#b. lindqvist.

[caleb-l-esmaeili]

betraying philotes || bode + caleb

@bode-lindqvist​

[He’s slightly concerned with the relief that colors his cheeks as the stranger steps out of the dark. It hasn’t been long since he’s moved to 22 but he’s already doubting the state of his sanity. If he trusted Dante even slightly he might have considered bringing this up to him in their next session. Unfortunately for Bode and the good doctor, he didn’t.

He eyes the man beside him, the image at first blurry from lack of sleep before clearing up to a gentle face. Warm eyes, almond face, rounded nose and mouth, an autumn morning wrapped up in brown skin. Interesting, he doesn’t think he’s met this man before. A fresh transfer? Possibly.]

Me? Probably not. [Bode loosens a smile, his exhaustion tugging at his normally cold exterior. He looks back towards the chapel, physically and dramatically shivering at the sight of it.] This hellhole is terrifying when the sun’s in the sky. Although, now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t think I could go in even if I wanted to. [He glances at the stranger, his smile splitting into something ravenous.]

Can demons still go up in flames even if there isn’t a cross on the altar?

[[ Caleb wishes he could call Afra up — not for the first time, with inter-colony communication being so painfully slow — but now more with the intention of going, see? I’m not the only one out here being dramatic about this kind of shit.

This man’s words, his slightly unhinged smile, prompt a bark of a laugh out of Caleb, louder than he means it to be in the early morning stillness. ]] Yeah, I don’t think so. [[ His hands stay shoved deep in his pockets, peering up at the hulking shadow of a building. There’s an uneven sheen to one of the stained-glass windows in the moonlight. Broken, probably. If this colony was so hard-up for a dentist, Caleb doubts they have a stained glass artificer on hand.

Ultimately, he shakes his head, eyes staying trained on the chapel. ]] It’s just a building. [[ And maybe he’s trying to convince himself of those words as much as he is this stranger. ]] Much like the man himself— [[ Caleb juts his chin up towards the sky, an expanse of stars above them. ]]

It’s only got as much power as you give it. And I’ve seen some strange things since D-Day, but I don’t think bursting into flame on command is one of ‘em.

[charlie-freakin-essex]

TEETH CLENCHED TEAMWORK || charlie & bode [ dmc; afternoon of ]

@bode--lindqvist​

[[ There weren’t too many people who would take a look at Charlie and think, yeah, that guy could really benefit from additional training. They’d be largely correct; strength and stamina had obviously been prioritized in his creation, even if those came at the detriment of aspects like dexterity or stealth. Or nuance. Charlie was built like a Mack truck and exactly as subtle.

The thing is, Charlie likes training. It gives him a chance to blow off some steam and an outlet for the varying degrees of stress he’s been under lately, the current and most glaring being that Ricky’s been avoiding him for the past few days which, tangentially, means he won’t have the chance to blow off steam in a different sort of way at the party tonight.

It’s fine, he’d told himself multiple times that morning, and the disappointment has been resolutely pushed aside for the sake of Saturday’s Torren-focused training. Charlie’s been appreciating these more than the garden variety AP sessions, seeing as it gives the typically singular Torrens a chance to work on solidarity in the field. Charlie is almost obnoxiously in favor of this, recognizing that there was a lot in the teamwork of small groups that helped propel them to the almost-win of the first Games of the season.

Charlie showed up to the pitch mid-afternoon with every intention of singling out JR per Alex’s advice/request (and avoiding Kaiser like the plague) when those intentions are interrupted. There’s another new face besides Charlotte, who he’d helped settle in earlier -- and this, obviously, is cause enough for Charlie’s over-sociable nature to take the wheel. He approaches the stranger with an easy smile and offered hand. ]]

Hey -- didn’t realize we had more than one addition to Torren today. [[ Charlie assumes he must not be NWRF, as Charlotte was, or he would’ve been notified. That doesn’t hinder his enthusiasm of introduction. ]] The more the merrier, right? I’m Charlie, Charlie Essex.