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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[markofnobility]

You ran away without a word.

[Well more like jogged but still]

[stringup]

I'm not going to kill anyone.

[ Because that's what Ferdinand (or like, most anyone, really) is worried about, clearly. ]

[markofnobility]

That's good. But that is not why I am here.

[stringup]

What is it, then?

[ Like, is it going to be a third, more terrible thing? ]

[markofnobility]

Whatever secret shame he might have, clearly it has upset you.

[stringup]

[ She bites on her lower lip for a moment. ]

...I don't want anyone to see any of it.

[markofnobility]

If you did it would not be much of a threat.

[He feels a bit bad that he can't think of what Typhon would even expose of him. Not that he's lacking in shame- but most of it has already been long bared to the open air and eyes of his peers. And he has no regrets in what led him there anymore]

Is... there anything I can do, to ease your worries?

[stringup]

I...

[ Is there anything anyone can do, actually? Velvet doesn't know how to ease her own worries to begin with. She wants to hide in her room so no one can see her try to ride out her anxiety and the sense of impending doom.

Instead, she finds herself saying, ]

Can you just...stay for a while?

[markofnobility]

... of course.

[He smiles slightly, it not reaching his eyes at all. He looks to the door still slightly between them, head tilting. He won't enter a lady's room without permission]

[stringup]

[ Oh. Right. Velvet opens the door a little more and steps aside to let Ferdinand in.

Her room is no where nearly a cluttered as his, but stuff has nonetheless accumulated in the shelves and end table thanks to the cornucopia. In one corner of the room there's even a stack of wood she'd collected from the forest. ]

Uh. Have a seat?

[ Velvet, the bed's the only place to sit besides the floor. ]

1/2

[markofnobility]

[Ooooh what would his mother think???]

[markofnobility]

[He sits on the floor]

[stringup]

[ Somehow this is even more awkward than she imagined??? ]

You...don't have to sit on the floor...

[markofnobility]

It is improper to sit on a lady's bed.

[he's blushing regardless tho]

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It's also improper to let a guest sit on the floor without a cushion.

[ Velvet maybe you should have thought of that earlier??? ]

[markofnobility]

[He stares back like he's considering arguing.

But in the end he is here for her sake- not his own honor. So with a sigh he stands and goes to sit at the bed's foot]

[stringup]

[ Yeah, the staring suddenly made Velvet realise that maybe she just made this all more awkward, but she relaxes slightly once Ferdinand sits on the bed.

...Then, starts internally sweating because now it sinks in that oh shit, oh fuck, she had a visitor in her room, and he's also sitting on her bed (that is thankfully big enough that they can both sit without it being a tight squeeze, but that's just a small mercy) while she had no idea how to make conversation. Shit. Fuck! ]

Um...

[markofnobility]

You do not have to explain, if you don't want.

[He smiles again, trying to be bright. A beacon away from the grim thoughts that Typhon tossed onto all of them.]

We can just... relax here.

[stringup]

[ Except Velvet knows she probably should, at least a little, in light of that conversation Quark had with her a couple of days ago. She just doesn't know how to even broach the topic when she's literally never told anyone before. ]

I, uhm... thank you, still. [ For entertaining that somewhat impulsive request of hers. ] You really didn't have to.

[markofnobility]

I know. But I want to! I would be too worried to do anything else otherwise.

[stringup]

[ The fact she has at least one person worrying over her gives Velvet mixed feelings, but she will put that aside for the moment. ]

Well...there is something I ought to tell you, anyway.

[markofnobility]

Oh?

[He tries to shove down the anxiety of what he might hear. It can't be good with how scared she seems to be about it.

Assuming it's the motive, anyway. He shifts around a bit, trying not to let his mind wander]

[stringup]

You remember the, uh, whole tears of blood thing that happened a couple of weeks back?

[markofnobility]

I do. You saved me from those soldiers.

[because of course that's what he remembers]

[stringup]

[ Of course that's what he remembers, ugh. ]

That...wasn't because of whatever power I had before here. Not quite, anyway.