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[OPEN] I don't like to think ahead

Who: Gideon and YOU!
When: April
Where: Cadens & Horizon
What: Post-event catch-all for April!
Warnings: TBD, I'll update as needed, but probably some trauma related to recent in-game events

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His house didn't cost money. His new Solvunn friends must like him so much.

"Nanaue."

So many people ask his name now. After a second he lifts himself out of the bath - she might be relieved to find that his lower body is covered by golf shorts - or maybe she's disappointed that he doesn't have a tail. Either way, he's getting out of the bath.

"Lame?" He glances over at the bath he just removed himself from. He likes the bath. Maybe when he makes his own special magic place he'll add one to it too. Or will people think it is lame?

So he's got a name. Cool, cool. All of this is going very well. She even manages not to scoot back when he emerges from the bath, only watches him with ever-deepening curiosity. It's rude to stare, so she tries her very best not to...but there's a half-fish, half-dude standing in her special magic place and now the initial shock has passed it actually seems pretty cool. Maybe he's a mermaid? Merman? Aren't they half-fish, half-person? Sooooo many questions.

"Huh," she says though, when he poses his own question. Considers it like he's just said something far more profound, "I guess you've got a point. The bath is pretty damn sweet, but I kinda added that in later. The rest needs a bit of work maybe but like, I didn't have much to go on when I first got here, you know? I can show you around though, if you want."

There's a pause as she eyes his buff as fuck arms, the unusual webbed hands. He's not quite built for it overall, but she's gotta ask-- "Do you like swords?"

Do you like swords? gets a blank look. For what may be very obvious reasons, he's never had to use a weapon in his entire life, so he doesn't really know how to answer that.

But -

"You show?"

He does want a tour of her magic special place, swords included. As he approaches she might notice all the little nicks and scars across his thick skin.

Hmmmm, that looks like a nope to her. There's a kind of sense in that, she supposes. Something she decides to voice aloud as he draws closer, her eyes sliding sidelong over his unusual form.

"You probably don't need weapons huh, what with all those teeth?" she gestures for him to follow her and leads them out of the bathing room into the far more utilitarian hallway beyond. It looks as one might expect a military base on some far-flung, desolate planet to look; stark, a little rough-hewn. Kinda creepy.

"Cool scars, by the way," because of course she notices something like that-- gnarly battle injuries always incite her jealousy. She has a a fair few herself, though few of her stories are as badass as she'd like them to be. "Are you like, some kind of warrior, where you're from?"

She ought to give him a moment to process one question at a time, she's sure. But look, he's intriguing, don't judge.

Nanaue has no expectations about what a military base on another planet might look like, so he is very intrigued. He walks by her side, simply nodding to the first question as he lumbers along (she might be surprised to notice how quietly he moves) and gaping at the walls.

"Me save world," he says, nodding and tracing some of the scars on his chest with one large finger-claw. "Bad starfish have babies, eat faces. Make people angry. Me eat bad starfish."

Well, he tried to, anyway. But even he would have a hard time eating all of that starfish. It was pretty big.

It's a little eerie, how neither of them make much sound as they cross the long hallway; she's had years of practice sneaking about Drearburh whilst evading detection, and this guy? His movements aren't anything anyone would call graceful, but he's quiet. Imagining how he must move through water almost gives her the shivers.

"Yeah?" she turns her head just briefly, giving him a more overt appraisal, "man, that's pretty badass. Starfish eating people's faces sounds totally gross and bad. Yuck. Did it at least taste good when you ate it?"

Perhaps a more pertinent question may have been whether a starfish is a fish shaped like a star, or a fish that somehow lives in space. Both sound weird as hell to her, but she doesn't want to come off like a total moron.

The question is met with a noncommittal grunt. Taste is an afterthought. Most meat (and clothes, and jewelry still attached) go straight down the gullet. It was also a rare occurrence where he was given definitive permission to consume the nomnom.

Maybe -

"You want try?"

Unfortunately, he does not wait for an answer. In an instant of concentration, a hand-sized starfish pops! into existence, floating in the air between them.

Gideon is not above eating weird things. Spending half one's time in the desert has made her a proficient hunter, and a month in the pit had left her resorting to somewhat desperate measures. Food is fuel, where it comes from isn't an especially big deal...and yet when that thing springs into being between them she takes a step back and grimaces.

"Oh, eww. Yuck. Naaaah. It looks totally gross and bad, like, what the actual fuck is up with that great big fucking eye?" it's gross as all hell, which at the very least makes it interesting, although not interesting enough that she'd be willing to try and eat it. Maybe if it wasn't staring straight at her it would have seemed more palatable.

The corridor reaches an aperture that leads them into a vast open space, metal grating running around the high points of the room, and upon which they're currently standing. Below is the concrete expanse of the training room, bare save for strip lighting overhead and a row upon row of weapons lining the walls. Mostly swords, but there's some offhand equipment up there too. Knuckle knives and daggers and the like. She's still not quite over the starfish enough to start giving him the grand tour, though.

"I mean, thanks? I appreciate the gesture? But you can go ahead and eat that one if you wanna."

Thankfully, due to Nanaue's relative lack of skill in the magic special place, the starfish does nothing more than float there as Gideon speaks - though the large eye blinks a few times and seems to follow her in that way portrait paintings can sometimes do the same.

Unbothered by the reaction, he plucks it from the air and eats it in one bite on her suggestion, looking down once he reaches the edge of the grating with renewed interest - although it reminds him a little bit of the prison place, which makes him frown.

If there are stairs to get down, he doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he jumps straight to the concrete floor with a quiet thud, and begins inspecting the rows of weapons on display.

She can't quite prevent herself from making a face as he chows down on that creepy as fuck thing, but hey, at least he gets rid of it. Besides, she's quickly distracted with his sudden drop down onto the floor below, and she's swift to move over to the railings, peering down to make sure he's okay. This place may be made of magic, but that doesn't mean they can't feel here.

He's just standing there though, like no effort was taken on his part at all, and so her eyebrows hike hard toward her hairline and she whistles low through her teeth. Badass. She descends the stairs like a normal person, and jogs over to catch up with him.

"What do you think? We've got your longswords which are my personal favourite, a bunch of rapiers over there which, okay, I know they look like dumb little needles but when you see someone who really knows how to use one it's kinda breath-taking. You've got your sabres and your broadswords...you wanna hold one?" there's a spark of excitement in her voice because yes, this girl loves swords so much she could friggin' marry them.

"Dumb little needles.... heh heh heh heh...."

He's not too interested in those, though. Instead, when she's done explaining he points to the broadsword.

"Biiig."

That one. He will hold that one. It'll still probably look smaller in his mitts than the average person, more like a short sword? But he waits politely for her to hand it to him before just grabbing it.

He has exceptional manners for a great, big shark-dude. She selects the biggest one in her collection, and yeeaah she can already see he'd be better off with something bigger. Maybe she could make something, just for him.

For now though she hands it off to him, watches with evident anticipation. "You like?"

He studies the sword with care when she hands it to him, turning it around and around in his hands.

Lifting it a little bit, he starts poking at sharp end between his teeth like a massive toothpick - removing bits of alien starfish from earlier.

"Like!" he agrees happily, speaking around the blade.

Gideon's eyebrows hike high toward her hairline; her poor sword! That goes against correct sword care and maintenance! She pushes her initial response down inside of herself though; this guy has clearly never handled one before. He deserves to be given a break.

"I mean yeah, sure, that's one use for it I guess," she says, very patiently in her opinion, "but they're really made for like, hitting shit. Not me, though. I wanna make that part clear. We're on the same side, so we don't need to hit each other with anything. It's for hitting like...bad guys and monsters. You know, if they attack you."

He obliviously lowers the sword from his mouth, taking in her explanation thoughtfully. Especially the part about not hitting her with the weapon.

"I no hurt friend," he says slowly.

Bad guys and monsters is not particularly instructive or specific enough for him, though.

"Bad guy where?"

What do you want him to hit?

"Hmmmmm, good question," she says. She glances back over her shoulder, and as she does this two faceless figures begin to take shape behind them, each standing in a ready stance as though to fight.

"Those guys over there are totally planning to kick our asses if we don't kick theirs first."

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[OPEN] I don't like to think ahead

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no worries if this is too old and you'd rather stick with new things!

I'm good either way! He will wander off eventually...

cool!

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