she laughs again, easy, taking the shove. based on what he's told her so far, she can't imagine he's not capable, she just bullies as her favorite pastime. as long as strohl doesn't ever seem to mind, she's sticking to it.
[ if he minded being bullied he'd have zero friends. he has like. three of them. but still!!! easy easy, though more serious now, he sets a hand to his chin.]
Mm. Kiruko asked the owl toy a question about surviving all this, surviving Death - apparently it answered a question truthfully. And the owl said...
[ wrinkling his nose as he recites: ] There is no surviving against Death, only beating it at its own game unexpectedly. Death comes for all, but the turnabout begins when all is whole and the alarm goes off.
So, that's what we were knocking our heads together about before... all of this. [ before sims. ] Where the alarm could be, and what it meant to have 'all whole'.
[ a little half smile. good for her. she tilts her head back, thinking. ]
When all is whole, huh. Do you think that means once all of us are here? Looks sort of like we're going to end up all together one way or another. [ ... ] Good guess at the red light being an alarm or something. It looked like every time it pulsed, stuff froze or broke.
I couldn't reach it, but I bet we could all figure something out.
Maybe. [ though the idea pissed him off because he didn't want nathalie to be right which is petty but its fine
frowning a little harder. ]
I think it's odd we can still go to the biomes, here. They're the same, just... not right - because they do that, they mess up, or at least that's what Gavin said, too. And then over there's the city with no people, but here, there are a tonne of people. Maybe the 'whole's' like that - one half, plus one half. Could be both - we get everyone here, and bring things together.
[ though...hmm.... ] Maybe this is where we were 'supposed' to end up, instead of where we were.
...Not that I've any idea how to fix that, but you're right. We could all figure something out.
The people around here are weirdos. They just talk back and forth about the same thing constantly, they're about as real as the floor tiles.
[ huff. ]
... Makes sense to me, though. Putting the two halves together seems right. The blonde guy made noise about us all taking about it tomorrow, so - I guess it's good you ended up here.
[ he frowns a little harder, but - the last part makes him smile a little bit, a touch roguish. ]
Like you said before - brains, rattling around. [ reaching up to tap himself on the forehead. lot of thinking going on up here in that noggin now that its not smashed in by a deathbed ] Not a bad idea to consolidate information.
[ WOW!! also you gotta ask otherwise, ] You are always underestimating me, aren't you?
[ mock pity and offence both in that tone - he's clearly playing, settling easy back into routine. a very quickly formed one, and as easy as breathing. a marked relief, from this week. from everything. ] Think I can't hold my liquor, either - I was a soldier, [ for five minutes ] you know!
Besides, someone has to get you off the ground from the heap you find yourself in if you're stumbling out in a stupor.
Hey, hey, I'm not underestimating you! I'm just saying there's no way you can match me drink for drink. I'd bet on it. [ starts leading the way to the bar ]
[ UP WE GET, he goes easy, unfolding from where he is just All Legs and getting up to his feet to follow vi over to the bar with a grin.
as for the rest - ] Yeah. That's where I met Will, actually. Everyone in our...[ hm ] ....Well. Ended up moving on to support him instead, after - much better cause, if you ask me.
[ WAIT I MISSED A QUESTION so he'll add on the way to the bar ] Also a bidou's a bird. Redgrass roasted bidou's the speciality of an inn in Grand Trad - I learned how to make it when I was there, It's bloody good, but it's spicy.
she can sense a story in that, but she doesn't ask. she's walking around some of the trigger points she's sensing, because she doesn't want to upset him two seconds after he came back from being dead. still, though... she walks with him in a generally easygoing way, hands in her jacket pockets. ]
Must be nice to have a cause. [ idly. ] Spicy's good. Anything's better than the slop from Stillwater - you think you could make it, the bidou? If we found a kitchen around here.
[ watching him... making sure he's walking okay, making sure he doesn't look too terribly sad - fussy, in a way, though she does a good job of hiding it. ]
[ eh it's fine. e doesn't seem too bothered by it beyond just the memory of the carnage itself, because ultimately - getting to meet will made everything worth it. ]
If we could find the ingredients, sure, yeah. Redgrass might be a hard sell. [ but why not, right. they might be dead. maybe some random tourist npc has redgrass on them.
anyway, he turns to look at vi when he notices her looking at him and gives her a bit of a smile, more reassuring than anything. he does seem okay - if he's kicking his own ass about dying, it's hard to tell. it may be because will was there, and because in a sense, he died protecting him. it's hard to feel bad when that was and has been now part of his modus operandi. a noble's death. (except for the bed part, but, well, he's convinced himself to forget about that for the moment, at least.)
he didn't forget, though, and softer: ]
You're right, though. It is nice. [ to have a cause. ] 's nice to even have a sense of purpose. Until I met him, I felt like I'd lost my way.
[ a lodestar, a shining light, and so on and so forth. he will go and open the door for her at the bar just out of habit. ] I wasn't sure where I was going, or what I was doing. Hulkenberg's the same, too.
...Sometimes, [ another sideglance: ].... sometimes, you get lucky and meet the right person at the right time.
[ she's quiet for a couple of moments, as they walk. listens - because despite everything, she is good at that. she's very good at hearing in general, listening to everything that comes her way. sometimes she ignores it, sometimes she doesn't follow through, sometimes she thinks she knows better. but there's not much that escapes her when it comes to understanding.
a lodestar. a place for a weary traveler to put their faith. she's not sure she's really got one of those anymore - in fact, she's pretty sure she doesn't - but she's glad he does. she's glad hulkenberg does too. ]
Yeah. [ she says, finally, sliding through the door when he opens it for her. ]
Sounds like you got that in spades. Something worth doing, changing the world. I think you guys have really got a shot at doing it, from what you've told me.
[ if the sideglance means anything it goes over her head entirely, because she's an idiot, ]
[ that's how you know this is a flurry character the self esteem is too low to consider the nice comment is about them
which it was!!!! he watches her back for a moment as she walks in, shutting the door behind him. ]
Yeah. We'll see. Got to get the Prince awake first, though - I trust the others' judgement, but it would be nice to meet the guy.
Talk about meeting the right person at the right time. [ i'm sure this prince isn't a lil elda who has blue hair and pronouns or something. imagine.
the way he answers is a little distracted, like he's still thinking about something else - then strohl huffs a laugh, shakes his head, and bounds up beside her to catch up. clapping vi firmly on the shoulder, he gives her a jostle and a grin. ] Which - that was about you, by the way! In case you missed it. Keep up!
[ because despite all his nobility and his (occasionally flustered) nature, once he's found someone to stick to, he sticks to them. and finding vi here was something of a godsend - having her here again, even more so. he's all ready for a revolution, to turn death on its head, and to set things right again, all bolstered by the vision of friends long lost. he never got to see his parents again, to tell them why they mattered, how stupid he was for thinking they were annoying or wrong. this is a golden opportunity to do so, and he's never been one to miss them.
he flashes her a grin, gives her a rattle, and heads over for the bar to get his drink. ]
she nods a little at all that first bit, hands still in her jacket pockets, but - he claps her on the shoulder and says what he does, and it startles the shit out of her! she jumps, blinking at him, like - what? what was about her? she did in fact miss it, and she has to scramble to think about what it is that he said. meeting the right person at the right time? he meant her?
well. that's funny, because she has never been in the right place at the right time in her life, ever. but he tells her this with such ease, jostling her, friendly and warm, and she looks at him like he said something insane. the sky is green. everybody has two heads.
he leaves her there in the doorway with her mouth open like a stupid, until she manages to shake herself back to reality.
vi has... no idea what to do with this, to be given that sort of thing. she wonders if it means as much to him as it does to her, to hear. after a moment, she stutter-skips after him to the bar, and then - sorry, she really should be cool about this, but it is not possible (especially at her canon point my god). she grabs his wrist, and looks at him, expression almost searching. ]
You can't mean that.
[ not an accusation, not upset, just... disbelief? what did she do that got him in her corner? people don't do this. they leave her. ]
[ truthfully, he's not even paying attention to the reaction, already over at the bar and grabbing both of them a drink, so it startles him when vi grabs onto his wrist, turning around to look at her and blinking, too.
there's a beat, sort of a restart, as how big of a deal this just is crashes over him all at once.
and - well, listen, he's not stupid, he can tell when something hit the mark - the surprise turns to confusion turns to a brief, slightly searching look back. ]
... [ and then, slowly, it softens, and strohl exhales out, a soft huff, head tilting to the side. there's something pulling at his tone, a wryness, but it's no joke. recognition, maybe, instead. ]
I'm not in the habit of saying things I don't mean to people I care about. [ and his words carry all of their normal weight, too. ] Especially ones I thought were gone for good.
[ he sets the drink he was holding back down to give her his full attention, full self, full response. truth and nobility, - you wear your emotions on your sleeve, don't you? virtuosa had asked him, after the trial, and she wasn't wrong. ]
... I like to think I've a sense for these kinds of things. People who're good - people who're worth fighting with, worth fighting for. People who I'd be honoured to stand beside. It's how I felt about Will. How I felt about Hulkenberg. And here, I could've just stuck to her, stuck with what I knew, not talked to anyone else. Instead, I met you, and I got that same exact feeling.
I think that's pretty right person, right place, right time. Or, well. Wrong place, because this place's bloody awful. But, you get my drift.
[ she lets go of his wrist, after a moment. just so she doesn't scare him, so she doesn't come off as too aggressive. she always does, she knows it, and most times it's on purpose. a big, scary dog, growling at strangers, only charming when she wants to be. vander used to say - you endear people more to you when you put on a smile and shut the fuck up, and she's always struggled with that.
she shoves her hands into her pockets. listening, always listening. and when he's finished, she exhales in a rush, head tilted down, eyes on him, the way an animal might when they're trying to figure out if they want to lean into the hand, or bite it.
it's just really hard to think he's lying. that's all. he reeks of sincerity. recognition, maybe, two people who don't hesitate in how they feel. ]
I get your drift. [ she says, a little quietly, still watching, and then her shoulders ease just a bit. ]
You know - they say in Stillwater that putting your back to someone is a death sentence. Kind of how I've been looking at things, lately. People are so eager to wring you out to dry for just a little push more.
[ a beat, and she turns just enough to reach for her drink across the bar. gives him a pretty good look at her back, lets him see her with her guard down. ]
I don't think you're that way at all. [ she says, when she comes back to face him. ] And I don't hate that.
thankfully, he doesn't seem even a little scared. nothing more than surprised, at most, and as vi agrees that she understands, he sets his hands his pockets and watches her for a moment, brows slightly raised, but otherwise open and non-confronting. curious, interested, confident in the truths that he's given and the words free from his mouth.
as she turns her back to him, she'll hear a soft huff of a noise - almost a laugh, but it's not mean. he gets the point of the gesture, and the response is so very vi that he lifts his drink up so by the time she's turned back around, there's a smile on his face, a glitter of warmth and friendship and loyalty, returned. ]
Let me down. [ please! with a huff. ] I'm not all that much to live up to.
[ strohl makes his way over and bumps his shoulder into vi's, companionable. comfortable. easy, so easy. ]
But you're right. You can put your back to me. [ a little softer: ] Be glad to put mine to you, too.
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she laughs again, easy, taking the shove. based on what he's told her so far, she can't imagine he's not capable, she just bullies as her favorite pastime. as long as strohl doesn't ever seem to mind, she's sticking to it.
she raises her eyebrows though. ]
Alarm? Alarm for what?
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Mm. Kiruko asked the owl toy a question about surviving all this, surviving Death - apparently it answered a question truthfully. And the owl said...
[ wrinkling his nose as he recites: ] There is no surviving against Death, only beating it at its own game unexpectedly. Death comes for all, but the turnabout begins when all is whole and the alarm goes off.
So, that's what we were knocking our heads together about before... all of this. [ before sims. ] Where the alarm could be, and what it meant to have 'all whole'.
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[ a little half smile. good for her. she tilts her head back, thinking. ]
When all is whole, huh. Do you think that means once all of us are here? Looks sort of like we're going to end up all together one way or another. [ ... ] Good guess at the red light being an alarm or something. It looked like every time it pulsed, stuff froze or broke.
I couldn't reach it, but I bet we could all figure something out.
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frowning a little harder. ]
I think it's odd we can still go to the biomes, here. They're the same, just... not right - because they do that, they mess up, or at least that's what Gavin said, too. And then over there's the city with no people, but here, there are a tonne of people. Maybe the 'whole's' like that - one half, plus one half. Could be both - we get everyone here, and bring things together.
[ though...hmm.... ] Maybe this is where we were 'supposed' to end up, instead of where we were.
...Not that I've any idea how to fix that, but you're right. We could all figure something out.
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[ huff. ]
... Makes sense to me, though. Putting the two halves together seems right. The blonde guy made noise about us all taking about it tomorrow, so - I guess it's good you ended up here.
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[ he frowns a little harder, but - the last part makes him smile a little bit, a touch roguish. ]
Like you said before - brains, rattling around. [ reaching up to tap himself on the forehead. lot of thinking going on up here in that noggin now that its not smashed in by a deathbed ] Not a bad idea to consolidate information.
I'll try not to stew on it the whole day.
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Yeah, good. You'll start smoking out your ears. [ a little grin. ] If you're not going to think, I'm not either. Want another drink?
[ she has been drunk like every day she's been here it's been great ]
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[ strohl mutters to himself, but he returns he grin - brightening, a bit, at the offer. ]
There's an idea. Maybe two, actually - maybe a meal, while we're at it. Augh, what I'd give for one of Fabienne's redgrass roasted bidou right now.
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You looking to get wasted in the street with me, Mr. Noble? [ use his name you loser ] What's a bidou?
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[ mock pity and offence both in that tone - he's clearly playing, settling easy back into routine. a very quickly formed one, and as easy as breathing. a marked relief, from this week. from everything. ] Think I can't hold my liquor, either - I was a soldier, [ for five minutes ] you know!
Besides, someone has to get you off the ground from the heap you find yourself in if you're stumbling out in a stupor.
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Hey, hey, I'm not underestimating you! I'm just saying there's no way you can match me drink for drink. I'd bet on it. [ starts leading the way to the bar ]
No way you were a soldier, really?
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as for the rest - ] Yeah. That's where I met Will, actually. Everyone in our...[ hm ] ....Well. Ended up moving on to support him instead, after - much better cause, if you ask me.
[ WAIT I MISSED A QUESTION so he'll add on the way to the bar ] Also a bidou's a bird. Redgrass roasted bidou's the speciality of an inn in Grand Trad - I learned how to make it when I was there, It's bloody good, but it's spicy.
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she can sense a story in that, but she doesn't ask. she's walking around some of the trigger points she's sensing, because she doesn't want to upset him two seconds after he came back from being dead. still, though... she walks with him in a generally easygoing way, hands in her jacket pockets. ]
Must be nice to have a cause. [ idly. ] Spicy's good. Anything's better than the slop from Stillwater - you think you could make it, the bidou? If we found a kitchen around here.
[ watching him... making sure he's walking okay, making sure he doesn't look too terribly sad - fussy, in a way, though she does a good job of hiding it. ]
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If we could find the ingredients, sure, yeah. Redgrass might be a hard sell. [ but why not, right. they might be dead. maybe some random tourist npc has redgrass on them.
anyway, he turns to look at vi when he notices her looking at him and gives her a bit of a smile, more reassuring than anything. he does seem okay - if he's kicking his own ass about dying, it's hard to tell. it may be because will was there, and because in a sense, he died protecting him. it's hard to feel bad when that was and has been now part of his modus operandi. a noble's death. (except for the bed part, but, well, he's convinced himself to forget about that for the moment, at least.)
he didn't forget, though, and softer: ]
You're right, though. It is nice. [ to have a cause. ] 's nice to even have a sense of purpose. Until I met him, I felt like I'd lost my way.
[ a lodestar, a shining light, and so on and so forth. he will go and open the door for her at the bar just out of habit. ] I wasn't sure where I was going, or what I was doing. Hulkenberg's the same, too.
...Sometimes, [ another sideglance: ].... sometimes, you get lucky and meet the right person at the right time.
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a lodestar. a place for a weary traveler to put their faith. she's not sure she's really got one of those anymore - in fact, she's pretty sure she doesn't - but she's glad he does. she's glad hulkenberg does too. ]
Yeah. [ she says, finally, sliding through the door when he opens it for her. ]
Sounds like you got that in spades. Something worth doing, changing the world. I think you guys have really got a shot at doing it, from what you've told me.
[ if the sideglance means anything it goes over her head entirely, because she's an idiot, ]
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which it was!!!! he watches her back for a moment as she walks in, shutting the door behind him. ]
Yeah. We'll see. Got to get the Prince awake first, though - I trust the others' judgement, but it would be nice to meet the guy.
Talk about meeting the right person at the right time. [ i'm sure this prince isn't a lil elda who has blue hair and pronouns or something. imagine.
the way he answers is a little distracted, like he's still thinking about something else - then strohl huffs a laugh, shakes his head, and bounds up beside her to catch up. clapping vi firmly on the shoulder, he gives her a jostle and a grin. ] Which - that was about you, by the way! In case you missed it. Keep up!
[ because despite all his nobility and his (occasionally flustered) nature, once he's found someone to stick to, he sticks to them. and finding vi here was something of a godsend - having her here again, even more so. he's all ready for a revolution, to turn death on its head, and to set things right again, all bolstered by the vision of friends long lost. he never got to see his parents again, to tell them why they mattered, how stupid he was for thinking they were annoying or wrong. this is a golden opportunity to do so, and he's never been one to miss them.
he flashes her a grin, gives her a rattle, and heads over for the bar to get his drink. ]
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she nods a little at all that first bit, hands still in her jacket pockets, but - he claps her on the shoulder and says what he does, and it startles the shit out of her! she jumps, blinking at him, like - what? what was about her? she did in fact miss it, and she has to scramble to think about what it is that he said. meeting the right person at the right time? he meant her?
well. that's funny, because she has never been in the right place at the right time in her life, ever. but he tells her this with such ease, jostling her, friendly and warm, and she looks at him like he said something insane. the sky is green. everybody has two heads.
he leaves her there in the doorway with her mouth open like a stupid, until she manages to shake herself back to reality.
vi has... no idea what to do with this, to be given that sort of thing. she wonders if it means as much to him as it does to her, to hear. after a moment, she stutter-skips after him to the bar, and then - sorry, she really should be cool about this, but it is not possible (especially at her canon point my god). she grabs his wrist, and looks at him, expression almost searching. ]
You can't mean that.
[ not an accusation, not upset, just... disbelief? what did she do that got him in her corner? people don't do this. they leave her. ]
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there's a beat, sort of a restart, as how big of a deal this just is crashes over him all at once.
and - well, listen, he's not stupid, he can tell when something hit the mark - the surprise turns to confusion turns to a brief, slightly searching look back. ]
... [ and then, slowly, it softens, and strohl exhales out, a soft huff, head tilting to the side. there's something pulling at his tone, a wryness, but it's no joke. recognition, maybe, instead. ]
I'm not in the habit of saying things I don't mean to people I care about. [ and his words carry all of their normal weight, too. ] Especially ones I thought were gone for good.
[ he sets the drink he was holding back down to give her his full attention, full self, full response. truth and nobility, - you wear your emotions on your sleeve, don't you? virtuosa had asked him, after the trial, and she wasn't wrong. ]
... I like to think I've a sense for these kinds of things. People who're good - people who're worth fighting with, worth fighting for. People who I'd be honoured to stand beside. It's how I felt about Will. How I felt about Hulkenberg. And here, I could've just stuck to her, stuck with what I knew, not talked to anyone else. Instead, I met you, and I got that same exact feeling.
I think that's pretty right person, right place, right time. Or, well. Wrong place, because this place's bloody awful. But, you get my drift.
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she shoves her hands into her pockets. listening, always listening. and when he's finished, she exhales in a rush, head tilted down, eyes on him, the way an animal might when they're trying to figure out if they want to lean into the hand, or bite it.
it's just really hard to think he's lying. that's all. he reeks of sincerity. recognition, maybe, two people who don't hesitate in how they feel. ]
I get your drift. [ she says, a little quietly, still watching, and then her shoulders ease just a bit. ]
You know - they say in Stillwater that putting your back to someone is a death sentence. Kind of how I've been looking at things, lately. People are so eager to wring you out to dry for just a little push more.
[ a beat, and she turns just enough to reach for her drink across the bar. gives him a pretty good look at her back, lets him see her with her guard down. ]
I don't think you're that way at all. [ she says, when she comes back to face him. ] And I don't hate that.
... I won't let you down.
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thankfully, he doesn't seem even a little scared. nothing more than surprised, at most, and as vi agrees that she understands, he sets his hands his pockets and watches her for a moment, brows slightly raised, but otherwise open and non-confronting. curious, interested, confident in the truths that he's given and the words free from his mouth.
as she turns her back to him, she'll hear a soft huff of a noise - almost a laugh, but it's not mean. he gets the point of the gesture, and the response is so very vi that he lifts his drink up so by the time she's turned back around, there's a smile on his face, a glitter of warmth and friendship and loyalty, returned. ]
Let me down. [ please! with a huff. ] I'm not all that much to live up to.
[ strohl makes his way over and bumps his shoulder into vi's, companionable. comfortable. easy, so easy. ]
But you're right. You can put your back to me. [ a little softer: ] Be glad to put mine to you, too.