he just has to take a second, rub his fingers over the bridge of his nose and squeeze his eyes shut with Some Sort of Opinion about that and then just offers a hand down to help him up? ]
[He takes the hand to climb up to his feet. Apparently, we have to show our atrocious outfit, so Viktor is dressed like the dude on the left. He's Caleb now.
He kind of quickly checks on Harley and Shouxue, then mildly eyes the other group with some wariness since he's up now.]
[ buddy you don't have the tits to pull that one off. well it can't be worse than lucien's purple-on-purple situation. surely that is also a fashion ding.
mildly offended at the wariness, actually, and not bothering to hide that. tilting his head, crossing his arms. ]
[He just has this terrible, unrestrained urge, and he reaches up to pinch Lucien's nose between his thumb and index finger. He shakes Lucien's face back and forth once, short.]
Nosy. Something valuable we lost. We were told it was out here.
[ is this something he does to every wildly attractive stranger he meets? weirdo behavior. lucien just scrunches up his nose and tolerates this, hatefully. ]
I'm being incredibly generous here and you're doing nothing but being weird and mysterious, so you don't have to be a dick about it. [ SUCKING HIS TEETH. ] Whatever. We heard she'd stolen something from the Cathedral, and that she might have been going to the Sacred Guard for asylum. And then some muttered off-hand comment about how the Sanctum Knights aren't all that trustworthy. Seems like there's some fairly obvious dots to connect, no?
If you're seeing something valuable and-- let me guess, by the name Alpates? Maybe the thing she stole was herself.
[The urge split through time and space, and even in another assimilated life, he is rattled with the desire to give Lucien a lot of grief for some bizarre reason.
He crosses his arms around his staff, using it as support. His brows furrow.
He glances again at Harley and Shouxue. They are all wearing the same collar. He has two, this stupid chain, and another more familiar one. When he looks back, his lips are twisting thoughtfully.]
No... That doesn't make any sense. Father--
[He catches himself, jaw tightening.]
We're here to find a treasure. That's all there is. You seemed to find them trustworthy when you accosted them for information in the tavern, hm?
[ following his gaze - clocking the collars and then clicking his tongue. okay that makes ... sense. reaching over to flick him on the side of the head. ]
Ah. You think you're Blacksnakes. Got it. [ rude of flurry to be honest. ] You were following us? Heard some of you lot were acting up in the Armory.
[The flick gives him a short, sharp pain in his head, and he winces.
The bristling he does at the blatant accusation dies as he... thinks about... momentarily, whether he is a Blacksnake. No, he is, and he has been. He shakes his head.]
We weren't following you. We were already coming this way.
[ he looks like he momentarily feels a tiny bit of bad for causing actual real pain but just redirects to this to muttering about `following me` and `completely obsessed` rudely under his breath.
well whatever, digging in his pocket, pulling out one (1) grape and holding it out to him. ]
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Or maybe not so weakly anymore since Eunhyuk put the holy soup kitchen in him.]
Who... are all of you?
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he just has to take a second, rub his fingers over the bridge of his nose and squeeze his eyes shut with Some Sort of Opinion about that and then just offers a hand down to help him up? ]
Old friends. New friends? Doesn't matter.
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He kind of quickly checks on Harley and Shouxue, then mildly eyes the other group with some wariness since he's up now.]
What are you here for?
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mildly offended at the wariness, actually, and not bothering to hide that. tilting his head, crossing his arms. ]
Looking for someone called Alpates. You?
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He at least... sort of pauses, squints... And then his expression gets focused again.]
...
Someone?
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The fact that that's shocking to you indicates you may have some facts to share with us?
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We don't know anything about a woman named that.
[He is listening to both Eunhyuk and Lucien.]
We're here to find something else.
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[ leaning forward, doing a little "keep going" gesture with a hand. ]
That something being ... ?
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[He just has this terrible, unrestrained urge, and he reaches up to pinch Lucien's nose between his thumb and index finger. He shakes Lucien's face back and forth once, short.]
Nosy. Something valuable we lost. We were told it was out here.
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[ is this something he does to every wildly attractive stranger he meets? weirdo behavior. lucien just scrunches up his nose and tolerates this, hatefully. ]
I'm being incredibly generous here and you're doing nothing but being weird and mysterious, so you don't have to be a dick about it. [ SUCKING HIS TEETH. ] Whatever. We heard she'd stolen something from the Cathedral, and that she might have been going to the Sacred Guard for asylum. And then some muttered off-hand comment about how the Sanctum Knights aren't all that trustworthy. Seems like there's some fairly obvious dots to connect, no?
If you're seeing something valuable and-- let me guess, by the name Alpates? Maybe the thing she stole was herself.
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He crosses his arms around his staff, using it as support. His brows furrow.
He glances again at Harley and Shouxue. They are all wearing the same collar. He has two, this stupid chain, and another more familiar one. When he looks back, his lips are twisting thoughtfully.]
No... That doesn't make any sense. Father--
[He catches himself, jaw tightening.]
We're here to find a treasure. That's all there is. You seemed to find them trustworthy when you accosted them for information in the tavern, hm?
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Ah. You think you're Blacksnakes. Got it. [ rude of flurry to be honest. ] You were following us? Heard some of you lot were acting up in the Armory.
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The bristling he does at the blatant accusation dies as he... thinks about... momentarily, whether he is a Blacksnake. No, he is, and he has been. He shakes his head.]
We weren't following you. We were already coming this way.
...You just... happened to be ahead. Is all.
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well whatever, digging in his pocket, pulling out one (1) grape and holding it out to him. ]
Something tells me you'll need this.
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He may have been a Blacksnake all his life, but he is still Viktor.]
You keep it.