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songerein2023-12-23 08:41 pm
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pactmarshal) wrote in songerein2023-12-23 08:41 pm
waters u
It's past noon, Aglovan. [ His correction is a gentle one, almost with a tease.
This time, unlike his last visit, he doesn't seem intent on coming inside. ]
I came to check on you. Your projects must be occupying much of your time, but I want to make sure you're eating and sleeping properly as well.
[ A strange duty for a sylvari firstborn to have, now that there are no dragons or Nightmare Court to fight... Checking to make sure his little brother eats his veggies. ]
kya
...That being said, Aglovan's face does drop at the realization. Then he lets his head slowly turn as his gaze flickers up towards the sky and...yeah, the sun sure is that high. Welp. ]
...Whoops?
[ The laugh is light and nervous, in a 'caught in 4K' type way. ]
You don't need to do all that! I'm perfectly fine- [ A quick hand gestures that overshoots and nearly smacks into the doorframe, and thus into the odd red caterpillar-like creature crawling across it. ] Mostly, anyway. I do know my limits! But I appreciate the gesture, regardless.
[ Now, is it his fault he likes to push those limits? Totally not. But it's...odd, to have someone who isn't one of his normal household check on him. He is a grown man. Sylvari. Whichever. ]
:doki:
Come. Before we find ourselves trapped here.
[ No context! No prelude! Trahearne whirls on his heel and strides towards a bench on the opposite side of the street. At least he can put his coffee down there before the inevitable... ]
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He is...not expecting the abrupt order?? His features quickly twist to bewildered as Trahearne promptly turns, no context, no nothing, to strut to the other side of the street. Trapped?? Here?? This is his house??
Regardless, after a shaken moment, he does promptly close the door behind him (nearly squishing another in the process), and quickly takes after him, quietly adjusting a knob on his arm for the cold. Once he's back in proper speaking range, he does dare to ask- ]
What...exactly are we avoiding being trapped by?
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Trahearne reaches the bench on the far side and gently places the tray of drinks down. He can hear the faint cheering from the gumdrops as they approach. Fight! Fight! he hears the faint yelling, and internally, he sighs; while he's glad it's not the one that forces romantic interaction, why couldn't it have been the friendly ones? The ones that encourage hugs and positive feelings?
Well. Let's hope Aglovan hasn't totally dismantled his golem.
He stands, turns, and the bright red gumdrops have begun hovering closer, forming a ring around them. Trahearne simply lifts a hand and points to one just over Aglovan's shoulder. ]
Them.
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Sure enough, anyway. He didn't leave any of his half-finished traps lying around, did he? Hm.
Aglovan himself barely registers the faint whispers, the tone too positive it passes as the distant shouts of children in his brain, and it's only when Trahearne opts to point that he finally turns to give a bewildered stare.
Oh. Worm...
Or perhaps not? He takes a surprised step back at the en-masse gathering of...tiny caterpillars? And then the noise hits, a bit louder as they come closer, and his head snaps to Trahearne with a faint look of dawning horror. FIGHT??? ]
Er, wait, wait...what is these, exactly? They're not bein' serious, now, right?
[ Please say Sike. He could never...Niamh would be so disappointed... ]
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These are gumdrops. Fae-like creatures that come out during the winter. They demand certain types of dreamotion—some consume romantic energy, and others amicable energy.
[ Now the gumdrops have surrounded them both, their whispers about fighting now replacing the ambient buzz of the town around them. His brother's bewilderment and horror is understandable. He doesn't want to put a brother of his in harm, nor does he want to saddle him with the guilt of hurting an elder... Not that he minds the latter, really. ]
These ones demand hostile energy. I hope you're ready, Aglovan— [ He draws his scepter, and his torch, though readies neither yet. ] We will have to fight one another.
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And he's currently being nudged by tiny, violent little fae creatures to brawl with him?
Mother preserve him...
Not to mention, he notes with a faint grimace, his current weaponset isn't exactly built for friendly scraps. Still, he shifts on his heels before finally unhooking the pistol from his belt. The rifle sits with it's hefty weight across his shoulders, but that likely won't do him much good at the moment. ]
Not exactly how I pictured my day... [ Why did he leave his workshop...he misses it already. ] But I guess I'd been gettin' rusty, anyway.
[ Might as well put his work to actual use. ]
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He watches his younger brother draw his pistol, and he lowers his center of gravity into a ready stance. He gives his wrist, the hand holding his scepter, a little flick. ]
Neither did I. [ Complete honesty. He really hopes they don't accidentally knock their coffee off the bench... That would be the real tragedy here. ]
But I'm glad to hear it—I don't mind a spar from time to time.
[ Though they're going to have to get angry to sate the gumdrops... Hmm. That feels like dangerous territory.
Anyway, Trahearne flicks his torch, and a sickly, greenish flame bursts into being at the end. did u ever think man who dies before path of fire would get the scourge elite spec? ]
On your signal.