#mr.greyface

[space--butterflies]

your tags 100%, I thought kl///ance was the cutest thing back in s1 and s2, and now I can’t stand it. if it eveR happened in canon of course I’d support it because the canon characters are lovely, but fandom is ridiculous. the only good thing having the ship blown up did was force me to find other ones and I’ve met so many wonderful people through loving other ships. this sounds so melodramatic which is another reason I hate this fandom but it’s so hARD to find stuff outside of kl///ance :(

I feel you anon, I really do.

I am so close to blacklisting k///ance, but none of the blogs I follow really tag it so it’d be a mute point.

edit: I also thought this was going to be a hate message, but I am very delighted that it’s not.

[space--butterflies]

it'll probably be confusing if you play kh3 without playing any of the others, but i don't see why it's not possible (assuming you don't care about the story, ofc)!

thank you kind anon. If need be I could look up the story of the other games if I get too confused.

[leerofthevinegaroons-a]

What if your wife and son hadn't passed away?

Baribus frowned and let out a sigh. Of all the things Mr. Greyface could’ve asked him, it had to be this in particular.

“Then I would be married and a father. Chances are I wouldn’t have gotten ‘scripted and become a vinegaroon, but there is the chance I would’ve volunteered for the position if only to provide more for my family. Truthfully, if there is a chance that my fortunes would have been the same now as they would be if they were alive, then I am sure my beloved Vienna would have become quite a friend to Lady Heraldy. My child or children, as I believe we would’ve had more if Vienna had lived, would’ve grown up knowing Mr. Groves as a close family friend.”

The leer paused and let out a sigh, his shoulders sinking slightly. “Honestly, I know not what would’ve become of us if my wife and our unborn son or daughter had survived. For all I know, if they had lived, I might have remained a chimney sweep and none of this would have come to pass. But this is all vain speculation. They are gone leaving nothing but a memory, and it is best not to dwell on what might have been lest we lose sight of what is important now.”

[leerofthevinegaroons-a]

-Lad lays on him and chirps-

Baribus smiled and ran his fingers over the crown of the dragonet’s head.

“Ah, there you are Lad,” he said, gently lifting the creature onto his shoulders. “And where have you been, eh? Staying out of trouble I hope.”

Letting out a soft chuckle, the leer shifted his position so as to more comfortably support Lad on his shoulders. He didn’t wan to admit it, but the dragonet was growing on him. In fact, he was actually starting to like having it around. Despite being a state-sanctioned monster hunter, Mr. Thatch had seemingly become friends with a menagerie of supernatural creatures - Lad and Theodore included. 

He paused for a moment, recalling how the little fire lizard communicated, and allowed his mind to be filled with warm, contented colors. 

[leerofthevinegaroons-a]

The little brown dragonet returned, it winked into his room announcing its precence with a chirrup and zipped wildly around the room. Excited thoughts whirled in its mind that it broadcast for him. Not getting a reaction quickly enough the firelizard landed on the foot of the bed and bounded up across the man's chest. His eyes glowed and whirled excited and distressed colors as he chirruped and hissed. The creature even tried words, sending them telepathically 'Help help! You need to help!'

Baribus’s head throbbed as color flooded his mind and vision. He let out a soft grunt and slowly lifted his hands and pressed them to his face. It had been a late night - even worse than most thanks to a certain anniversary that fell on that night. 

Rubbing his eyes, the detective lowered one hand to feel numbly for the panicked fire lizard. 

“There, lad, I’m alright,” he murmured hoarsely, resting his hand on the creatures head. “Just a rough night is all.” 

There was subdued grief in his words, the kind that comes from an old hurt too deep for even the finest healers to touch. But even then, Baribus tried to ease the dragonet’s distress.

Gently, he stroked the beast, letting his fingers run over its smooth, leathery skin. It reminded him of having a cat on his chest and the thought so comforted him, that he began to stroke it as he would’ve stroked a cat. It was interesting how much of a comfort the little dragonet was. Just having it there was a comfort that helped soothe the grief of his lost love.

[leerofthevinegaroons-a]

"This is for you, sir. From Lieutenant Groves." Colin smiled politely up at the other man, pleased to see his task carried out. (heartscfoak)

The leer smiled down at the lad and took the small parcel. He’d been down below deck for several hours since they’d departed. No doubt the Lieutenant would be getting quite bored with his station on deck with Baribus not there to participate in their usual game of pranks. However, the laggard had a letter to write and he was quite intent upon it.

“Thank you my boy,” Baribus said with a nod and a smile before pausing and putting a knuckle to his chin. This was a new face to him, a young lad possibly twelve or thirteen. 

“Hmm. I don’t think I’ve been acquainted with you yet,” he remarked and extended his hand. “I am Baribus Thatch, and you are?”

[leerofthevinegaroons-a]

Where'd you learn to play violin? Why pick that instrument?

Baribus looked up from the tuning pegs of his fiddle and raised a brow at the curious greyface.

“Well, I learned the fiddle from an old salt after I was ‘scripted into the Imperial Navy and I’ve played it ever since. It’s quite a small instrument you see, and easy to carry. It’s also has very simple care - far simpler than say a sthenicon or such other tool.”

The leer lifted the violin as if to demonstrate its light weight before resting it on his knee.

“Needless to say I have a great fondness for my violin and am most grateful for the time I’m able to spend using it.”

[leerofthevinegaroons-a]

What was it like, hiding in the basement and someone coming down after you?

Manse looked away. “Unbearable,” he answered with a low, rattling rasp. “There are days I wish they’d never found me, days I wish they never brought my wretchedness to light. I was here by accident and only came to escape the certain death of the seafood buffet…”

The creature paused and curled into himself slightly. “But when they came down… muskets in hand… at that time I was more bogle than I was myself. I would’ve stayed in those shadows and let myself become the nadder everyone saw were it not for Theodore…....... Theodore.........”

Mans took a rattling breath and closed his facial shell. It seemed there would be no further answers on this topic tonight