[Open] It's getting hot in here

[showsnopiety]

Who: Caren and anyone visiting the hot springs!
When: Post dungeon, could be right after fail/success, could be days after
Where: Hot Springs of course
What: There's a hot springs, so now there's a hot springs episode.
Rating: Could be a p-13 and beyond because some people are only wearing towels in this place.





[Win or fail, everyone needed a reason and a way to relax. With the fall of the towers, there was all sorts of good things to come from it. Some would say it was the birds; and others would say it was the hot springs.

The large, large pools of heated water. Sure, they could be used as a way to get all steamed up (or even steam punk) but after all that hard work, everyone deserves a break!

Bring your swimsuits, your towels, your drinks and snacks-who knows, you should be able to find them in the bazaars, or even on Airy. It's time to soak in the heat!]

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[liberal_arts]

-Kasen could only laugh. Sion's fight against his own sleepiness was, admittedly, endearing. He may still have held some resentment for him but... Sion was still his friend, in the end. He couldn't cling to that grudge forever. They'd have to address it eventually, but... hardly now.-

The greatest citadels of all great warrior halls in the history of my world all contained expertly crafted bathhouses. They are as important as barracks or an armory or galley.

[sunderings]

[ Is his drowsiness truly so apparent? Kasen laughs (something which, admittedly, brings about a smile of the King's own), and Sion turns briefly aside, as though he could hope to blink the sleep from his eyes before facing the man again (in this endeavor, he is marginally successful).

A light huff: ]

Before my arrival in the capital, the notion of public bathing alone was foreign to me, and now I am to wrap my mind around the idea of bathhouses cultivated for warriors?

[ Call him spartan, if you will. In his kingdom of far, far away, Sion had no love anything of comfort or of extravagance. Those who ventured into into his personal wing of the castle were often appalled, finding his quarters to be on par with Roland's dungeons. ]

...though upon reflection, perhaps I can see how this— [ Here, Sion makes a slow rotation of his ankles in the water. ] —might also boost company morale.

[ But ah, it would seem he is not entirely unwilling to bend.

Giving pause, after that, he reaches for Kasen, extending to him his hand. He has no doubt that his friend (friend, that word...) is displeased with him, yet, over what had happened too many nights ago, but... ]

As I am, I will not be able heal your lingering battle wounds. If you would wish them gone, I will require your aid.

[ A few moments of mana exchange, at most. ]

[liberal_arts]

-The laughter, the smile, and the comfortable mood all seemed to slowly fade out as Kasen remained silent, not taking the hand, and simply fixing his gaze on the sky above, only his breath signalling any difference between himself and a statue for a long moment.-

You had no right.

[sunderings]

[ He does not withdraw his hand, fingers outstretched, palm bare-faced and open. ]

Clear me from your path, if you must, but I... [ Have every right to protect your integrity, he'd said on that night, but that is only some small fraction of the true reason he'd taken action. ] ...will always safeguard the sword who wishes not to destroy, and further add to the void, but to create.

[ And how is he to say that in Kasen's eyes, he had glimpsed himself? That were he in Kasen's place, he would have wanted for someone (anyone) to stay his hand. ]

[liberal_arts]

A sword's purpose is to cut. There is no sense in such a description.

That desire to create is merely a reflection of my creator, my wielder, and nothing more.

[sunderings]

[ A kick of the water; a splash. ]

You are much too stubborn, Kasen.

[ Truly.

Pushing off of his perch atop the rocks, Sion does the unthinkable, the unfathomable, and settles into the spring he'd no wish at all to be immersed in. ]

You act as though you haven't a choice; that you do not choose who it is you cut, or what it is you create.

[liberal_arts]

It is not that I am stubborn, it's that you're treating me as if I am human when I am not. I am a tool with a human-like form. Nothing more, nothing less.