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[ It's mid morning by the time the thumping starts. It's heavy and loud and coming from the Rover door. If it's not clear someone's banging their fist against the metal, well. There's a Brooklyner yelling too. ]
Sturmhond! You get your ass out here right now. Sturmhond!
Sturmhond! You get your ass out here right now. Sturmhond!
FROM: athos@cdc.org
How is your uninvited guest?
How is your uninvited guest?
FROM: brooksjr.barnaby@cdc.org
I hope that you will forgive Kotetsu and I for earlier. We believed everyone else was asleep.
I hope that you will forgive Kotetsu and I for earlier. We believed everyone else was asleep.
[ She can't explain her mood. It's somewhere between ecstatic and nervous, caught between feeling proud of herself and feeling like there's a catch somewhere down along the line. Gaining the favour of an instructor - especially one like Dagger - is a double edged sword whether she likes it or not.
But either way, there's goodies and she's not the kind of girl to hoard them to herself. Especially when she made promises. And she's missed him, no matter how much she'd like to protest it. He's a part of her life here and she wants to see him. So it's easy enough to carry the big steaming cup to his Rover, pack slung over her shoulder as she knocks. ]
Sturmhond. Open up.
But either way, there's goodies and she's not the kind of girl to hoard them to herself. Especially when she made promises. And she's missed him, no matter how much she'd like to protest it. He's a part of her life here and she wants to see him. So it's easy enough to carry the big steaming cup to his Rover, pack slung over her shoulder as she knocks. ]
Sturmhond. Open up.
day whatever you told me it was going to be ; late lmao
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[ He's drunk.
It's the kind of drunk that makes him feel like his body is blurred along the edges. A drunk that means he staggers back to the Rover and his journey takes twice as long. It's old. It's familiar. But he's still not drunk enough that his mind is turned off. It buzzes underneath his skull, fast and furious and full of things he doesn't want to think about.
Throwing the rover door open is easy. He spies Sturmhond just as quickly and pauses only in his trek inside to allow Korol to rub his flank against Athos' leg. Glitter comes off against the poor creature but Athos chooses not to mention it. If it isn't obvious by now that he's covered in the stuff, then he'd be worried for the privateer's eyesight. ]
You shouldn't be working. [ Good, he isn't slurring. He holds out his half empty bottle of wine to the other man. ] Drink. You'll feel better.
It's the kind of drunk that makes him feel like his body is blurred along the edges. A drunk that means he staggers back to the Rover and his journey takes twice as long. It's old. It's familiar. But he's still not drunk enough that his mind is turned off. It buzzes underneath his skull, fast and furious and full of things he doesn't want to think about.
Throwing the rover door open is easy. He spies Sturmhond just as quickly and pauses only in his trek inside to allow Korol to rub his flank against Athos' leg. Glitter comes off against the poor creature but Athos chooses not to mention it. If it isn't obvious by now that he's covered in the stuff, then he'd be worried for the privateer's eyesight. ]
You shouldn't be working. [ Good, he isn't slurring. He holds out his half empty bottle of wine to the other man. ] Drink. You'll feel better.
day 35 ... like after the drinking and the inevitable sleeping.
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[ He's already packed by the time he tracks down Sturmhond. It isn't easy and his stomach is turning itself into knots with how worried he is about everything. Briefly the idea of telling d'Artagnan or Aramis where he's going crosses his mind, but they would ask him why and he's already done so marvellously at covering that up. So instead he cradles this new tendril of self-loathing in his chest and approaches the only other person he seems to trust in this godforsaken place. ]
I need to ask you a favour.
I need to ask you a favour.
[ Were you having a moment of peace? If yes, that is unfortunate. She will appear to him with no warning, dropping at his feet a small, soft, wet bundle wrapped tightly in cloth. Her sleeves have stains that smell faintly like old milk. ]
Do not open it. Bury it. No questions.
[ And then she's off to look for the softest Madu she can find. ]
Do not open it. Bury it. No questions.
[ And then she's off to look for the softest Madu she can find. ]
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