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westwhere2022-06-22 12:33 pm
somebadnews) wrote in westwhere2022-06-22 12:33 pm
this is the world that we live in
WHO: Five, Allison, Diego, Wrath, and Emilia
WHEN: Mid-June-ish / before the plot rolls
WHERE: the Pariah
WHAT: hero dinner party
WARNINGS: language, whatever else I'll edit in
The bar was set low. Five, for one, was initially just happy to be away from that cursed village and sailing literally anywhere else. In the days after, they had to deal with a militia, possible compulsions from the undead, truly disturbing nightmares, and at some point he was hexed by a talking fish. All that's to say, that they decided they needed to take advantage of the first calm night to at least pretend that they're pointed in a better direction.
They almost certainly aren't, but here's hoping shit can stay calm for an hour or two.
The empty room they found isn't in perfect condition, and they don't have a table as much as plank spread on top of two barrels, but by Five's standards it's perfectly serviceable. On one end, a few bottles of rum, and next to it a bowl of oranges and some salted meats. It's not exactly the hero's dinner that Diego probably deserved after managing to kill one of the undead warlords, but even Five agreed that they should do something to mark the occasion with the few people who really understood what happened. Allison still hasn't seemed like herself since the volcano, and so he did his part to handle the arrangements, such as they were.
Extending the invitation to Wrath and Emilia seemed to make it more than just a family gathering, and he figured they'd all played some part in helping them get this far. He even had the idea to invite Hermione along, but it turned out that she decided to make a second home in the brig. Which is a shame, she could have probably waved her stick and made this all look more impressive, but Five doesn't have the patience to keep breaking everyone out of jail, especially once he decides they're probably safer staying there.
It's not exactly his forte, but an unusual amount of effort was made. Getting this far wasn't easy, and he's trying to... be the older brother here. He wants to show that he's fine. They're all doing okay, and he still has this under control. As long as Wrath doesn't out him in front of everyone, or they decide to ambush him over his memories. They've earned a break. He doesn't even bitch about the wolves occupying the limited space. They've just become part of the family now, and he's going to have to accept that.
As informal as this is, he stands at the head of the table with his head down, gripping the back of a stool and looking like he's taking the whole thing more seriously than he should. It's ridiculous to give a speech, but he feels the urge to say something here.
"I would have liked to wait to do this until we could have better scenery, but I don't have a lot of confidence in where we're headed. I gotta say that I didn't know that we were going to make it out of there." He only looks up to see that they're listening to him, and he glances at each of them around the room as he takes a breath.
"And my brother... Diego, somehow, you did something right. Something I couldn't do, and that's worth celebrating." He clears his throat and grabs the nearest bottle to pour himself a cup to raise in salute. Then he gestures to the table. "So take a seat. Enjoy the oranges."
Compliments don't come naturally to him, and he feels awkward after he's done. It doesn't make up for everything, but at least he was sincere. He'll just avoid any further socializing until he finishes his drink.
WHEN: Mid-June-ish / before the plot rolls
WHERE: the Pariah
WHAT: hero dinner party
WARNINGS: language, whatever else I'll edit in
The bar was set low. Five, for one, was initially just happy to be away from that cursed village and sailing literally anywhere else. In the days after, they had to deal with a militia, possible compulsions from the undead, truly disturbing nightmares, and at some point he was hexed by a talking fish. All that's to say, that they decided they needed to take advantage of the first calm night to at least pretend that they're pointed in a better direction.
They almost certainly aren't, but here's hoping shit can stay calm for an hour or two.
The empty room they found isn't in perfect condition, and they don't have a table as much as plank spread on top of two barrels, but by Five's standards it's perfectly serviceable. On one end, a few bottles of rum, and next to it a bowl of oranges and some salted meats. It's not exactly the hero's dinner that Diego probably deserved after managing to kill one of the undead warlords, but even Five agreed that they should do something to mark the occasion with the few people who really understood what happened. Allison still hasn't seemed like herself since the volcano, and so he did his part to handle the arrangements, such as they were.
Extending the invitation to Wrath and Emilia seemed to make it more than just a family gathering, and he figured they'd all played some part in helping them get this far. He even had the idea to invite Hermione along, but it turned out that she decided to make a second home in the brig. Which is a shame, she could have probably waved her stick and made this all look more impressive, but Five doesn't have the patience to keep breaking everyone out of jail, especially once he decides they're probably safer staying there.
It's not exactly his forte, but an unusual amount of effort was made. Getting this far wasn't easy, and he's trying to... be the older brother here. He wants to show that he's fine. They're all doing okay, and he still has this under control. As long as Wrath doesn't out him in front of everyone, or they decide to ambush him over his memories. They've earned a break. He doesn't even bitch about the wolves occupying the limited space. They've just become part of the family now, and he's going to have to accept that.
As informal as this is, he stands at the head of the table with his head down, gripping the back of a stool and looking like he's taking the whole thing more seriously than he should. It's ridiculous to give a speech, but he feels the urge to say something here.
"I would have liked to wait to do this until we could have better scenery, but I don't have a lot of confidence in where we're headed. I gotta say that I didn't know that we were going to make it out of there." He only looks up to see that they're listening to him, and he glances at each of them around the room as he takes a breath.
"And my brother... Diego, somehow, you did something right. Something I couldn't do, and that's worth celebrating." He clears his throat and grabs the nearest bottle to pour himself a cup to raise in salute. Then he gestures to the table. "So take a seat. Enjoy the oranges."
Compliments don't come naturally to him, and he feels awkward after he's done. It doesn't make up for everything, but at least he was sincere. He'll just avoid any further socializing until he finishes his drink.
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At least they're of a similar mind on one point. Attempting to stay neutral was a fool's game. He'd said as much, back when that opinion was the minority.
"I'm sure no one was more surprised that worked than the Beastmaster," he remarks lightly to his brother, less cutting than he might have been if this weren't Diego's dinner. Generally, he agrees with Wrath. Not many people are able to see the big picture, but that's just one of the many drawbacks to staying with a group who are less experienced in making those kinds of choices.
Of course, Five has let emotion get the best of him once or twice. That didn't have anything to do with right or wrong and more to do with temporary bouts of insanity. Hardly worth mentioning, but he does avoid eye contact in case anyone else is thinking the same as he shuffles around the table.
Now that everyone is eating, he drifts over to the pie, drink still firmly in hand, and picks at the filling.
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She thinks of what they know now: that the Beastmaster was created by a mirror. They know, too, that he was once wed to the Huntress. The Huntress, who can bend Wrath's will to hers and is once again missing in action.
The Huntress, who must be dealt with, as well.
Five's remark turns her attention back to the table and away from such murderous thoughts.
"Your skill with knives is truly exceptional," she adds. She hadn't seen them in action, not properly.
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She's teasing, but there is a tinge of pride to it. She won't deny that Diego did a huge thing. Sure, they don't know what the reprecussions will be yet, but they took a major piece off the chessboard. That has to be worth something.