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Feliks Łukasiewicz ([personal profile] niepokonany) wrote in [community profile] bravenewworld2015-08-07 08:29 pm

22 [Video + Action (open)]

[Video]

[Feliks looks like he's in Union for the moment -- in a noble house, by the looks of the fancy furniture and his high-fashion outfit. He's got his boots off, on the floor next to the couch where he sits with a Growlithe curled up next to him, petting a tuft of fluffy fur.]

You guys seriously have zero chill, you know that? Like, I go out for a couple of weeks and come back and you got all mixed up with gods again?

Never a dull moment, I guess... But seriously, way to have all the excitement without me! Super rude, Union. You're gonna hurt my feelings or something, all hanging out without me and junk.

So? How badass was it?

[Action - Various places around the Business District + Teeter's]

[As usual when he's in town, Feliks has errands all over the shopping district. He spends the morning restocking on potions, food, and assorted adventuring supplies, then hits up some of the mid-range clothing shops for things to wear out in the field, things that aren't too fussy or too fragile.]

[In the afternoon, he steels his nerve and goes to his old favorite high-end shops. He gets fitted for a few new suits at a good tailor's, then ends up in one of the fancy dress shops, laughing and making a fuss, teasing the attendants and any other patrons nearby as he tries on one thing after another. All in all, he seems in great spirits, with the exception of one moment when he catches sight of himself in a mirror -- dressed up and laughing with the fire stone necklace glinting at his breast, and the weight of the last year comes crashing back all of a sudden. He ends up having to sit down for a moment to recover, like it's a damn fainting spell -- and of course, all the people working here know all the stupid noble gossip, so they know exactly what his problem is, but he still finds himself making excuses to anyone nearby.]


Sorry, my bad -- I think this corset's a little tight after all! Haven't been wearing them for a while, you know?

[In the evening, he ends up in Teeter's, because the classier places have never actually really been his scene. After a couple of drinks, any hints of shyness are well and truly gone from him.]

Hey, hey -- I'm bored. Wanna do something fun? Like, like a drinking contest. Or a dancing contest. Or a drinking and dancing contest!
morituri_nolumus_mori: (Life's a beach and you're a great ugly f)

[personal profile] morituri_nolumus_mori 2015-08-08 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
I was goaded. I think something chased me as well. Doesn't surprise me. It's kind of, how my life works. It's like this, see? The more I don't want to go, the more likely I'll end up where I'm not wanting to be. So I figured, why fight it? I'd only be there anyway. Probably the worse for wear too.

Oh, I met Death too, but probably not yours.
Edited 2015-08-08 20:19 (UTC)
morituri_nolumus_mori: (Egba Mi O!)

[personal profile] morituri_nolumus_mori 2015-08-08 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
... I didn't know Death had wings? All I saw was a skeleton in a black robe. When he spoke, his voice didn't have the common decency to register through my ears first.
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[personal profile] morituri_nolumus_mori 2015-08-08 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
No, definitely not a pokemon. I wish it had been. At least I'd know it wasn't the Death of humans, if there is a thing. Unless I'd gone mad. High chance of that, everyone seeing different things...

This, er, Heatran ... isn't around anymore, is it?
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[personal profile] morituri_nolumus_mori 2015-08-08 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Could be. Can't say one way or the other, but if we're keeping a tally, the only gods making themselves known are ones of the pokemon variety.

I hope you're right.

[ Heatran sounds awful. Rincewind sends a silent prayer to whatever god is listening that he'll never have to encounter the thing. He doesn't think his frail, fleeting mind could take it. ]
morituri_nolumus_mori: (Life's a beach and you're a great ugly f)

[personal profile] morituri_nolumus_mori 2015-08-08 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Gosh, I didn't know gods could be confused. Doesn't sound very godlike, does it?

[ Rincewind doesn't buy into the whole Savior thing. He lets the comment slide by with the same humdrum expression that said, in a tone of practice despondence, 'oh, this again'. ]
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[personal profile] morituri_nolumus_mori 2015-08-08 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Because having a confused god around is probably a lot like having an angry and unstoppable toddler around who's prone to earth-shattering tantrums and fits of spontaneity.

It's an unpleasant thought.
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[personal profile] morituri_nolumus_mori 2015-08-10 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
That's why gods ought not to be confused, I think.
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[personal profile] morituri_nolumus_mori 2015-08-10 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I think they shouldn't be. It would make everyone's lives that much easier.
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[personal profile] morituri_nolumus_mori 2015-08-12 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
No, but that doesn't mean I can't want it. All I'm askin' is to have a simple, easy life. So far, I've done my best, but the minute things start looking good again, I know it's time to brace for impact. Bad often follows good, and it likes to come in droves.
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[personal profile] morituri_nolumus_mori 2015-08-14 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
It's awful. So far, what hasn't killed me, has really hurt a lot.
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[personal profile] morituri_nolumus_mori 2015-08-17 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
There's that. I guess.
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[personal profile] morituri_nolumus_mori 2015-08-21 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Right.

[ They're close enough to agreeing that Rincewind doesn't push the matter. What matter was there to push, anyhow? Life was life. If someone was going to interpret living as something hopeful, live and let him live. ]

That's settled, then.