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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
🕒 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
🕒 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.]
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It still has the memories of home. But it's not the same.
[And that even without taking into account the physical state of that home, and what might have become it, like is the case with his.]
It's... not easy to talk about. Even when other people might also know the feeling. Even when you want nothing more than to remember them. Remember that they were here. Wherever that 'here' might be.
[And while simply no longer being present in Avalon is a far cry from being dead... it still means not being able to see that person.]
And I wouldn't say I... care for them. Just that they... helped.
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[ She can only imagine what that would mean for Jullus- she at least, still has her family, her children- her clan. She's their Matriarch, after all.
Jullus... probably doesn't have much else at all. And it makes her feel sorrowful imagining that. Would that she could invite him to stay with her back home, too- he'd get along with her brother and probably knock him down a peg or two, she imagines.
But those thoughts are set aside as she smiles weakly and nods, her ears flicking back. ]
... aye. They helped...
[ She repeats that, before leaning back. ]
So did the rest of us, though. The healers, the engineers, the soldiers... while I too, am glad for them, 'tis a bit disheartening being so far from home and hearing from those from a place you know- that your efforts hardly mean the same.
[ She shakes her head. ]
Though I suppose I haven't gone to the ends of the universe. Gaius... told me the "me" he knew- was a Warrior of Light too. I can't even imagine it. Imagine being a hero like that.
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But that is something that is largely irrelevant here, where the only person who has really understood that sense has been Alfonse, and even then there have still been differences in their experiences.]
Do you know what I remember most from all of... what happened? It wasn't anything the Warrior of Light did. It was the kindness we were shown when we came to your camp after bringing over the refugees.
[After Quintus' death, and being released from their duty.]
It was feeling warmth again, for the first time after so long. People speaking to us like we were... welcome. The same as any other.
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It makes her heart warm, despite how heavy it's feeling. She exhales quietly, ears flicking forward. ]
Aye... that warmth is important for us all, isn't it...
[ She looks out at the garden, before- braving her thoughts, and hesitations. ]
You know... my parents died protecting our family from a Garlean assault. I was too young to understand the gravity of it... all I knew was these people had taken my parents from me. And as I grew older, the thing I resented- was that I never got to be a girl as a result. I was my brother's protector, his mother- and eventually our clan's Matriarch.
Yet... [ She leans back, looking over at him. ] 'twas a Garlean Tribunus that showed me kindness years later, and freed me from what would have been a merciless end. And a kind medicus who made sure I was healthy enough to escape. She's part of mine own family now.
[ She hasn't spoken about this since Jakurai learnt about it from her. But it's easier to talk about it years later. ]
It could have been anyone that hurt my family, or showed them kindness. The important part is that kindness was shown, in the end. And paying it forward is better than hurting those that need it the most, aye?
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Yes. It is.
[And in more than one way in a place as cold as Garlemald is prone to being; the very literal sort of warmth just as important as the kindness people had shown them.]
Yes. But we were never taught to expect it. Not from the people who had been our enemies. Even if there were some of us who were... willing to see the possibility.
[Quintus hadn't. Hadn't wanted to, almost, and until they had been formally released from their duty they'd had no choice but to follow his lead. Even if it hadn't been anything they had necessarily wanted to do.
And he does wonder, a bit, at the tribunus who had been willing to show her kindness. Who they were, and if he happens to know them. But he figures it's not as relevant as the story itself.]