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[dangerousallies]

@knifedindunwall

[msg] You haven’t called on me, so I am taking it upon myself to extend an invitation for lunch tomorrow [msg] I’ll be waiting outside the Tranquility train station at lunch time [msg] Don’t be late [msg] 😉

There are park benches circling a bubbling fountain outside the train station, and the Diplomat is taking up an entire one, lounging indolently across it as if they own the place.

It’s warm today, so they’re daringly bare-armed in a sleeveless button-up, embroidered on one side from back to front with a large motif of snakes emerging from a mirror, and oversized sunglasses that a persistent bird in Nectar talked them into. They probably ought to feel bad for falling for its tourist spiel, but they have been exceedingly useful, and the credits are meaningless, anyway.

The cloudless sky is offensively blue, but they’re at peace with it, mostly. They only feel like they’re going to fall into it if they look up; it’s fine as long as they get a distraction, which will either happen soon or not at all. That’s always the risk with an impertinent invitation, of course. But what’s the fun of pushing without the risk of pushing too far? Nothing for it but to wait.

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The tall towers and bleak, somber architecture of the Sea of Crises was almost a comfort to Estinien when he saw them from the train window. Certainly the city felt safer and more familiar than the trains; Estinien firstly did not trust any manner of vehicle that did not live yet seemed to think and operate on its own. He might have endeavored to find another method of travel if he hadn’t seen what lay outside of the train’s transparent tubes--which is to say, nothing but stars and inky blackness barely penetrated by the light of the red sun the entire structure seemed to be built around. It was enough to make one dizzy, and paranoid besides. He dreaded what the return trip would be like.

Upon reading the names of the train stops, Estinien had assumed that they were all oceans, similar to the summery beaches he had discovered around the place he supposedly was now to live. Evidently that was not the case, and the “seas” were mostly metaphorical. In Crises, it seemed that the most water one could find was in the dirty puddles in the cobblestone streets, or the heavy fog that sit about the city’s shoulders like a fur stole.

It was within that murky mist that Estinien was crouched atop an austere building of gray stone, perhaps resembling the snarling gargoyles that were his only company there.

Or so he thought. His ears twitched as he detected a strange whooshing noise, so quiet as to be nearly imperceptible, the unique sound of air displacing as something appeared that had not been there before. It was familiar to him, one might hear it dozens of times a day in a city as people teleported from aetheryte to aetheryte. But aetherytes did not seem to exist here, and indeed Estinien was quite sure even if they did they would not be placed on the lonely tops of tall buildings. Estinien whirled around, wishing for the millionth time that he had a lance, or at least armor more protective than a thin shirt and trousers. “Who goes there? I will not ask twice.”

[dangerousallies]

@knifedindunwall

Crises, again. It reminds them so much of the seedy, rat-infested underbelly of London, they can’t stay away. It’s almost cozy.

Less like home are the huge white flakes that have started gently falling from the sky, sticking in their eyelashes and hair like uninvited passengers, nothing like the fizzing, steaming false-snow of the north at home. It’s with almost childlike wonder they stand in the middle of the street, hands outstretched, catching clusters of snow on the tips of their fingers. It’s enough to almost put them off guard.

Almost, but not quite. The crunch of nearing steps pulls them out of the spell, their head snapping forward, and for a moment their singular eye is filled with something sharp and attentive like a predator - but just for an instant, before their expression melts into their usual neutrally polite mask.

“Hello,” they greet the stranger, with a thin smile. “Curious weather we’re having.”

[dangerousallies]

♥⊗؟ ≠

♥ ah jeez. his hands. they want to see him take his gloves off more.

⊗ they don’t actually understand or take entirely serious why he wants to retire.

؟ *coughing blood* they. ARE. curious. if he would move to london if given the choice.

 ≠“Do you still love him?” 

[dangerousallies]

ϟ♬■

ϟ - LIGHTNING - something they thought they’d left in the past, returned

does jc count hgfghdj

it’s been so long since the break, half the people they know in london don’t even know they’re married, so having someone around who’s unafraid, gleeful even, to just bring it up would be. weird and uncomfortable even back home. is it worse in adb? who knows!

alternately, (diplomat voice) this is crazy, but i’m having feelings again, like some kind of 20yo kid or something :/

♬ - DIRGE - a habit, hobby, or obsession they can’t seem to shake 

does their habit of saying extremely hurtful things just to see what’ll happen count when they don’t actually particularly want to shake it??

■ - LAIR - where they live, work, or spend most of their time

in adb, they spend the most time in crises… maybe they should get an office if mercy starts selling real estate 🤔

[waretheredeyes]

i heard fray and hilda smoked fogweed behind the forgotten knight. please pretend this is anon.

“One time they even managed to get the good fogweed from somewhere. That was a fun evening.”

[dangerousallies]

Never have I ever started a bar fight.

“Well really! Things done while undercover shouldn’t count.”

But they take the shot.

[waretheredeyes]

1, 18, 19

1. go to karaoke song?

Of course Hilda has never done karaoke what with being a fantasy person, but that aside, I know for a fact she’d love ABBA. I talked to Yoshi-P and he said so. Imagine her belting out “Voulez-Vous”. And if it’s off-key, well, it’s her Fury-given right to sing as off-key as she wants.

18. when was their first real relationship? how’d it go?

I don’t know if she’s ever had a real relationship. She’s had a few relationships, but none of them lasted very long — at first she was just kind of exploring the idea of romance, and then it was just fun with no expectation of long-term commitment. Which means she’s going to get owned by the void when she catches feelings!

19. have they ever broken someones heart? has someone broken theirs?

Not romantically — because her relationships were fairly casual by mutual understanding, there wasn’t really potential for heartbreak.