[ Alright, fine -- but only because he’s got gallons more where that came from. #dominantperks
If one looks closely, they might just see the gears turning in Zaveid’s head. Yep, that’s right -- swordbro here has been dead for ages by the time Sorey the Boy Scout Shepherd enters the picture, and yet, he’s already spoiled for, like, a fraction of Zestiria. Circle takes the square, aaaaaand--
There’s a long, drawn-out: ] You guessed it.
[ Sigh. ]
Ran into him a while back when he was still a Dominant. I didn’t think he was who he said he was until he brain-dumped on me out of nowhere. [ Fucking hot cocoa. Fucking Patara. Goddamn it all...
Rokurou ruffles the back of his hair messily and errantly, then rubs his neck. ] ...Left me with all those mental images of you two puttin’ Ol’ Reaps down for good.
[ A stilted, audible breath out and his gaze drops to his feet, expression pulled taut and pensive. He was my friend, too. ]
Guess that curse finally got the best of him after all.
[ But, moving on. (Kinda.) ]
Anyway, when I found him again after that, they’d changed it up somehow; made him a Submissive. He had nowhere to go, so... [ A shrug. ] I signed his papers. Gave him a place to call home.
[ Yeah, so. About that. Sorey lives with Rokurou. PLOT TWIST. ]
S’kinda funny, y’know -- when I first showed Sorey my daemonblight, man, you should’ve seen the look on his face. [ Brow perked, he points at Zaveid knowingly. ] I’m sure you know the one I’m talking about.
He said he could purify me; offered to, even. [ He was shot down flat, of course.
The air in the space around them grows somewhat stale then, the silence deafening. Rokurou is once more staring off at nothing, despondent. So if that’s true, and he can purify malevolence... why not Eizen?
Eh, to hell with it -- he needs more drink for this kind of talk. Back to fighting. ]
Anyway. There’s a dojo not far from here where I do my training, but no one’s beaten me yet. [ He stretches idly, seemingly completely back to normal after that brief dip into too-real conversation. ] I can sum up orientation for you, if you want -- might save you some time and boring lectures so you can find your pants faster.
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If one looks closely, they might just see the gears turning in Zaveid’s head. Yep, that’s right -- swordbro here has been dead for ages by the time Sorey the
Boy ScoutShepherd enters the picture, and yet, he’s already spoiled for, like, a fraction of Zestiria. Circle takes the square, aaaaaand--There’s a long, drawn-out: ] You guessed it.
[ Sigh. ]
Ran into him a while back when he was still a Dominant. I didn’t think he was who he said he was until he brain-dumped on me out of nowhere. [ Fucking hot cocoa. Fucking Patara. Goddamn it all...
Rokurou ruffles the back of his hair messily and errantly, then rubs his neck. ] ...Left me with all those mental images of you two puttin’ Ol’ Reaps down for good.
[ A stilted, audible breath out and his gaze drops to his feet, expression pulled taut and pensive. He was my friend, too. ]
Guess that curse finally got the best of him after all.
[ But, moving on. (Kinda.) ]
Anyway, when I found him again after that, they’d changed it up somehow; made him a Submissive. He had nowhere to go, so... [ A shrug. ] I signed his papers. Gave him a place to call home.
[ Yeah, so. About that. Sorey lives with Rokurou. PLOT TWIST. ]
S’kinda funny, y’know -- when I first showed Sorey my daemonblight, man, you should’ve seen the look on his face. [ Brow perked, he points at Zaveid knowingly. ] I’m sure you know the one I’m talking about.
He said he could purify me; offered to, even. [ He was shot down flat, of course.
The air in the space around them grows somewhat stale then, the silence deafening. Rokurou is once more staring off at nothing, despondent. So if that’s true, and he can purify malevolence... why not Eizen?
Eh, to hell with it -- he needs more drink for this kind of talk. Back to fighting. ]
Anyway. There’s a dojo not far from here where I do my training, but no one’s beaten me yet. [ He stretches idly, seemingly completely back to normal after that brief dip into too-real conversation. ] I can sum up orientation for you, if you want -- might save you some time and boring lectures so you can find your pants faster.
[ Yeah, you weirdo. ]