( closed ) blessed are the vagrants;

[oversleeps]

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. ]

Comments

[irritating]

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?

[oversleeps]

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. ]

[irritating]

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'.

[oversleeps]

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.

[irritating]

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?

[oversleeps]

[ 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. ]

[irritating]

[ 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.

[oversleeps]

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?

[ !!! ]

[irritating]

[ 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!!