the young woman keeps dancing - this place has the energy of like... a kpop concert, a little? like this girl is absolutely an idol of some kind. the guy behind the piano lets out this like hoot'n'holler noise and she laughs, winking at the crowd. a drunk guy faints.
nobody notices viktor sneaking in, they're all so focused on her. he can go sit down at a table and wait to be served, or he can go to the bar specifically! whatever he wants.]
He stands out of the way of the door and of notice, but looks around the whole tavern momentarily. If he Scrutinizes the place, can he see anyone who stands out at a table, or at the bar? (besides the hot dancing lady)
Someone who might have an idea where godly treasure is hiding....]
he can see a couple of people around here with a [14] scrutinize that seem like they might know secrets, but specifically... there's a man sitting at one of the tables towards the back and near the door, watching the woman dance with a little smile. notably, he also has a collar around his neck. from your scrutinize, you can tell that this man is around mid-twenties, and particularly good at using a knife. he's also decent at holding his liquor, considering the several empty cups next to him and the alert look in his eyes.
and... he feels familiar. for a second, you swear you can smell blood.
and then it's gone. wanna talk to this guy? the dancing lady seems to be winding down from her dance.]
[hello? i'm attracted to this pixelated man, me, anna
Hmm. Those are some weird vibes, he has a lot of questions for Throne later which he will not think of right this moment because of assimilation. The solo guy with tons of drinks and a knife definitely knows something.
He goes to the bar to order two drinkies, please, and he will give up some of his gold leaves....... The drinks, when he gets them, he intends to take over to the guy. Peace offering..... This scrawny stupid wizard dude just shows up at your table, hello.]
you can take like ten gold leaves off your total for the drinks! the guy sitting here raises an eyebrow at this random weirdo coming up to offer a drink, but he takes it! and. sniffs it. sorry, he just straight up sniffs the drink like he's checking to see if viktor put something in it.]
... Can never be too careful, huh? [he says, winking at viktor.] We really ought to get you something that fits a little better than that, I think.
[Come on, nerd, what kind of assassin are you if you're not immune to every single poison in the book, HUH?]
I understand. Just thought I wouldn't show up empty-handed.
[DON'T WINK, HE'S SHY. He laughs, but gets shy, sue him. He did not ask to sit, rude, but he will sit regardless. Stop looking at his terrible hobo outfit.]
Maybe I'll grow into it...? [He's kidding.] It's... going. Got a job.
[the longer you sit with this man, the more you start to feel... connected to him? in fact, this man - you've known him for a long time. his name is pirro. you have memories of a time where the two of you didn't have collars. you remember the night he got his, and how he crawled into your bed at the house and cried for an hour after he did. the next morning, he pretended like it never happened.]
Hah. Maybe.
[pirro takes a drink. i wish i had icons but nobody draws pirro ever, so. alas.]
Yeah? Father give it to you? Can you talk about it?
His brows furrow. The church is looking for it...? Yeah, ok. WHY IS THE CHURCH ALWAYS EVIL? It's fine, maybe the church wants it to do good things. Bless the land and the crops. But yeah, if the church is after it... then it has to be important.
But of course he could already tell as much when Father slapped down their questioning about it.
His eyes widen at the last part, and he freezes.] ...What? [He gives Pirro an accusatory look. How dare this just be slung around so casually?
[i like that you assume the item you're looking for is evil
anyway yeah the church definitely wants to do good things! nothing to worry about. pirro rests a hand on top of his, seriously.]
I mean someone in your little band of heroes is going to try to stab you in the back. [...] The church pays real good for this sort of thing. Blood money. And I don't want to see anything bad to happen to you, .
The way it's hard not to make Viktor yaoi for this man during affection week. Viktor frowns down at the table, and his hand curls into a fist below the other one.]
I will. I don't think... [But he doesn't know? For sure?] How do... Father told you...? But why...
[The math isn't mathing, but he doesn't have any other explanation. Or choice.]
Heh. Well, I'm alive, aren't I? So maybe I worry just enough.
[haha!]
Anyway - there was some guys here earlier, asking around. They got real cozy with the Sanctum Knights over there. [gestures at another group - they're playing cards. one of them is a cute blonde man with puppy energy, and the other is a man with long black hair and a :T expression. i realize that this makes them sound like royce and hadrian but it's not help.]
Your backup might know more. They're looking around, right?
His eyes shift over to the Sanctum Knights, Hadrian and Royce. That's them, you can't change my mind. Getting cozy, huh? Okay.]
Yes, they are.
[He should probably see if they've destroyed the weapons shop, or slipped into a coffee shop AU in the cafe.
He reaches across the table and ruffles up Pirro's hair.] Thanks for the assist. I'll go see what they've found. [He slides his drink across to Pirro, too. As thanks.]
pirro makes a pffft sound and bats at viktor's hand when his hair gets ruffled. stop!! his cool hairdo!!]
Sure thing. Come back safe. [and he sprawls out at his table, bringing a cigarette up to his lips to smoke. he gives a lazy salute at the drink. thanks, sir.
would viktor like to do anything else while he's here? maybe he can mug the nice dancer girl (no)(unless you want to i guess)]
okay well you scrutinize the shit out of these men so hard they're almost uncomfortable. you see a couple of details. first off, the blonde man is new. he hasn't been a sanctum knight for long. he's very excitable, and seems to get flustered pretty easily whenever the black haired man says something. they seem to be friends, judging by the way they rib at each other. maybe in their mid to late twenties, well-trained with all sorts of weapons. with a nineteen, though, there's two things that catch your attention especially: first, the blonde guy? he kind of... flickers, a little. like blue flame. just for a moment.
second, on your way out, you can kind of overhear him talking about how he probably shouldn't have given all those details about the church to the inquisitor that came through earlier, but he had a really trustworthy face...
to which the black haired knight, who looks like he's been doing this job for a while, says, "Crick, he looked just like Mistral. No, he didn't."
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the young woman keeps dancing - this place has the energy of like... a kpop concert, a little? like this girl is absolutely an idol of some kind. the guy behind the piano lets out this like hoot'n'holler noise and she laughs, winking at the crowd. a drunk guy faints.
nobody notices viktor sneaking in, they're all so focused on her. he can go sit down at a table and wait to be served, or he can go to the bar specifically! whatever he wants.]
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He stands out of the way of the door and of notice, but looks around the whole tavern momentarily. If he Scrutinizes the place, can he see anyone who stands out at a table, or at the bar? (besides the hot dancing lady)
Someone who might have an idea where godly treasure is hiding....]
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he can see a couple of people around here with a [14] scrutinize that seem like they might know secrets, but specifically... there's a man sitting at one of the tables towards the back and near the door, watching the woman dance with a little smile. notably, he also has a collar around his neck. from your scrutinize, you can tell that this man is around mid-twenties, and particularly good at using a knife. he's also decent at holding his liquor, considering the several empty cups next to him and the alert look in his eyes.
and... he feels familiar. for a second, you swear you can smell blood.
and then it's gone. wanna talk to this guy? the dancing lady seems to be winding down from her dance.]
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Hmm. Those are some weird vibes, he has a lot of questions for Throne later which he will not think of right this moment because of assimilation. The solo guy with tons of drinks and a knife definitely knows something.
He goes to the bar to order two drinkies, please, and he will give up some of his gold leaves....... The drinks, when he gets them, he intends to take over to the guy. Peace offering..... This scrawny stupid wizard dude just shows up at your table, hello.]
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you can take like ten gold leaves off your total for the drinks! the guy sitting here raises an eyebrow at this random weirdo coming up to offer a drink, but he takes it! and. sniffs it. sorry, he just straight up sniffs the drink like he's checking to see if viktor put something in it.]
... Can never be too careful, huh? [he says, winking at viktor.] We really ought to get you something that fits a little better than that, I think.
How's it going?
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I understand. Just thought I wouldn't show up empty-handed.
[DON'T WINK, HE'S SHY. He laughs, but gets shy, sue him. He did not ask to sit, rude, but he will sit regardless. Stop looking at his terrible hobo outfit.]
Maybe I'll grow into it...? [He's kidding.] It's... going. Got a job.
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Hah. Maybe.
[pirro takes a drink. i wish i had icons but nobody draws pirro ever, so. alas.]
Yeah? Father give it to you? Can you talk about it?
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He will also take a drink since SWEET PIRRO was so suspicious of his offer early. Imagine they're both poisoned, and he didn't know.]
He did, yes. [He glances around, and then kind of lowers his voice.] Looking for some treasure. A special one. Have you heard anything good?
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anyway yeah they're both poisoned and you die. no, pirro takes a drink of his and huffs out a laugh.]
... Little bit. [he says, conspiratorially.] Alpates, right? Listen - Viktor, you have to be careful on this one. Father told me... well.
The church is looking for the treasure too. It's got to be powerful in that case, right? Which is why they'll stop at nothing to get it. And...
[he lowers his voice even further.] Father told me there's a traitor in our midst.
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His brows furrow. The church is looking for it...? Yeah, ok. WHY IS THE CHURCH ALWAYS EVIL? It's fine, maybe the church wants it to do good things. Bless the land and the crops. But yeah, if the church is after it... then it has to be important.
But of course he could already tell as much when Father slapped down their questioning about it.
His eyes widen at the last part, and he freezes.] ...What? [He gives Pirro an accusatory look. How dare this just be slung around so casually?
Until the worry creeps in from all sides.]
What do you mean... a traitor?
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anyway yeah the church definitely wants to do good things! nothing to worry about. pirro rests a hand on top of his, seriously.]
I mean someone in your little band of heroes is going to try to stab you in the back. [...] The church pays real good for this sort of thing. Blood money. And I don't want to see anything bad to happen to you,
So watch your back. Alright?
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The way it's hard not to make Viktor yaoi for this man during affection week. Viktor frowns down at the table, and his hand curls into a fist below the other one.]
I will. I don't think... [But he doesn't know? For sure?] How do... Father told you...? But why...
[The math isn't mathing, but he doesn't have any other explanation. Or choice.]
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He should've told you. [...] But you know how he is. This is how he does things.
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Viktor looks away because he is too scared to ask the most important question. It takes him a long moment or two to decide. Before he looks back.]
Do you... know who?
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anyway, he's silent for a moment, and then:]
... No. I don't, I'm sorry. Wish I did. [...] If it comes down to it, you kill them before they kill you. Alright?
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He's not sure if this comforts him, or worries him. He tries for a very weak, reassuring smirk.]
I will. You worry too much.
[Paranoia, love that.]
I just need the help, and then... I'll get it myself and leave with it. Do you know where to start...? Don't say the church.
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[haha!]
Anyway - there was some guys here earlier, asking around. They got real cozy with the Sanctum Knights over there. [gestures at another group - they're playing cards. one of them is a cute blonde man with puppy energy, and the other is a man with long black hair and a :T expression. i realize that this makes them sound like royce and hadrian but it's not help.]
Your backup might know more. They're looking around, right?
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His eyes shift over to the Sanctum Knights, Hadrian and Royce. That's them, you can't change my mind. Getting cozy, huh? Okay.]
Yes, they are.
[He should probably see if they've destroyed the weapons shop, or slipped into a coffee shop AU in the cafe.
He reaches across the table and ruffles up Pirro's hair.] Thanks for the assist. I'll go see what they've found. [He slides his drink across to Pirro, too. As thanks.]
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pirro makes a pffft sound and bats at viktor's hand when his hair gets ruffled. stop!! his cool hairdo!!]
Sure thing. Come back safe. [and he sprawls out at his table, bringing a cigarette up to his lips to smoke. he gives a lazy salute at the drink. thanks, sir.
would viktor like to do anything else while he's here? maybe he can mug the nice dancer girl (no)(unless you want to i guess)]
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but i will make him scrutinize these two sanctum knights at the table on the way out though (forces you to give me useless royce and hadrian lore)]
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okay well you scrutinize the shit out of these men so hard they're almost uncomfortable. you see a couple of details. first off, the blonde man is new. he hasn't been a sanctum knight for long. he's very excitable, and seems to get flustered pretty easily whenever the black haired man says something. they seem to be friends, judging by the way they rib at each other. maybe in their mid to late twenties, well-trained with all sorts of weapons. with a nineteen, though, there's two things that catch your attention especially: first, the blonde guy? he kind of... flickers, a little. like blue flame. just for a moment.
second, on your way out, you can kind of overhear him talking about how he probably shouldn't have given all those details about the church to the inquisitor that came through earlier, but he had a really trustworthy face...
to which the black haired knight, who looks like he's been doing this job for a while, says, "Crick, he looked just like Mistral. No, he didn't."
and that's all you hear.]