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Date: 2022-09-15 12:53 am (UTC)[ She says, but her answer comes immediately. He has her pinned. ]
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Date: 2022-09-21 02:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-09-21 11:49 am (UTC)Ah. Truly, Horatio Hargreeves had been an assassin in his home world, for he has just taken out Saint-Germain with a single hit. She's deeply touched.
Which, for Saint-Germain levels of expression, means her head raises, all eight of her eyes blink, and then she gives a small smile. ]
I'm grateful to have earned your esteem.
[ When someone you respect respects you back.....yes, this is the ideal form "friendship" can take. Perfection! ]
good to wrap it here?
Date: 2022-09-27 04:18 am (UTC)Welcome to the Lighthouse, pal. It feels better in here already.
sounds good!
Date: 2022-09-27 01:18 pm (UTC)I'M STILL TAGGING IN ON HIS BIRTHDAY I'M JUST SLEEPY AND KEEP FORGETTING TO SEND YOU THIS
Date: 2022-10-03 01:39 am (UTC)The gift bag from Gabriel is understated, black paper with gold ribbon binding it closed, not unlike the invitation sent by Handler. Inside there are three items.
The first and largest of the items is a neat roll of tools in a thick leather holder. Unrolling it will reveal incredibly high quality chef's blades and the implements to sharpen them, each engraved with a neat H. Hargreeves.
Immediately underneath that is a heavy wooden box, the outside simple and unadorned. Inside is anything but. Seated in a bed of deep, red velvet is an axe. It's in a hand worked leather sheath, layered over with ritualistic looking lines tattooed directly into the material. The blade itself, when unsheathed, is heavy and sharp, beautifully forged to the gift giver's exacting specification. It's silver, with a steel core to retain its strength, and a handle that on closer inspection appears to be decorated with carved bone depictions of the indistinct, feminine figure attributed to the Fog. Engraved down one side of the handle is Hargreeves. It's a traditional, Old Hunter Clan dagger, but Horatio style.
Finally, there's a flask. A cautious sniff is enough to indicate it's marijuana infused whiskey.
Late evening 11/9
Date: 2022-11-11 04:56 am (UTC)i'm not sure how long but if you'll have me, i can do whatever you need around the place to earn my lodgings. or i can pay rent. whichever is most useful for you.
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Date: 2022-11-13 11:56 pm (UTC)I'm glad this time you're at least accepting my offer. Come on over. I was just about to make myself a drink and I can just as easily make two.
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Date: 2022-11-14 03:58 am (UTC)and i know i asked to stay over but
i can't stay for too long. there's reasons for that, but i would like a place to live.
[There is also reasons for that. It's...complicated.]
i'll be there in a few minutes. dyster and all.
[No seriously, he shows up at the door to the Academy in a handful of minutes after some strategic door usage, and he's knocking politely at that point unless he's been advised to just let himself in. "Academy" or not, it's a house, right?]
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Date: 2022-11-16 11:28 pm (UTC)Hey, come on in. And when I said you had a room any time you needed it, there wasn't a limit on how long. Even if ... [he lets the actual question of 'why/what happened this time' go unasked, gives the heavy lifting to his tone] ... you're looking to move.
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Date: 2022-11-29 12:58 am (UTC)Despite all of his puttering around in Dyster--or maybe because of it--Ryou looks very unkempt. His hair is pulled back into a low, messy ponytail and he's in his sleep clothes, which means long sleeves and long pants. Seriously, he sleeps like this.
Damningly, his collar is missing. That's so rare Horatio probably would notice, especially considering the ugly scar around Ryou's neck that he's usually hiding.]
I know you'd let me stay here. I appreciate your hospitality, Horatio.
[He says this without a smile, but his words are genuine as he lets himself be led in. The tip of his tail twitches slightly, the dark purple lighting along the length of it feeling almost...unsettled. Sad? Upset?]
You don't need trouble brought down on your home, that's all. If I make a change then...I-it'll have to be solitary, I think.
[Boy, ever heard a motherfucker shoot himself in the heart? Ryou looks as if he might break down right then and there just saying that.]
sorry, November ate me alive
Date: 2022-12-05 05:18 am (UTC)he lets the silence do a little heavy lifting as they move into the living room, breathing in slowly as he tries to consider how to handle this. Atem is his brother, but Ryou is his friend, and he cares deeply about them both. he can't take sides.]
Hm. ... You don't have to tell me what happened if you're not ready to. We can just talk about places, if you want. Pretty sure there are a decent amount of single apartments for rent around Bavan...
[he slips behind the bar, willing to play the role if needed, but just as willing to simply make a drink and then retreat to the couch so they can both sit and talk. he'll leave it to Ryou where he wants to land, how he wants to continue]
meeeee too fam
Date: 2022-12-05 08:21 am (UTC)[He says it with such an air of defeat, even as he leans without manners on the counter. He really is in a state, and he doesn't really want to look at Horatio yet, in case he catches a hint of pity. Not that he expects it...he just hates it when people pity him.]
I'm sure there's somewhere I can go. Or...I could pay Mana to make me a place, just for me.
[A containment zone, more or less. Because he should be contained, right? He should be kept away from people he can hurt, or bring hurt to simply by existing in their space.]
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Date: 2022-12-11 02:59 am (UTC)Her rates are pretty reasonable if all you want is something small. I'm not trying to talk you out of this, by any means, but ... you're sure you want to be by yourself? Right off the bat? Not even around friends?
<KrisKringle>
Date: 2022-12-11 02:57 pm (UTC)Buy or make Carol a gift by December 26, or Santa will come down your chimney and box your ears.
If you need more information, contact me C/O Hawkeye Pierce at Crowe Clinic, and I'll delegate him to tell you to do your own research.
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Date: 2022-12-11 09:36 pm (UTC)...It's safer for people, if I am. It's never really changed, has it? Back home, the closer I got to people, the more they were hurt. It's no different here, only I can't blame it on the Ring-Spirit anymore.
I'm the one...who's the problem. I'm the one who seems to attract terrible things and causing those around me to suffer in turn.
[Ryou stares at the counter as he speaks, looking forlorn.]
Being alone...it'll be fine.
action!
Date: 2022-12-16 12:56 am (UTC)It's Saint-Germain. May I enter?
<NeverAcorned>
Date: 2022-12-18 03:42 am (UTC)[for his annual efforts, Hawkeye will find a bottle of the Lucky's top-shelf tequila and a crock of seafood chowder from Merain - as close to Maine as the peninsula can get - with a note that says "Put your boots up, St. Nick. We'll take it from here."]
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Date: 2022-12-18 04:12 am (UTC)[Horatio closes the sheaf of the week's reports, sliding it off to the side as Saint Germain comes in. his office is neat and tidy as always, the dark wooden desk, windowsills, and sidebar dusted and oiled, the dark green carpet and drapes (mostly) clean save for the day's traffic. he gestures to the seats in front of his desk - there is a regular chair, and also something more akin to an ottoman to accommodate monsters who need anything backless for a myriad of reasons]
Make yourself at home. I know you and coffee don't get along, but I could make you some tea?
[he keeps a decent selection of top-shelf teas for those of the staff who prefer it - both past and present.]
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Date: 2022-12-18 05:47 am (UTC)[he slides Ryou his drink, garnished with a few maraschino cherries, and gives him his patented 'I Smell Bullshit' eyebrow.]
You can't use the "I'm a disaster magnet" excuse. You do realize you're in Ryslig right? Each and every last gruesome bastard here is a disaster magnet. What makes you any different than the rest of us? You're not usually one to show up at the pity party, let alone make yourself the guest of honor.
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Date: 2022-12-18 01:30 pm (UTC)[ Caffeine is a WOW NO! The last time she had tea she ended up leaning on Cagliostro, stroking her hair, and mumbling something about perfection.
She pulls the ottoman over and settles atop it, using it in lieu of her legs for body support.
little miss muffet sat on a tuffet, eating her curds and whey. along came a spider, who sat down beside her]Secret Santa~
Date: 2022-12-23 07:01 pm (UTC)On Horatio's doorstep will be a box, nicely-wrapped in metallic red paper. Inside said box is a bottle of coffee liqueur, a bag of fancy coffee beans, and accompanying snacks in the form of chocolate-hazelnut wafer sticks. A note attached to the box simply reads:]
Heard you like drinks. Hope this satisfies.
Happy Nattensfest,
Secret Santa
[There is a small drawing of a flame next to the signature.]
Christmas Gift
Date: 2022-12-25 01:35 am (UTC)Nattensfest
Date: 2022-12-25 09:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-12-29 02:37 am (UTC)[he takes out a blend Celeste always used to favor: something with hibiscus and rose that's light but not too sweet, and a bright pink when brewed.]
But I'm sure you didn't just come here for tea, and if you were here for Cagliostro you wouldn't have left the floor... What can I do for you?