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abraxaslogs2021-06-12 06:19 pm
nadine_he_loves) wrote in abraxaslogs2021-06-12 06:19 pm
Open Log - Thorne Castle
Who: Nadine and OPEN
Where: Thorne Castle
When: June 12th and 13th
What: Meeting roommates, getting acclimated, exploring
Warnings: N/A, will add if needed
Exploring
There's little to do but poke around wherever they're allowed to poke around. And, while at it, slip out a few sweets from the dining hall to share with the less fortunate. Nadine made a promise, after all.
But there's plenty to see, in this area they're kept to. The library and the study hall are of the most interest, the books and practicing mages likely the most promising option for learning anything worthwhile. Their hosts are being very specific with what they say and what they don't, offering just enough information to avoid accusations of keeping everyone entirely in the dark. But still not sharing all they know, it's obvious there's much more going on than any newcomer is privy to.
That's alright. It's not ideal but it's alright. Nadine has her purpose to put herself towards, and she does. She can be found flipping through book after book in the library and muttering under her breath or quietly watching magic lessons in the study hall, eyes narrowed and lips pursed as she follows as best she can.
And of course, she makes sure to linger in the dining hall, idling by the offerings of food and perusing them seemingly casually. When she thinks she isn't being watched, she'll slip a small morsel of dessert or chocolate treat into her tunic sleeve.
Room 2
The idea of shared quarters is not one that Nadine is thrilled about. She'd already met one earlier, and somehow, through some blessed - or cursed - twist of fate, it's a friendly face. Sort of. She'd never met Lloyd before but she knows who he is, and any right hand of her husband's...he's on her side, is the point. Someone she can, to some extent trust. And who'll look out for her.
But there are two beds who's occupants she's yet to meet, and she's too pragmatic to imagine they'll be left empty. Especially now, the day winding down. It's been a hectic and long one, and Nadine's feeling it in her bones. She settles on her own bed, curtains open, and hands folded in her lap to contemplate her next move and wait for whoever she's stuck sharing her personal space with.
Where: Thorne Castle
When: June 12th and 13th
What: Meeting roommates, getting acclimated, exploring
Warnings: N/A, will add if needed
Exploring
There's little to do but poke around wherever they're allowed to poke around. And, while at it, slip out a few sweets from the dining hall to share with the less fortunate. Nadine made a promise, after all.
But there's plenty to see, in this area they're kept to. The library and the study hall are of the most interest, the books and practicing mages likely the most promising option for learning anything worthwhile. Their hosts are being very specific with what they say and what they don't, offering just enough information to avoid accusations of keeping everyone entirely in the dark. But still not sharing all they know, it's obvious there's much more going on than any newcomer is privy to.
That's alright. It's not ideal but it's alright. Nadine has her purpose to put herself towards, and she does. She can be found flipping through book after book in the library and muttering under her breath or quietly watching magic lessons in the study hall, eyes narrowed and lips pursed as she follows as best she can.
And of course, she makes sure to linger in the dining hall, idling by the offerings of food and perusing them seemingly casually. When she thinks she isn't being watched, she'll slip a small morsel of dessert or chocolate treat into her tunic sleeve.
Room 2
The idea of shared quarters is not one that Nadine is thrilled about. She'd already met one earlier, and somehow, through some blessed - or cursed - twist of fate, it's a friendly face. Sort of. She'd never met Lloyd before but she knows who he is, and any right hand of her husband's...he's on her side, is the point. Someone she can, to some extent trust. And who'll look out for her.
But there are two beds who's occupants she's yet to meet, and she's too pragmatic to imagine they'll be left empty. Especially now, the day winding down. It's been a hectic and long one, and Nadine's feeling it in her bones. She settles on her own bed, curtains open, and hands folded in her lap to contemplate her next move and wait for whoever she's stuck sharing her personal space with.
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He's not really sure what else to say to console her, he's not very good at that, but he wants to try because he cares about Nadine. Lloyd slides a little closer so he can stand shoulder-to-shoulder with her. Just to be in the vicinity for her despite how they're the only ones on the balcony. He doesn't feel like he's doing enough, but doesn't know where to go from there.
"You've got every right to be pissed at Larry, but it really don't make a difference. He sowed his seeds and Mr. Flagg wanted 'em punished for trying to come to us. Woulda been better if they'd just left well enough alone.."
Lloyd cracks his fingers with the thumb of the same hand, needing to fidget and do something because they're getting dangerously close to skirting around some real uncomfortable shit.
"You've got us, now."
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"He is a little badass." She swallows another sharp laugh. "Have you ever seen a ten year old go after an adult man with a giant kitchen knife? Because I have." Joe was tough. But it doesn't do much to ease the stab of guilt at the idea of him essentially orphaned once again.
With a small sigh she leans her head against Lloyd's shoulder, some of the tension going out of her.
"There were...some real do-gooders in Boulder. Their 'leader', I guess you could call him, was practically an American Dudley Do-Right. But you're right, they should have just left it alone. They knew. They knew what was over the mountains. But you're also right that I'm...I'm with the people I'm supposed to be. And I'm really, really glad you're here, Lloyd."
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"If they'd just stayed in fuckin' Boulder, they might've kept their lives. Hindsight, right?"
He gives her an awkward squeeze from where she rest on his shoulder. "Glad I'm here, too. Wouldn't want you to be alone in this, fucked as it is."
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Maybe third time's the charm. Boulder's full of bleeding hearts and charitable types, it's not like he'll be alone.
"It's not even hindsight, they...they had to know what was going to happen. They're noble but not stupid. They may as well have laid down on a railroad track or jumped into an active volcano...I don't know, maybe it's sort of my fault, too. Larry was a pretty selfish jerk when I first met him. I knew it, but I didn't care, I just needed someone armed and competent to help me and Joe get to Boulder. By the time we got there...Larry wasn't so selfish or as much of a jerk anymore."
She leans into Lloyd, sighing again.
"Whatever you...saw or were a part of or whatever, don't blame yourself."
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He wanted to blame Flagg for it- if he'd communicated what he'd wanted Lloyd to do, it may not have ended the way it had. Still, it was his hand on the trigger. There are a million 'ifs' he keeps going through, but he'd made his choice and Glen had paid the price. If only the old man had known what a sore spot he'd prodded when he goaded Lloyd.
It's okay, Lloyd, you don't know any better.
Fuck that guy. Lloyd's posture is rigid, and he keeps his attention on the pattern in the flagstone at their feet. No big deal, they don't need to go any further into it. It's done and they can move on.
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Not that she's wasted much time over what had happened to Teddy. She figures he was probably some kind of jerk, if he was best friends with Harold Lauder. Like attracts like and all of that.
"I also killed...whoever the bomb killed, and then the kid that helped me build it. I was responsible for those, but they weren't my fault. Boulder knew what would happen if they poked the bear in the west, and Harold...Harold was a creep who treated me like crap and thought he was going to be Randall's high prince, poised to inherit the kingdom. They brought it on themselves."
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"Still feels like my fault. Flagg didn't tell me to kill him, but he didn't tell me not to kill him, either.. Everything was just so fucked up, Nadine." He lets out an exhale of breath, crossing his arms tightly in front of himself. "I'm just being a fucking baby about it. Was bound to happen at some point, right? Being Flagg's right-hand man and all.."
He shrugs. "Jus' never killed anybody before."