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westwhere2021-07-09 08:04 pm
darkeststars) wrote in westwhere2021-07-09 08:04 pm
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WHO: Archeval and Five
WHEN: A bit after the start of the blood rains
WHERE: The caravan's encampment
WHAT: Even Five occasionally has to make time to be domestic; it's not like these bloodstains are going to get themselves out. Arche just happens to have a talent for taking care of clothes.
WARNINGS: Descriptions of blood, probably two assholes being assholes
Archeval has heard it said that humans, as a species, find it easy to fall into routine, and annoyingly he finds that he's no exception. It hasn't taken long to adjust to the rhythm of the caravan, packing up in the mornings for their perilous ghost-escorted journey and then settling down each night; by this point, even the awful red rains drenching the entire company every evening are starting to feel predictable. This has hardly been what one would call a safe journey, but in some ways he's at least felt better able to step back and focus on his own affairs than he did back amongst the tense, nerve-wracking chaos of Sa-Hareth. (And it's probably really saying something that the dangerous trip across crumbling mountain cliffs, escorted by a ghost army, hounded by hunting avian creatures, and washed by blood rains on the nightly still feels less terrible somehow than Sa-Hareth did, but -- as far as Darth Imperius is concerned his life already passed the absurdity event horizon a number of years ago and since then he does his best to simply take these things as they come.)
Right now, as the sun sinks in the sky and the caravan unpacks its things to endure another night in this cursed pass, Arche is headed for the thin mountain stream they've made camp by to wash himself a little as best he can before the whole thing runs red tonight. Given how the rains have followed them, persistent and terrible, for night after night lately, it's no surprise to see others doing the same -- some of Mazyar's people seem to be hauling off fresh water while they still can, a few others linger around further downstream from here, and... off to one side, hm, there's Five. Five, who seems to be... squinting at his own dripping jacket, right in the middle of washing it perhaps?
It's still a little odd to see him just hanging around visibly among the group, given how standoffish Arche has found the young man to be, and even odder still to encounter him in the middle of something as normal as doing chores. Are those bloodstains on that jacket...?
Arche drifts over behind the young man to squint at his handiwork entirely uninvited.
"Is all that from the rains?" he grimaces, dearly hoping to hear that isn't so. Far better Five's been off murdering someone bloody instead; the rest of the macabre downpour dropping onto their heads every night has largely been vanishing the following morning, and Archeval very much hopes that trend isn't about to change. He only has so many pairs of clean clothes.
WHEN: A bit after the start of the blood rains
WHERE: The caravan's encampment
WHAT: Even Five occasionally has to make time to be domestic; it's not like these bloodstains are going to get themselves out. Arche just happens to have a talent for taking care of clothes.
WARNINGS: Descriptions of blood, probably two assholes being assholes
Archeval has heard it said that humans, as a species, find it easy to fall into routine, and annoyingly he finds that he's no exception. It hasn't taken long to adjust to the rhythm of the caravan, packing up in the mornings for their perilous ghost-escorted journey and then settling down each night; by this point, even the awful red rains drenching the entire company every evening are starting to feel predictable. This has hardly been what one would call a safe journey, but in some ways he's at least felt better able to step back and focus on his own affairs than he did back amongst the tense, nerve-wracking chaos of Sa-Hareth. (And it's probably really saying something that the dangerous trip across crumbling mountain cliffs, escorted by a ghost army, hounded by hunting avian creatures, and washed by blood rains on the nightly still feels less terrible somehow than Sa-Hareth did, but -- as far as Darth Imperius is concerned his life already passed the absurdity event horizon a number of years ago and since then he does his best to simply take these things as they come.)
Right now, as the sun sinks in the sky and the caravan unpacks its things to endure another night in this cursed pass, Arche is headed for the thin mountain stream they've made camp by to wash himself a little as best he can before the whole thing runs red tonight. Given how the rains have followed them, persistent and terrible, for night after night lately, it's no surprise to see others doing the same -- some of Mazyar's people seem to be hauling off fresh water while they still can, a few others linger around further downstream from here, and... off to one side, hm, there's Five. Five, who seems to be... squinting at his own dripping jacket, right in the middle of washing it perhaps?
It's still a little odd to see him just hanging around visibly among the group, given how standoffish Arche has found the young man to be, and even odder still to encounter him in the middle of something as normal as doing chores. Are those bloodstains on that jacket...?
Arche drifts over behind the young man to squint at his handiwork entirely uninvited.
"Is all that from the rains?" he grimaces, dearly hoping to hear that isn't so. Far better Five's been off murdering someone bloody instead; the rest of the macabre downpour dropping onto their heads every night has largely been vanishing the following morning, and Archeval very much hopes that trend isn't about to change. He only has so many pairs of clean clothes.
no subject
He looks him over with some interest when he reveals the state he was in after the siege, but can't spot the injury he's referring to. It's possible he's well on his way to recovery. To the extent that he can focus on his notes at least. For that, Five is envious. Concentrating on his work has felt nearly impossible lately, and he can't trust that he hasn't made too many mistakes while trying to salvage any of it.
The bit about the temple raises an eyebrow though. Lan Wangji's relative? Must be his son, who Five is only vaguely aware of. Of course that's the subject he breezes by without elaboration. Arche isn't the only one who hasn't been paying enough attention to their little network lately, and he frowns thinking he somehow missed an opportunity.
Fortunately, he has an easy excuse to why he's been distracted. Which he assumes Arche has already picked up on, with that last statement.
"With my sisters, you mean?" He isn't sure if he is aware of Allison's arrival, but he sees no reason not to point out his family. If only to make it clear who shouldn't be messed with. "They know how to take care of themselves."
If he thinks that Five is going to expand on that, he'll be disappointed. He isn't done asking questions, since he seems to enjoy answering them so much.
"Tell me about the temple." His sister arrived somewhere similar, so he's curious if it's the same one. "Did you find who you were looking for?"