent their escape. So where does that leave them?

He was so fast and commanding of real power, before. Where did it all go? He may want to pump out more of whatever that was, as one moment she was walking, and the next, she's a blur darting straight for him. There's no killing intent however, if he's capable of discerning such an aura, and if he doesn't do something or react fast enough, he'll find himself pressed harder into the stone wall with her hand firmly clutched around his neck. His feet would also no longer be touching the ground, despite the fact that he has a good 10 centimetres over her. Crossing that distance in an eyeblink and drag-lifting him up as if he were a rag doll, while looking at him as if he were trash...

Is this what he's into wanted??]
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i feel bad for lottie if her only option is eustace

[personal profile] lockedon 2022-03-28 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Are any of them in a good place right now, tbh?

But he can hear the edge of hysterics leaking out of her voice, and see the tension radiating off her body. Even if he's physically clinging on by a thread, mentally he's always been resilient. This woman obviously needs more help than he does at the moment. He sighs, fighting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose (which would only result in another wave of pain anyway). ]


Take a deep breath. [ Or ten. ] Sit down if you need it.

[ Truthfully this is more for his own benefit than hers, because he is wholly unequipped to deal with a woman on the verge of having a panic attack, but she doesn't need to know that. ]

Do you have bandages?

[ If giving her some sort of distraction to focus on instead of her own deteriorating mental state will help, then he will offer himself up as an unwilling patient for the time being. ]
oomfies: ๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“‚๐’ป๐’พ๐‘’๐“ˆ (๐Ÿ’š impressions.)

[personal profile] oomfies 2022-03-28 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Damn.. That's a good question. She pales - ]

Does a cruise count?!
oomfies: ๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“‚๐’ป๐’พ๐‘’๐“ˆ (๐Ÿงป bawl.)

well.... there are the cave rocks i suppose

[personal profile] oomfies 2022-03-28 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ Don't mind if she do!! Sit down.. I mean. Although it takes Lottie a few moments of hesitance before taking a seat beside him, on his rock. Now stationary, she can feel just how lightheaded she is, how her legs jitter as she sits, and it's the most terrible feeling in the world, right now. She inhales shakily, staring down at her hands until he asks her a question.

The answer doesn't dawn on her for a few moments, too busy focusing on herself until she gasps quietly. A hand moves to shift through her things she's stored in her pocket, and procures a roll of bandages. One she's received from some of the other Kenoma faction, here, in order to make herself useful. ]


Um, yeah, I do.. I know a lot about first aid, [ As a result of her Crippling Allergiesโ„ข ] and stuff so I thought.. I don't know!

[personal profile] expiera 2022-03-28 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
If she notices the look on his face, she says nothing of it. It wasn't her intent to offend him, but they should have no need to walk around eggshells with each other either.

So she follows his gaze back up, and while she hasn't had the opportunity to learn herself, busy resting for most of that day, it was not difficult to spot out the brightest star cluster of them all.

"I do. I haven't had a chance to ask about them, however. Have you heard an interesting story?"
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[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-03-28 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ That she's trying to do everything she can to help him in her own way is sweet, even if it isn't likely to sway him on this particular one. He will tense his shoulders a little as she starts to hit him, laughing a little as if this is all a perfectly harmless interaction, and people aren't fighting for their lives around them. ]

There's not much else to tell though. I decided I didn't want to accept what was being offered, but I don't want to stay here either.

[ He reaches up finally to see if he can gently take her hand, and try and subtly see if he can make her let go of his arm. ]

Is it really a problem if we all leave in some other way instead of joining?
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[personal profile] salvageable 2022-03-28 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ glances away

The longer this is drawn out, the more he's having trouble reading her. There's no doubt in his mind that she has the strength to completely dismantle him, and maybe it's because he's putting on a front as well, but he can't shake the impression that she's not entirely serious about this.

Well, if they're both going to be playing that game...

When she races toward him, Dokja sees the path she takes, knows where it is her hand is aimed, and yet he doesn't resist or evade when he most certainly could. As soon as he feels the wrap of fingers around his throat, Dokja's own hand lashes out to grab her wrist to keep her in place as his other hand forms a fist, lightning rapidly crackling back to life as he sends it hurtling toward her torso with a speed matching her own.

There's no hesitation this time, but should it connect, it's a fraction of the power that he would normally use in serious combat. ]
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i'm rooting for lottie and those cave rocks

[personal profile] lockedon 2022-03-28 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ He will be a generous soul this once and allow her to sit on what is obviously his rock, with his name written all over it.

Just kidding, he doesn't actually give a damn, the pros of not having a woman break down in tears in front of him far outweighing any discomfort brought about by having his personal space invaded. Besides, the sooner they catch their breath the sooner they can both be out of here. To where? Probably not anywhere great, but presumably they won't be surrounded by the metallic scent of blood and the leftover residue from a hellish battle fought.

He is a little surprised to hear she's come well-prepared, and more surprised to hear of her experience with first aid. Sorry, he can and will judge someone by their immediate outward appearance. ]


It's a useful skill. Be more confident in your abilities. [ One day his encouragement won't sound like negging. ] If you think you can be helpful, then you can.
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[personal profile] lockedon 2022-03-28 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ He files that information away, recalling just enough of the battle in the cavern to remember the sight of her brandishing a whip. One of the few weapons he'd never learned to use, his own preference for guns manifestng early on in his training, but she'd appeared competent enough (insofar as he can judge these types of things). Not someone to be on the wrong side of—though considering the beating he'd taken, neither are several of their former compatriots.

But, speaking of the whip, another question bubbles to the surface. He lifts his gaze, expression tinged with a hint of curiosity. ]


Were you able to use the whip? [ And, realizing the lack of clarity in his question, he adds: ] The way the soldiers were using them before.

[ Back when they were all equal prisoners in the eyes of whatever god this land prays to. ]
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ty for your service dextera

[personal profile] lockedon 2022-03-28 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Thought not.

It's with another resigned sigh that he shuffles away the memory of the lone meal they'd shared and mentally readjusts Dextera's status in his head from 'tolerable acquaintence' to 'enemy.' Not a change he would have wanted to make on his own, but there are plenty of things he'd been forced into doing that he hadn't fully wanted to. What's one more to add to the pile?

He takes stock of Dextera's build and height, and the apparent lack of weapons in the other man's hands. There's always the risk of magic to be had but there's little he can do about it now save for keeping his eyes and ears open and reacting appropriately. For now, best to start with something simple so he can gauge what he's up against. A forward lunge, one hand striking downwards in a smooth arc, the tip of his dagger pointed outward as it swings for Dextera's left leg. An attempt to wound and disable, rather than kill. ]
oomfies: ๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“‚๐’ป๐’พ๐‘’๐“ˆ (๐Ÿ’š bricked.)

"One day his encouragement won't sound like negging." HELP

[personal profile] oomfies 2022-03-28 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ That is.. Surprisingly encouraging? In a way she hadn't expected.. At all? And it isn't just because he's a weird guy with dog ears (worn for cosplay, she presumes) that she doesn't know, but it's because she generally isn't used to words that aren't.. Prickly. Or secretly shady. Backhanded when she thinks they're genuine.

She looks up at him with her teary eyes, and her deep frown. Lets her nails pick at the thread fraying the edges of the Ye Oldeโ„ข bandages she's got. ]


But.. But I can't fight. [ She bites down the 'I can't do anything' that wants to slip through her lips, because he said be confident and she's trying.. Sort of. ] I don't even know if I can eat any of the food they have here without dying!

[personal profile] expiera 2022-03-28 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Bows, guns, swords, lances... She's done a little bit of everything, jack of all trades was really the most succinct way of putting it.

She briefly glances up in turn at his question, but there isn't any change of expression on her face, and within the next beat, she's back at looking over his arm again.

...]


To an extent. [It will did happen. Looks away] There did seem to be some effect when I tried. [Which was just once, to be fair, but she's not saying that first part out loud. If there was a second time, it wasn't on purpose, but it COULD explain why Estinien suddenly snapped, come to think of it.]
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Ernesto Salas | Pleroma | Open

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-03-28 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ The escape from the ritual cavern wasn't easy on anyone. Both sides seemed to take their fair share of beatings, and it seemed like no one came out of the confrontation completely unscathed. Even if they managed to avoid any sort of severe injury, everyone who made it into this valley had suffered in that dank dungeon for a prolonged period of time with inadequate food and water.

It's all to say that no one is looking good here, and so Ernesto has been keeping his mouth shut about his own injury, and refusing to complain about the pain. It's no worse than what anyone else here has suffered, and there are enough people on this side able to do patch jobs in a pinch. He's managed to fasten a makeshift sling from the tattered remains of the gown he'd been forced to wear for so long (though not before washing off the worst of the bloodstains), to keep his arm pinned still, so he didn't rip the wound on his right shoulder open again.

What a lucky time to be a southpaw.

As he gets adjusts to the short respite in the valley, it's easy to catch him puttering about in different ways.

A. Maybe you come across him examining a fresh round of supplies with a suspicious look on his face. He'd been fast to change into the clean clothing, but his stomach is still sensitive from his time in the ritual room, and he's been hesitant about the food.

If he notices anyone looking at him, he smiles uneasily at them.
]

Just wondering about our mysterious benefactors, and their reasons for leaving this all for us. It's a little strange they refuse to stick around and say hello, isn't it?

[ B. Or maybe you'll come across him sitting by the river, shirt hiked up over his shoulder on the right side as he slowly peels away some bandaging where Eustace decided to stick a danger in him. It's probably not the most pleasant sight in the world, but look, a guy has to keep his wound clean somehow.

C. Then again, he is trying to take it easy, so it's also easy enough to find him just staring off into space, expression hard to read as he takes in the sights of the picturesque valley around him. There's even a little rabbit sitting near his feet, that's sniffing at the fingers of his own good hand as he holds it out to the little critter.

He'll at least look up briefly if anyone approaches, before looking down at the rabbit instead.
]

It's funny, but somehow it feels more surreal being in this spot than anything else has so far.
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[personal profile] lockedon 2022-03-28 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ In some ways, it's better to know that Ernesto has some measure of skill on the battlefield, though such a thing should have been obvious from their talk weeks ago. Even if it increases the amount of time he'll have to fight, the thought of having to take on an untrained civilian fills him with no small amount of distaste. At least the two of them are on a more level playing field this way.

Not that he enjoys going after Ernesto either, but presumably the man can take more of a beating if push comes to shove. He'd better be able to, his tumble towards the ground looking none too pleasant even if he's already rolling to minimize the damage done. But Eustace isn't about to waste this possible opening, already following behind as he tilts his body downwards, hands outstretched as he tries to grab at the flimsy white fabric of Ernesto's clothes in order to roll him onto his back. ]
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so sorry for the delay, vacation really took it out of me

[personal profile] lockedon 2022-03-28 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Between the numerous primal beasts he's had to hunt down and escaped convicts of all backgrounds and races he's had to fight - to say nothing of the battles he's observed as a supporter on the sidelines - he's brushed against any variety of combat techniques and magical talents.

Even so, none of it really prepares him for the sudden speed at which the other man moves, here and then gone in what may as well be the blink of an eye. He barely has time to tilt his head upwards, ears ramrod straight as they strain for any hint of incoming noise or movement, before he catches sight of a blaze of orange-red hurtling towards him. Instinct bails him out, his body curling in on itself as he throws himself into a roll across the ground to avoid the worst of the blast. As he exits, one arm throws itself out, the dagger previously held between his fingers now hurtling out towards the lumbering shape where he calculates the other man should have landed.

Clearly he's not going to have much time to catch his breath during this fight.
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[personal profile] regretsor 2022-03-28 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[The ears swivel to lay flat against his head and he bares his teeth at the other. They're more fang-like now and his canines are much larger than average.]

Don't you patronize me. [Childe's attitude does nothing, but seems to irritate the man even more. In a situation like this, taking a nonconfrontational option would probably be the most ideal. It's too bad that Yoo Joonghyuk's usual first choice is to fight first.

There's also no way he would humor such a ridiculous request.
] Over my dead body. [As if he'd let anyone other than Dokja touch them. He's especially not going to let a complete stranger on the opposing side touch them.]

You didn't come here just to ask me to pet my damn ears did you?
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[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-03-28 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ More level, though it's hard to really call this even. Only one of them is armed, and only one of them has had any chance at real food and rest in the past few weeks. That Ernesto has managed to avoid the business end of one of Eustace's daggers so far is no small feat.

He's wondering how long that is going to last as Eustace has him in a vulnerable position now. Gritting his teeth, Ernesto forces himself to roll forward even as Eustace grabs onto his gown. It's the fact that it is such flimsy fabric that saves him this time, because the cheap stuff gives way, ripping off in Eustace's hands as Ernesto manages to turn over onto his stomach. It's not much better of a position to be in, but it lets him get a knee under himself, to quickly bring himself up into a kneeling position at least.

Shame about how much of his back is exposed now, but he'll deal with running around naked in freedom if they can just get the hell out of this mess.
]
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[personal profile] hippocarnival 2022-03-28 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Uh--right. [Yuya looks aside awkwardly.] Are you okay? That was... a lot?
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[personal profile] regretsor 2022-03-28 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[He can tell the other was angry and he only vaguely wonders as to why. What was the reason for them to be so furious to have them do something so reckless? It's not something he really cares other than that it's really just inconveniencing him in particular.

How annoying.
]

Is that so?

[He lets go of the scabbard and easily sidesteps out of the kick. If it were anyone else, they might be more merciful. It's too bad three turns of the apocalypse really changes someone. He grabs Gen's ankle as he dodges; using the momentum to throw the other towards the closest wall. Even ignoring the difference in stature, the strength in which the man launches the teen is still kinda ridiculous.]

Are you really in a position to say such words? [He starts walking towards where he had thrown the other.] What are you getting out of picking a fight with me?

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