[From the foam that settles at the top of the glass, it's definitely a beer of some sort, and a hearty pint of it to boot, lovingly grasped in one wrist where Thancred sits in the back of Erich & Wilbur's. He turns with an easy smirk at the question.]
Fancy drowning in a bottle or two?
[He nods his head slightly off towards the bar. Go wild, my man, he is not here to judge right this second.]
I'd take caution with the harder liquor. Despite the abundance, everything had already been opened when I glanced it over the first time.
In its moments. Between our arrival and all of these sneaking eyes, it's hard not to feel a little unnerved.
[It's not quite why he's drinking, but it's compounding it, so that's close enough an answer.]
Here I'd wondered if I'd find more company crammed into here, but it seems we've more scholars than socialites. I've not seen so many souls milling about a library since I was in school.
The troublemaking sort, eh? [He chuckles, bringing his glass to his lips for a moment.] They'd have never let me near the Studium had I been so bold about those sorts of things, but I suppose I can relate.
[Though the idea of asking an enrolled student for a round of fisticuffs does sound like it would be an amusing sight, even if it would be nipped in the bud faster than it started.]
Ahhh, only here and there. Rubbing elbows with the locals, hearing their stories. You bring far more to a table of understanding by taking the time to get to know those you're around.
Man of the field. A most interesting endeavor. Not everyone has the heart or patience for it.
[He laughs at the observation.]
I need the eyepatch to make up for my obnoxious personality. And me? Oh, I'm a priest. I serve the Lord and the Church, and guide lost souls to salvation. That sort of thing.
Aye, well -- someone's got to get their hands dirty. [And he's never been very good at staying still. Not without a complaint or two, at least.] I've no complaints.
Ahh, but a man of the cloth. Here I didn't think I'd catch any of your sort searching for a drink. But perhaps that's narrow-minded of me.
[...He wonders just how dirty this man's hands are.]
The Catholic church. We can still drink! Just preferably not in excess. Does my religion ring a bell? I can't tell with everyone coming from a variety of places nowadays...
rip the mobile version of this tag i lovingly crafted at like 3am and then lost :pensive:
[He chuckles at the end of a long draw from his mug. Never work a day in your life, etc etc.]
Nothing I've had the pleasure of being acquainted with yet, I'm afraid. Though I'm quickly coming to realize that's more often the case than not. Strange, the amount of times I've heard someone mention places like "Tokyo".
Do you care much for the purpose your position gives you?
You mean besides seeing people freed from walking about this hells-forsaken place? [because who wouldnt look forward to such a beautiful vacation?] Decent drinks with good company seems a fine enough start.
What about you? Even the priests have to have their dreams.
[You ever just walk into the brand new weird class themed redroom morgue one afternoon
and you just see a guy laying there
not even on one of the tables. just flat on the floor.
He's not looking QUITE himself right now, his skin far paler and oddly textured even from a distance, a long and slender tail twisted weakly against one of his legs as he breathes unusually slow. But at least he's not dead!
Still, whatever's going on, Thancred's not aware he has company right this second.]
[The look he casts up flashes grateful, though, as he lifts a clawed hand to grasp Hansa's palm.
The man is stiff, joints like plaster and balance precarious. But there's muscle behind his grip, behind the pull of his arm, a practiced strength in how he still finds the means to roll his feet under him.
It's a lot of energy, and he still needs to grapple between a table and Hansa's shoulder to hold himself up. But he's making do, his exhale and the slow whip of his tail the only sign of frustration he allows.]
[Thancred is in a worse shape than he initially thought. Hansa hovers, not wanting to just grab the man, but he lets him settle to where he's comfortable.]
Sure is. Just another day of suffering in his haunted place. You sure you're going to be okay?
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[He's just staring at Thancred for a moment. I'm assuming he has a glass of alcohol or whatever he's found with him.]
.....Where did you get that?
descends belatedly now that im done being asleep
Fancy drowning in a bottle or two?
[He nods his head slightly off towards the bar. Go wild, my man, he is not here to judge right this second.]
I'd take caution with the harder liquor. Despite the abundance, everything had already been opened when I glanced it over the first time.
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[Maybe he'll let himself have a little. It's not temptation if you simply enjoy things, right?]
[He's moving to the bar, before selecting one of the beers, and heading back to sit next to the man.]
I'll let myself have a sip or two. This place getting to you already?
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[It's not quite why he's drinking, but it's compounding it, so that's close enough an answer.]
Here I'd wondered if I'd find more company crammed into here, but it seems we've more scholars than socialites. I've not seen so many souls milling about a library since I was in school.
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[All these NERDS smh!!!]
Would you consider yourself a socialite, then?
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[Though the idea of asking an enrolled student for a round of fisticuffs does sound like it would be an amusing sight, even if it would be nipped in the bud faster than it started.]
Ahhh, only here and there. Rubbing elbows with the locals, hearing their stories. You bring far more to a table of understanding by taking the time to get to know those you're around.
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[And someone who seems to like gathering information. How interesting.]
I like that approach. I don't suppose you were in the information business, too? You should be, if you haven't done that already.
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And yourself? The eyepatch does wonders for your aura of mystery. Quite a conversation starter. [There's a nostalgic sort of humor to the statement.]
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[He laughs at the observation.]
I need the eyepatch to make up for my obnoxious personality. And me? Oh, I'm a priest. I serve the Lord and the Church, and guide lost souls to salvation. That sort of thing.
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Ahh, but a man of the cloth. Here I didn't think I'd catch any of your sort searching for a drink. But perhaps that's narrow-minded of me.
Which church, if I might ask?
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[...He wonders just how dirty this man's hands are.]
The Catholic church. We can still drink! Just preferably not in excess. Does my religion ring a bell? I can't tell with everyone coming from a variety of places nowadays...
rip the mobile version of this tag i lovingly crafted at like 3am and then lost :pensive:
Nothing I've had the pleasure of being acquainted with yet, I'm afraid. Though I'm quickly coming to realize that's more often the case than not. Strange, the amount of times I've heard someone mention places like "Tokyo".
Do you care much for the purpose your position gives you?
NOOOOOO
[He tilts his head, a little thoughtful, but it doesn't take long to answer.]
I like what I do. It gives me purpose, so...yes. I would say I care. You?
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Aye, I would.
[His eyes drift towards his cup.]
Life is a string of many things, but in it has been plenty that I have been proud to walk through. Promises I've been proud to help keep.
There is no greater purpose than that, in a way.
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Very poetic. You feel like a man who's gone through a lot in his life.
[An almost weary traveler sort of feeling, but satisfied all the same.]
Is there anything that you're looking forward to, now?
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What about you? Even the priests have to have their dreams.
WEEK ONE - TUESDAY
and you just see a guy laying there
not even on one of the tables. just flat on the floor.
He's not looking QUITE himself right now, his skin far paler and oddly textured even from a distance, a long and slender tail twisted weakly against one of his legs as he breathes unusually slow. But at least he's not dead!
Still, whatever's going on, Thancred's not aware he has company right this second.]
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[Hansa is rushing over, worried, but as he bends down...]
[Ah.]
[The tail gives him a big clue.]
[Heaving a little huff, he's just moving to rest on the floor next to him. Let's chill, man.]
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wait, no, he can feel something next to him, warmer--
It's delayed, but his arm inevitably drops from his position draped against his face, golden eyes against black sclera squinting next to him.]
...Why are you on the floor, pray tell?
[Clearly the more important question here than why HE'S on the floor. He still kind of remembers. Sort of.]
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You were laying here, so I thought I'd lay here, too! So if anyone walked in, they would think we were just relaxing.
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Gods, what is wrong with you...
[It's so, so hard to breathe, like it's taking all his energy and concentration to not fall asleep again.]
While I... appreciate the company... I'd like to not stay here, if it's all... all the same to you.
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[Like, honestly.]
[He casts a concerned gaze over to him, though.]
Want me to carry you out?
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Heroic. [A weak quip. But Thancred shakes his head.]
Just... a help up, please. I'll not be swept o... off my feet that easy.
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[Sure thing, though - he will move up to his feet, before offering a hand.]
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[The look he casts up flashes grateful, though, as he lifts a clawed hand to grasp Hansa's palm.
The man is stiff, joints like plaster and balance precarious. But there's muscle behind his grip, behind the pull of his arm, a practiced strength in how he still finds the means to roll his feet under him.
It's a lot of energy, and he still needs to grapple between a table and Hansa's shoulder to hold himself up. But he's making do, his exhale and the slow whip of his tail the only sign of frustration he allows.]
What a pain this all is, eh?
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[Thancred is in a worse shape than he initially thought. Hansa hovers, not wanting to just grab the man, but he lets him settle to where he's comfortable.]
Sure is. Just another day of suffering in his haunted place. You sure you're going to be okay?