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( closed ) blessed are the vagrants;

who: Marduk & Apollo
what: idiot reunion
where: somewhere in the goddamn woods idk
when: near the end of May (shut up)
warnings: nothing not already implied by the characters present!

[ marduk has yet to return to the bronze sanctum, still. being dead has it's advantages, as far as wandering is concerned, even if he hates to admit it. the woods are quiet and, usually, peaceful enough as long as he stays away from anything resembling civilization; no complaints, really.

(and he's definitely, absolutely not lost. no, not even a little bit. this is entirely voluntary wandering. one hundred percent.)

(... ninety-nine percent.)

it's the smell of blood that catches his attention, then. that alone doesn't mean much-- forests have predators, and there's no fire or brimstone to accompany it. still, he follows the scent with caution, crouching slightly as he moves along only to find-- ]

You've got to be fucking kidding me! [ you'd say the same thing if you just discovered your best friend frolicking in the woods with a dead deer, alright. promise. ]

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[ Having worked together to take down what will soon become dinner, Apollo and Metalhead are both dirty as all hell right now. Metalhead in particular has the animal's blood dripping from his mouth and he stands over the deer with his master, tail wagging happily as Apollo investigates and celebrates their kill.

Once Marduk gets closer, Metalhead suddenly stops. His ears perk up and he sticks his nose to the air, sniffing in the familiar scent, and before Apollo can react, she hears a very familiar voice. ]

Marduk! [ She's so excited that she even uses his actual name, and when she spins around there's an enormous smile on her dirty, mud and blood stained face. As usual, she doesn't give a shit that she's an absolute state right now, covered in dirt, animal blood, leaves, and twigs (and possibly insects), and she basically throws herself at him for one of her Apollo style crushing hugs. ] You're here!!

[ he gives a faint screech when she tackles him, automatically raising his hands defensively-- not that he does anything to actively stop her. the result is an awkward pin of a hug, and though he allows her the first ten seconds he's struggling to get out of it soon enough. ]

Get off, you're disgusting! [ he hisses, baring his teeth at her. ] What's wrong with you?

[ Those ten seconds are all she needs to squeeze him and snuggle herself nice and cozy against him, not at all taking note of any awkwardness, or even the fact that Metalhead is now trying to shove his bloody snout into the mix for some affection as well. Once he starts trying to wiggle his way out of her arms, does finally begin to loosen her grip at least - but if he wants to remove himself entirely, well, he's just gonna have to try doing that on his own. ]

I'm in fuckin' hunter mode, y'think I'm gonna kill any deer all dolled up an' smellin' like daisies?

[ argh-- he has to actually physically wiggle his way out of her grip and ends up stumbling back from the momentum of it. he angrily swipes at the mud that's transferred over to his own clothing, still snarling. ]

You need to fucking-- warn a guy, shit. [ his scowl is diminishing by the second, though it never fully fades beyond something vaguely displeased. ] The hell would I know how you hunt, anyway?

[ His snarling falls on deaf ears, because Apollo continues to stand there smiling brightly at him. It hasn't been terribly long since she had last seen him, but considering that his visits are sporadic and unpredictable at best, it's always exciting to see him anyway. ]

Aw, sorry Duckling. [ She's not sorry. ] Just excited to seeya, y'know? It ain't everyday you come spend time with me anymore! An' hey I know you're a fuckin' baby but c'mon, use your brain a little bit, yeah? Gotta be one with nature if you're gonna get your ass out here killin' it.

"One with nature." What does that even mean?

[ SOUNDS LIKE HIPPIE DRUID BULLSHIT. he gives up on the mess-- apollo is impossible to clean up after, he should've known better-- and instead occupies his hands with keeping metalhead at bay. ] Sounds like a fake idea. I don't remember you being a fucking disaster every day in Exsilium.

[ at least that place had an actual city. he never though the day would come where that would seem like the better alternative to wherever he was but-- just look where they are now. ]

It means if you're gonna live by eatin' nature then you gotta know how to blend in! I already fuckin' told you, I ain't about to kill me a deer if I ain't actin' like an innocent tree. [ An innocent tree that moves and has about ten different weapons on her, but still. ] It ain't a fake idea, you're just a fuckin' princess.

[ Metalhead will absolutely not be kept at bay until Apollo tells him to stop trying to lick Marduk, and Apollo absolutely does not tell him to stop trying to lick Marduk. ] But fuckin' forget that, how long've you been here? What colour are the dragons tellin' you you're 'spose to belong to now? Black? Is it black?

There is literally nothing about you that looks like a tree--

[ he cuts himself off with an irritated noise. this argument is fucking stupid and will accomplish approximately nothing, just like every other "debate" he's had with her. whatever.

marduk leans on metalhead to keep himself at arms length still, palms firmly pressed on the dog's snout. (this is the best he can do.) her question gives him enough pause he almost doesn't even answer at all, with how disappointing the response is probably going to be-- ] No. not black.

[ and from what he's heard about them... thank fucking god for that. ]

Well fuckin' no shit, you think I'm wearin' leaves an' twigs to be fashionable?

[ For emphasis, she points to her head (full of sticks and leaves) and outstretches her wings (no twigs, but leaves poked in amongst her messy little feathers haphazardly). His response to the question is indeed disappointing, and it makes Apollo drop her arms and pout at him. ]

Guess we ain't flightmates, then. Our dragon leader's an asshole an' our sanctum's all volcano bullshit though, guess you ain't missin' much. [ Shrug. ] So what colour are you, huh? [ She steps closer - don't make her poke it out of you because she will. ] Green? I hear they like to sleep all fuckin' day.

[ he shakes his head, then scowls at the reasoning of her guess. ]

Dead don't sleep. [ at least, not on azeroth. how does apollo never pick up on this shit? he sighs, rubbing his face with both hands, all attempts to ward off metalhead forgotten. ] Bronze. [ you asshole. ]

What does--

[ Halfway through her thought she stops talking, because suddenly she realizes what he must mean. He tells her his flight colour but still she advances and starts to poke at him, because now apparently he's dead again and that's just stupid. ]

How come you're dead again? I thought you were alive or kinda alive or fuckin' whatever, unless you're from an earlier time like Vanadi but he didn't remember me which means you wouldn't remember me an' Exsilium but you do but shit-- [ The poking at his body soon turns into trying to see whether or not her bracelet is still tied to his sword. There's a brief moment of relief when she sees it there, but she's not done with her barrage of questions. ] What's the last thing you remember? Sayin' goodbye or gettin' married? Me gettin' married I mean, shit unless you got hitched to Vanadi in which case you better be fuckin' invitin' me.

Stop-- [ he slaps at her poking first, then claps his hand over her face and pushes her away, not unlike what he did to metalhead. ] Stop. What the fuck do you think that's going to accomplish?

[ his free hand falls to his sword after her examination, "accidentally" blocking the bracelet from any further inspection. he's not about to answer her directly, not when something in her inane rambling stuck out to him so much: ] You're to one who told him shit. [ he should've fucking KNOWN. ]

I dunno maybe-- [ Whatever she's planning to say turns into a garbled mess of noise as he pushes her away by putting his hand on her face. How rude.

She continues to huff and pout, annoyed by him shoving her away like that (though not at all surprised by it) and gives a little flap of her wings when finally she backs away a little on her own, sending feathers and leaves flying around in the air. ] He's fuckin' Vanadi an' I thought he was confused!! Why wouldn't I tell 'im shit?

Because you have the dumbest fucking ideas about-- everything
[ that's right; literally everything ever.

whatever! he's over that, too. marduk crosses his arms, taking the opportunity to try cleaning off his hand again, to mixed results. he looks off to the side, glaring into the distance-- like he's trying to figure out if any of this is a good thing or not. ]

At least you haven't changed. [ the way he says it, you can't quite tell if it's positive or not. ]

That's a fuckin' pile of lies an' you know it, I got great ideas!

[ Well, she thinks they're great anyway. What other people think of them most times is... well it's something different. But it's alright - Apollo is quick to get over it and stop pouting at her friend, immediately taking his last comment as a positive whether he means it that way or not. ]

Yeah, an' you haven't changed either. [ She comes closer again, but this time she doesn't try to poke or hug or otherwise hassle him. ] It's nice seein' you again. Been stuck here a few weeks an' it's been kinda up an' down with the locals. Did run into a couple other people who know 'bout Exsilium though, so that's somethin'.

How many?

[ this is the important question; who would probably be better to ask, but he doesn't feel like wading through apollo's colorful descriptions to figure out anyone's identity yet. not while he's still aggravated. ] Just the number, please.

Uh, three that I ran into personally not includin' you, but I've heard there are others out an' about too. Dunno their names though, so I dunno if I've met 'em or not.

[ There, simple answer. But after a brief pause, ] Tempest is hangin' around with the bluesworn folk, by the way. Don't think I ever met her in Exsilium, but she's a friend of yours, yeah?

[ he almost says the first petulant response that comes to mind of i don't have friends, but stops himself in an admirable show of restraint. amazing. shining example to everyone, really. he just shakes his head, more in the manner of a wet dog than disagreement, and the rubs his face. ]

Don't say that. [ not the friend thing. see-- ] I don't want to think about you and Tempest chatting.

[ HIS LIFE IS HARD ENOUGH. ]

[ The second he tells her he doesn't want to think about her chatting with Tempest, she perks up, smiles brightly, and begins to tell him all about her chatting with Tempest. ]

Why not? Afraid we're gonna gossip 'bout you? We spent a fuckin' week or whatever trapped in a shitty cage together, we did a lotta chattin' whether you like it or not.

Is that where you've been? [ LOOK, THIS IS A TOTALLY SMOOTH, NOT OBVIOUS SUBJECT CHANGE HAPPENING BEFORE SHE STARTS TALKING ABOUT DICKS OR WHATEVER ] You were one of the dipshits stuck prisoner?

[

!!! ]

[ Well hey if it's a subject change he's gunning for, it's working because Apollo is huffing in only partially mock offense. ]

Yeah well, those elves are fuckin' determined! An' tough too, big muscled ladies with fuckin' firm lookin' asses they kept turned to us the whole fuckin' time they kept watch an' whatever. [ He's managed to avoid dicks, but apparently not asses. ] They nabbed me an' Metalhead an' made us sit around like assholes for ages!!

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( closed ) blessed are the vagrants;

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