#yuribert

[quillfulwriter]

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yuri and hubert

Alright, anon. Let's do this!

Another late night, another moment of clarity. Another day, another blinding ache.

Yuri leaned against the window frame of the now empty inn, staring up at the clouds in the night sky. He had goblet of wine in hand. Rain pitter pattered against the glass. He normally wouldn't partake in wine this late at night. Let alone in an establishment such as this, all alone.

But this was a special occasion. The current Marquis Vestra had invited him personally. And truly, was he in any position to refuse? Especially when the owner had so graciously offered him such a rare delicacy. A wine so deep in color it near became blue, and was thick as blood on one's lips.

"I take it the Haunted Royal is suited to your palate?" came a voice.

"Not in the slightest," Yuri snickered. "Sometimes I think it's getting better and then it gets much worse. And yet, I find it impossible to stop drinking."

"That is the downside to such a wine."

Yuri tore his eyes away from the sky, just in time to see Hubert make himself at home at one of the barstools. With a spin on his heel and a wave of his hips, Yuri made his way over to join him.

"It's almost like the nectar of the Gods," Hubert mused, trailing his finger over a half-drunk goblet. "Cursed, yet addicting."

"Perhaps lotus would be more apt. I imagine nectar would leave a much more pleasing aftertaste."

"Hehe. Perhaps you're right."

A sharp warmth curled around him as he heard Hubert laugh. Yuri had to admit, in the low light the young Marquis was rather handsome. In a gangly, half-dead insomniac kind of way.

Though perhaps that was just the wine talking.

"So," Yuri sighed as he waved for another glass, "what job do you have for me this time?"

Hubert reached into his coat, pulling out a stack of envelopes. "Jobs, to be precise. Thanks to our losses taking over Garreg Mach, we're short on manpower. And these men will prove to be a problem if they are left....unchecked."

Yuri took the envelopes, and opened one. Inside was a short dossier, including a sketch of the mark in question. Each paper listed everything one could need to subdue them politically, financially, and emotionally. As well as the ideal methods of disposing of them physically.

"Okay, but I don't work for free," Yuri reminded him. "What do I get out of this set of jobs? I'm not cheap you know."

Hubert smirked, and waved a hand around the room. "This is a start."

Yuri nearly choked on his wine. "Excuse me?"

"Our friend here is planning to 'retire' soon," Hubert explained, "along with his husband. Over the next week, you will work with him to prepare this inn as one of your information brokers. You'll also be provided gold, and a rather extensive wardrobe."

"You claim retire, but I smell a rat. Tell me the truth, or that wine will be your last."

"Retiring from this inn, Leclerc. Not from my services." Hubert rolled his eyes. "A certain someone would never forgive me for ending this man's life."

Yuri nodded slowly, thinking it over. It was an ideal location, and no doubt was full of secrets if Hubert was involved.

"Alright," he agreed. "You have a deal."

"Excellent." Hubert finished his wine, and dropped two bags of coin on the table. "One for you, and one for the inn keeper. I will be in touch."

Yuri watched him warp away before downing the rest of his wine, beckoning for another.

This was going to be a long war.

[askhubertvonvestra]

Hubert: There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. Yuri: What about murder? Hubert: I'd never make you complicit by telling you.

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[askhubertvonvestra]

Hubert and his gremlins

Linhardt: You dove down... in that? Because that's pretty smart.

Hubert: May I remind you, Yuri, that you got stuck inside and nearly drowned?

Yuri: Shhhh.

Linhardt: It'd have to be portable, though. Mm... Machine knee cap, maybe?

Yuri: Well, you'd need a filter.

Linhardt: Synthetic membrane would do it. With a hose to--

Yuri and Linhardt: --a compressed air capsule.

Hubert: What is this. What's happening here. What.

[askhubertvonvestra]

Linhardt: Did you have to stab him?

Yuri: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what he said to me.

Linhardt: What did he say?

Yuri: ‘What are you gonna do, stab me?’

Hubert: That’s fair.

Linhardt: ha ha N O

[askhubertvonvestra]

Hubert: Yuri sometimes talks in his sleep... It’s charming.

Yuri, sleeping: Fight me... You motherfucker... Square up... I think the fuck not.

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