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hardlydead) wrote2021-11-01 05:44 am
hardlydead) wrote2021-11-01 05:44 am
Those trees are just...really aggressive. [ His short laugh would probably sound less scornful if he could close his mouth and still breath. His gentle rocks up onto his toes betray his nerves as David comes closer. Quentin's hands shove deep in his pockets, shoulders up around his ears. He has his bag, supplied for the adventure. ] Heads up, I will probably cry about this.
I'm not gonna judge you, it's gonna hurt like a bitch.
[ he makes a note to ask what actually happened to quentin's face, but in the meantime david closes the space between them and tilts his head to look at that nose with a frown. ]
Don't suppose you've got anythin' to shove up your nostrils do you?
[ he makes a note to ask what actually happened to quentin's face, but in the meantime david closes the space between them and tilts his head to look at that nose with a frown. ]
Don't suppose you've got anythin' to shove up your nostrils do you?
[ He softens noticeably in the joints as David eases closer, willfully to keep from flinching away. The "tree" has left him a little gun shy about people reaching for his face. David won't miss the effort Quentin expends to stay relaxed. ]
Mmhmm. Gauze. Popsicle sticks. Syringe tubes, depending on, uh--on how crazy we wanna get. That much of a mess, you think?
Mmhmm. Gauze. Popsicle sticks. Syringe tubes, depending on, uh--on how crazy we wanna get. That much of a mess, you think?
[ it's something david's particularly sensitive to, the way people are about being touched, people who flinch or shy away or whose eyes glaze over just to fight the panic. david's careful not to do anything sudden because of it, taking quentin's chin so he can tilt his head up and see that mess from a different angle. fucking hell. ]
Mostly thinking about making sure they stay open. [ he gives quentin a slight shrug, mostly with his face ] Ain't gonna look great, but should be able to force it to stay functional.
Mostly thinking about making sure they stay open. [ he gives quentin a slight shrug, mostly with his face ] Ain't gonna look great, but should be able to force it to stay functional.
I suppose not. Would you turn your head from what ails the world and bury it in such pursuits to pass the time, then?
I focus on what I can deal with. Can't fix the world, but I can take care of me and mine.
Never was much of an idealist, but I'm stupid and I'm loyal so I work with what I've got.
[ tarhos will have seen it by now. somebody could literally sandbag him and david will still go above and beyond to get them out of that trial. "stupid and loyal" is a pretty good description for it. ]
[ tarhos will have seen it by now. somebody could literally sandbag him and david will still go above and beyond to get them out of that trial. "stupid and loyal" is a pretty good description for it. ]
A description I can agree with. Still, it does you more credibly than most who face their deaths in the trials.
Speaking of my stupidity, when are we having that dust-up?
Is there no better time than the present? Unless you are otherwise currently occupied.
Nah, I've got time.
Not sure how long it'll take me to get there, but it shouldn't take too much time.
Not sure how long it'll take me to get there, but it shouldn't take too much time.
I will await your arrival, then. Do not disappoint.
[ david doesn't reply, but he does show up about 20 minutes later. once you're used to the fog and know where you're trying to go, he's found it doesn't take very long to get between realms. though the ones that are in use are... easier. ]
[ he steps into the main foyer, walks through into the wide open space with the cold lights and the emptiness that seems so vast with no people and no signs of life, and drops his backpack on a bench. ]
You here?
[ wow that's an echo. ]
[ he steps into the main foyer, walks through into the wide open space with the cold lights and the emptiness that seems so vast with no people and no signs of life, and drops his backpack on a bench. ]
You here?
[ wow that's an echo. ]
[ The echo of David's voice is met with the echoing clank of Tarhos standing from where he'd been waiting, seated on the fountain. No full armor for this, but he is wearing full greaves. ]
Indeed I am. You came alone.
[ He gives David an approving nod. ]
Indeed I am. You came alone.
[ He gives David an approving nod. ]
Course I did.
[ david shrugs a shoulder as he walks over to where tarhos is stood. a little selfishly he's sure he's about to get his shit wrecked and he'd rather not have an audience for it, but moreover the idea of bringing anybody along just doesn't feel right. this is about him and his needs, nobody else needs to get involved in that. they'd probably just worry anyway. ]
[ he looks up at the other man — it's admittedly a little strange to put a face to the suit of armour that's been menacing them lately — and then past him, up to the balconies above them. ]
Your friends about?
[ david shrugs a shoulder as he walks over to where tarhos is stood. a little selfishly he's sure he's about to get his shit wrecked and he'd rather not have an audience for it, but moreover the idea of bringing anybody along just doesn't feel right. this is about him and his needs, nobody else needs to get involved in that. they'd probably just worry anyway. ]
[ he looks up at the other man — it's admittedly a little strange to put a face to the suit of armour that's been menacing them lately — and then past him, up to the balconies above them. ]
Your friends about?
Of course not.
[ Is that... a hint of amusement in Tarhos' voice? Perish the thought. ]
This is no battle, merely a bit of sport.
[ Is that... a hint of amusement in Tarhos' voice? Perish the thought. ]
This is no battle, merely a bit of sport.
[ there's a brief flash of confusion across david's face, just because he has no idea what would be amusing about that question. it's not like they have to get involved... unless they only get to come out if there's people to stab? but that seems odd. ]
[ whatever. he shrugs. ]
Fair enough. [ he gestures broadly ] Anythin' you wanna say first. I know some people have rules and shit.
[ whatever. he shrugs. ]
Fair enough. [ he gestures broadly ] Anythin' you wanna say first. I know some people have rules and shit.
[ One corner of his mouth jitters up. That's funny. ] Ah. Probably shoulda done that the first time. I love functioning.
You can do it, right? I mean, if you can't or if it makes you nervous or something, I'll just wait. I know it won't be perfect, I just wanna--ha. Just wanna be able to breathe before I get called into my next trial.
You can do it, right? I mean, if you can't or if it makes you nervous or something, I'll just wait. I know it won't be perfect, I just wanna--ha. Just wanna be able to breathe before I get called into my next trial.
Yeah, it's no problem. [ he's still looking at quentin's nose with a frown, but it's not exactly gonna be hard to break. ] Just gimme the stuff and I'll do it.
Here's fine. [ what are they worried about, hygiene? privacy? here? david glances around and shrugs a shoulder. ] Unless you wanna sit down or something?
[ Hey, it's one on one even in medieval Fight Club. ]
I suppose we should set boundaries. [ A beat. ] I presume you would prefer not to lose limbs?
I suppose we should set boundaries. [ A beat. ] I presume you would prefer not to lose limbs?
[ oh okay. the question surprises him in a way that makes him let out a short, breathy laugh, and david nods. ]
If you can help it, yeah. Prefer to keep my limbs attached.
[ what else? he's used to either "no rules" or "the rules of this establishment," so it's not something david's ever had to think about. ]
Nothin' I can't heal from without dying, I guess. I know it doesn't seem like it, but I try and keep that to a minimum.
If you can help it, yeah. Prefer to keep my limbs attached.
[ what else? he's used to either "no rules" or "the rules of this establishment," so it's not something david's ever had to think about. ]
Nothin' I can't heal from without dying, I guess. I know it doesn't seem like it, but I try and keep that to a minimum.
[ Here, David says, and Quentin sticks on hand in his bag, feeling for the ripped up fabric that counts for gauze in there. Here, apparently. Nodding, sucking in a breath, grinning clumsily: ] Nah. I can stand. I mean, you're a big guy, you'll catch me if I wobble, right? Haha.
Let's go. Gimme a countdown or something.
Let's go. Gimme a countdown or something.
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