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sticksandbones2023-07-10 09:07 pm
simplicitas) wrote in sticksandbones2023-07-10 09:07 pm
[OPEN] baby wake up i found the plot
Who: Elsword & You
What: A curated selection of our finest bullshit including: making a grave for a child, sharing the Plot, repairing his armour, and... fishing!
When: Backdated to mid-June
Where: Outside :)
Warnings: There will be mentions of a dead child, but otherwise not too grim. Other warnings TBD/in tag headers.
i. this is the plot-relevant prompt
cw: electrocution mention
ii. in memoriam
cw: mentions of a dead child
iii. i didn't go to blacksmithing school
iv. feesh
What: A curated selection of our finest bullshit including: making a grave for a child, sharing the Plot, repairing his armour, and... fishing!
When: Backdated to mid-June
Where: Outside :)
Warnings: There will be mentions of a dead child, but otherwise not too grim. Other warnings TBD/in tag headers.
i. this is the plot-relevant prompt
cw: electrocution mention
[Elsword is feeling a bit better after getting electrocuted within an inch of his life the other day, finally able to move about and do things again. The first thing he does isn't something ostensibly normal, though — the boy never is. Rather, he's coming up to you with a framed photograph, large and featuring a group of many people. One of the people in it looks like you from the past, however you were — younger, in a different form, whichever it may be — and Elsword taps a claw against the frame as he hands it off to you.]
Did we... Did I know you when I was a kid? And I... forgot about it?
[It's difficult to see, but the little redheaded boy in the photograph — no older than thirteen — bears a striking resemblance to the boy in front of you now. If you squint, anyway.]
ii. in memoriam
cw: mentions of a dead child
[Just outside the manor — well, actually, about ten feet away from it, but still — Elsword is holding a large piece of stone in his lap, sitting down in the grass and dragging the clawed finger of his gauntlet against the rock face. If you look closely or approach, you might catch the soft, golden glow of magic, as he tries to carve something into it.
Your footsteps alert him, but all he does is swivel his head around briefly to look at you and nod, before setting back to what he's doing. He's got a few flowers next to him as well, and Leon is curled up at his side, slow-blinking at you with his head against his giant paws.]
iii. i didn't go to blacksmithing school
[It's late into the evening, a bit past dinnertime, when Elsword finally doffs his armour and sits outside the inn hammering away at it. When he went into the mansion, it got messed up by a giant wolf attacking, see, and the consequence he suffered upon leaving it made it worse. He hasn't had time until now to actually sit down and try to repair it, and boy...
...boy, he gets why this is a Profession and not just Something Anyone Can Do.
Dinged-up, broken armour isn't good for combat. It gets weaker every blow until it fractures, and by that point, you're likely to get pieces of metal embedded in you when it fully breaks, depending on luck. He's like... pretty sure that's how it works, anyway. But man... man, every hammer strike seems to make it worse, and there's not a proper forge to fix things in.]
Do you know how to fix armour?
[Maybe he should just give up and go without.]
iv. feesh
[He's feeling a little out of sorts for the rest of the week, no idea why other than "emotions are starting to bubble up to the surface" and "had a generally bad time with the mansion"... so to take the edge off, Elsword can be found doing what Elrians do best.
Fishing.
He's silently sitting by the riverbank on a log, wearing a hat that reads "THE EL WANTS ME, FISH FEAR ME", and catching just... myriads of fish. So many fish for to munch. They're piling up on the bank fairly quickly.
Please feel free to just rob him he won't miss any of these.]
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sorry, elsword, she sees where you're pointing, but shes a bit hung up on someone else. felicity stares, eyes wide, before she frowns and gently taps a pair in the photograph- the black haired man holding a little girl with pink hair. )
That- that's me and my brother... But... that should be impossible. And I don't remember this at all.
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[But, well, if the last time Elsword saw said brother was when he was thirteen and still a redhead... yeah, that would make sense. Elsword doesn't remember a lot of people.
At the same time, the guy hasn't been here recently, and that... bodes ill.]
...this kid here is... [he's. pointing at Add, but the name Add is not rising to his lips. Fuck, fuck, not yet, not now. It's too soon.] ...I know him. But I haven't seen him in a while. Is your brother the same, maybe?
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( but before she can get lost in the details, elsword speaks again and- ...no... frowning, she gently touches his shoulder. )
Add. It's Add.
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...and sorry, about your brother.
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( that's a whole-ass story there that she's not elaborating on. once he's affirmed that it's add, felicity moves to practically perch behind him standing on a rock, her chin over his head. )
Did you find this in the manor? It's... weird, that we all seem to be here. Yor's there too- and some of the others...
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[He frowns, and not in the usual way he frowns, where it's a byproduct of the no-emotions thing. This is different.]
...a lot in there.
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... Tell me about it. We both got electrocuted for it, after all. Might as well go all the way in our crimes.
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[He might as well start with the hard part.]
Three of them. One of them is... I...
[Sorry, he needs a moment. Elsword runs a hand through his hair, messing it up and digging his claws into his scalp. There's a weight on his chest that he can't get rid of no matter how hard he tries.]
...she was dead before I could get to her.
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I'm sorry.
( it feels pitiable to say only that, but its all she can say right now. felicity is quiet, before sighing. )
... They can't stay there. But- I don't think we can do that again... there's got to be a way back in. Or... maybe we can get them to let us in...?
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I don't think they'll let us in anytime soon.
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... Why did they need you to leave, though...?
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