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isleofavalon2022-05-28 12:59 am
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The (un?)merry month of May
🧙 WHO: Jullus and whoever!
⚔️️ WHAT: Assorted DitL-style things + May event prompts
đź•’ WHEN: The latter half of May
🗺️ WHERE: various, see prompts
⚠️ WARNINGS: none atm
{i, closed to housemates}
[For all that Jullus is, by this point, at least used to the idea of having found himself in another world, there are still times when it feels ... odd to be living in a house full of other people. A house that might have found itself down at least one member recently, but even so it's... strange. Both for the fact that the idea of having genuine privacy is still a little novel and for the fact that the last time he'd shared a house with anyone previously it had been his own family.
(He might be reasonably certain the people he currently shares a house with aren't going to share his family's fate. But the thought is harder to shake for certain.)
Still, he makes an effort to offer a polite nod to anyone he should happen to pass by even if he is often not the most inclined to initiate conversation beyond that. And if the room he has happened to choose as his is kept military-neat, well. Surely he can't be blamed for that.]
{ii, OTA}
[Absent anything else to do - he has not yet made any significant effort to find a more permanent job, and is not entirely thrilled at the idea of taking on quests - Jullus can mostly be found training. With his gunblade more than anything. While he is well aware of the fact that he's meant to have some - and has no significant problem with magic either - he's not entirely sure what he's meant to do with it. Especially when his gunblade has been more than enough before.
And so he can be found making well-practiced swings at imagined enemies, while his familiar hops back and forth behind him.]
{iii, OTA}
[Though Jullus has no particular interest in - or familiarity with - the Fisher King and so opts to not go on the search for him, even he isn't blind to the change that takes over Camelot in the days that follow. It's not a surprise, perhaps. Even he knows that an absence of any direct authority in a region often has disastrous effects. But neither is he particularly inclined to simply sit by and watch as criminals and ne'er-do-wells suddenly make their presence known across Camelot.
A gunblade might be poor protection against curses. But he's willing to make the attempt and when he spots a shady figure coming down the street he turns to whoever happens to be nearby, hand falling to the hilt of his gunblade.]
Go. I'll hold them here.
[He will... probably manage to not inflict any serious injuries on the criminals in question. But he's certainly not above it seem like it might be the case otherwise.]
⚔️️ WHAT: Assorted DitL-style things + May event prompts
đź•’ WHEN: The latter half of May
🗺️ WHERE: various, see prompts
⚠️ WARNINGS: none atm
{i, closed to housemates}
[For all that Jullus is, by this point, at least used to the idea of having found himself in another world, there are still times when it feels ... odd to be living in a house full of other people. A house that might have found itself down at least one member recently, but even so it's... strange. Both for the fact that the idea of having genuine privacy is still a little novel and for the fact that the last time he'd shared a house with anyone previously it had been his own family.
(He might be reasonably certain the people he currently shares a house with aren't going to share his family's fate. But the thought is harder to shake for certain.)
Still, he makes an effort to offer a polite nod to anyone he should happen to pass by even if he is often not the most inclined to initiate conversation beyond that. And if the room he has happened to choose as his is kept military-neat, well. Surely he can't be blamed for that.]
{ii, OTA}
[Absent anything else to do - he has not yet made any significant effort to find a more permanent job, and is not entirely thrilled at the idea of taking on quests - Jullus can mostly be found training. With his gunblade more than anything. While he is well aware of the fact that he's meant to have some - and has no significant problem with magic either - he's not entirely sure what he's meant to do with it. Especially when his gunblade has been more than enough before.
And so he can be found making well-practiced swings at imagined enemies, while his familiar hops back and forth behind him.]
{iii, OTA}
[Though Jullus has no particular interest in - or familiarity with - the Fisher King and so opts to not go on the search for him, even he isn't blind to the change that takes over Camelot in the days that follow. It's not a surprise, perhaps. Even he knows that an absence of any direct authority in a region often has disastrous effects. But neither is he particularly inclined to simply sit by and watch as criminals and ne'er-do-wells suddenly make their presence known across Camelot.
A gunblade might be poor protection against curses. But he's willing to make the attempt and when he spots a shady figure coming down the street he turns to whoever happens to be nearby, hand falling to the hilt of his gunblade.]
Go. I'll hold them here.
[He will... probably manage to not inflict any serious injuries on the criminals in question. But he's certainly not above it seem like it might be the case otherwise.]
i
So this morning he greets Jullus with a smile, as he cooked breakfast. Conveniently enough they both still seemed to maintain something of their military schedule. Not that his father was one to let them sleep in regardless.]
Good morning, sleep well?
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...As fine as anyone can be, in the wake of the Final Days. (That he does not, entirely, know how anywhere else fared is ... less relevant.)]
Well enough. You?
[He knows better than to assume the weariness to Alfonse - and he can spot it, not least of all for the fact that it's a feeling he's known himself - is anything to do with being less than decently rested. But the topic of sleep is at least easier than addressing the knotty problem of loss. No matter how recent it might have been.]
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[They were similar enough that both answers roughly translated to "I slept" which, after what they'd both seen and lived through, was indeed, well enough. It was a quiet understanding, as much seemed to be the way with them.]
Do you like Vareniki? I probably should have asked before I started making it- but I've got some sharlotka in case you don't. Just don't tell Megumi that I let you sneak off with nothing but cake.
[He looked up from his work, stuffing the little dumplings to offer the other a smile.]
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I haven't had either in... longer than I care to remember.
[There'd never been the time to go the effort, after Anima had first made its presence known. And truth be told, he'd be more than glad to have either. Or both.]
But I won't tell her you were willing to.
[There's even the briefest flicker of something like a smile, as he takes the offered dumplings.]
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Me neither honestly, making sharlotka was dangerous. No matter how close you watched it, or how you tried to lock it away, ,y brother Rex would always somehow get into it and eat it until he made himself sick.
[But he's going to slip Jullus two slices of the little apple cakes, a quiet bit of rebellion from the two of them.]
I won't tell if you won't.
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[After Anima, he means, and though neither had exactly been a staple at his house before everything came to that sudden and crushing end.]
And what ceruleum we had was needed for the heaters anyway.
[Especially as time had worn on and survival had become more important than even the small comforts offered by familiar food. But even so... there's an appreciative half-nod as Alfonse slips him the slices of cake.]
I won't.
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[The infighting, the stranded legions in Bozja and Eorzea... granted he was the cause of the untimely end of the VIIth, but it was for the better. He only wished so many hadn't followed Valens so loyally.]
When my siblings and I were to be part of the weapons projects... I started trying harder to make better meals for them. Some days it was all I could do to keep their spirits up.
[He sits down across from Jullus with his own meal, taking a few of the cakes himself as well. Their secret.]
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[Happier, maybe. But getting stranded is about the best he can think of, especially when what he knows of most of the other surviving legions is that they'd ended up petitioning for Eorzean aid, when it became apparent that things had become scattered at best and outright fractured at worst.]
It was like that for us, at the beginning. Anything we could do to keep people's spirits up we did. Or... tried to do. But the longer things went on, the harder it became.
[There were always more things to fight. More friends and family turned enemies, more rogue magitek patrolling the streets. Things that had seemed all but endless, especially with the cold never entirely leaving even despite the heaters.]
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[He takes a sip of hid tea. He figured he might as well talk about what happened to the VIIth Legion, and to him. It wasn’t exactly a secret that he’d died, but he’d kept the how of it quiet.
Father would… want him to be more open about it.]
Or I could have simply made matters worse… I wasn’t exactly in the best of mindsets.
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[He's not sure what he would have made of it, to be quite honest, and there's a moments silence as he takes a bite of one of the dumplings.]
But being rid of Anima would have made at least some difference.
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[It was almost odd speaking of his rampage and the destruction he wrought so…casually? He wasn’t due if that was the right word, but it felt so far away now, almost as though it had happened to a different person, and he had just watched.]
The thralls… well, all I could offer them would be a Swift death.
[As one who was still unaware of the cure for tempering.]
I’m honestly not sure what I would have done though. I had aspirations to end the civil war, to try and fix Garlemald to truly be a place for all her people…
A bit of a vague plan looking back on it now, but I wasn’t in a place where I could think of something more detailed.
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[The tower itself hadn't been as of when he'd been brought to this world, that he knows. But then again, even aside from any defenses it might have had, the structure itself is hardly going to be the easiest to tear down. If only for its sheer size.]
And that's all we could do. Kill them before they killed us, or worse. But that was before the Eorzeans showed up.
[Why things might have changed is something he doesn't clarify, or not immediately at any rate.]