[ he'd arrived in quite a situation, even before the toxic atmosphere. there was already fire and ash burning under his skin, causing craggy-like craters along his face and arms. if you assisted him, or watched him cough up fire, he was probably taken away once they were found by the scientists, to help recover.
a few days later, he's looking better, amongst the tense atmosphere of the station. the scars are visible; silver, waxy-looking burn scars that travel along his face and arm. settled into the dip of his collarbone is a oval-shaped ruby, reflecting the light.
he's trying to speak with the scientists as much as he can, ignoring the unsettled guards and other denizens. if you come across him being glared at, he offers a little shake of his head and a half smile that doesn't reach his eyes. ]
It's not the first time I've dealt with guards who don't trust me. How are you holding up?
▶ ALL THAT GLITTERS
[ this is, hilariously, not nyx's first immigration.
given the reception they had up on the station, the public display doesn't hold his interest. he passes over the displays of dancers and toys - the food gathers more attention, but imperative need overrides hunger for now - to start looking for the embassy. if he met your character up on the station, or recognizes them, he'll nudge them. ]
It's a pretty show, but we should get sorted out with the government here first.
[ he'll do this for anyone he recognizes, potentially gathering a small group of people to herd to the embassy.
he makes sure himself and others get settled in to speak to the officials; he speaks to the woman who shares his name. he makes sure the voucher for the phone and housing is assigned. he doesn't relax until he has said phone in his name, access to an app with an account with some kind of money to use in it. he remembers all the difficulties that happened when they came from galahd to insomnia, and he's pleased to see some of them addressed right away here. ]
▶ RAZZLE DAZZLE THEM
[ the catch is expected, but it settles differently in his stomach.
in insomnia, none of them had been conscripted into the kingsglaive. but with the populace reacting as it had, it had felt like they had no choice, even if he did it out of loyalty. here, the fact that they must be intimate with each other - and he knows they don't mean sex, but they'd certainly talked about how sex produced the most manna - feels a bit weird.
not quite like whoring himself out, but close enough that it's odd.
still, he knows better than to turn down a good option right now. he can't live in his kingsglaive uniform forever, tattered as it is. he manages to find something similar, at the very least.
he needs the comfort of a familiar pattern right now, in this bright city. considering insomnia was black marble, silver chrome and steel, and concrete, the design is throwing him just a little. it reminds him of home, a bit, in all the bright colors. it serves to make him a bit more homesick than he's been in a while.
which is why he's found a little out of the way shop selling meat on a stick. if he spots your character looking as out of place as he feels, or just hungry, he waves them over. ]
It's no good to eat alone. Wanna join me?
▶ WILDCARD
[ you're trying to smoke and nyx ulric lights a fire under your cigarette ]
[Nyx isn't the only one seeking the comfort of something familiar, right now. Since the moment he'd found himself here, his presence in this...whatever it is has been just one anxiety-inducing incident after another, featuring stressors both great and small. Some were as insignificant as the damned communal shower on the station, when he would've preferred the privacy of a quiet bath but it was either swallow down the mortification or not get clean. Others were quite literally ground-shaking; he still doesn't know why he'd been subjected to repeated earthquakes from the moment he'd set foot on the surface of the crater, but if there's one thing it had established with complete certainty, it's that his paralyzing fear of earthquakes is still as fresh and as raw as ever.
So he's just. Stressed out, and jittery, and everything feels bad because nothing is familiar or comfortable, and he's stuck wearing clothes that are new and in a color that's unfamiliar (dark, rich chocolates and greens, instead of his usual burgundy), and he's restless and wrung-out and it feels like if he doesn't get some of this tension out of him, he's going to shake himself apart before long.
Oddly, the bustling evening street brings him some small comfort. It's twilight out by now, and the dim lighting helps blanket over the bustle of the crowds, making the atmosphere feel quieter and more anonymous even though it's still full of life. The smells in the air remind him of summers in Germany when he was old enough to be on his own, when he would escape into a similar anonymity and just be no one for a little while.
It's a good night for being impulsive. For just doing something to get the tremors out of his body and back into the ground where they belong.
And then, like an answer to his idle wish, a man's voice calls out to him, and it takes him a second before he realizes he's the one being addressed in the first place.]
...Me?
[He almost declines, just on impulse. But then, a different thought nags at him. The notion that right now, no one knows him; he has no reputation, no image to protect, no standard to be measured against or bound by. This night is a transient thing, one that will fade away into obscurity with the rise of tomorrow's sun.
So, why not? What does it matter? The answer is, it doesn't.]
...Yes. I would, actually.
[So, then: why not be a little crazy? He walks over, extending his hand with a brazen thrill of confidence born totally of simply being completely out of fucks to give right now.]
Miles. And you are?
excellente (i forgot about miles' earthquake trauma so i'm just. clutches chest)
[ the guy he called out to certainly looks out of place. while he can't guess at the depth or complexity of the emotions miles is going through, he hasn't gotten this far in life without being able to read people. and he can certainly tell this man feels as out of place as he does, that he wears the city and the clothes with the uncomfortable air that nyx remembers from his first few months in insomnia.
should the man rebuff him, it's not a loss. but his smile grows wider when he accepts the offer, coming over and offering his hand. nyx takes it, shaking it with a firm grip; miles will probably be able to tell this man doesn't generally handle desk work, with the callouses on his hands. ]
Nyx Ulric. Just Nyx is fine, though.
[ he lets go of his hand, waving to the shop that's more a trailer. ]
Managed to find what looks like a little piece of home here. My treat, no strings?
[ he is. genuinely not expecting anything other than company for food, and he desperately hopes that's being communicated. ]
[Under ordinary circumstances, he might've been more reluctant about getting into this type of meeting with some random stranger. It's clear from his grip that the man doesn't spend his life in an office, and any apprehensions about that on Edgeworth's part would stem less from any sort of prejudice against manual labor and more simply from the fact that he barely even knows how to make small talk with other professionals, much less someone with whom he doesn't even have that in common.
But tonight, he doesn't care. He's throwing caution to the wind, and damn it all if he makes a bad impression. This world has already made a bad impression on him; he's entitled to pay it forward and take it out on someone else, if he wants.
Nyx, he reminds himself, making note of the name and only barely managing to keep his thoughts away from how similar it sounds to Nick, but no, that's another issue for another time.
Besides, the food stand Nyx is waving him toward is giving off a rich and spicy aroma, and out of nowhere he finds himself hit with a blast abrupt, welcomed nostalgia.]
My home as well. I spent a fair number of summers buying skewers from street vendors.
[Ah, summers in Germany. That's a good thought to fixate on. Those nights were escapes, too, so it's easy to latch on to the familiar feeling. Forget the stressors he'll have to return to when it's all through; he remembers, distantly, what it feels like to live in the moment on nights like those.]
[Must be nice to have someone around you know well enough to live with. The only people he's discovered that he has any connection to were only peripheral acquaintances, or already had plans to live with someone else. So it'd be harder for this stranger to find an empty unit than it would be for him to find one that was only half occupied.]
If you don't mind that I graced the porcelain goddess with my offering, then you can have this one. I'm sure there are a couple others with space if I look hard enough.
[Jackie folds his arms over his chest, leaning against a wall to regard Nyx for a moment. Didn't seem like a bad dude from first glance.]
[ he and libertus could make do sharing a room - they've done it before - but he'd like to give either of them a little space for themselves, too. at jackie's offer he blinks and gives a soft laugh. ]
If you want, but - this isn't my first time dealing with housing, and I know finding a place when it's just you is kind of a pain. I'm sure I can get the jump somewhere else rather than kick you out.
[ he's also not so discreetly looking at jackie in curiosity. the markings on his face and the augments aren't something he's seen back home. this guy doesn't look like a niff, though. ]
[Jackie appreciated that the guy didn't want to make him feel put out of a space that didn't belong to either of them, but he's survived the streets for years back home. This place was fancy in comparison. Finding somewhere else wouldn't be such a big deal.]
Can't really kick me out if I haven't even settled in. Besides, if the rest of the units look like this, they're all better than where I grew up. I'm not picky.
[Is he really going to argue about who gets to be the most selfless here? Probably. When he turns back to look at the other man directly he notices the staring.]
[ Synchronizing. Intimacy. Gladio thinks it's about sex, thinking surely they're just beating around the bush, perhaps saying it doesn't have to be because they're standing in the shadow of a 6'6" mountain of sex appeal, trying too hard not to show their interest. It's thanks to Gladio's overconfidence that he falls into old habits, and he can easily be seen around this unfamiliar place chatting up locals and newcomers alike in hot pursuit of seeing what all the fuss is about.
But when he sees a familiar face -- and no, they're already been through the whole holy-shit-you're-alive bit -- that he excuses himself from his latest flirtation and accepts the offer. ]
Don't mind if I do.
[ Crowding his way next to Nyx, his own gem is a glossy emerald that seems to grow into the depths of that diagonal scar that bisects his chest. Eating with someone like Nyx, local hero? Well, local enough back home... but add that and a skewer grilled to meaty perfection, count him sold. He turns only to wave and give a final wink at the target of his prior attention and waves a vague gesture to call him later before turning back to Nyx. ]
[ nyx quirks his lips a little when gladio makes the universal call me gesture at the person he was flirting with. his glaze flickers over gladio - yep, emerald still firmly in place - before he shakes his head. ]
You're not gonna get anywhere hitting up the locals. Apparently, it's dangerous for them to sleep with us.
[ he rolls his eyes, a little, when he says it. but he does believe them when they'd told him that; they couldn't produce manna like the gembonded could, so it used their life force instead. nyx wasn't about to accidentally hurt someone by trying to get his dick wet. ]
But yeah, friendly enough, now that they're suddenly on board with us being here.
[ Wherever he goes, no matter how different the setting, the culture, the language, the cuisine, one can always count on meat on a stick being a simple and reliable cheap meal.
After a long day of wandering here and there, taking in the sights that are still so alien in comparison with Liyue's golden warmth and Snezhnaya's stark cold, it tastes delicious. He strips a chunk of meat off the stick with his teeth, sighing through his nose as he relishes the flavor. What spice they use to season it, he doesn't know. It's warming and thoroughly satisfying.
Of course the thought of what to do next weighs heavily on the minds of all of those "Gembonded" like himself, he's sure. More than how to get back, how to thrive here in the meantime, and their informative hosts were very clear on the latter.
He never minded his father sending him into the military's keeping because it afforded him the opportunity to constantly test himself against an ever-increasing parade of powerful opponents. This is different. If playing along means he might become stronger yet, that's one thing. For now, he plays along for survival.
If Childe was someone more inclined to be troubled by the expectations of others, this might be motivations enough to join in a conversation with a stranger he suspects is one of the bonded like himself. This is purely his own gregarious nature, never content to be anything less than in the thick of the tale.
Making eye contact, he smiles lopsidedly around his bite and stool-scoots closer as he finishes swallowing. ]
Easy to pick out our own here, wouldn't you say?
[ Lowering his skewer, he winks. ]
You look like a man who might appreciate dispensing with boorish matters like titles. Call me Childe.
[ what a pair the two of them make: the man who feels he fails when it matters most and the one who's loyalty is called into question. nyx just glares at ravus, clearly annoyed but refusing to rise to throwing the first punch.
still, he scoffs at ravus' words. ]
Abandoned them? The King did pretty much everything he could to stop them. Doesn't mean he didn't lose, but it's not like he left you to rot.
[ nyx... can't know the intricacies of the tenebraen situation. he was a young man when it happened. all he has is galahad - where the king failed to stop the imperials, but did his best to protect those who were trying to escape.
he's heard similar talk from others, before, in the quarter. it's an argument he's not unfamiliar with. ]
A damn sight better than someone who turned on his own country to save his tail.
Oh, how the Lucians have rewritten their history. You know nothing of the fall of Tenebrae, boy.
[Better people than this have called Ravus a traitor, and Ravus has born it with a stoicism anchored in his true loyalty- to his blood. He could fight back against it, try to vindicate himself, but that would undermine his mission.
He squares his shoulders and lifts his chin.]
I have placed myself where I might best serve my people. Not all of us are content to wait and continue to cede ground to our enemies.
spoiler alert that blind loyalty is absolutely something nyx is gonna have to work on
[ the comment of boy gets a laugh from nyx - because he's sure he's older than him, so the dismissive tone only serves to make him shake his head. ]
No, but I know plenty about the fall of Galahd. And if the King fought for it as fiercely as he did for Tenebrae, I don't see how you can blame him.
[ thats... kind of a lie. he's seen it from his own people, of course; but he's mad now so it doesn't currently matter that these kind of things have nuance. ]
Oh, of course you're doing what's best for your people - which is playing house with your occupiers, clearly.
[ despite the words he's clearly teasing, a smile on his face as he looks over vincent. the guy certainly looks like he'd stick out even back home in insomnia. ]
It's been kind of a long day already, and it's not even over. Figured I could try some of the food before I passed out or something.
[His expression remains neutral but the way he tilts his head seems to imply that he realizes it was a silly question. Neither of them look at all like the locals.]
You should order then.
[He takes the seat across from the stranger but seems uninterested in the menu.]
[ family names are for those with family. and just like that beidou has ensured nyx is going to keep half an eye out on her now, though outwardly he doesn't show any reaction. ]
Nyx Ulric, then. [ he offers with a smile, and when she implies she lost her lunch on her clothes he finally chuckles. ]
Yeah? I guess I missed all the fun, what with being unconscious and all. [ he sighs. ] Whenever someone's sick, it always seems impressive how much they can throw up.
when ardbert speaks of them being his closest mates, there's a fond expression that crosses nyx's face. he doesn't know what he'd do if it weren't for libertus being one of the first people he saw when he woke up here.
but he listens to ardbert's explanation attentively, his eyebrows climbing up a little. it's not that he doesn't believe him - he's at least seen what he assumes is a mystel wandering around up on the station, cat-ears and all - but it's still a surprise. ]
I'll be honest, I don't think I've ever seen people like that before. No elves, mystel or galdjent where I'm from, outside of movies, but I'll keep an eye out for them. Bound to stick out like a sore thumb here.
[ unknowingly agreeing with ardbert; he's seen mostly humans here. ]
Good. In my experience they usually turn out to be great bags of dicks, and not worth the trouble.
[ and that sassy comment aside, when adam asks if he's heard anything new he shakes his head. ]
Nothing new. They're willing to talk my ear off about the gembonds and what that means for me and others, but once you start asking about anything else they just clam up or change the subject.
[Adam sometimes wondered if it'd been a good or bad thing that Glendower had been dead. What would he have been like if they'd found him alive? Would he have been like Gwenllian? Or would he have been worse?]
It's suspicious, like they're hiding something. [And he didn't like it. It was already bad enough that they were here in the first place. It was even worse to imagine there were things being kept from them because...what? It would upset them? It'd throw a wrench in whatever plans were in motion?] It'd be nice if they could share a way home.
[But that didn't seem like it was going to happen, so.]
They've told me a lot about gembonds and Manna, too. It all sounds [Exhausting.] a little overwhelming.
You're not wrong. Getting the equivalent of "oops, we really don't know" is pretty strange, because usually someone has a theory. They're definitely not sharing something, but I don't know if it's related to going home, or if its why we were brought here in the first place.
[ the pause as the young man talks about gembonds and manna has him tilting his head down a little sympathetically. ]
Well, thankfully it's not something we have to figure out right away. Name's Nyx, by the way.
[ maybe this guy has a bigger technology curve, sure, but there's plenty of things he hasn't seen here too, like the ships and the building up in space. that took a lot of staring at before he'd accept it, if he's honest.
the 'magical gestures' comment has him frowning for a moment before he figures it out. ]
Ah, it's one of these phones then. You have to touch here and wait for the screen to pop up.
[ hopefully the shopkeep didn't set a lock, but he demonstrates by doing so, waiting for the screen to go dark and offering it to thranduil to try instead. ]
[There's no need to unlock the phone, thankfully. That poor phone store employee that dealt with Thranduil had the foresight to realize that it would only be an obstacle to learning how to use the thing.
He steps in closer, invading Nyx's personal space to the point that they'd be shoulder to shoulder were Thranduil not quite so tall. He leans forward to get a better look at his phone, taking it back to mimic where Nyx had touched the screen. Thranduil is pressing down far harder than needed, but at least he manages to get to the home screen.]
And here there are ever more drawings. Which one of them keeps making that terrible noise?
[He definitely has a message, and that's why his phone is periodically beeping to remind him about it. It's another one about Synchrony, of course, just like everyone else has been getting.]
The drawings are called apps; might make that a little easier in case you ever have to ask for help again.
[ he's definitely jabbing at it hard, but nyx is going to let him get away with that for now. six, this dude is tall. he's probably taller than commander drautos, who was the tallest person nyx knew back home.
he points to the messaging app. ]
See the little dot next to that? It means you have a message - it's kind of like the digital version of getting a letter, though they tend to be shorter. I'm guessing it's another reminder about Synchrony, I've been gettin' 'em too.
[ nyx takes the opportunity to try to tell thranduil about notification sounds - at the very least, he offers to change the tone from it's current one to just a vibration. ]
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[ he'd arrived in quite a situation, even before the toxic atmosphere. there was already fire and ash burning under his skin, causing craggy-like craters along his face and arms. if you assisted him, or watched him cough up fire, he was probably taken away once they were found by the scientists, to help recover.
a few days later, he's looking better, amongst the tense atmosphere of the station. the scars are visible; silver, waxy-looking burn scars that travel along his face and arm. settled into the dip of his collarbone is a oval-shaped ruby, reflecting the light.
he's trying to speak with the scientists as much as he can, ignoring the unsettled guards and other denizens. if you come across him being glared at, he offers a little shake of his head and a half smile that doesn't reach his eyes. ]
It's not the first time I've dealt with guards who don't trust me. How are you holding up?
▶ ALL THAT GLITTERS
[ this is, hilariously, not nyx's first immigration.
given the reception they had up on the station, the public display doesn't hold his interest. he passes over the displays of dancers and toys - the food gathers more attention, but imperative need overrides hunger for now - to start looking for the embassy. if he met your character up on the station, or recognizes them, he'll nudge them. ]
It's a pretty show, but we should get sorted out with the government here first.
[ he'll do this for anyone he recognizes, potentially gathering a small group of people to herd to the embassy.
he makes sure himself and others get settled in to speak to the officials; he speaks to the woman who shares his name. he makes sure the voucher for the phone and housing is assigned. he doesn't relax until he has said phone in his name, access to an app with an account with some kind of money to use in it. he remembers all the difficulties that happened when they came from galahd to insomnia, and he's pleased to see some of them addressed right away here. ]
▶ RAZZLE DAZZLE THEM
[ the catch is expected, but it settles differently in his stomach.
in insomnia, none of them had been conscripted into the kingsglaive. but with the populace reacting as it had, it had felt like they had no choice, even if he did it out of loyalty. here, the fact that they must be intimate with each other - and he knows they don't mean sex, but they'd certainly talked about how sex produced the most manna - feels a bit weird.
not quite like whoring himself out, but close enough that it's odd.
still, he knows better than to turn down a good option right now. he can't live in his kingsglaive uniform forever, tattered as it is. he manages to find something similar, at the very least.
he needs the comfort of a familiar pattern right now, in this bright city. considering insomnia was black marble, silver chrome and steel, and concrete, the design is throwing him just a little. it reminds him of home, a bit, in all the bright colors. it serves to make him a bit more homesick than he's been in a while.
which is why he's found a little out of the way shop selling meat on a stick. if he spots your character looking as out of place as he feels, or just hungry, he waves them over. ]
It's no good to eat alone. Wanna join me?
▶ WILDCARD
[ you're trying to smoke and nyx ulric lights a fire under your cigarette ]RAZZLE DAZZLE
So he's just. Stressed out, and jittery, and everything feels bad because nothing is familiar or comfortable, and he's stuck wearing clothes that are new and in a color that's unfamiliar (dark, rich chocolates and greens, instead of his usual burgundy), and he's restless and wrung-out and it feels like if he doesn't get some of this tension out of him, he's going to shake himself apart before long.
Oddly, the bustling evening street brings him some small comfort. It's twilight out by now, and the dim lighting helps blanket over the bustle of the crowds, making the atmosphere feel quieter and more anonymous even though it's still full of life. The smells in the air remind him of summers in Germany when he was old enough to be on his own, when he would escape into a similar anonymity and just be no one for a little while.
It's a good night for being impulsive. For just doing something to get the tremors out of his body and back into the ground where they belong.
And then, like an answer to his idle wish, a man's voice calls out to him, and it takes him a second before he realizes he's the one being addressed in the first place.]
...Me?
[He almost declines, just on impulse. But then, a different thought nags at him. The notion that right now, no one knows him; he has no reputation, no image to protect, no standard to be measured against or bound by. This night is a transient thing, one that will fade away into obscurity with the rise of tomorrow's sun.
So, why not? What does it matter? The answer is, it doesn't.]
...Yes. I would, actually.
[So, then: why not be a little crazy? He walks over, extending his hand with a brazen thrill of confidence born totally of simply being completely out of fucks to give right now.]
Miles. And you are?
excellente (i forgot about miles' earthquake trauma so i'm just. clutches chest)
should the man rebuff him, it's not a loss. but his smile grows wider when he accepts the offer, coming over and offering his hand. nyx takes it, shaking it with a firm grip; miles will probably be able to tell this man doesn't generally handle desk work, with the callouses on his hands. ]
Nyx Ulric. Just Nyx is fine, though.
[ he lets go of his hand, waving to the shop that's more a trailer. ]
Managed to find what looks like a little piece of home here. My treat, no strings?
[ he is. genuinely not expecting anything other than company for food, and he desperately hopes that's being communicated. ]
i know, i'm a monster :)
But tonight, he doesn't care. He's throwing caution to the wind, and damn it all if he makes a bad impression. This world has already made a bad impression on him; he's entitled to pay it forward and take it out on someone else, if he wants.
Nyx, he reminds himself, making note of the name and only barely managing to keep his thoughts away from how similar it sounds to Nick, but no, that's another issue for another time.
Besides, the food stand Nyx is waving him toward is giving off a rich and spicy aroma, and out of nowhere he finds himself hit with a blast abrupt, welcomed nostalgia.]
My home as well. I spent a fair number of summers buying skewers from street vendors.
[Ah, summers in Germany. That's a good thought to fixate on. Those nights were escapes, too, so it's easy to latch on to the familiar feeling. Forget the stressors he'll have to return to when it's all through; he remembers, distantly, what it feels like to live in the moment on nights like those.]
"Ulrich". You're German?
hey if you're a monster i'm one too lol
big ol' monster party here aww yeah
at least this one won't gobsmack miles with being a prince/king/marshal
no but this one is cute so /scalehands
:3c
I'M JUST SAYING
me leaning in like are you throwing caution to the wind and gonna have a hook up mr edgeworth
I MEAN no matter what he's probably gonna try for a smooch so WE'LL SEE
same, playing it by ear
:3c
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hey i adore this peek into miles psyche 💕
he is a good boy and i love him 💕
best boy 😭
your nyx is wonderful too i must say
you are too kind! i'm having tons of fun with him
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[Must be nice to have someone around you know well enough to live with. The only people he's discovered that he has any connection to were only peripheral acquaintances, or already had plans to live with someone else. So it'd be harder for this stranger to find an empty unit than it would be for him to find one that was only half occupied.]
If you don't mind that I graced the porcelain goddess with my offering, then you can have this one. I'm sure there are a couple others with space if I look hard enough.
[Jackie folds his arms over his chest, leaning against a wall to regard Nyx for a moment. Didn't seem like a bad dude from first glance.]
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[ he and libertus could make do sharing a room - they've done it before - but he'd like to give either of them a little space for themselves, too. at jackie's offer he blinks and gives a soft laugh. ]
If you want, but - this isn't my first time dealing with housing, and I know finding a place when it's just you is kind of a pain. I'm sure I can get the jump somewhere else rather than kick you out.
[ he's also not so discreetly looking at jackie in curiosity. the markings on his face and the augments aren't something he's seen back home. this guy doesn't look like a niff, though. ]
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Can't really kick me out if I haven't even settled in. Besides, if the rest of the units look like this, they're all better than where I grew up. I'm not picky.
[Is he really going to argue about who gets to be the most selfless here? Probably. When he turns back to look at the other man directly he notices the staring.]
See something you like?
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razzle dazzle them
But when he sees a familiar face -- and no, they're already been through the whole holy-shit-you're-alive bit -- that he excuses himself from his latest flirtation and accepts the offer. ]
Don't mind if I do.
[ Crowding his way next to Nyx, his own gem is a glossy emerald that seems to grow into the depths of that diagonal scar that bisects his chest. Eating with someone like Nyx, local hero? Well, local enough back home... but add that and a skewer grilled to meaty perfection, count him sold. He turns only to wave and give a final wink at the target of his prior attention and waves a vague gesture to call him later before turning back to Nyx. ]
Friendly people.
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You're not gonna get anywhere hitting up the locals. Apparently, it's dangerous for them to sleep with us.
[ he rolls his eyes, a little, when he says it. but he does believe them when they'd told him that; they couldn't produce manna like the gembonded could, so it used their life force instead. nyx wasn't about to accidentally hurt someone by trying to get his dick wet. ]
But yeah, friendly enough, now that they're suddenly on board with us being here.
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RAZZLE DAZZLE THEM
After a long day of wandering here and there, taking in the sights that are still so alien in comparison with Liyue's golden warmth and Snezhnaya's stark cold, it tastes delicious. He strips a chunk of meat off the stick with his teeth, sighing through his nose as he relishes the flavor. What spice they use to season it, he doesn't know. It's warming and thoroughly satisfying.
Of course the thought of what to do next weighs heavily on the minds of all of those "Gembonded" like himself, he's sure. More than how to get back, how to thrive here in the meantime, and their informative hosts were very clear on the latter.
He never minded his father sending him into the military's keeping because it afforded him the opportunity to constantly test himself against an ever-increasing parade of powerful opponents. This is different. If playing along means he might become stronger yet, that's one thing. For now, he plays along for survival.
If Childe was someone more inclined to be troubled by the expectations of others, this might be motivations enough to join in a conversation with a stranger he suspects is one of the bonded like himself. This is purely his own gregarious nature, never content to be anything less than in the thick of the tale.
Making eye contact, he smiles lopsidedly around his bite and stool-scoots closer as he finishes swallowing. ]
Easy to pick out our own here, wouldn't you say?
[ Lowering his skewer, he winks. ]
You look like a man who might appreciate dispensing with boorish matters like titles. Call me Childe.
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still, he scoffs at ravus' words. ]
Abandoned them? The King did pretty much everything he could to stop them. Doesn't mean he didn't lose, but it's not like he left you to rot.
[ nyx... can't know the intricacies of the tenebraen situation. he was a young man when it happened. all he has is galahad - where the king failed to stop the imperials, but did his best to protect those who were trying to escape.
he's heard similar talk from others, before, in the quarter. it's an argument he's not unfamiliar with. ]
A damn sight better than someone who turned on his own country to save his tail.
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[Better people than this have called Ravus a traitor, and Ravus has born it with a stoicism anchored in his true loyalty- to his blood. He could fight back against it, try to vindicate himself, but that would undermine his mission.
He squares his shoulders and lifts his chin.]
I have placed myself where I might best serve my people. Not all of us are content to wait and continue to cede ground to our enemies.
spoiler alert that blind loyalty is absolutely something nyx is gonna have to work on
No, but I know plenty about the fall of Galahd. And if the King fought for it as fiercely as he did for Tenebrae, I don't see how you can blame him.
[ thats... kind of a lie. he's seen it from his own people, of course; but he's mad now so it doesn't currently matter that these kind of things have nuance. ]
Oh, of course you're doing what's best for your people - which is playing house with your occupiers, clearly.
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HITTING IS GOOD ALSO
sorry for this poorly adjusted man
do not apologize, i am delighted (also we knew they wouldn't get along to start LOL)
FFXV spoilers
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fingers crossed the luna apps 🤞
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https://glimglams.dreamwidth.org/1078.html?thread=1556022#cmt1556022
[ despite the words he's clearly teasing, a smile on his face as he looks over vincent. the guy certainly looks like he'd stick out even back home in insomnia. ]
It's been kind of a long day already, and it's not even over. Figured I could try some of the food before I passed out or something.
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You should order then.
[He takes the seat across from the stranger but seems uninterested in the menu.]
Trouble at the embassy? Housing?
https://glimglams.dreamwidth.org/1078.html?thread=1167158#cmt1167158
Nyx Ulric, then. [ he offers with a smile, and when she implies she lost her lunch on her clothes he finally chuckles. ]
Yeah? I guess I missed all the fun, what with being unconscious and all. [ he sighs. ] Whenever someone's sick, it always seems impressive how much they can throw up.
https://glimglams.dreamwidth.org/1078.html?thread=1039158#cmt1039158
when ardbert speaks of them being his closest mates, there's a fond expression that crosses nyx's face. he doesn't know what he'd do if it weren't for libertus being one of the first people he saw when he woke up here.
but he listens to ardbert's explanation attentively, his eyebrows climbing up a little. it's not that he doesn't believe him - he's at least seen what he assumes is a mystel wandering around up on the station, cat-ears and all - but it's still a surprise. ]
I'll be honest, I don't think I've ever seen people like that before. No elves, mystel or galdjent where I'm from, outside of movies, but I'll keep an eye out for them. Bound to stick out like a sore thumb here.
[ unknowingly agreeing with ardbert; he's seen mostly humans here. ]
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No? Only humes, then? [ What a bizarre-sounding world. ] If it's like this place, then aye, I reckon they'd stand out quite a lot.
[ He's got no clue what a "movie" is but he's just gonna roll with it. ]
I appreciate the consideration, all the same.
https://glimglams.dreamwidth.org/1078.html?thread=1643830#cmt1643830
[ and that sassy comment aside, when adam asks if he's heard anything new he shakes his head. ]
Nothing new. They're willing to talk my ear off about the gembonds and what that means for me and others, but once you start asking about anything else they just clam up or change the subject.
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It's suspicious, like they're hiding something. [And he didn't like it. It was already bad enough that they were here in the first place. It was even worse to imagine there were things being kept from them because...what? It would upset them? It'd throw a wrench in whatever plans were in motion?] It'd be nice if they could share a way home.
[But that didn't seem like it was going to happen, so.]
They've told me a lot about gembonds and Manna, too. It all sounds [Exhausting.] a little overwhelming.
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[ the pause as the young man talks about gembonds and manna has him tilting his head down a little sympathetically. ]
Well, thankfully it's not something we have to figure out right away. Name's Nyx, by the way.
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[ maybe this guy has a bigger technology curve, sure, but there's plenty of things he hasn't seen here too, like the ships and the building up in space. that took a lot of staring at before he'd accept it, if he's honest.
the 'magical gestures' comment has him frowning for a moment before he figures it out. ]
Ah, it's one of these phones then. You have to touch here and wait for the screen to pop up.
[ hopefully the shopkeep didn't set a lock, but he demonstrates by doing so, waiting for the screen to go dark and offering it to thranduil to try instead. ]
np!!
He steps in closer, invading Nyx's personal space to the point that they'd be shoulder to shoulder were Thranduil not quite so tall. He leans forward to get a better look at his phone, taking it back to mimic where Nyx had touched the screen. Thranduil is pressing down far harder than needed, but at least he manages to get to the home screen.]
And here there are ever more drawings. Which one of them keeps making that terrible noise?
[He definitely has a message, and that's why his phone is periodically beeping to remind him about it. It's another one about Synchrony, of course, just like everyone else has been getting.]
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[ he's definitely jabbing at it hard, but nyx is going to let him get away with that for now. six, this dude is tall. he's probably taller than commander drautos, who was the tallest person nyx knew back home.
he points to the messaging app. ]
See the little dot next to that? It means you have a message - it's kind of like the digital version of getting a letter, though they tend to be shorter. I'm guessing it's another reminder about Synchrony, I've been gettin' 'em too.
[ nyx takes the opportunity to try to tell thranduil about notification sounds - at the very least, he offers to change the tone from it's current one to just a vibration. ]
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