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swordhandled) wrote2018-11-26 06:59 pm
swordhandled) wrote2018-11-26 06:59 pm
PCs with Gerome
[ some threads are nsfw ]
[ some threads are nsfw ]
[ Sometime after the announcement, Owain is on a Hunt for Gerome. There are things they need to talk about. ]
Ah, Gerome, there you are.
[ he's not making any pretense about the reason why he's seeking gerome out. they both know what's going on.
he takes a seat and looks right at him ]
We need to talk.
[ he's not making any pretense about the reason why he's seeking gerome out. they both know what's going on.
he takes a seat and looks right at him ]
We need to talk.
[ owain is still looking at gerome as he speaks. because unlike SOME people, he's polite ]
What are we going to do about this game the Staff wants us to play?
What are we going to do about this game the Staff wants us to play?
No, it's something we need to answer together.
That doesn't matter, it's just you, me and Cynthia here.
We need to work together, regardless if any of us have minds for strategy.
We need to work together, regardless if any of us have minds for strategy.
[ more silence as he thinks broodily. once he's done with that, he reaches over to his side and drops the blade of his axe heavily into the ground. he holds it in place there with both hands propping up the handle. ]
This is my strength. You ask me for more than I can give, and I'm afraid I can come up with only one solution. [ a beat. ] I can cut down every man and woman here, save for you and Cynthia.
This is my strength. You ask me for more than I can give, and I'm afraid I can come up with only one solution. [ a beat. ] I can cut down every man and woman here, save for you and Cynthia.
Gerome!
[ owain stands up, outraged at the suggestion. he's reaching out and grabbing gerome by the front of his armor, and pulling him towards him. sorry minerva, but your human is being stupid ]
You have more strength than that! Killing everyone located here is not the solution we need!
[ owain stands up, outraged at the suggestion. he's reaching out and grabbing gerome by the front of his armor, and pulling him towards him. sorry minerva, but your human is being stupid ]
You have more strength than that! Killing everyone located here is not the solution we need!
[ minerva lifts her head to watch but does nothing else.
as for gerome, he rises and grabs hold of owain's hand. not going to try forcing him to let go yet, but there is some pressure. ]
And what more would you have me do? My every sense has been honed for combat, every instinct sharpened for the sole purpose of delivering death. I have nothing more to give, and I will not ask you and Cynthia to dirty your hands with me. I alone can take on this task.
as for gerome, he rises and grabs hold of owain's hand. not going to try forcing him to let go yet, but there is some pressure. ]
And what more would you have me do? My every sense has been honed for combat, every instinct sharpened for the sole purpose of delivering death. I have nothing more to give, and I will not ask you and Cynthia to dirty your hands with me. I alone can take on this task.
[ thank u minerva for not mauling me.
damn you and your height advantage gerome. ]
Don't brush me and Cynthia off! You're not the only one who's been trained to fight, to kill! Cynthia and I are just as capable of protecting you as you are at protecting us, because you know the both of us would gladly give up our lives if it meant that you would live. Don't you dare think that we wouldn't dirty our hands for you if needed.
[ and then he's pulling him downwards, closer to him ]
And don't you dare act in a way that would disappoint your parents.
damn you and your height advantage gerome. ]
Don't brush me and Cynthia off! You're not the only one who's been trained to fight, to kill! Cynthia and I are just as capable of protecting you as you are at protecting us, because you know the both of us would gladly give up our lives if it meant that you would live. Don't you dare think that we wouldn't dirty our hands for you if needed.
[ and then he's pulling him downwards, closer to him ]
And don't you dare act in a way that would disappoint your parents.
[ if he intended on responding to the bit about owain and cynthia sacrifing themselves for him then the words die in his throat before seeing the light of day. he's a wolf that deals in death, they are royalty. he could never allow them to shed blood on his behalf like this.
in place of protesting, he hardens his grip and tries to pull owain's hand from him by force. ]
The dead can feel neither joy nor disappointment. If they had a wish for me, they should have spoken it before leaving our world, before leaving me.
in place of protesting, he hardens his grip and tries to pull owain's hand from him by force. ]
The dead can feel neither joy nor disappointment. If they had a wish for me, they should have spoken it before leaving our world, before leaving me.
[ nevermind the fact that it is entirely likely that both cynthia and owain have slain risen that would keep gerome safe. they're royals, sure, but at the end of the day, they value gerome far more than their titles. what good is it being royal if it means they sit by and watch as their friends die for them one by one. they've already seen their parents, and that's enough already.
owain is holding on tight, but gerome has always had more strength than him, so it's easy for him to pull owain's hand from him. but he's not moving away at all. ]
They've never left you, Gerome!
owain is holding on tight, but gerome has always had more strength than him, so it's easy for him to pull owain's hand from him. but he's not moving away at all. ]
They've never left you, Gerome!
[ that's different. fighting risen and fighting in a war aren't the same as slaughtering people who may not even ilfight.
and if owain won't step back, don't worry. gerome will. he turns his back to owain and, as if sensing his intentions, minerva stands. ]
Don't.
and if owain won't step back, don't worry. gerome will. he turns his back to owain and, as if sensing his intentions, minerva stands. ]
Don't.
Edited 2018-11-27 04:20 (UTC)
[ that doesn't change the fact that they were willing before. sure, the circumstances are vastly different, but in the end, they will protect gerome if the situation calls for it. but if gerome is the one doing the slaughtering-- well, justice must be served, even if it won't be quite as sweet.
but if gerome thinks that owain is going to drop this he's extremely wrong. ]
Don't what? Tell you the truth?
but if gerome thinks that owain is going to drop this he's extremely wrong. ]
Don't what? Tell you the truth?
You're the first to know when I'm speaking of delusions. I'm telling you what you already know but don't want to admit. [ oh yeah he's following after ]
[ As previously mentioned, it's never too hard to find Gerome (except when it is). Usually, you need only look for the wyvern practically glued to his side or head to the most isolated spot you can think of. This morning is no different. He's hanging around the forest. Not deep enough to get dragged into the resort, but he figures just loitering around here will ward off most people.
Especially since it's so early. ]
... Seems everytime we meet, we do nothing but argue. [ Considering how harsh his tone can be, this is... quite soft. ] Was it always this way? Perhaps I never thought to notice, before now.
[ Too busy trying to push everyone away, too busy throwing himself into a war. He looks down at Minerva with an unreadable expression. ] No, it may be that I never even gave him the time of day. And he, me. Our views have always been at insurmountable odds—that was true even before we came to the past. Surely if we spoke at camp, it would have only wrought unnecessary conflict. Just as it does now. [ When Minerva does nothing, he looks around at the trees. ] ... I do not regret keeping my distance, at least. Still, I must wonder if things would be smoother between us if I had not.
[ Many others picked up the slack for him when it came to conversations and planning. And now Owain asked him to help plan, to help be a unit again. ] And when Lucina played the part of our leader. None of us are a replacement for her, though I would not wish this madness upon her. She has endured too much on her own. I... could not bear it if she were here. The burden of knowing Cynthia and Owain are with me is almost too much already.
[ He sighs and takes two steps forward before crossing his armored arms again. ] ... "Mafia"...
Especially since it's so early. ]
... Seems everytime we meet, we do nothing but argue. [ Considering how harsh his tone can be, this is... quite soft. ] Was it always this way? Perhaps I never thought to notice, before now.
[ Too busy trying to push everyone away, too busy throwing himself into a war. He looks down at Minerva with an unreadable expression. ] No, it may be that I never even gave him the time of day. And he, me. Our views have always been at insurmountable odds—that was true even before we came to the past. Surely if we spoke at camp, it would have only wrought unnecessary conflict. Just as it does now. [ When Minerva does nothing, he looks around at the trees. ] ... I do not regret keeping my distance, at least. Still, I must wonder if things would be smoother between us if I had not.
[ Many others picked up the slack for him when it came to conversations and planning. And now Owain asked him to help plan, to help be a unit again. ] And when Lucina played the part of our leader. None of us are a replacement for her, though I would not wish this madness upon her. She has endured too much on her own. I... could not bear it if she were here. The burden of knowing Cynthia and Owain are with me is almost too much already.
[ He sighs and takes two steps forward before crossing his armored arms again. ] ... "Mafia"...
Edited 2018-11-28 02:17 (UTC)
[ In spite of all their arguments, Owain still wishes that they can have some sort of conversation that doesn't end with them walking away from one another angry. While not especially close, Owain does know Gerome well enough to at least have some sort of idea of where to find him. It takes far longer than he would have liked, but Owain eventually comes across the section of forest that Gerome is currently brooding in. He sees him before he can hear him, but he can at least tell that he seems to be... talking to something?
Or someone, really. He's pretty sure both Gerome and Aunt Cherche would kill him if he referred to Minerva as a "thing". But either way, it's enough for Owain to stop and reconsider his original plan to call out to Gerome. Would... it be rude to listen in? Perhaps. Most definitely. But Owain wants this insight into how Gerome is when there's no one else around him. He slows down his pace, instead stepping lightly in the snow as he walks closer, like how his father taught him. He's careful as he makes his way closer and closer until the only thing keeping Owain from being seen is the tree that stands between them.
He gets there too late to hear the start, but he hears enough to know that Gerome is talking about him, talking about them. Owain pokes his head slightly out to watch Gerome as he continues to speak to Minerva. He's... not used to hearing him speak like that. Even when they're not fighting, Gerome speaks with such a rough voice it's a wonder that he's not hoarse every day of the week. No, it's soft, pensive.
His hand trails along the bark of the tree as Owain speaks very softly: ] Gerome.
Or someone, really. He's pretty sure both Gerome and Aunt Cherche would kill him if he referred to Minerva as a "thing". But either way, it's enough for Owain to stop and reconsider his original plan to call out to Gerome. Would... it be rude to listen in? Perhaps. Most definitely. But Owain wants this insight into how Gerome is when there's no one else around him. He slows down his pace, instead stepping lightly in the snow as he walks closer, like how his father taught him. He's careful as he makes his way closer and closer until the only thing keeping Owain from being seen is the tree that stands between them.
He gets there too late to hear the start, but he hears enough to know that Gerome is talking about him, talking about them. Owain pokes his head slightly out to watch Gerome as he continues to speak to Minerva. He's... not used to hearing him speak like that. Even when they're not fighting, Gerome speaks with such a rough voice it's a wonder that he's not hoarse every day of the week. No, it's soft, pensive.
His hand trails along the bark of the tree as Owain speaks very softly: ] Gerome.
[ It's easier to sneak up on Gerome when he's lost in thought. For all he boasts of his senses and training, they mean very little when he's distracted. That's why he misses the sound of footsteps (however light) and Owain's hand trailing down the tree bark. He nearly misses the voice, too. Fortunate for him it came during a pause in his musings.
Even more fortunate, Minerva raised her head in Owain's direction. He grits his teeth together and quickly turns to face the tree Owain is hiding behind. ]
You— [ His voice is guarded again. Moreso than the last time they spoke, in fact. ] How long have you been hiding there?!
Even more fortunate, Minerva raised her head in Owain's direction. He grits his teeth together and quickly turns to face the tree Owain is hiding behind. ]
You— [ His voice is guarded again. Moreso than the last time they spoke, in fact. ] How long have you been hiding there?!
[ Owain didn't mean to disturb him, so he's caught unaware when Gerome finally notices his presence. He steps out from behind the tree, blushing very slightly in embarrassment. He raises a hand in a very meek greeting before he brings it to his mouth, slightly coughing to clear his throat. ]
Ah, just recently...
[ He shuffles awkwardly in place ] You were talking about me, about Lucina and Cynthia.
Ah, just recently...
[ He shuffles awkwardly in place ] You were talking about me, about Lucina and Cynthia.
I... [ He wants so badly to refute that. Then he closes his mouth. That's not enough context, but, perhaps, it was only the tail end...?
It could be worse, but he can't help the way his face warms. ] Forget what you heard! Those words were for Minerva's ears, not yours.
It could be worse, but he can't help the way his face warms. ] Forget what you heard! Those words were for Minerva's ears, not yours.
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