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Python || Golden Deer Instructor @ TOA
"Hell, Iâm no one special. Pa was a carpenter, and Iâm less still. The only reason I joined the army was because it pays better. The world can rot so long as Iâve still got food on the table. Oh, but donât worry! Iâll fight and all that noise. Iâm nothing if not diligent. Ha ha ha.â
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[ SQUIRM ] - Some may recognize the blanket thatâs been laid out in a momentarily-unoccupied corner of one of the dance halls. On it are rows of circles separated by color. Off to the side is a wooden board with an arrow pinned in the center and divided into four quadrants with colors and labels: right hand, right foot, left hand, left foot. Spin the arrow and put the respective appendage on the corresponding color. Just be careful not to step on any of your fellow players in the dark!
+ @viridescent-lance too!... unless he's scared to lose (:
"Pardon my reach."
The dry request is meant for Azama, but it's basically delivered into the back of Forsyth's head. The man seems to choose the path to that guarantees he stays at least partially sandwiched between Python and his Hoshidan friend for as many turns as he can.
On his way around both of their bodies to reach for his assigned right hand blue, Python most-definitely-accidentally knocks his elbow against the skull of his best-friend-slash-obstacle, just to push his face closer to the monk's. If he wants to get into the guy's personal space so bad, why not help him along?
[ CHOCOLATE ] - Stefanelliâs has partnered with the monastery to make the most of the supplies left in excess of their workshops earlier in the year by offering packages of sweet chocolates for attendees. The offerings appear generous⊠that is, until you open your box to find it only half full.
They might call it an honored tradition if it was intentional how Sara always happens to meet Python at events like these. This year, she won't overstay her welcome or drag him into a tedious conversation. There's only one matter she cares about and that shouldn't occupy much time assuming he cooperates.
Her eyes direct his attention to the table where Sara slowly and deliberately slides the box of chocolates his way. She looks at Lukas, her accomplice in this game, across the room as though that alone should clue Python in, awaiting a reaction. Even the smallest twitch of his face or hesitation to answer the following question could give him away and Sara will not miss it with the full force of her gaze resting on him.
"...Are you playing for the other team?"
The twitch in Pythonâs face is decidedly not small. His whole face contorts under the building bafflement that only gets worse the longer he tries to understand what the hell is even going on here.
Heâs got a similar box he planned to give to Lukas himself, but that doesnât explain why a strange little girl is pushing a second one on him. That first box, by the way, is for his birthday, and has nothing to do withâŠ
Whatever. Python does not feel like putting the effort into describing what Lukas is to him, nor into puzzling out alternate meanings to odd questions. Heâll just give it to her straight.
âLook, if youâre trying to set something up, Iâm not interested. My love life is complicated enough as it is. If Lukas wants in on that mess, he can tell me himself.â
"oh, hello! if it isn't sir python!" silque offers the man a warm smile and drops into a shallow bow. "do you happen to be working hard, or hardly working, I wonder?"
not that he seems to be working at all; he's cleaned up far more nicely than she had ever seen him. and so she lifts her chin, scanning the room curiously with wide eyes---until she spots another familiar knight, in the same greens as the flower pinned to python's lapel.
"âŠah, I see. so nothing's really changed, hmm?" she teases, bringing a hand up to cover her giggle.
Python follows Silqueâs line of sight, though he can take a guess as to what sheâs seen. His own eyes have drifted over to passively keep track of his old friend whenever they separate, same as usual.
âSame old, same old. As long as Iâve got that one working himself to death, itâs not like thereâs much left for me to pick up after.â
He sighs, slumping forward like heâs been burdened with a heavy weight.
âGuess Iâll have to send a letter to the militia to let âem know weâve lost a star healer up in the north. Iâll bet the monasteryâs glad to have ya, though.â His slouch shifts, half-shielding his mouth from wandering eyes with an open palm as he continues, âIf you thought the drama back home was rough, just wait âtil you see some of the crap the highborns and weirdos get up to out here.â
(Those words are usually synonyms in his book, but he can't confirm that every weirdo he's dealt with has been a blueblood.)
[ GOSSIP ] - For those who donât want to be the center of attention, sitting on the sidelines and observing those who do is a time-honored tradition. Exchanging thoughts with another while doing so is a rite of passage for a studentâit is a slightly worse look for the staff to take part.
âIs he gonna be able to handle all that?â
Python leaves it purposely ambiguous as to which direction he means, gesturing toward the white-haired rogue with the eye-patch next to Pythonâs plus-one. It could go either way, as far as he can tell.
âYour husband, right?â And if his eyes light up a little and betray his nosiness, so be it. âThereâs gotta be a story there.â
[ GOSSIP ] - For those who donât want to be the center of attention, sitting on the sidelines and observing those who do is a time-honored tradition. Exchanging thoughts with another while doing so is a rite of passage for a studentâit is a slightly worse look for the staff to take part.
"Uuuugh, I can't believe how many of us on the staff they've roped into guarding the tower this year. No idea what crawled up their butts about trespassing lately." His own shift had been short, but it had still meant standing out in the cold when he could've been anywhere else. He rubs his palms against his forearms to urge along the warmth slowly seeping back in.
"It's gotta be something worse than just students canoodling, right? I meanâ" A nod is given toward a young man with a conspicuous smear of lip stain across his neck ducking in from the gardens, "There's still plenty of other places for that."
"Maybe they have skeletons in their Tower that they do not want the world to see." Mitama muses, far more concerned with inspecting her pastry than her blasphemy against the church.
After all, when she looks up, she just sees people like the man Python nods to, who earns nothing more than an unimpressed grimace from her.
"Or maybe they are just sensitive about their precious Tower seeing as it is the first year it is back in action, so to speak." It is hardly a concern for her, but she can understand why they might not be eager to have little lords and ladies under their guardianship slipping off to do the unthinkable. What would their parents say?
"If someone is determined enough, it would take more than the monastery to stop them I imagine." She pinches one of the sweet buns between her fingers and pops it into her mouth before offering Python the plate.
"Literal skeletons, you think? Would make it more interesting."
He takes one of the honey glazed buns and tears a piece of it from the rest. It leaves both of his hands sticky, but that's a future Python problem. Current Python is busy savoring the pleasant tang of dried berries.
"Seen it happen before. Undead crawlin' around tombs and holy sites." He shrugs lightly. "Even that wasn't enough to totally stop people from seeking a little alone time together, though. Guess the church is shit outta luck no matter what."
"what beautiful roses." edain looks up at their owner with a curious gaze. though her fellow professor is dressed up somewhat formally, she still would hardly link python with such elegant flowers. ".... you don't seem to be happy carrying them around, though. is there something wrong?"
âNothinâ against the roses in particular. Just annoying needing to carry stuff around. My eyes tend to itch when thereâs too many flowers around, too.â
He considers the bouquet in his hands with a disinterested, half-lidded gaze. If he had to choose a flower to carry around for a night, he probably wouldnât pick roses. Kind of stuffy and romantic, arenât they? The violets that grew in some of the fields where he grew up were prettier, in his opinion, but theyâd still be a hassle.
Itâs not like he has a say in it, anyhow. He pinches one of the blooms at the center of his cluster and pulls it free. â...I guess that does make it a little personal, huh? Why donât you lighten my burden a little bit? They fit you better anyway.â
[ CORN ] - A new strain of corn has been bred in Bergliez with a curious traitâit pops when exposed to heat, becoming light and fluffy! Help yourself to a bag; it's a little bland on its own, but you get the feeling you could find something to spice it up.
"I think the people callin' this stuff boring just aren't getting creative enough with it. Check this out." Python doesn't reach for anything to add to the bag. No, he simply takes a single kernel from the bag and holds it between his thumb and forefinger. With a flick of the wrist, he tosses it in an arc that lands square in the center of a glass of champagne on the other side of the table. A nearby woman flinches away from the splash and gives him a glare. He laughs lowly and walks over to take his prize.
"Easy. Claim a drink from across the room."
Back beside Niles with drink now in hand, he tilts the bag of popcorn in the other outward in a silent offering.
[ CHOCOLATE ] - Stefanelli's has partnered with the monastery to make the most of the supplies left in excess of their workshops earlier in the year by offering packages of sweet chocolates for attendees. The offerings appear generous... that is, until you open your box to find it only half full.
"Weird question, but are you doing anything with that box?"
Using a rose from his assigned bouquet, Python points at the treats in the girl's hands. "I'll trade you a flower for it. Don't need the chocolates inside or anything."
He ducks his head down and lowers his voice like he's sharing a secret, though he's too careless about it for it to seem truly dire. "Friend of mine has a birthday happening and I was way too lazy to find somethin' to fit his gift in."
[ GOSSIP ] - For those who donât want to be the center of attention, sitting on the sidelines and observing those who do is a time-honored tradition. Exchanging thoughts with another while doing so is a rite of passage for a studentâit is a slightly worse look for the staff to take part.
"Uuuugh, I can't believe how many of us on the staff they've roped into guarding the tower this year. No idea what crawled up their butts about trespassing lately." His own shift had been short, but it had still meant standing out in the cold when he could've been anywhere else. He rubs his palms against his forearms to urge along the warmth slowly seeping back in.
"It's gotta be something worse than just students canoodling, right? I meanâ" A nod is given toward a young man with a conspicuous smear of lip stain across his neck ducking in from the gardens, "There's still plenty of other places for that."
[ GOSSIP ] - For those who donât want to be the center of attention, sitting on the sidelines and observing those who do is a time-honored tradition. Exchanging thoughts with another while doing so is a rite of passage for a studentâit is a slightly worse look for the staff to take part.
"Hey, I think I spotted one half of our little feuding couple from the garden again. Up for another bet? Two gold on them being back togeth-" Python takes his eyes off of the woman across the ballroom to give his gossip partner a sly little glance, and only now does he realize his mistake. From behind he'd been sure he'd known that head of deep blue hair, but now that he's up close he can see that he is not, in fact, speaking to Lex. "...Oh, sorry. You look a lot like one of the knights who works here." He shrugs. "Bet offer's still on, if you're interested."
âWhat, Iâm just supposed to carry this around all night?â
He knows the answer, but the question grumbles past Pythonâs lips anyway. His bouquet of roses hangs loosely in his grip, half-tucked behind his back. The onset of winter usually means a relief from the sniffles and stuffy noses that come along with all the plants in bloom, but it looks like the ballroom is gonna double as a greenhouse tonight. Just lovelyâŠ.
(Python is, as usual, accompanying Forsyth @viridescent-lance to the party! His fit is also pretty usual for him, detailed below)
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when you pet your cat and they are MYSTERIOUSLY WET
mission: infamous | sleepwalking prompt
Perhaps guard duty should be more concerning when thereâs a string of unsolved murders in town, but Python leans at his post with his usual lack of energy. As a lowly commoner currently in charge of watching an entrance, he doesnât feel particularly involved for the moment. It isnât like straining himself will make it any easier to catch a killer, or that the assassin has been tearing in through the front doors to get to their victims. Watching the street through half-lidded eyes is all thatâs required from him âtil morning, and heâs content with that.
Movement at the corner of his vision draws his attentionâa hunched figure shuffling along across the road. Another random drunk, Python thinks, until he opens his eyes further for a clearer look. A familiar shade of brick red, recognizable even in the low torchlight, changes his view. Heâs not looking at any random man, and the guy isnât likely to be drunk. (If he is, Python will have some words about drinking without him.)
âOi, Lukas!â
No response. Python sighs and peels himself from his post. This isnât the first time heâs witnessed his comradeâs sleepwalking habit, but itâs been a while since itâs had to be addressed somewhere unfamiliar. He steps out to intercept, hand outstretched to guide his friend by the shoulder.
âAlright Luke, letâs get you backââ
His palm squishes strangely at the contact, wet and sticky. He recoils.
âLuke- Lukas!â
Heâs less gentle this time, grasping at Lukasâs arm to tug him out of the street. A bit closer to the light, the wet smear the action leaves behind shines red and slick. With the blood smudged all across Lukasâs skin and clothes, Python canât quickly spot any injuries to blame.
âWhat in Milaâs name did you get yourself into?â He hisses lowly. His hands, already dirtied, slide across Lukasâs forearms in an attempt to stir him further. âHey, you with me?â
@deliverred why! are you wet!
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"Python..." It's a tired chastisement, more performative than anything, but it'd be folly to let him say such things without pushback. A breach of social contract, really. And worse, Lukas seems to agree with him, on some things at least. He always does find himself between Python and Forsyth, for better or worse.
(Though this time, Forsyth is in the middle. And he cannot say he is complaining. Except the normal amount.)
"I'm glad the spell helped, Lukas. While the purpose was not showing off"--a half-hearted elbow shove at Python--"I am proud of what I have learned in my time with the knights here." The human body's ingenuity always impresses Forsyth. Just with the three of them, their body heat wards off the primal elements, allowing for relative comfort. Forsyth rests his head on Python's shoulder, a fond smile on his lips as he regards Lukas from the corner of his eye. "That pride does extend to Python, too. Somehow, between the procrastination and naps, he's grown as an archer and professor."
Fatigue has a way of setting in when one feels safe, the tension drained from their body replaced by a near-insurmountable heaviness. Still, Forsyth does his best to keep his eyes open. He has a duty, after all.
"I suppose...though we should sleep in shifts, being this vulnerable." He'd never forgive himself if something happened to his dearest friends due to his own ineptitude. Though, they are in a safe place, and he is so very comfortable. Traitorous thoughts eat at his alertness, and sleep looms, its patience running thin. "If need be, I can..."
He can take the first shift was his intent, but a yawn cuts through his statement, and even Forsyth can realize how comical and impractical his proposition could be. He shifts, snuggling in closer. It's only strategic for him to take his rest now.
"...my apologies. I do not think I am fit for the first shift."
Python was willing to let the little shove go unchallenged up until Forsyth decided to go blabbing on being proud of him. Heâll take his lumps, but silly compliments are a step too farâhe answers with a half-blind grasping for Forsythâs face, letting his palm squish up against his friendâs lips long enough for his suggestion of enough of that to get through.
âMust be bad if youâre requesting to rest for once.â His fingers drift over to brush his knuckles against Forsythâs temple and move some of his hair aside, then drop to the safety and warmth of the shared blanket. His head follows suit, dropping down until his friend is tucked beneath his chin. He gives Lukas a lazy smile. Exhaustion hollows out the space beneath Python's eyes, but that's not unusual for him.
âWhat say you, Ser Lukas? Gonna order the usual night guard to keep watch, or did you want to take it up this time around?â
Dude This Couple Is So Fucking Funny They Make Me Want To Merge Without Looking
Oh, Lex was a lucky man, he wasn't going to argue that point. Python, though, he seemed to have a different image of Lex's relationship than what the actual reality of it was. That was Lex's fault, of course, for saying things that misled him. It was up to Lex to set the record straight, then. It was only right for him to talk about how cool and hot his wife was anyway. If he was making a new friend here, he ought to give that new friend the proper impression. Yapping about how cool and hot his wife was would certainly do that.
"Oh, nah, I think she does," Lex answered perhaps a bit too candidly, waving a hand as though to dismiss the notion. "Don't really remember, though. She seems the sort who'd get jealous, and I wouldn't wanna do that to her, don't get me wrong! I just didn't know I was married is all. I only found out after I got here."
That... probably sounded quite strange out of context, didn't it? Well, the context wasn't really going to help it be any less strange. The situation was quite bizarre, and Lex couldn't pretend he understood it himself. The mechanics weren't for someone like him to understand anyway. He was no scholar. He was a doer, not a studier. Was that a thing? It sounded like a thing.
"So, uh, I've got a giant gap in my memory. Apparently I've had a wife for, like, twenty years or something? Can't remember any of it. No idea what happened. Feel awful 'bout the whole thing, don't get me wrong. She's a great lady. She deserves a husband who can love her back as much as she loves him. I don't actually know if I can be that man, not right now at least. I can try, though, and that's what I oughta do."
...Unlike the couple they were observing, who seemed to be having a worse spat than Lex and Ayra had endured yet. Then again, their relationship had been quite smooth thus far, even despite Lex's memory issues. He really was lucky, wasn't he?
âOâŠ.kaaaaaaaaayâŠâ
What else can he say to something like that? Pythonâs seen plenty of outlandish things, especially in this country, but well, thereâs some math here that is struggling to resolve itself here. No matter how many times he looks up and down Lexâs face, itâs difficult to see him as anything past his twenties.
Most of the folk heâs met that are older than they look have some kind of tell for their inhuman statusâwings and animal ears and such, unless theyâre dragons...but itâs nearly as difficult to imagine that this guy as a semi-immortal god, honestly.
Unable to glean any more just by looking, he decides to glance away. He watches both sides of the little spat march down the pathway until they disappear behind a hedge.
âGuess I can agree that itâs smart to not pile more stress on your girl if youâve got all of that going on.â
For a few moments, he just listens in to the echoing sound of the voices, still speaking to each other in clipped tones. Itâs too difficult to make out many of the words, especially with the way they bounce off of the stone walls of the buildings. His eyes slide back over to Lex.
â...You get conked on the head or somethinâ?â
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thread roundup!
in light of the overall movement toward better thread turnarounds, i've tried to round up all of my active threads on my rpthreadtracker! below, i've listed what i've got for python. if you have a thread with him and it's not here, please let me know! likewise, if a thread with you is listed here and you'd rather drop, i'm fine to do so!
