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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.]
3/3
...]
Shall we?
[This was to Estinien.]
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He's incredibly thankful that the sob story was cut short. ]
Aye, we shall.
[ He looks down at the thugs, head tilted. Okay, he won't kill them. They answered, they're in no position to fight back. He'll leave them for someone else. And without another word, he's whistling to his carrier and stepping over the crushed leg thug before making off in the direction pointed out by the gang. ]
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You've been in this sort of situation before?
[They've got a few moments of small talk before they rescue the locals, so why not talk a bit. He might even admit that the world saw fit to shove him into a more bardic role.]
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Somewhat. I've dealt with her... No. [ "Heretics" is on the tip of his tongue, but he stops. He's not sure what else to call them, and the ones who drank dragon blood were... beyond what he could agree with, but. ] Extremists, I could call them. To their credit, most of mine didn't give after accidental leg crushing.
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I see. [Extremists narrowed down the possibilities, though not quite to the point in which he could rule out malevolent lagomorphs, however, it rested in the sphere of things that he decided-] My experiences are much the same. Resisting to the end.
[Except thinking about it, he had been the enemy in most of his recent encounters of that kind, with Cecil the hero trying to defeat him, the extremist who held Rosa hostage, and this hit a bit close to home. But, there, with a frown-]
There. [There be a shit ton o' bandits over there, providing a nice distraction.]
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These ones look like they won't cry so easily.
[ If only he was sadistic enough to want to make his foes cry before him................ well, maybe he wants it a little. He's a little sadistic, apparently. ]
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[…what.]
It’s not as satisfying if they cried as easily as the first.
[And he hefted his weapon and...then they had a frightfully badass fight and rescued civilians and then got drunk later while questioning Teddy and the war?]
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