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Who: Kain and various and sundry other people who exist, I guess.
When: 7/26, though I like to think of it more as 'ambiguously timed'
Where: The majestic outskirts of Lasker.
What: Gratuitous train adventures.
Rating: I'm still the worst at giving shit a rating. I'll adjust accordingly, but it'll probably have the standard PG13 'not entirely wholesome but still vaguely wholesome' bent to it.
In which they get lost at some point:
[Two hours ago there had been a conversation which led to them marking a tree, in some deliberate and hard to ignore fashion - an X carved into it, paint, whatever - after the subject of them possibly going in circles had been raised. Two hours later, whoever had implied it turned out to be right. They were standing there. Staring at the tree. Probably bleakly given the two hours in which they had gone in a gigantic circle, but who knows. Maybe someone was fucking thrilled by it.
Kain was resigned as he stared at whatever deliberate mark they had made.]
What now?
[Obviously they keep on walking so it's kind of a rhetorical question, kind of not because they just made a giant circle and if they had a map it was lost in some hilarious yet tragic fashion, like the river took it.]
Because I couldn't figure out a way to work this into the train log:
Hold this. [And without further preamble the small and pampered (up until recently, at least, the last few days were harrowing) Pomeranian that was literally dogging Kain's steps and getting in the way of them searching the boxcars was handed to whoever he was talking to.
The dog seemed thrilled by the attention. Woof. (The dog was Saint von Andeloga the Third, owned by a Lasker merchant called who may or may not have nagged the heroes until they promised to go look for the pup. They may or may not know this.)]
Obligatory escort mission:
[And then he asked the most ominous of questions, the sort of question that led to awkward situations typically involving not dying.]
Do you hear that?
[It's either the sniffling of small children or they've got some people they're shepherding and it's the prelude to a bunch of bandits demanding their GP or their HP, so to speak.]
When: 7/26, though I like to think of it more as 'ambiguously timed'
Where: The majestic outskirts of Lasker.
What: Gratuitous train adventures.
Rating: I'm still the worst at giving shit a rating. I'll adjust accordingly, but it'll probably have the standard PG13 'not entirely wholesome but still vaguely wholesome' bent to it.
In which they get lost at some point:
[Two hours ago there had been a conversation which led to them marking a tree, in some deliberate and hard to ignore fashion - an X carved into it, paint, whatever - after the subject of them possibly going in circles had been raised. Two hours later, whoever had implied it turned out to be right. They were standing there. Staring at the tree. Probably bleakly given the two hours in which they had gone in a gigantic circle, but who knows. Maybe someone was fucking thrilled by it.
Kain was resigned as he stared at whatever deliberate mark they had made.]
What now?
[Obviously they keep on walking so it's kind of a rhetorical question, kind of not because they just made a giant circle and if they had a map it was lost in some hilarious yet tragic fashion, like the river took it.]
Because I couldn't figure out a way to work this into the train log:
Hold this. [And without further preamble the small and pampered (up until recently, at least, the last few days were harrowing) Pomeranian that was literally dogging Kain's steps and getting in the way of them searching the boxcars was handed to whoever he was talking to.
The dog seemed thrilled by the attention. Woof. (The dog was Saint von Andeloga the Third, owned by a Lasker merchant called who may or may not have nagged the heroes until they promised to go look for the pup. They may or may not know this.)]
Obligatory escort mission:
[And then he asked the most ominous of questions, the sort of question that led to awkward situations typically involving not dying.]
Do you hear that?
[It's either the sniffling of small children or they've got some people they're shepherding and it's the prelude to a bunch of bandits demanding their GP or their HP, so to speak.]
stop
... I have a Grail that can cast barriers and a sword of light.
[ She basically has a destructive lightsaber. ]
Perhaps you can immobile the beast with your shades?
disowns harder
So while Smokey starts boogying to the beat-] Let's just leave.
[He'll pick up his chocobo. She can take the pom. He doesn't have the heart to fell the bear at this point.]
owie...
She will pick up this pom and bring it with them--and the pom takes the blanket as well. It will not leave without this blanket. ]
That went rather well.
[ But this bear has the willpower to boogey after them?? ]
...now I feel bad. :<
A moment known as staring at it as his brain whispered no. Furthermore-]
The music will only last for a minute longer- two, if we’re lucky. [But he’s got this. Or…
Thought he did. He got as far as twirling his spear in the way that all cocky spear-wielding men tended to whip them about during the prelude to battle (it’s an occupational hazard) and was about ready to jump before remembering…
Oh!
Right.
Jumping isn’t a thing here.
…]
it is okay i will survive
...
Any moment now?
Soon?
Uhm. ]
Are you all right?
1/9
Hn. [Something along the lines of ‘by the scaled and no doubt vile arse of Bahamut he hated this place’ or more simply ‘fuck this noise’ floated through his head.]
You no doubt understand, however…do you know the feeling where there’s something you’re accustomed to being able to do, and then you get a reminder that such things are beyond your ken now that you are here?
9/9
[The bear broke free with a dramatic snarl. Fuck him, this suddenly went down from a dramatic fight and more like exterminating 15 bears so they could take their arses back to a quest giver for some mediocre reward. He’ll take care of this. It’s just really fucking…
Seriously, if he were the type he’d go to a bar later and bitch and moan over a pint. That’s the type of mood he’s in.]
goddamnit
plops onto the floor and falls into a slumber. ]
It takes some time getting used to... What was supposed to happen?
[ During that time where you just stood there and shit. ]
When will my chair return from the war.
There’s a moment in which he remembers…oh. Right. She probably has no idea what the hell he’s talking about, and then…then he almost hastily, belatedly, adds:]
Not like what you’re envisioning, I imagine. Higher than that.
[Because seriously, trying to break the habit of not thinking in multiple angles, some airborne, is really throwing him off.]
never
[ At least it seems like she understands? There are a couple of nods and she doesn't question or judge him anymore. ]
It may be best that we head back. If bears are this aggravated at this time, we should avoid trouble even if we can take care of them.
Fuck me, I'm tired, you get the copout.
[And they headed off and did other shit.]