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1. Forehead

“You’ve done much.” His hands rested lightly on her shoulders, words so honest-- so honest it was almost hard to believe. “But you are only one woman, my friend. All these burdens cannot be expected to be shouldered by you alone, though you may think them yours and only yours to bear.”

He knew so little of her, in actuality. What she had done. What had been done to her. Still. While he knew their situations were centuries and miles apart, Solaire was so very well aware that no warrior walked without worries. Ones he’d be glad to share, to ease, if only by little.

The knight brushed aside Samus’ hair to press his chapped lips to her forehead, a light exhale playing across her skin. “Please. Care for yourself, Samus. Do not let yourself waste away to these things.”

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19. Stomach

Jack was softer than he looked.

Not that that thought was exactly appropriate at the moment-- what with the fact that Solaire was busying his hands with stitching up a gash in the man’s side. A shallow thing, really, but the knight had insisted it be sown shut lest it was torn open further yet.

“... That should do well enough.” He murmured, half to himself, as he tied off the fine thread. The urge that came over him was strange, to say the least, and still. Still. He indulged in it, leaning over just enough to press his lips against a spot just above the wound, a stray scar from something-or-another.

... With how red his face went, one might’ve thought Solaire was the one to have just been kissed. “Ah- I. I’m sorry, that was far too bold--” The words came out muffled, his mouth half-covered by his hand. “Please, forget that happened.”

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[sundeadknight]

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[thecabbageprince]

Oh man.

This guy was way too composed for Adachi’s liking.

“Sir…? Heh,” The detective mumbled to himself, smiling a little to Solaire’s mannerisms. The thought of being called that pleased him ever so slightly.

“How about you accompany me on my duties for a few days? I’m sure some community hours would grant you a good enough pardon,” He suggested, wondering just how amusing it would be to put this fool to work. Though, in the back of his mind, it wouldn’t be so bad to have some company other than these zombie assholes.

“So, whaddya say…” He paused, trying his absolute best not to bust out laughing.

“Partner?”

[sundeadknight]

... Was. Was that it? Such a simple request- one he’d gladly have agreed to, imprisoned or not, when he’d expected the man’s terms to be something much steeper.

Solaire blinked slowly; once, twice. It took him but a moment for his expression to smoothly slide back into the comfortable joy he so often wore on his features, hands clasped together. “That would be no trouble at all! Why, I dare say I’d even enjoy being of some help.” A chuckle slipped out along with the words. “I say yes, partner.”

While another might’ve found the odd smile on Adachi’s lips unnerving, or even insulting, he’d not be one to assume the worst of a man who’d done naught but show him kindness so far. The knight wasn’t blind, of course, he knew not all smiles were genuine. He knew people... well, mocked him. Perhaps they were right to do so! Still, he kept his cheery demeanor, eyes positively twinkling with the smile on his face. “What sort of duties am I to be expecting? Simple patrol? Combat? Perhaps something more mundane.”

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[sundeadknight]

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[thecabbageprince]

Ah. So he is another persona user.

Adachi should’ve figured, by his human-like appearance, but the armor sort of threw him off.

“Oh, forgive me, at first you seemed like one of these demons running around,” The detective smiled, walking up closer to the bars of Solaire’s cell. His fingers gripped around one of the steel bars, then leaning in for a closer look of his detainee.

“My name? My name is Tohru Adachi, detective. Well, I was a detective, now I just work with this zombie police task force… At least, for now,” Adachi introduced himself, taking another swig of his coffee. So he seems to think this is all a misunderstanding huh? The man claims it was in good intent… But the smart thing to do would be to just let him stay the night, as was procedure.

Unless…

“So.. I take it you’re a knight of some sort, am I right? Instead of letting you rot in this cell, I could let you out if you agree to some… terms,” He could easily transfer the holding cell into community hours. Community hours, however, that would be well spent helping Adachi.

[sundeadknight]

“I... suppose one cannot be too careful.” Still, he had to wonder. Did he come off as a demonic thing, some being out to harm rather than help? There were uses but-- but his intentions had never been to frighten allies. Solaire’s face re-settles into an easy smile after a moment of doubt, unwavering even as Adachi drew closer. A bit too close, perhaps.

“You are right, indeed. Perhaps the only one in these lands, if mine own eyes are to be trusted.” An odd thing, to come from lands where knighthood was a given and be thrust into this place that seemed devoid of them entirely! His arms folded over one another, an unusually closed off posture for the knight, humming thoughtfully at Adachi’s offer. He had little reason to doubt this man-- he’d been naught but pleasant, after all.

“And what would these terms be, Tohru?” Perhaps a bit too bold. “... Apologies- sir Adachi.” He corrected himself with a sheepish smile, bright as ever even with his mistake pulling at the edges of it.

Whatever they were, he was sure said terms would be far from as despairing a fate as staying in this damned cell for the-gods-knew-how-long.

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[thecabbageprince]

Oh just who the hell did those zombie buffoons lock up this time? And for what cause?

Whenever those damned fools lock someone up, its for the stupidest reasons. Once, they threw in a Mothman because it scared them, for whatever reason. They’re zombies. How the hell is this unit supposed to  function if they’re terrified of Mothmen?!

It was a good thing Adachi was able to pick up on their body language, the zombies’ moans and grunts were starting to sound more like yes’s and no’s the more he worked with them. He couldn’t really explain why, but they seemed to form some kind of attachment to the ex-cop when he joined their force, almost similar to that of the shadows back in the Midnight Channel - but he was probably just imagining things to the point of reminiscence.

“Pipe down, Mister, I’ll take a look at your report in a second…” Adachi responded to the oddly-dressed detainee, ignoring his plea for assistance. What was this guy from the middle ages? There has been weirder stuff, but this was still pretty odd. One of the zombies handed him their shabbily scrawled report, which was still a pain in the ass to read.

“Huh… Vandalism? Says here you… wrote odd, disturbing figures on the floor of the lodge,” Oh great. Some asshole who thought doodling dicks everywhere was hilarious. Could anyone act like a mature adult nowadays?

“Sir… Can you explain yourself? Why were you drawing disturbing images all over the lodge?” Adachi set the report down and picked up his coffee, taking a small sip as he leaned over the desk in front of the strange man’s cell. He squinted tiredly over his coffee mug.

“What’s your name, Mister?”

[sundeadknight]

Solaire pursed his lips, eyebrows furrowing in an all-too-honest expression, the luxury of wearing a helmet most days he ventured among people had made him... careless about guarding his emotions, letting them show as clear as day on his face. He felt oddly like a child being scolded, unaware that what he’d done was wrong-

Because how could it be wrong! The knight bore naught but good intentions with what he’d done. Did they think he’d intended to invade, rather than assist? Still, that was hardly something worthy of... “Disturbing... Ah!” His eyebrows shot up at the realization. “I believe they may have... misinterpreted my summoning sign.” He trailed off, one hand at his chin to tap a finger against his lips. “Are they not customary for this world?”

“They are for those in need in worlds similar to our own. They call upon whomever have made them, you see.” How strange a thought. That something so intrinsic to him could be misunderstood so easily, even thought to have malicious intentions!

Never the less, it was no reason not to retain some semblance of manners towards this man that-- he was fairly sure-- was trying to help him straighten out this misunderstanding. An easy smile spread over his lips, “I am Solaire of Astora, ser. Called here for what I must presume is the same purpose as you.”

“May I ask yours, as well? An informal title does not sit right on the tongue for long.”

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Quite a predicament, wasn’t it? He’d barely even settled in, the past few days spent getting his bearings and making himself acquainted with his surroundings as best he could-- no small feat when there were so many things that he still could not understand, both their purpose and how exactly they functioned. And yet he already found himself imprisoned for no reason at all!

... At least, he assumed this was a cell of some sort. The bars were familiar enough, though the furnishings were much less sparse than the last prison he’d been unfortunate enough to see the inside of. The knight cradled one of his medals ‘tween his hands, a nervous fiddling he couldn’t quite seem to stop, hard as he tried. It felt strange to be as bare as he was; no helmet, no shield, no sword. They could hardly demand of him to strip down to his unmentionables so, thankfully, the seemingly-undead fellows who’d dragged him here had let him retain his chain mail and boots at the very least.

Still! Still. It was hardly fair! Their mumblings and groans had fallen just short of being understandable to Solaire, and so he was left without even the hint of an explanation why he was stuck in this (all things considered not very) horrible place. He’d spoken up before, several times in fact, but he’d received nothing but cold shoulders and more unintelligible groaning.

The knight weighed his options. Breaking out was one of them, of course, but this town was hardly large enough to allow him to escape from the law’s long arm. He could simply wait, and find out just what was in store for him, which surely couldn’t be that bad-- But, ah, a glimmer of hope! A face unlike the rest, beige skin rather than rotted green, a fellow who looked rather alive in fact. Solaire positively perked up, halting his fumbling for a moment.

“Ser?” He angled his head just so, positively staring at the suit-clad man through the bars. “It pains me to request assistance when I’ve little to offer in way of compensation, but might you be able to free me from this cage? Believe me, I’ve done no deed that is deserving of this.”

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“Pardon me, ser– how in the world did you do that?” Solaire’s voice is as awfully chipper as always, calm and yet with an easy happiness radiating from every word he spoke. The ser in question was a somewhat peculiarly dressed fellow– to the knight, at least– whose hands seemed to light up and positively glow with some form of strange power.

The knight himself had seen no trace of his own miracles remaining, hard as he prayed to call upon the spears, they simply would not appear. As if his faith had wavered! Preposterous, frankly. “I had believed all sorceries and miracles to fizzle to naught more but sparkles and dust!” 

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Getting a pack of cigarettes had been, so far, the best damn thing to happen since Jack had signed that contract. Well, second best thing; the best thing to happen to him now was getting to enjoy them. The wrapper peeled away, one cigarette flipped over after some consideration, another brought to his lips as he pocketed the rest.

The feeling of burns crawling across his hand came with a familiar pain, one that didn’t bring a wince or flinch due to how often he had felt it. With a bit of friction, a flame flickered between his thumb and finger, giving some warmth and light, and giving the end of the cigarette a hot glow. A whisper of smoke drifted from the lit end. More smoke was pulled into his lungs with an inhale, bringing with it a dry burn and heat that helped to dull the edges of his nerves…

Someone was there. He hadn’t heard them approach—too caught up in having a damn smoke—didn’t even register what they had said. To busy waiting for a lead pipe to the cranium, or the burn of a bullet, or anything else he’d come to expect from splicers. The best he could do was pull his arms up in defense while smoke sputtered from his lips. Didn’t even notice the cigarette fall into the snow at his feet, kicked aside as he stepped away and faced—

a knight?

“…What?”

[sundeadknight]

Occasionally foolish as Solaire may have been, it was quite clear that his sudden jolly outburst had startled the man. Badly, in fact, if the way he covered his face with his arms was anything to go by. As if he’d expect to be struck, the poor man. Solaire held up his hands in a gesture of good will, made it quite clear to the man that he was both unarmed and without even a trace of ill intent!

… Well, perhaps that first one wasn’t entirely true, the sword hanging at his waist pressing against his thigh as he shifted.

“Ah.” Not the most eloquent response. “… I must’ve startled you, but- I assure you, there is no ill intent on my part.” Slowly, he lowered his hands to gesture towards Jack’s raised ones with a kind smile– one hidden by the knight’s steel helmet– and a calmer tone to his words. “Would it be terribly selfish of me to ask you to, well, do that again? Your magic.” He requested with a slight flourish, fingers moving to mimic what the other man had done.

Solaire was by no means a master of sorceries or pyromancies; the study of them frowned upon by those of other faiths, while he himself simply deemed them unnecessary for his own goals. Still, the at-first-glance likeness of them to miracles was undeniable, and they drew their power from the same place in men. So one had to wonder. What was the difference between the miracles he utilized, and the powers this man posessed?

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