𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐬;

[mobezon]

WHO: louis & co.
WHAT: catch all for post event, ect.
WHERE: horizon. solvunn. nocwich.
WHEN: april showers & may flowers.
WARNINGS: ptsd aspects might arise and any canon usual warnings will be tagged.

 

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[philancer]

[ 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. ]

[mobezon]

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. }

[philancer]

[ 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.

[mobezon]

{ 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?

[philancer]

[ 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. ]