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Two Nights Only - Buy Now
WHO: Sampo, Caelus, Noctis, and Gilgamesh
WHERE: Inside Gil's teapot, mostly.
WHEN: Just after the mid-month zodiac post
WHAT: Sampo having Noct and Caelus come stay over while things in the city aren't so hot. Chaos probably gonna ensue.
WARNINGS: Just general nonsense of four chaos goblins in one house.
[ 'Meet me outside of Poundland' isn't exactly the best sentence to say to ANYONE, and yet it's a sentence Samuel had to use today. Thinking back on it, he really wonders why the owners of this establishment decided on fucking THAT for the name of their store, but.
It did fine for a meeting place--especially given the 'place' he was staying was hidden in plain sight in the shop nextdoor. The shop that, in Undertown, many had wonderings if it was the front of some money laundering group. Which was hilarious.
Sampo can be found waiting--looking enough like "himself" to be recognizable, but with a mix of grey and blue hair instead of his usual ruffled brown.
He'll wiggle his fingers when Caelus and Noct finally approach, before throwing his arms out wide with a bright smile. ]
My friends! You. Uh.
You weren't followed, were you.
WHERE: Inside Gil's teapot, mostly.
WHEN: Just after the mid-month zodiac post
WHAT: Sampo having Noct and Caelus come stay over while things in the city aren't so hot. Chaos probably gonna ensue.
WARNINGS: Just general nonsense of four chaos goblins in one house.
[ 'Meet me outside of Poundland' isn't exactly the best sentence to say to ANYONE, and yet it's a sentence Samuel had to use today. Thinking back on it, he really wonders why the owners of this establishment decided on fucking THAT for the name of their store, but.
It did fine for a meeting place--especially given the 'place' he was staying was hidden in plain sight in the shop nextdoor. The shop that, in Undertown, many had wonderings if it was the front of some money laundering group. Which was hilarious.
Sampo can be found waiting--looking enough like "himself" to be recognizable, but with a mix of grey and blue hair instead of his usual ruffled brown.
He'll wiggle his fingers when Caelus and Noct finally approach, before throwing his arms out wide with a bright smile. ]
My friends! You. Uh.
You weren't followed, were you.
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[He’s still annoyed about that, yep.]
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I guess it could be worse. [Smirking!] I can take baths just fine.
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Ugh, those assholes. All I got for going through all that are fish I can’t eat anymore.
[A pause.]
At least you got away with a tail. It was…pretty rough, going through their idea of the Olympics. I went up against the guy I knew from my past life, and if I hadn’t yielded, I’d. [He pauses briefly, realizing it’s a bad idea to casually say that there was a point he, or rather the king, had honestly worried Ardyn was out to kill.] I’d probably have needed a really long nap afterward.
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You can just say "might have ended up dead", Noct. I'm not six.
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Because if Caleb died, Noctis would be furious beyond belief and raring to go get a measure of justice for him. Or vengeance. He lies down on the grass, remembering the flash of pain when a sword had pinned the king to the throne of Lucis—and wondering, guiltily, if he can cause such grief to Caleb, to his loved ones.
But that's too heavy a subject to talk about, so Noctis decides to simply avoid it, and use his hands as a makeshift pillow as he stares up at the. Sky? Looks like a sky.]
Just didn't want you to yell at him about it, I guess. [A pause.] Don't do that, by the way, he's usually just a cranky asshole but he can be dangerous when pushed. I had to break out the Royal Arms in our fight and those things hurt to use.
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[Also--]
What do you mean, hurt to use?
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Yeah, don't...don't tell them.
[He's friendly towards Ardyn, and he likes to think that they're at least at an understanding, but the guy is dangerous if poked too hard. As for the Royal Arms—]
Like. Okay, remember when you scavenged that cool weapon from that lich we fought, but it turned out that if you missed on an attack roll with it, you got psychic damage? [A pause.] So like that, but there's no roll, it just happens.
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So you're not going to use them again, right?
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Not unless I have to. [Even if they hurt to use.]
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[Noctis do not test your cousin. He has had a rough month-and-a-bit, okay? Do not test him. Dying because of some grumpy Jesus figure is one thing. Dying from your own stupidity is another!]
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No. Not unless something very bad happens. [Like a daemon invasion, or someone from the Black Order showing up to throw their weight around, or whoever killed Sam decides to finish the job, or some giant horrific monster shows up in the middle of town or—]
Can't promise I won't ever use them again. [Because he would in a heartbeat.] I can promise I won't bring them out for anything but emergencies.
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Big emergencies, like yokai or something. Okay?
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[For now.]
I guess maybe if that one guy tries to kill you, too. That counts.
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That's good, I guess. [He sighs, flopping back down.] Are we really in a teapot?
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[A pause.]
I know the guy, sort of. He probably still has a photo of me at thirteen, sleeping with potato chips stacked on my head.
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[He didn't know anyone was that close to Sam, to be honest.]
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now they're talking about Him and he's gone back to being a nosy lil eavesdropper, tense and silent at the window that overlooks the pond outside. ]
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[Oh shit hey that’s Sam in the window. Noctis pushes himself up to wave at him, and call out:] Hey, get out here! The pond’s nice.
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[Ouch, Caleb. But Noct spots Sam, apparently, so he just waves without getting up.]
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