Who: Alucard and [open] When: Early February Where: Cadens, Libertas, the Horizon What: Some closed threads, a newly opened park in Libertas, the Horizon, and odds and ends Warnings: None
Isn't breakfast cake any sort of baked good one can have in the morning? What is a muffin if not just a breakfast cupcake?
[Alucard is content just to be a head floating above water at the moment, his hair spreading out across the surface of the water.]
Have you cleaned it? At all? I'm asking as someone who let their immediate living space fall into total ruin and realized what a terrible idea that was.
I mean, you know I'm all for any kind of dessert, but muffins and shit are a bit different, you know? Less decadent somehow.
[No less delicious, but there's something about the idea of luxuriously eating a fancy cake for breakfast that has caught at her imagination now. Something packed with protein is generally her order of the day, but hey, occasional breakfast cake can't hurt.
She vaguely considers pretending she didn't hear his question, but in the end she settles for making a rude noise with her tongue and a jerking thumbs-down gesture with her hand. Water drips from her as she raises it above the water, only for it to slide back beneath the heat again once her point has been made.]
Constructs are for cleaning. Last I checked, I wasn't a fucking skeleton.
[She says, knowing that he knows full-well she's quite incapable of making constructs without a necromancer to hand.]
[He's going to just have to figure out how to make the fanciest muffin now. No biggie, and actually a nice challenge.
Alucard's totally mature response to the gesture is to kick his feet under the water just a little - enough to make some small waves. This is a night for indulgence of all sorts, and permission to act like a shitty twenty something. Which he is, at the end of the day.]
Gideon, I hate to tell you this, but there's a skeleton inside of you right now, making you part skeleton.
[With Alucard's small waves still splashing up around her face, she abruptly widens her eyes, mouth a perfect - if dramatic - 'o' of feigned horror. Her hand flies to her chest and she turns to look at her friend with a decent simulation of desperation.]
What?? No!! Quick, get it out, get it out of me!!
[Her pretence breaks apart at the end however, the exclaimed 'me' crumbling into laughter. Give her slightly tipsy ass just a moment to laugh at her own 'wit'.]
Seriously though, I dunno. There just hasn't seemed like much point, you know? Not with just me there. It'll just get messed up again like, three minutes later.
[He says it with a laugh, because like hell if Alucard is sure he's using the word correctly. All he knows is that Gideon is laughing, this entire thing is ridiculous, and it is absolutely perfect.]
It isn't about things getting messed up again. It is more...a state of mind. Squalor begets bad thoughts, in my experience. Or contributes to them. Either way, it's bad.
[Definitely not the right way to be using the term construct, Al, but this only helps to fuel her laughter. Look, it is funny when Gideon Nav becomes the most knowledgeable person about Ninth House necromancy in the room.
She settles though, still smiling even as she defends her right to a squalid existence.]
I like to think of it as bohemian disarray. You know, it's like, arty. Decadent.
[Except it very much isn't. The rooms are dark and close and messy, and whenever she spends any length of time there the corners flicker with the ghost of her necromancer, memories of where Harrow had sat, or stood, or Ninth House loomed (as best as one can at such a diminutive hight). Maybe Alucard has a point.]
[She exclaims, as the water splashes suddenly around her face, and if he's going to go poking his toes at her she'll gladly take the moment to pull away from the state of her living quarters. Instead, she'll make a swift and sudden grab for his proffered toes, try dragging him beneath the water by his feet.]
[Perhaps there's a moment when she starts to feel concern-- he's been under a long time, longer than she'd intended - but then he's popping up right beside her with a dickish grin. She, for her sins, splashes him right in the face.]
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[Alucard is content just to be a head floating above water at the moment, his hair spreading out across the surface of the water.]
Have you cleaned it? At all? I'm asking as someone who let their immediate living space fall into total ruin and realized what a terrible idea that was.
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[No less delicious, but there's something about the idea of luxuriously eating a fancy cake for breakfast that has caught at her imagination now. Something packed with protein is generally her order of the day, but hey, occasional breakfast cake can't hurt.
She vaguely considers pretending she didn't hear his question, but in the end she settles for making a rude noise with her tongue and a jerking thumbs-down gesture with her hand. Water drips from her as she raises it above the water, only for it to slide back beneath the heat again once her point has been made.]
Constructs are for cleaning. Last I checked, I wasn't a fucking skeleton.
[She says, knowing that he knows full-well she's quite incapable of making constructs without a necromancer to hand.]
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[He's going to just have to figure out how to make the fanciest muffin now. No biggie, and actually a nice challenge.
Alucard's totally mature response to the gesture is to kick his feet under the water just a little - enough to make some small waves. This is a night for indulgence of all sorts, and permission to act like a shitty twenty something. Which he is, at the end of the day.]
Gideon, I hate to tell you this, but there's a skeleton inside of you right now, making you part skeleton.
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What?? No!! Quick, get it out, get it out of me!!
[Her pretence breaks apart at the end however, the exclaimed 'me' crumbling into laughter. Give her slightly tipsy ass just a moment to laugh at her own 'wit'.]
Seriously though, I dunno. There just hasn't seemed like much point, you know? Not with just me there. It'll just get messed up again like, three minutes later.
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[He says it with a laugh, because like hell if Alucard is sure he's using the word correctly. All he knows is that Gideon is laughing, this entire thing is ridiculous, and it is absolutely perfect.]
It isn't about things getting messed up again. It is more...a state of mind. Squalor begets bad thoughts, in my experience. Or contributes to them. Either way, it's bad.
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She settles though, still smiling even as she defends her right to a squalid existence.]
I like to think of it as bohemian disarray. You know, it's like, arty. Decadent.
[Except it very much isn't. The rooms are dark and close and messy, and whenever she spends any length of time there the corners flicker with the ghost of her necromancer, memories of where Harrow had sat, or stood, or Ninth House loomed (as best as one can at such a diminutive hight). Maybe Alucard has a point.]
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[He isn't buying it for a moment, and there's another wave of water shoved at her.]
I'll just say it takes one to know when someone else is in a bad state and leave it there.
[With that, the argument finishes with....Alucard poking his toes out of the water and giving them a little wiggle next to Gideon's shoulders.]
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[She exclaims, as the water splashes suddenly around her face, and if he's going to go poking his toes at her she'll gladly take the moment to pull away from the state of her living quarters. Instead, she'll make a swift and sudden grab for his proffered toes, try dragging him beneath the water by his feet.]
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hahwith an extra flail of the arms before dunking himself below utterly.And staying.
And staying.
Until he pops up next to Gideon, just to be a dick.]
Yes?
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Asswipe.
[But there's the ring of amusement in her voice.]
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[Alucard grins, elbowing his friend gently.]
And you laughed, so I know I'm not genuinely in trouble.