warforged | [open!] i found stars on the tip of your tongue

Who: Vanadi and anyone he runs into!
What: The Obsidian Sanctum is for squares, Vanadi's gonna go find where the cool people party.
Where: Obsidian Sanctum and then... anywhere
When: Nebulously pre-kidnapping
Warnings: there will be flirts

[ a: obsidian sanctum ]

He doesn't spend long here. In fact, if you catch him here, you'll catch him on his way out. It's dismal, it's filled with people he thinks he can safely put off getting to know, and he can't find a single drop of anything interesting to drink. So after a grand total of ten minutes spent lost and confused, Vanadi very promptly books it.

Later, nerds.

[ b: out there ]

Alright, so this wasn't as well-planned as it could have been. He'd escaped the Sanctum just to find himself somewhere in a... forest. A boring, generally unoccupied forest. Not quite the city nightlife he'd been hoping for. But Vanadi walks gamely on, sure that he'll find something if he keeps moving. Hopefully something to drink. With alcohol in it, that would be nice. Maybe someone to share it with... maybe several someones...

But for now he walks, and occasionally tries out some of those interesting new abilities he seems to have picked up. Handy for dodging animals, that.

[ c: anything else ]

Such ENDLESS POSSIBILITIY.

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Wrong answer. His grip is far from iron, but he manages to hang on for now, digging his claws in a bit to keep hold.

"Not what you're doing-- no shit you're walking." Like he couldn't see that? At least this kid is exactly as insufferable as he remembers-- wait. That isn't actually a good thing. Marduk scowls. "How long have you been here."

His eyes narrow when he fails to pull away. Just who is this imposing asshole, huh? Someone who knows him, maybe, like Apollo — whatever that's about. He hadn't much liked it when Apollo pulled that stunt, and he likes it evne less now. His free hand drops toward his belt and the dagger hanging in its sheath at it.

"Longer than I've wanted to be, and beyond that, why should I tell you?"

"Because--"

He has no real reason to give, not with Vanadi this young-- too far back for even that brief time in Exsilium, apparently. Marduk's expression softens for something far more morose, but he still doesn't let go.

"You're going to get yourself killed," he hisses, pulling again for emphasis. "Do you get that?"

He still hasn't let go; it's obvious that further action is required. Vanadi doesn't look away from those somewhat unsettling eyes of his mystery companion as he nudges the dagger deftly up out of its sheath. He shifts his grip, tugs it free, and presses the tip just firmly enough to be felt into the man's side, all in a fluid motion. Good thing he'd practiced that earlier.

"What I do understand is that I'd rather like to be released. Tell me you can comprehend that much, I don't want any unseemly bloodstains on these clothes."

You've got to be fucking joking. Seriously? He's not sure how much that would even hurt-- if at all-- kind of a small dagger, isn't it? Marduk stares him down, the one time not having to blink has ever been an advantage.

"Vanadi." He sounds exasperated. He is exasperated. "Don't be an idiot."

Dammit, what is it going to take to get this guy to show a little respect and step back? Vanadi isn't quite up to following through with his threat... but that doesn't mean he isn't up to anything. He glares up at him, then moves quickly. "I see you've never been taught manners, or how to give a man his space—" One leg snakes between Marduk's while his arm twists, slamming his forearm into the man's chest. The aim is to trip him up and throw him onto his back, but Vanadi hasn't quite had a chance yet to gauge his skill and weight.

Cute move, but it's not going to work; Marduk is too used to having to dodge around similar maneuvers to really be taken by it, and he's moving even before he figures out what Vanadi is actually trying to do. He growls automatically, trying to figure out how to move around him without losing his hold, but his attempts to read his next move are interrupted by--

The scene is a diner. Vanadi is there with a friend (and Marduk needs no extra help to know it's Maria), encouraging her to partake-- mocking her for it-- "Vanadi! You promised!"

It's that flash of memory that makes him stumble more than Vanadi trying to push him away does-- more importantly Marduk does, finally, let go. He puts his hand to his face instead, like the contact there will answer any questions; it doesn't.

He looks back at Vanadi, more confused than anything before finally blurting out, "You are such a shit."

So the stranger doesn't actually fall, but he's let go, so that's good enough for Vanadi. He springs away as soon as he's able to, jamming the dagger back into his belt again with a huff. That pause and his apparent confusion is odd, but the words at least are familiar. Vanadi smiles unkindly.

"I wasn't the one with the unwelcome grab." Which might be a first, actually. He sets both hands firmly at his hips. "Now, am I going to get any sort of explanation for any of this?"

"It's not going to be an explanation you like." Marduk can absolutely guarantee that much. He jams his hands into his pockets so fast you'd think they'd been burned, sullen stare still focused on Vanadi. (Bonus: unblinking!)

"Just--" UGH. He glares off to the side, like there's a solution to the incredible problem standing before him there. "At least pretend to stay out of trouble, you stupid motherfucker."

The way he doesn't blink, Vanadi will admit, is pretty unnerving. Sure, he's seen it before, but never on anything so generally kitrite-looking. He slips into a thoughtful stare, though, and taps a finger against his chin. There's a hunch forming.

"Let's see... you must be someone I've heard of." He quirks a smile, growing more sure of himself. "Marduk, maybe?"

[open!] i found stars on the tip of your tongue

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