Week four

[letsplayamod]

Two more of your fellow gods, your companions, your friends, have met their end together. As you turn in for the night, and a new week dawns upon you, it's starting to be a bitter experience. Just how much of this will you be forced to take?

But all isn't just despair. The morning is brighter than the last. The storm clouds that previously plagued almost every day have dissipated, and this week brings plenty of sun and a friendlier breeze. Not to mention, another floor of this strange temple has revealed itself. Whatever lies within is your domain, not Typhon's. Keep it tight in your grasp, because you never know when you'll lose it.

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Quark's Bar

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[latinumsbetter]

Strong enough to move this thing, at least. [There's a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth]

If Alex and I could do it together, you should have no problem.

[markofnobility]

[He nods]

Let us go see this art.

[he must admit, even as sad as the reason is, he's curious]

[latinumsbetter]

[GREAT Quark will head over to Alex's room and let himself in, leaving the door open as he gestures to the sculpture in the corner.]

That's it, there. He didn't want anything happening to it, but didn't know what to do with it, so we put it here for now.

[markofnobility]

[It was absolutely not what he expected. This is supposed to be of Alex? He can see the human form in it, yes. But it is quite abstract.

...yet he can sense a kind of pain from it. Maybe he's projecting so soon after their friend's death.]

What a fascinating statue...

[latinumsbetter]

...he said it was supposed to be how he made her feel.

[markofnobility]

...

[ looking at the sculpture with that in mind he quickly finds his eyes watering.]

Ah. Damn it. Forgive me

[He rubs his face and gives a steadying sigh]

[latinumsbetter]

It's fine. We're not in a rush, here. [gruffly, and if he's blinking a bit too much himself, he's not about to say so.]

[markofnobility]

I am... not unused to seeing people die. People I knew better and just as gruesomely.

[ they all had the same look in their eyes as Alex did too. Regardless of if he was pumping magical healing into them or pushing them off his lance. 'Please, not like this']

But... it really was too unfair. It makes it all much worse to accept.

[latinumsbetter]

...yeah. Probably not a bad thing. It should be hard to accept.

[markofnobility]

[ he nods. He is not so naive to claim killing is always the wrong choice. He would be a massive hypocrite to try. But death should always be important in a way. Not easy.]

I... hm. I suppose it would be foolish to ask how you are managing. You were fond of him.

1/2

[latinumsbetter]

[How is he managing? That's a way of phrasing that question. For all intents and purposes, he's managing fine. Life goes on; it always does. The bar still needs to be opened this evening. There's plenty to do in preparation for that. Just because there'll one more face that he'll see out of the corner of his eye now and then, or maybe he'll stumble into something that inexplicably and painfully reminds him of someone, doesn't mean that he isn't managing.]

2/2

[latinumsbetter]

[he doesn't entirely shrug off the question, but it's a close thing.]

I'm managing. I'm not closing down the bar or anything.

[he doesn't quite look at Ferdinand, but he does incline his head]

You?

[markofnobility]

[he frowns- he's dense, but not that dense. He can recognize a blow off when he sees it. He sighs, audible and pointed, but says nothing]

I think... I am more angry than sad, at this point.

[He kneels to start lifting the sculpture (with his knees!)]

I should only need you to brace it.

[latinumsbetter]

[he doesn't flinch at that sigh, though his shoulders do go stiffer.]

Alright, I can do that.

[markofnobility]

One, two- hup!

[ and up it goes! It's industrial steel, so far from light. Ferd huffs and puffs a bit to get upright but once he is it's not too bad]

You will need to... handle the door!

[latinumsbetter]

I've got it, I've got it--[Quark will get the door for him easily enough before returning to spot him in case the statue should tilt, Fritz peering in and watching what it is they're doing, but definitely staying out of the way]

[markofnobility]

[ his legs having to be so braced means his walk out the door and towards the pavilion is pretty funny to watch. More a waddle than his usual noble stride. ]

I think... I deserve... a discount on my tab for this!

[latinumsbetter]

Oh please, as if you wouldn't do this even if you didn't have a significant deficit on your tab!

[though it IS funny to watch him waddle lmao. On the bright side, the pavillion isn't TOO far away, so he doesn't have to go far.]

[markofnobility]

[ he groans loudly as 'significant deficit' ]

My noble nature is being used against me!

[ not a long walk at least! They reach the statues and he puts the sculpture down next to Alex's with upmost care]

[latinumsbetter]

You're the one that decided not to charge for drinks. [absolutely no sympathy! But he'll hover as Ferdinand sets that down, tuging a folded cloth out of his jacket to give it a quick dusting once it's in place, before stepping back to look at it]

...there.

[markofnobility]

[ he steps back to observe the sculpture again, nodding to himself]

It is a bit clashing compared to the statues. But... that makes it all the more fitting, doesn't it?

[ a momunmemt not to the would-be god but the man. Messy, but well loved]

[latinumsbetter]

Yeah. Outside of worrying about what might happen to it, I think he'd like it there. [Quark is quiet for a moment just...looking. Because Ferdinand's right. It is fitting.

He suddenly feels very, very tired. And then, quietly.]

...someone's got to manage.

[neutrally, though there's a slight slump to his shoulders and a solemness to his expression that wasn't there before]

[markofnobility]

... it does not have to be you. I know we have... not always shown ourselves to be the best at it; but most of us ARE adults who can tend to themselves. You should take a few days.

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark snorts a bit at that, wryly]

Adults. Yeah, sure, by letter of the law. [There's a dry tone to his voice, though it doesn't quite cover an odd mix of bitterness and fondness in there. Quark quiets again, arms folding over his chest as he just...stares at that statue]

Y'know, my nephew's in Starfleet.

[markofnobility]

Oh? I am surprised- you did not seem fond of the Fleet.