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Live and die, and then... [open]
Who: D, his Left Hand, anyone
What: Open and closed prompts for general June catch all
When: early june and onward
Where: Various places
Content Warnings:: mention of blood drinking, apathy towards violence, casual disregard for the safety of others, violence, additional warnings to be added to closed prompts in comments
1. A stiff drink; any time in June, especially after the wilderness expedition returns; open
The end of the previous month had brought an end to D's excessive bloodthirst. Which meant that he could once again drink alcohol without experiencing an almost painful and intensely bitter disappointment at every drop that passed his lips and wasn't blood.
He was still not a very social person, but could be found in various drinking establishments around the city, slowly making his way through the wide variety of unfamiliar alcohol. His usual habit was to order the strongest drinks on offer and work his way down from there.
2. A bloodless cut; two weeks before the end of June; open
D wasn't one to get involved in the affairs of others. Drunken brawls simply weren't his concern, and even when one escalated immediately to a lethal level and had people fleeing, D only glanced over briefly to see why everyone was screaming and running.
This was more than just a drunken argument getting out of hand, but apparently a case of corruption. The corrupted man was apparently not satisfied yet either, as he was lunging at the next nearest person with a jagged piece of wood from a broken chair.
Though he was half way across the room, D was suddenly next to the man in the blink of an eye. Before the sound of his sword being drawn could completely fade from the air his first slash had cut through the weapon, turning it from sharp enough to stab to a blunt end. The second slash, even faster and seeming no more than an arc of silvery light passed through the man's torso before he could stab the newly blunt end of his improvised weapon into his target.
Despite the arc of the slash that should've cut the man in half, he didn't even stumble. The man jabbed his newly blunted weapon against his target, only to realize it was no longer suitable for stabbing. D is the next target of his ire, the remaining stub of chair leg swung at him like a club was caught in D's left hand.
It was a waiting game now, to see how long it would take a corrupted person to drop from the very unusual slash he'd made that hadn't broken the skin or spilled a single drop of blood.
3. Wildcard
What: Open and closed prompts for general June catch all
When: early june and onward
Where: Various places
Content Warnings:: mention of blood drinking, apathy towards violence, casual disregard for the safety of others, violence, additional warnings to be added to closed prompts in comments
1. A stiff drink; any time in June, especially after the wilderness expedition returns; open
The end of the previous month had brought an end to D's excessive bloodthirst. Which meant that he could once again drink alcohol without experiencing an almost painful and intensely bitter disappointment at every drop that passed his lips and wasn't blood.
He was still not a very social person, but could be found in various drinking establishments around the city, slowly making his way through the wide variety of unfamiliar alcohol. His usual habit was to order the strongest drinks on offer and work his way down from there.
2. A bloodless cut; two weeks before the end of June; open
D wasn't one to get involved in the affairs of others. Drunken brawls simply weren't his concern, and even when one escalated immediately to a lethal level and had people fleeing, D only glanced over briefly to see why everyone was screaming and running.
This was more than just a drunken argument getting out of hand, but apparently a case of corruption. The corrupted man was apparently not satisfied yet either, as he was lunging at the next nearest person with a jagged piece of wood from a broken chair.
Though he was half way across the room, D was suddenly next to the man in the blink of an eye. Before the sound of his sword being drawn could completely fade from the air his first slash had cut through the weapon, turning it from sharp enough to stab to a blunt end. The second slash, even faster and seeming no more than an arc of silvery light passed through the man's torso before he could stab the newly blunt end of his improvised weapon into his target.
Despite the arc of the slash that should've cut the man in half, he didn't even stumble. The man jabbed his newly blunted weapon against his target, only to realize it was no longer suitable for stabbing. D is the next target of his ire, the remaining stub of chair leg swung at him like a club was caught in D's left hand.
It was a waiting game now, to see how long it would take a corrupted person to drop from the very unusual slash he'd made that hadn't broken the skin or spilled a single drop of blood.
3. Wildcard
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Even if D had been part of the natural world he doubted so many animals would be as comfortable with him. Certainly not enough to put aside instinctive things like being predator and prey.
"I can pay attention for that." As long as Jarem stopped trying to stab people D introduces him to. If the nightmare was that picky about smell D wasn't optimistic about getting him to accept a second person riding with D.
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"If Jarem is up for it, it would be faster if we both ride." D really preferred not walking everywhere on his own during the day, but wasn't going to admit to how much of a relief it was to have Jarem to do his walking for him while the sun was up.
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At his second statement, Snow White smiled and looked to Jarem, pleased D was asking the horse if he would allow it. With Snow White present, Jarem was more than happy to oblige. He gently nuzzled Snow White with his nose, before turning to D.
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"Tea is good. I still enjoy a warm drink."
With approval from Jarem, D moved over to nimbly climb onto the saddle and then hold out his hand to help Snow White up.
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"Well, then when we reach my home, I'll have to make you some honey lemon tea!"
She took D's hand and allowed herself to be hoisted up onto the horse.
"My goodness, Jarem, you're so strong to be carrying me too!" though Snow barely weighed anything at all.
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He'd needed some extra padding and a few other modifications to fit such a large and non-cyborg horse. "Where to?"
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"I live in Crenshaw! In the most adorable little home of my own with Faramund and my other animal friends."
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"They'd rather live in a house than out away from people?" Most animals in D's experience were shy even around people who weren't him.
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Not even the devoted worship the Nobility had for the Sacred Ancestor had kept them from viewing humans as nothing more than livestock or prey. Servants at best, mere objects at worst. Predator and prey living comfortably alongside one another was very rare in D's world.
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"I'm glad you've found something to enjoy while you're here."
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"Do you think we're all dead here?"
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"Would you... like to have a wake, here? To celebrate the life you had there?"
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"Thank you for such a kind statement. I don't regret the life I lived, I just wish I was allowed to experience more of it. Which is why I am so grateful to be here and get to try so many new things now."
At the question of a wake, she blinked again.
"I... I never thought to hold any sort of ceremony for myself here. Wakes and the sort felt like something to help comfort the living."
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D has only attended a few such ceremonies, but he has always been willing to give the dead their due. Even without the practical aspect, it's a matter of respect and a way to say goodbye.
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