abraxaslogs | 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐬;

{ returning to nocwich in may is unlike the last time he'd been forced to recover within it. he nearly avoided it, but he decided he might as well get to know what it has to offer. louis has his other reasons, but he won't look for them at the moment. instead, he takes to exploring one day, mostly seeing what the marketplace has to offer.

at least, that had been his intent. then he just sat at the bench jack had showed him the last time he'd been there. louis and a bench is a duo that won't ever wither if he has a say. sadly, there's no book in his hand, but he can see the carefully placed trees and nature around them. he had noted the woods he was warned not to go too deeply into. considering the woods in solvunn, he's alright exploring other aspects. all he's left to do is people watch.

he could do it for hours, but at some point he should do something else. when he does catch sight of a flash of red, it's not difficult to spot. louis is of average height, standing at 5'9. it's easier to spot taller people, and if he remembers, sylvain is certainly tall.

he recalls the survival they had to endure, which seems a long time ago when it had only been a little over a month. he makes his decision before his mind catches up and with careful ease, he approaches the younger man when he sees him wandering along the marketplace. he isn't sure if he's with anyone, but if he is, he can at least greet him. he's careful not to sneak up on him since he can have far too quiet steps, and as he slides up next to sylvian, he speaks. people around them are excitable in their conversations. }

You look healthy.

{ he probably could have worded it less oddly, but it is what it is. }

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[ There's a slight frown of concentration on Sylvain's face, his expression distant and distracted as he's lost deep in thought, unseeing most of the goods it looks like he's actually there to browse. It's more unconscious habit than anything, but it still means he startled a little a voice speaks from right beside him. He's usually better at noticing his surroundings than that - especially of late - but when he recognizes Louis, he offers him a warm - if sheepish - grin in greeting.

He figures if anyone was going to be able to sneak up on him, a vampire is a likely candidate. ]

Hey! I wondered if I'd bump into you here this weekend. And yeah, I guess I look a bit better than the last time we saw each other. Although, that's not a very high bar... So do you, by the way. Feeling all recovered yet?

For the most part. My self healing has come back.

{ physically he's in pristine condition, probably more than others since he can't get sick or have aches for long. he can get hurt, and healing takes a varying degrees of time depending on the damage. takes might to knock him down and the pit was the first time in a long time since he technically got essentially the worst case of a sickness. he appreciates slyvain's cheeriness and in response he allows a warm smile in return. }

In my world we underwent a worldwide pandemic. { there's a joke somewhere in there that he suspects would flatline since it's an inexperience apart to abraxas. } Bustling streets are nice to see. I'm recovered enough to want to socialize. I only got to go to the gambling den last I was here for the first time. I am still unfamiliar with Nocwich.

[ Sylvain casts him a curious glance at that, head tipped slightly to the side as he thinks over those words. ]

Do you not have healers in your world? It must have been a very strong plague. [ It had been known to happen in Fodlan, too, especially in the more rural areas where they had less access to clerics and other healers. But a plague that swept the entire world... that must have been devastating. He couldn't even imagine such a thing.

But he lets the topic shift to the bustling town around them, glancing around at their surroundings with a crooked smile. ] I'm glad they've opened it up to us. That they allow this to be neutral ground for all of us. I know there are some who are separated by Faction and this is their only chance to see one another. I've been lucky - the friends I have here from home are all in the Free Cities with me, but I still show up here keeping an eye out, just in case.

The gambling halls are pretty fun, though. I can show you around a bit, if you like? Was there something you were interested in seeing?

I’m immune to diseases. We do have healers. Sometimes a virus is powerful enough. It prevented people from truly going out for nearly two years. { at least the timeframe he was taken from still had policies for wearing masks. the world had become quieter. he prefers brushing past it, and instead his mouth twitches as his tone drawls when he’s inspired. }

Makes it better when in good company. I’m glad your friends are with you. Probably made recovery better. If you don’t mind, I’ll certainly wouldn’t turn away your company. { he’s being modest for now. part of him did want to make sure they were alright, especially when it has been a few in the wet tunnel before the other group found them. there’s a pause when it catches up to him that he might find home dwellers at nocwich. there’s slight hope to the possibility for certain people he’d like to see again. }

I’ll have to keep an eye out. Truthfully, my intent had been to get blood wines. Do you have a favorite spot here?

[ A plague that ravaged people for two years? How did the world still function? He can't even imagine it. ]

It did make recovery better. At least until they ganged up on me and wouldn't help me break out of the hospital when I was feeling better. [ Okay, so maybe he'd still looked half-dead but that was beside the point. ] And I've got nothing else going on at the moment, we can go see what there is to find today?

I don't know if I have a favorite spot yet. I guess maybe the marketplace? There's always something new and interesting and maybe a little weird to find there. Bet we could find a merchant for your blood wine, too. I think I know where to look for that... [ He hums, trying to remember where he'd seen it. ]

I managed to break out, once.

{ there’s a slight glint to his eyes since he’s capable of his own rebellion. he just isn’t one to be open nowadays about it. he’d found castiel who had unexpectedly given him a means to make his own blunt. not that the smoking actually has an effect on him, he just needed something, away from the hospital and endless concerned people. it was also when lestat was out and about, or else he wouldn’t have been able to. }

Figures I should get to know the marketplace. Maybe I beat you too a favorite spot. Someone showed me a park, but enough of my old man tendencies. I saw a tattoo shop somewhere back there.

{ he’s mostly joking, naming what has caught his eye on the way here. }

[ He grins at the admission, giving a short laugh. ] I came close a few times, but eventually ended up coercing a friend to smuggle me out. But I got a lot better rest back at the Inn anyway, so it was probably for the best.

[ It had been nice to be 'home' again, for as much as the Inn could be called that these days. Even if not for much longer.

At the mention of the tattoo parlor, however, Sylvain just smirks at him and casts him a sideways glance. ] Yeah, I know where that is. They're very good at what they do, too. I can show you, if that's what you were interested in seeing? Otherwise we could just wander about the marketplace, I suppose? You stumble across more new and interesting places that way, I think.

{ he does have a home now, in the literal sense of not sleeping with his coffin at the edge of the woods. he’s grateful he shares a room with carl now. if anything louis sees solvunn with a fresh perspective. minus the unsavory execution, but he’s not here for that. for now he will see what the brief connections he made these months will become. }

Let’s wander a little, and if I’m inspired I’ll consider tatting up. I doubt it’ll stick. My healing does not allow me to have it. It’ll also make my mama roll in her grave.

{ he motions towards the marketplace, his expression serene and he may be serious or he may not on the tattoo matter. the plethora of folks are louder if he focuses on them. he can hear someone haggling from a ways down. louis takes a few steps forward in a random direction, speaking as he walks backwards. }

To using our well rounded rest. Do you have roommates in the Free Cities?

[ He chuckles at that, tucking his hands into his pocket as he turns to fall into step with Louis, content to wander for the time being. ]

Some would say that's reason enough to do it right there. But they might have a way of giving you one. From what I understand, the werewolves and vampires here are hardier than humans, and they seem to have no problem with them. It is a town originally meant to cater to their needs. We're still the guests here.

[ But he lets the matter drop, since it's Louis' decision. He's just always here to instigate a little fun, when he can get away with it. ]

I do, yeah. Most of us there take up residence in one of the Inns when we first arrive, those of us with no interest in joining the military. [ Which is most of them. ] The owner is friendly and generous to us and trades room and board for our help in keeping the inn and tavern running, so all in all it's a pretty good deal. You met Claude already - he's been here a little longer than me and he found me shortly after I arrived. Since we came from the same world, we stuck pretty close. Same with Hilda, another of our friends who arrived a few months later. There were a few others, too, but we're currently the only three remaining.

[ There's a pang of grief at that, the loss of Petra still fresh and sharp. Marianne, too, even though she'd only been here a short time, almost the same way Felix had. ]

𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐬;

𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝.

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tw: covid pandamic mentions (kinda??? i should apologize for him)

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