[Fortunately, Palamedes is not a difficult man to find, here at this party at his own... field. He's a lanky grey matchstick of a person (until Shoyo gets a yellow jersey on him, but that's for later), and despite not really being into parties, he's making the pointed effort to be into this one. Mostly. Because it was his own idea. What that looks like is that he is always just kind of on the periphery on his way to look at something else, whether that be the snacks or the games or slinking off all the way out to the furthest edge of this shindig to reapply a few wards.
Double fortunately, he's also on the lookout for Allen. He's the person Viktor speaks about the most who isn't a nostalgic memory from home, which is compelling, and apparently he's very prone to trying to carry the whole world on his shoulders? That's a beacon to busybodies like Palamedes, even besides— the other thing. The death thing. Palamedes has already decided not to mention that out of turn because, wow, he's not an asshole? And it feels like an extra layer of awkwardness to rock up to someone with a 'nice to meet you, Viktor told me you died the other week!'
So he's not going to do that. He's on his way back from fiddling with a ward when he spots Allen, and so it is with a thumb pressed to a cut on his palm and darkblood smudges abound that he beelines over. White hair, red mark, Viktor's handy chair— toe to tip, this must be Allen.
(He even makes the effort to close his new eyes, so the backs of his hands are not boggling at Allen, like they could be. Howdy.)]
Hi; Allen? [he'd. shake hands. but there's stuff on 'em.] I'm Palamedes. Viktor talks of you all the time; I'm glad you could come, I was getting relentlessly curious.
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Double fortunately, he's also on the lookout for Allen. He's the person Viktor speaks about the most who isn't a nostalgic memory from home, which is compelling, and apparently he's very prone to trying to carry the whole world on his shoulders? That's a beacon to busybodies like Palamedes, even besides— the other thing. The death thing. Palamedes has already decided not to mention that out of turn because, wow, he's not an asshole? And it feels like an extra layer of awkwardness to rock up to someone with a 'nice to meet you, Viktor told me you died the other week!'
So he's not going to do that. He's on his way back from fiddling with a ward when he spots Allen, and so it is with a thumb pressed to a cut on his palm and darkblood smudges abound that he beelines over. White hair, red mark, Viktor's handy chair— toe to tip, this must be Allen.
(He even makes the effort to close his new eyes, so the backs of his hands are not boggling at Allen, like they could be. Howdy.)]
Hi; Allen? [he'd. shake hands. but there's stuff on 'em.] I'm Palamedes. Viktor talks of you all the time; I'm glad you could come, I was getting relentlessly curious.