[ she looks up from where she's eating a cheeseburger with a fork and knife, swallowing before she speaks. ]
A possibility. Considering his behaviour... [ a frown before hulkenberg dabs a napkin at her mouth while she thinks. ] Perhaps 'tis better to have him here, with us, where he will not impede the Captain and others.
anyway UGHGHGHGHHHHH ] Right. Except for the fact that we're here and they're not, and Glodell's alive, Hulkenberg, is that not an issue? Didn't Will say he was dead?
Of course. But he seems to be within his own mind, does he not? If he were truly dead and mobile once more, as if resurrected by one such as Zorba... then he would not be capable of conversation, or what little logic thought he seems capable of having. [ and zorba is also supposed to be dead. ] I could not see how His Majesty would allow for the King's Magic to have a loophole that a blaggard such as Glodell would be able to use.
But if we have been entrusted to a task here, regardless of it it may involve him... we will see it through, even without the others here with us. [ ... ] Peculiar as I find it to be that they did not receive invitations, as well.
[ actually i decided we're going to pet cows while we talk. hulkenberg is just seated on a stool, feeding various vegetable scraps to one of the fluffy martira cows and petting its pink snoot. a little familiarity, in an unfamiliar place, especially after such a... chaotic afternoon.
she had barely caught what happened before getting strohl to come and meet her elsewhere. at least she's not eating, this time. ]
Did you see, how everything was swept away so swiftly..? Such chaos brought to heel in an instant - I do not think even the church has worked so quickly in cleaning up after themselves.
[ petting cows.... strohl should do that it'd be good for his blood pressure. instead, he's just kind of standing there, arms crossed, one neurotic second from starting to pace. ]
Of course not. If it was anything like home, there'd still be corpses strewn across the road.
[ he's a little agitated. ] Two freak accidents in a row, supposedly. Between this and the journey here.
[ she looks at him, but then turns back to the cow with a deeply unhappy look on her face, ears lowered just a teeny bit. pensive, displeased, irritated. ]
I had started to question it, before, but... we may have to face the fact that it was not the captain that bid we come here. 'Tis a possibility that we have been misled by whatever force is at play, wherever those responsible may be watching us from.
Might just be a quick trick to get rid of us. No one's going to question it if you're gone for two weeks if you say you're off on vacation. [ which is deeply worrying. his foot starts tapping again. ]
Least Will still has Heismay. [ and junah but that's a brand new thing. ] The real question's why? And how? Can't be Louis, it's not like he even knows we're up to anything.
[ this makes it easier to find him, yeah. hulkenberg's actively seeking strohl out pretty much immediately after the robots usher them away and she can do nothing to stop them. so, helpless, she lets her ears lead her to where he is, gloved hands bloody, an almost militant, robotic clip to her gait as she walks.
and then she comes to join him, heedless of whether he's kicking or screaming or throwing anything. there is no reprimand, no command to calm down.
instead, she knocks their shoulders together and leans all of her weight into it to just radiate anger. this isn't entirely comfort - this is solidarity. ]
[ he's not kicking or screaming or throwing anything beyond that initial swear, he's just kind of - tunnel visioned in fury, ears ringing. it's louis in the soiree all over again, smug faced as he calmly talked about how halia's destruction was just so helpful, how so many people died, but it was all for the cause, it made them wake up, didn't it? or captain kreuger with his smug face. he'd awakened, then. there's none of that, now.
hulkenberg jostling into him like that makes him suck in a sharp breath, makes the world come back into color. ]
What - [ brief. clipped. ]-- What the hell happened?
[ i will ensure that your injuries heal properly if you would like to hold onto it, she had said, just last night. those around us so often refuse to let us suffer in our pains, least of all alone, she'd told vi.
and there she had been, lifeless, trapped in debris. possibly even attacked, if the apparent scissors were anything to go by. would encouraging her to use it have helped her survive whatever encounter she had had, last night? vi was a clear fighter, or at least deeply aware of how to handle herself, so surely... surely some signs are out there, somewhere - at least if the damned robots don't clean it all up, first.
and what of megumi - hulkenberg is familiar, unfortunately, with the weight of a person's skull. the force it takes to remove it from the body. but the one that would do it to a child is always the most reprehensible sort - ]
The theatre in the Otium Biome was collapsed, all the way to the lighting that once stood above the stage. [ tense, voice low. ] When we arrived, the green-haired elda and I, we discovered Vi in the rubble. A rabbit akin to the ones during that explosive display that took out that man and the star-shaped being ran by, and dropped a block of damned cheese when caught that turned into the Megumi boy's head in my hands.
... 'twas not an accident, at least in part for Vi. It could not have been - she had scissors driven into her neck.
[ only hulkenberg gets the right after trial tag which is strohl fucking turning and slamming his fist into a wall
which is frankly self control considering he really wants to throw himself down the hallway and take out as many of those fucking robots in his way as possible ]
Bastard. Bastard! Just like him - just like, just - throwing their lives away!
[ hulkenberg is silent as she walks with him, making sure that there are no more stragglers to interfere in strohl's anger - to spare him from having to hear calm down or are you alright? when, clearly, he isn't. they can ask him the latter after he's had some time.
she's not sure what to make of what nathalie said. she'll have to speak with her, after this, once some more time has gone by to allow her to come back to full consciousness.
for now - for now, her concern is strohl, who she watches hit the wall. there's a quiet to let him vent in, at first, before the now-familiar sound of summoning the archetypes rings through the air.
it's all the warning he gets, before the knight's halberd comes sailing for his head, hulkenberg focused and holding it tightly in her grip on the other end of the blade. there's no killing intent, but there is still an intent. come! ]
it's that battle sense that he lied about in trial combined with the sound of knight - strohl's instincts are quick and well honed, and he ducks under the halberd and does the exact same, a sharp warrior! out of his mouth as his greatsword appears in his hands.
there's a loud. violent clang of metal on metal as he blocks. hulkenberg's strong as hell, and as he leaps backwards, he meets her face across the battlefield, across the sparring planes.
maybe it's what he needs, actually - he makes a noise and immediately launches forward to meet her blade for blade. greatsword to halberd, warrior to knight. ]
[ it is what he needs, she thinks. hulkenberg knows strohl, now, after all of the travelling they've done, the things they've seen, the blood that they've shed together. he is the same flames he was forged in, and he needs somewhere for that fire to go when they begin to become too overwhelming.
she can provide that. and she doesn't hold back with him for it, either, even if she's not out to kill him, like so many others that have come at them like this.
blade for blade. trained in the sword as she is, and having fought at his side, she knows how best to combat it even when she wields her now-preferred halberd. she looks at him, nearly eye to eye, as she bears her weight into the crossed weapons - and then they're off, the moment that he launches properly into it.
[ the starter is just that hulkenberg is going to drop down to sit next to him, wherever he is, and offer him a bottled ale as she does. as if they didn't drink enough last night - and she's not even much of a drinker in the first place.
but she's wide awake, now that she's no longer a swan, and just seems... calm, if alert. like she's drinking, yes, but a part of her is keeping watch of the area, prepared to go on the defensive if necessary even now that they've all died. ]
The end period of the vacation is, supposedly, nearly upon us.
[ he will take the drink with a thankful nod, popping the top of it off without much fanfare. he's still feeling yesterday's booze, but in sort of medieval society sometimes booze is better than water, so. bottom's up! besides, it gives him something to do with his hands, and he settles back in his seat to follow hulkenberg's gaze, sweeping out on their surroundings as he considers. ]
Yeah. [ his leg's beginning to bounce a little under the table, thoughtful. ] Means we've got a few days to get a plan together and get the hell back to Euchronia.
[ and... leave all these people behind. including glodell. who could just stay dead. ]
... 'tis a complicated affair, when you come to the crux of it.
[ she props her elbows on the table, holding her own bottle loosely with the fingertips of both hands at the neck. they're both thinking of glodell, who is very much dead by perhaps mere hours to them. the thoughts of others filter through - those she won't be sorry to see go, those that she'll miss, but most of all... those that might need somewhere else to go.
at least it's a weak ale, compared to what they're used to. and a drinik is a drink when you're a ye olde.
hulkenberg takes a small sip, just as something to do, too. ]
I truly doubt that Glodell would believe us, were we to tell him that the fool's lost his life. On one part, I know none of us were sorry to hear it... but on another, 'tis the principle of the thing, is it not?
[ she is looking exhausted and fed up in spades, just kind of. staring off into the middle distance. ]
I suppose we could not ask for a single moment of sense or normalcy, could we. [ sighing, she puts one hand on her opposite shoulder and rolls her arm a bit, just - loosening up after the fighting and activities they did. ]
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idk in a restaurant or something. strohl's got his arms folded across his chest, tapping his foot where he's sitting, frown on his face. ]
Do you think he's the reason Will sent us here? [ appropros of nothing. a beat. ] Glodell, I mean.
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A possibility. Considering his behaviour... [ a frown before hulkenberg dabs a napkin at her mouth while she thinks. ] Perhaps 'tis better to have him here, with us, where he will not impede the Captain and others.
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anyway UGHGHGHGHHHHH ] Right. Except for the fact that we're here and they're not, and Glodell's alive, Hulkenberg, is that not an issue? Didn't Will say he was dead?
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Of course. But he seems to be within his own mind, does he not? If he were truly dead and mobile once more, as if resurrected by one such as Zorba... then he would not be capable of conversation, or what little logic thought he seems capable of having. [ and zorba is also supposed to be dead. ] I could not see how His Majesty would allow for the King's Magic to have a loophole that a blaggard such as Glodell would be able to use.
But if we have been entrusted to a task here, regardless of it it may involve him... we will see it through, even without the others here with us. [ ... ] Peculiar as I find it to be that they did not receive invitations, as well.
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she had barely caught what happened before getting strohl to come and meet her elsewhere. at least she's not eating, this time. ]
Did you see, how everything was swept away so swiftly..? Such chaos brought to heel in an instant - I do not think even the church has worked so quickly in cleaning up after themselves.
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Of course not. If it was anything like home, there'd still be corpses strewn across the road.
[ he's a little agitated. ] Two freak accidents in a row, supposedly. Between this and the journey here.
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I had started to question it, before, but... we may have to face the fact that it was not the captain that bid we come here. 'Tis a possibility that we have been misled by whatever force is at play, wherever those responsible may be watching us from.
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Might just be a quick trick to get rid of us. No one's going to question it if you're gone for two weeks if you say you're off on vacation. [ which is deeply worrying. his foot starts tapping again. ]
Least Will still has Heismay. [ and junah but that's a brand new thing. ] The real question's why? And how? Can't be Louis, it's not like he even knows we're up to anything.
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he's just trembling with rage I GUESS BY THE POSTED SIGN THANKS APOLLO. hulkenberg can probably hear the snarled: ] Damn it -- damn it! [ though ]
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and then she comes to join him, heedless of whether he's kicking or screaming or throwing anything. there is no reprimand, no command to calm down.
instead, she knocks their shoulders together and leans all of her weight into it to just radiate anger. this isn't entirely comfort - this is solidarity. ]
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hulkenberg jostling into him like that makes him suck in a sharp breath, makes the world come back into color. ]
What - [ brief. clipped. ]-- What the hell happened?
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and there she had been, lifeless, trapped in debris. possibly even attacked, if the apparent scissors were anything to go by. would encouraging her to use it have helped her survive whatever encounter she had had, last night? vi was a clear fighter, or at least deeply aware of how to handle herself, so surely... surely some signs are out there, somewhere - at least if the damned robots don't clean it all up, first.
and what of megumi - hulkenberg is familiar, unfortunately, with the weight of a person's skull. the force it takes to remove it from the body. but the one that would do it to a child is always the most reprehensible sort - ]
The theatre in the Otium Biome was collapsed, all the way to the lighting that once stood above the stage. [ tense, voice low. ] When we arrived, the green-haired elda and I, we discovered Vi in the rubble. A rabbit akin to the ones during that explosive display that took out that man and the star-shaped being ran by, and dropped a block of damned cheese when caught that turned into the Megumi boy's head in my hands.
... 'twas not an accident, at least in part for Vi. It could not have been - she had scissors driven into her neck.
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week 1 saturday... flamesday...
which is frankly self control considering he really wants to throw himself down the hallway and take out as many of those fucking robots in his way as possible ]
Bastard. Bastard! Just like him - just like, just - throwing their lives away!
`seven days remain`
she's not sure what to make of what nathalie said. she'll have to speak with her, after this, once some more time has gone by to allow her to come back to full consciousness.
for now - for now, her concern is strohl, who she watches hit the wall. there's a quiet to let him vent in, at first, before the now-familiar sound of summoning the archetypes rings through the air.
it's all the warning he gets, before the knight's halberd comes sailing for his head, hulkenberg focused and holding it tightly in her grip on the other end of the blade. there's no killing intent, but there is still an intent. come! ]
time marches on.....
[ JESUS GOD
it's that battle sense that he lied about in trial combined with the sound of knight - strohl's instincts are quick and well honed, and he ducks under the halberd and does the exact same, a sharp warrior! out of his mouth as his greatsword appears in his hands.
there's a loud. violent clang of metal on metal as he blocks. hulkenberg's strong as hell, and as he leaps backwards, he meets her face across the battlefield, across the sparring planes.
maybe it's what he needs, actually - he makes a noise and immediately launches forward to meet her blade for blade. greatsword to halberd, warrior to knight. ]
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she can provide that. and she doesn't hold back with him for it, either, even if she's not out to kill him, like so many others that have come at them like this.
blade for blade. trained in the sword as she is, and having fought at his side, she knows how best to combat it even when she wields her now-preferred halberd. she looks at him, nearly eye to eye, as she bears her weight into the crossed weapons - and then they're off, the moment that he launches properly into it.
good. ]
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week ... what is this 2. monday. watersday. i don't know.
[ hi ]
we're going to have to figure out our own calendar if we do crau
at him, from where she's eating a mcgr*ddle, cheek full like a squirrel. ]
Oh, what now?
don't
Something just kicked me in the arse - what the hell?
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wk 2; friday
but she's wide awake, now that she's no longer a swan, and just seems... calm, if alert. like she's drinking, yes, but a part of her is keeping watch of the area, prepared to go on the defensive if necessary even now that they've all died. ]
The end period of the vacation is, supposedly, nearly upon us.
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Yeah. [ his leg's beginning to bounce a little under the table, thoughtful. ] Means we've got a few days to get a plan together and get the hell back to Euchronia.
[ and... leave all these people behind. including glodell. who could just stay dead. ]
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[ she props her elbows on the table, holding her own bottle loosely with the fingertips of both hands at the neck. they're both thinking of glodell, who is very much dead by perhaps mere hours to them. the thoughts of others filter through - those she won't be sorry to see go, those that she'll miss, but most of all... those that might need somewhere else to go.
at least it's a weak ale, compared to what they're used to. and a drinik is a drink when you're a ye olde.
hulkenberg takes a small sip, just as something to do, too. ]
I truly doubt that Glodell would believe us, were we to tell him that the fool's lost his life. On one part, I know none of us were sorry to hear it... but on another, 'tis the principle of the thing, is it not?
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[ standing here by the.. storage...room, rubbing his temples. what is happening. ]
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I suppose we could not ask for a single moment of sense or normalcy, could we. [ sighing, she puts one hand on her opposite shoulder and rolls her arm a bit, just - loosening up after the fighting and activities they did. ]
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[ they can get back to brilehaven, and back to will, which matters more than anything. ]
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