driftingjazzbard

[driftingjazzbard]

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[driftingjazzbard]

"I've definitely seen worse." After all, there were men in the world who quite naturally had made themselves look about the most disgusting it was possible to look, and still proudly went around without shirts as if they were doing the world a favor.

"...I don't like seeing anyone get hurt. Especially not over something as silly as this." And frankly with his powers as unstable as they were, getting flustered was likely not a great idea.

"...I don't like people seeing more of me than they have to."

A sentence that once upon a time, he'd never say. Having been worse than Xaos in the past. But not since his horrible disfigurement that meant he looked like if Frankenstein's monster was a burn victim. And the light glow underneath his skin from the enhancements Novis gave him only made things worse.

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@halfkuma from this

"I'm not going to pretend I know how your biology works, but a wound that deep I'm pretty sure nobody wants to get infected. Just hold still."

She was as gentle as it was possible for her to be, and she looked at the gash critically as she pressed on it. "...It might need a stitch or two." Granted she wasn't sure he trusted her that far, they still didn't know each other terribly well.

"I thought you told me this forest was going to be dangerous for me, not you."

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@prettyboywarrior from this

"What else am I supposed to do? Apparently I'm not allowed to leave, right? And your men are mostly spectacularly uninteresting."

She is kind of bored. After gloating over his prize, Novis apparently hadn't much idea of what to do next. She supposed she was fortunate at least that she wasn't locked in some room. And one had to admit, the view wasn't terrible in this room.

...Even so, her instincts kick in and she can't help but go to help Asher. He looks like he's half a sneeze away from collapsing...she knew why Xaos did it, but she knew just as much seeing him this way was likely going to half kill the man.

"Calm down, it's fine." She had seen a great deal of world, after all.

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[driftingjazzbard]

@lostusagis

For Kamui to be injured wasn't anything new given his love for fighting. He was always nonchalant about it no matter how severe the injury given how accustomed he was to it. Right now, he had a few stab wounds since he had picked a fight with someone who uses a sword. "I'm completely fine. I'm pretty used to this." Kamui would reassure with a smile despite how much blood he was losing. He tended to hate asking for help anyway. But admittedly, the blood loss was making him feel dizzy.

"Yes, we're going to both pretend that's true and I'm going to insist on wrapping this anyway. If you like we can also pretend that you argued with me until you passed out, rather than letting me do this before that point."

She was annoyed immediately, mainly because she was also worried for any number of reasons. She was familiar with this...feeling, this 'I'm fine, because there won't be a person eventually and I'll have to be'. Goodness knows she'd smiled through injuries and suffering herself, insisting the same thing. Maybe that's why she was so immediately concerned. She knew how much of a lie that could be.

"If you're used to bleeding out, you've got more going on than I can help with at the moment. Here." A folded cloth was handed to him. "Bite down on this, I've got some 190 proof here and it's going to sting when I pour it on the wound."

Despite her sharp tone, her touch was gentle, checking the wound for dirt, cleaning it as delicately as she could managed, checking carefully if the bandage would be too tight.

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[driftingjazzbard]

"Would you like some help?"

He'd love to relax.

But unfortunately, he still has work to do. Delivering completed furniture items to the Village, then fixing a door for one of the Forest of Magic's denizens..

Really doesn't like falling behind.

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[driftingjazzbard]

"You're kind, loyal, handsome, brave, generous, determined, goofy, gentle, sweet...nope, sorry, I'm still right. Boon to anyone who's into masculine type people. The only downside is that there's only one of you."

@driftingjazzbard: "Sorry Vash, you're absolutely perfect boyfriend material. A+, no notes, full marks."

"I'm... uh... really not but thanks for the vote of confidence, I guess."

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[driftingjazzbard]

She was honestly surprised at her own delight regarding her assessment being correct regarding this person. She'd been hoping for an interesting time when talking to them, after all, and so it was turning out to be, and more than she'd even hoped. More than being correct regarding the lie, though, she was quite pleased her initial guess as to their personality was on the mark.

"I can relate. Something about speed is absolutely spectacular, isn't it? Getting out on a stretch of country road where your peripheral vision becomes a ribboned blur..." She enjoyed her art, but occasionally she wished she were a painter, able to capture such things.

The tooth made her laugh a little. "Your poor father, alas. Seems you caused him no end of worry. But scars of any sort are lessons, aren't they?" She'd been in enough scrapes herself to know that wounds tended to teach you to move faster next time, primarily. "If it's any comfort, the look suits you."

Strangely enough she found herself with several things in common with this person, albeit the surface level things they were currently discussing. She liked cats too, though pets had been out of the question at a time when the children of the household were going hungry, and dragging any sort of pet along with her transient lifestyle seemed cruel.

A whim came to her, and she pulled a magazine from her purse. "Here; a freebie truth to celebrate our mutual victories." On the counter before them was smoothed the magazine, a monthly digest on the world of the theatrical. A splash page proudly displayed an angelic being, a glowing goddess of beauty and grace, a sparkling talent whose article could not seem to find enough praise to heap upon her.

The woman's eyes, a lovely violet, matched Erin's own.

A stranger yes, but they found such fun in strangers, and danger and risk was hardly a cost to them. If anything, it was incentive. "Such is life, families grow up and out." There was a tepid sort of ache in them as they thought about how little a chance their own had to get that far into it, but alas. They hid it well, at least.

So they listened, carefully, taking her reasoning with obvious amusement. They let her finish, gave a second of anticipation with a played up look of thoughtfulness, then laughed softly and slowly clap their hands.

"Yes, excellent guesses. And you are right. Learned to ride a motorcycle as soon as I could. If it went fast, I wanted on it, much to the anxiety of my dear poor father. As for the tooth." They grinned more to their right, revealing the other side of their mouth that was not exposed by their previous smirking. A single metallic tooth peeked out. "Mostly complete, but alas I'm not immune to 'Gotham Dental'. The punch was so fast I didn't even realize it was even gone until I was hauled off to the medical ward with a numb face and mouthful of blood."

And then they nodded at the lie. "No, but ah! I would have loved a cat back then, I couldn't get enough of them. My father raised doves, lovely things, but a cat or dog would be a conflict of interests nonetheless. But I make up for it now, tending to a small army of alley cats."

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[driftingjazzbard]

"Oh no, it's absolutely a lot, though ironically it feels less so now. Maybe because we're all grown, it's more tolerable when compared against the general noise of modern life and adulthood." Of course that wasn't precisely the reason, but trauma dumping on a stranger was generally considered rude unless they were both way more hammered than this.

Musical household though? That sounded lovely offhand, but again, strangers. It could be a scab on a festering wound for all she knew, but the game was to get to know someone.

"Hm...all rather deceptively plausible. Frankly it wouldn't be terribly unusual to have them all be truths." Her own motorcycle parked outside spoke to that. "Maybe just a snap judgement, but you do look like the type to delight in a calculated risk or two." Like...this game with a stranger, in point of fact.

"That smile looks rather complete but dentistry these days makes that trivial. Even so, I'll go with the dog. Perhaps you had a cat instead." For no better reason than she liked cats herself and the stranger's smile was putting her in mind of one.

A wicked cheshire cat smile spread from ear to ear, reveling in their success. They weren't bad at gambling all the time.

"What can I say, I grew up in a musical household. And it's not quite how old you are, but how much of you you've given to the art."And they had heard her. Oh, they had perched in the window of cafes many a time, and empty tables in the dark corners of clubs were easy to find and a good way to wind down after business. They bowed playfully. "See, there we are, the numbers are always a good trick! But that does sound like a lot." They chuckled. "Perhaps that's the only-child in me talking."

Oh, but fair was fair, and this angel was in a good mood and looking for some amusement. "Hm. Why not. Let's see... I lost my tooth in a fight, I had a pet dog when I was young, and I know how to drive a motorcycle."

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[driftingjazzbard]

Something about that was comforting to her. She wasn't even sure why, but the idea that some things were universal, that someone like him could have something in common with someone like her, regardless of power level or length of life. Of course they obviously had more in common than a few petty annoyances, as they'd swiftly found. Hopefully this would be a pleasant time for him...she sincerely hoped so.

She almost teased him by asking what he wanted for lunch, but making him freeze twice seemed a little mean. "There's a tea shop nearby that does lovely sandwiches and pies. I figure if you can't get your everfull teapot working, the next best thing is to go somewhere it's already brewed."

And even if travel with her wasn't a memory to stand out within an immortal's mind, she could at least make sure the day to day was pleasant. Granted a small tea shop wasn't an adventure, but you had to start somewhere.

"You're not wrong. Some sensations are rather unpleasant, even for non-mortal folk." Sticky liquids drying on one's skin, wet socks, grit in the teeth and the painful tingles one got when someone dragged a thin, pointed object against the surface of a chalkboard. No matter how fantastical the being might be, there were some affronts to the senses that were universally disliked.

The promise of dry clothes and food meant he couldn't wallow in his failure for long. He could try again another day, and he would be one step closer to finding an end to his experiments. He hadn't been around during that era, but he did rather like a quote he had heard once: 'When you have exhausted all possibilities, remember this — you haven't.'

"What did you have in mind?" He followed beside her, wanting to keep pace and engage simultaneously.

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[driftingjazzbard]

"Your Majesty's puppy dog eyes are legendary, I assure you, so please stop with the face." Erin rubs her own face and sighs. She didn't get involved with nobility as a rule...well alright, it'd been a rule before falling in with the Shepherds, who took a random assortment of skilled people regardless of birth. It was why she trusted Chrom, though she teased him by referring to him by his titles. He saw people as equals, and his title as a painful obligation. Despite what he himself may think, he was a smart man.

However a noble court, even one inherited from the saintly lady Emmeryn, was still a noble court, and the nobility in the Shepherds was the minority in terms of attitudes. There were still those who thought birth dictated one's general character...and intelligence. If it wasn't sly insults, it'd likely be some bright spark thinking they could dazzle her into a relationship long enough to get them in good with Chrom. She wasn't sure which was worse.

...

She sighed.

It was her friend's birthday. Leaving aside all that, all other circumstance...it was her friend's birthday, and he'd be having a pretty shit one.

"...If you let me get cornered by debutantes at the party I'll never forgive you, and there had better be some truly amazing food."

"...And we should have a better party with the Shepherds afterwards. A real party."

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His birthday was coming up, wasn't it? Sigh, the desire to erase this memory from everyone's mind is great. Not because he hates his birth, but what it entails of a king's birthday from all these pleasantries he could do without. He won't deny he find it enjoyable with the right people, but generally it is a chance for some opportunistic people to make moves for their own agendas.

Picking up from the decorations to who is going to play music was necessary. The last thing he and everyone else want is for a hidden surprise here or there. Thus, the customary thing was for only close circle of people would be part of the orchestra. In his previous birthdays he had Cordelia play the harp and it was reassuring to have a falco knight around. Now, he got more friends he can request their help. As trusting as he is, he wouldn't jeopardize the lives of others for his own beliefs.

He called for Erin and told her that he wants her to be the main singer in the party.

"Your majesty I would do just about anything for you, but why in the world would you want to put me in front of a bunch of nobles to be snickered at?"

"I understand that, Erin. If it is up to me, I wouldn't be even entertaining this." he paused for a moment. "Sigh... I guess that would make you feel uncomfortable, understandable ..." guess he is back to finding someone else. Unless ...

scratching his cheek, he looked back at her (somewhat ..almost pleading ...) "You....won't reconsider? I only want people I trust around me." usually, he wouldn't push anyone this far but in all honesty, he is desperate.

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[driftingjazzbard]

"Of course I can't. I crave variety. I travel specifically to experience the differences in cultures, food, ideas, in various parts of the world. Humanity can be a bunch of stupid assholes, but they can also be so remarkably beautiful. Blind homogeny? The crushing of the spirit? That's the surest way to make sure you kill any form of art there is. There'll be spirit alright, but it'll all be that fire aimed at you."

"I would think that a god wouldn't have to prove itself in this way...or frankly at all. Why would it need to? A god would be certain enough in its own power that it shouldn't need to perform pointless acts of subjugation for recognition."

"I am not burdened by the evolutionary failure that is aging. I will live through the ages to stomp out rebellions. I am humanities greatest creation. But are you truly so short sighted you cannot see the value in a united humanity. Humanity has torn the world asunder with their pathetic infighting and greed. This will put an end to such things. Of course that is simply a byproduct of having such an empire. Truthfully, my primary goal is the crushing of the spirit. Humanity decided to play God, so I'll show them what one looks like."

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"No? I don't really do what I do to get rich." She's wandering around in the woods half the time, after all. "If I wanted to make money I'd get hired on at some estate."

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"Reasonable profit is one thing, selling something for twenty times what you paid for it is quite another."

"And you wouldn't jump at the chance to do that?"

He doesn't feel a shred of guilt. It's going to be taking up space in his shop, and as well making a profit is quite literally the idea of his business!

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[driftingjazzbard]

"Nothing lasts forever. In each generation, year after year, there'll be a new hero. An undying flame, a rebellion building itself. Always. And what for? What are you going to do once you rule? What's your grand design?"

"And they shall fall. Watch as everything they hold dear dies by my hand. In an entirely futile struggle. I'm a force this world has never seen. A man made God. I was made to rule this world, and keep humans under my boot. Perhaps then at least, humanity will be united for once. After the dissidents hang on the roads walked to get here."

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[driftingjazzbard]

"Okay, first, he's not my prince. I'm not from around here. Second, retreating to regroup is a sound strategy. Third, his bastard father's the one who's the coward. Not him. You can say a lot of things about that man, but cowardice is not one of them."

"And it's not like everyone thinks they can be a hero. People know their limitations. Humans are just a stubborn, proud bunch. There are some that are weak, that are happy to give up the responsibility for making their own decisions, to have something to blame for being unhappy...but there's also a portion that will spit in your face to their dying breath through sheer spite and pride. They will not bend. They will not break. They will defy you unto death, because to do anything else would be to deny themselves at their very core."

"Destruction only awaits those who refuse to bend their knee to me. Surrender, and you'll simply be assimilated into my empire. Unfortunately, everyone thinks they can be a hero, failing to realize they're little more than walking corpses. Just look at your coward prince, when he fled, his father surrendered, and joined Asher Moore as part of my council."

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"You know, I have this weird feeling like you wouldn't be interested in my normal trade. I'm a bard. I do stories and songs for money or room and board, typically. Sometimes for goods I need as well, but...yeah." This was why she'd thought seeing if Roan wouldn't mind a couple days of company might be the better shot.

"Good luck with that." The same old "I'll take business elsewhere!". The question is, exactly, "where?".

"Offering something of equal value is always on the table."

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