( OPEN ) not giving a shit, the legacy

[takuan]

Who: brave ( takuan ), wizard ( fxs ), priest ( grovel ), and you!
When: ic 12/28.
Where: shopping district.
What: phase one of the event put into a log because we're crazies and tl;dr.
Rating/Warning: rated r for rejet. will update if necessary.

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( ᴀ. ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ʀᴏᴜᴛᴇ – "what are you looking around for? you can tell me." )

[ rather than feeling any sort of vague curiosity towards the sound, brave associates the seemingly innocuous laughter and jingles to the signs of a pre-emptive enemy attack. christmas being a non-existent affair in their world, he finds the noises ringing in his ears more annoying than anything, and he'd sooner give up his pot-smashing dreams before he'd let an enemy take advantage of any of him and his party. …but really, he just wants to shank whatever it is then move on with his life and priorities— such as getting out of the god damn snow. capped strength and speed stats aside, it's still a pain to maneuver around in heavy armour, and it's a thought he never once fails to voice to his party whenever applicable.

that is, until he makes out the traces of her, and every other thought becomes obsolete. danger, what danger? just as he's about to go on a notome spiel about how dare she leave them to their own devices and not show up sooner and take responsibility for supposedly running off with thief, he stops in his tracks. ]

That's surprisingly thoughtful of you. [ to ask, he means. his pleasant disposition falters; he's conditioned to her curt answers of "ＸＸＸＸ！！" and "？！？！" (responses that often embodied reje(c)tion to his very being and the party’s), so her concern and lack of discretion justifiably feels like uncanny valley. taking a deliberate step towards the spectre, his eyes narrow. ]

If I were to ask you questions along the lines of the nickname you gave me [ his face briefly scrunches, ] and your three sizes… Surely you'd be able to answer, right? And the quest you were about to go with before all this happened.

[ even if she'd answer the first two correctly, if she didn't do the same for the last one (the only acceptable response is his), she's evidently some sort of sham. what do you mean he’s from the common route so he shouldn’t care?? details. trying to encroach even further into her personal bubble, he leans in and reaches for her collar to drag her closer. only for it to… not turn out to be the heroine at all. excuse her??? he had an urgent inquiry that needed answering?? ]

… Hah—? Who do we have here? [ this can go one of two ways: i. ) if you appear to be female, his sweeping gaze will linger at “key points”. since his mood has gone to the shitters (not that he'd have any other reaction to this close proximity regardless of his current temperament), he reacts appropriately so. ]

Your bust [ and/or underbust ] could use work. How disappointing. [ for someone who was reacting so strongly to her illusion … he gave her up surprisingly fast. and to test out his "theory," he endeavours to … grope … whoever it is that’s in front of him. if the heroine were an illusion then he deserves this much reprieve at least??? give a guy a break. ]

[ or ii. ) if you're male, he promptly proceeds to attempt to shove you into the snow, face scowling in disgust. because ew. cooties. he's already in the constant company of three… two losers, he doesn’t need one more?? that void is better off permanently there. ]

( ʙ. ᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅ ʀᴏᴜᴛᴇ – "#$@! #$@! #$@! aka the 'go back' one" )

[ for once, wizard would appreciate spending quality, individual time with the heroine. whether it was to scold her or be adulated by her so long as he was acknowledged by her than trekking through the snowstorm would be more satisfying in a (less than masochistic) way. but no, of course, he's cockblocked. he steals a glance to the rest of his party as they forge ahead in the blizzard— wizard lagging behind (though not by much) due to the onslaught of snow against his glasses and clothes, obscuring his vision making it hard for him to see let alone travel.

but it begs the question: why were they even continuing on this fallible quest? why wasn't wizard casting a spell in order to cease the mighty gusts of wind or melt the snow surrounding them?

answer: because he's a petty bitch.

he hears the whimpering of the the heroine beside his ear as she suddenly reneges on her initial suggestion that the trio band together in search of the origin of the ominous "ho-ho-ho" and bell ringing that they all agreed to have noticed. really? at this crucial juncture, she asks them to leave instead of asking him to impress them all with his abilities? does she really not want an appropriate climax to the pain she just made them suffer yet again? with a dirty look and a click of his tongue, wizard repeats what she had to say for all to hear. ]

"Go back?" After encouraging us to stay out in this cold... [ pauses dramatically. exhales dramatically. then yells, dramatically. ] How fickle can you be?! Always so irresponsible... Do you know how long I've waited to show off? [ with a throw of his hands, ] Ah, tch— Whatever. I don't care anymore. [ which is weird because they should??? these guys?? why are they so carefree??? ]

But I demand recompense. Offer your body heat to me and make up for your misdeeds or I can freeze you where you stand.

[ "sexual harassment"? what is that?? i don't know what you're talking about because this definitely isn't it?? ]

( ᴄ. ᴘʀɪᴇsᴛ ʀᴏᴜᴛᴇ – "you always did have a habit of looking for the things you can never find." )

[ as priest meets with a vision of the heroine (and she delivers words or phrases, innocuously akin to the initial prompt starter), similar to his fellow party members, he isn’t met with the typical sentiments of distress, anguish, or apprehension. rather, he’s regarding the entire farce with some vague touch of irrational… exasperation.

he’s annoyed of her having the gall to have physically strayed from him, and her continued efforts in leading him (as the rest of the group, he guesses??) astray as a result. now, they’re reunited within a similar manner as they had been back on the home front, in the form of pixel to pixel, but yet, she seems more elusive than ever??? with the brush of winter tremors, the shudder of the cold attached to his outer skin and sinking into the interior of his bones and nerves. or, at least that’s what it inevitably feels like— he wonders if he’s even properly focusing in on all of this. well, all in all—

to say he’s miffed by this whole experience isn’t anything less of a severe understatement. regardless, he speaks, his arms raising to idly rub at the back of his head. ] —? You’ve suddenly got some backbone to talk back like that after making me [ oresama?? ] go through all this trouble. [ he shakes his head a bit. ]

Well, if you really want forgiveness... [ no one said that??? either way, there’s a pause, before his lips curve upwards… as he tries to subdue a shudder. it’s freezing alright??? ] Strip for me. After all, that might improve my mood, if you know what I mean...

Starting from the bott— [ except, the second, he looks back up...

what the fuck??? where did she go? ] ... [ he exhales deeply. ]

( ᴅ. ʜᴀʀᴇᴍ ʀᴏᴜᴛᴇ – frozen; a faithful retelling by the dotkare cast )

[ despite being the notomes that they inexorably are, there are moments (far stretches and profound distances between, sure, but regardless—) in which they occasionally show some semblance of benevolence. of vague consideration and blah, blah, blah... monologue and meta here. but, basically, the point is, they’ve somehow involved themselves on some grand pursuit to show this vision some sign of compassion. perhaps, they’ve even, predictably, made some contest of it. ]

Obviously, you’re going to choose my robes, aren’t you? They’re warmed with more than just god’s touch. [ kills myself. there, that’s my dialogue contribution. ]

Warmed with more than just god’s touch… Who knows where he’s been and what he’s done with that robe? [ brothels. doing the do with it on. the works. ] Obviously you should go with my mantle instead. You’ll be filled by the thought of wearing a legendary hero’s garb alone.

Both of you... [ wizard looks at them both like??? how are we friends??? but i digress, he too is just bad. ] But in the end, religion and legend won't be enough to keep you warm. You should choose my cloak instead. Did you know? I've cast many enchantments on it. Warmth is not the only comfort it can provide.

[ as one would expect, this also involved... stripping themselves of their outer layers and handing it to her, in hopes that she would select a particular party member’s equipment over another’s...

kind of... like how if they weren’t all from the common route, she would have unavoidably plucked a single quest from the lot (thief isn’t an option, okok). would have bid and weighed her options and selected which grosso dude would basically go to the real world with her??? either way, it’s in the gesture of them removing their jackets and.. shoving it in the vision’s face, that it, of course, a fierce wind blows...

sending everything flying away and completely out of sight in the blizzard’s rage. ]

..............................

[ help. ]

( note: for the harem option, there won't be any tag order! we'll be tagging it separately, but you can expect thread jacks and the like because what are dotkares if not for cockblocking each other … )

Comments

[fxs]

It seems my spell didn't do anything for your foul mouth.

[ call him whatever you want?? it's not like she's the otome protag, he wants anyway. she's just the replacement who curses a lot for some reason. although wizard is less irritated by this fact and is visibly amused that while he didn't knock out her attitude, he seemed to have knock that mocking smirk of her smug pretty little face.

still, a joke is a joke and while he did seriously humor the idea that she could be the spawn of satan; he is a man of valiance. sort of. at times. after he finishes laughing internally, he offers out his hand. ]

Should I try again? [ his words not matching his intentions and not really caring about that either way. ]

[compossible]

[Look, she's just calling it like it is!! A dick must be called a dick.

She stands up without the use of his hand, brushing snow off of herself, and offers up the simple--]

Nah. I'm not interested.

[A moment later, she shakes her head, and adds--]

Did you need something? Or are you just standing around for the fun of it? [Because she wouldn't put either past him, and also harassing young women........]

[fxs]

[ wow, she's still rude. you're a dick.

but he pushed her with wind so he's not really offended, merely retracting his hand the moment she chooses to ignore it. if she doesn't want his help, fine. he'll remind himself never to give it to her. ]

I need my clothes back obviously. You know how much it's worth after all my enchantments? Something like that can't be bought. [ smug smirk goes here. ]

You'll help, won't you?

[ see what he does if she says no. just try it...

while wizard won't offer any of his assistance, he doesn't expect that in return. as she so neatly deduced, this falls under the umbrella of "harassing young woman" and as wizard notices, there's a young woman right in front of him. ]

[compossible]

[Good. Keep your smelly help to yourself.

Help..............

She arches an eyebrow in return, slowly crossing her arms.]

You lost your clothing through your own incompetence and you want me to help? Are you that worried that you can't get it done by yourself?

[fxs]

[ he rolls his eyes really hard. if his own comrades weren't this inexplicably rude to him, he'd probably resort back to pushing her in the snow like some pride-wounded kid on the playground. instead he sighs and squints really hard at her. ]

It's not that I can't get it done, it's because you owe me. Help or I'll give you incentive to.

[ how did he get to this conclusion? why is he threatening her? would it surprise her to know that that's basically how he treats his own otome protag???? but really if she doesn't tag along, he'll send her skirt off into the wind because he's... what's she labeled "a dick". ]