[ god i owe you so many tags we really just get eaten by the team post
anyways, hulkenberg can be found at... congratulations! she's sitting at one of the booths, not actually eating anything and instead sitting there with her head in hand, eyes closed. her halberd is in the booth with her, propped against the wall on the inside, always ready for something.
her eyes open as her ears twitch, hearing someone, but seeing mordalion she closes her eyes again. it's fine. just another knight. another ally. her teammate, in all of this.
but so, too, were rosamund and wiš'adel. ]
... I enjoyed very little, about the trial in Key Neuve. I cannot say I enjoyed last week's, either.
But I did not take any pleasure whatsoever in this one, for a myriad of reasons. And if Lady Rosamund was, in fact, a culprit... North said 'twould be in our hands what to do with the second.
mordalion's expression and manner are the same as always. for someone who has lived so long, done so much - there's little that is able to change it. but there's a slight tightness to the corners of his eyes as he listens to hulkenberg speak, sliding into the booth across from her as he props his own sword against the wall.
teammates. allies. it was never that easy. ]
Both of their insistent denials are uncharacteristic. Even Wis'adel, who is not forthcoming, would allow her horns to be checked for triviality previously.
If this is possession, or motivated by those items... those are quite different circumstances, as well.
hulkenberg can detect that tightness, when she opens her eyes again to look at him, straightening back up with a rough exhale of a sigh. both hands rest on the table, like she's pushing herself back into the booth seat with it. that it has someone that's so consistent in temperament reacting as such... ]
Flippancy and impatience. [ for weesh and rosie, respectively. ] Nevermind digging their heels in. We've not known them long, true, but it takes very little to begin to understand a person when you live with them, and spend such high-stress time amongst each other.
[ leaning back in the booth, arms crossed... thinking, back through their past two weeks. by now their own game had been in its bizarre final stages, but that seemed to be unusual from how many of the others spoke.
a shallow sigh. ]
They're very compelling temptations. With the upfront statement of promised revivals, it's unsurprising that some would be swayed. Especially those used to taking lives. It's a test of will, but also of circumstance.
[ it's so strange to think that, by now, they were preparing to go home in key neuve. the wenis group, too, were seeing their mess to an end, though she understands very little of the bare facts that she's learned about their experience.
not that any of this will ever make sense, really. ]
Yet there is the looming presence of the Auditors above us - I doubt that they would honour a promise of revival, were they to believe we failed their little set of games.
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wk 1; saturday
anyways, hulkenberg can be found at... congratulations! she's sitting at one of the booths, not actually eating anything and instead sitting there with her head in hand, eyes closed. her halberd is in the booth with her, propped against the wall on the inside, always ready for something.
her eyes open as her ears twitch, hearing someone, but seeing mordalion she closes her eyes again. it's fine. just another knight. another ally. her teammate, in all of this.
but so, too, were rosamund and wiš'adel. ]
... I enjoyed very little, about the trial in Key Neuve. I cannot say I enjoyed last week's, either.
But I did not take any pleasure whatsoever in this one, for a myriad of reasons. And if Lady Rosamund was, in fact, a culprit... North said 'twould be in our hands what to do with the second.
no subject
mordalion's expression and manner are the same as always. for someone who has lived so long, done so much - there's little that is able to change it. but there's a slight tightness to the corners of his eyes as he listens to hulkenberg speak, sliding into the booth across from her as he props his own sword against the wall.
teammates. allies. it was never that easy. ]
Both of their insistent denials are uncharacteristic. Even Wis'adel, who is not forthcoming, would allow her horns to be checked for triviality previously.
If this is possession, or motivated by those items... those are quite different circumstances, as well.
no subject
hulkenberg can detect that tightness, when she opens her eyes again to look at him, straightening back up with a rough exhale of a sigh. both hands rest on the table, like she's pushing herself back into the booth seat with it. that it has someone that's so consistent in temperament reacting as such... ]
Flippancy and impatience. [ for weesh and rosie, respectively. ] Nevermind digging their heels in. We've not known them long, true, but it takes very little to begin to understand a person when you live with them, and spend such high-stress time amongst each other.
The temptation of those items is foul.
no subject
a shallow sigh. ]
They're very compelling temptations. With the upfront statement of promised revivals, it's unsurprising that some would be swayed. Especially those used to taking lives. It's a test of will, but also of circumstance.
no subject
not that any of this will ever make sense, really. ]
Yet there is the looming presence of the Auditors above us - I doubt that they would honour a promise of revival, were they to believe we failed their little set of games.
no subject
[ he glances at her halberd, then to his own sword. ]
You and I are knights. We have codes to follow. But even we have circumstances for which we would break those codes.