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[levindicated]

Continued from here…

[Cid starts his drunken walk home. He’s no stranger to this activity, his mind abuzz with liquor and excitement from earlier. Even in his intoxication he heeds Ororo’s hesitance to go all the way on the mansion’s grounds. He walks until he can’t even see the grounds anymore, cock still throbbing in his waistband.]

[He takes one more look back as he stands in the gentle summer breeze. This is far enough, right? His thighs tense as he replays the events from earlier over and over in his drunken mind. He tucks himself between a few trees, leaning up as he pulls himself out of his linen shorts and tight spandex bathing suit. He spits on his palm and sighs, conjuring her scent…]

[odinpusrex]

Cidolfus...

[The voice may be soft in its judgment, but it is loud against the silence of the night. As sudden and surprising as a flash across the black expanse of the sunless sky, sudden and overwhelming in its contrast—but perhaps even its proximity. It sounds as if it is being whispered in his ear from lips that were mere millimeters from the shell of it, but there is no breath that accompanies it, no warmth that encases the timbre of Barnabas' voice.

Should Cid look around for the source, he will find Barnabas standing not far from him, but certainly not as close as his voice would have implied otherwise. His steel-blue eyes locked on him, his expression one of solemn judgment. Clearly he's waiting for some manner of explanation, though in truth, Barnabas has more to explain than Cid at this point.

Just what the hell is he doing here this late at night, anyway?]

After the race

[levindicated]

[Of course Cid cheers and whoops as his team crosses the finish line. He slaps backs and congratulates everyone before taking up a couple beers as his opportunity to slip away… to corner Barnabas. He doesn’t wait long, he knows how far Barnabas can get in the blink of an eye.]

Hey! That was some great driving out there. Hard to imagine you’ve only done it for a handful of months. Not gonna stick around and celebrate?

[odinpusrex]

[Of course Cidolfus would seek him out. How long has it been since last they encountered one another so directly? Certainly Barnabas has kept an eye on him, as is his wont, but this is different. That he should be so foolish as to let him corner him like this...well, perhaps some part of him yearned for the confrontation.

A foolish part that will not seem to die.

His brow pinches slightly as he looks at him, his grey eyes dark in the shadows of his wavy hair.]

What is there to celebrate? The task is complete, there is no glory in it.

[No glory in failure, anyway.]

voice | un: vsmith

[banworthy]

Hey, neighbor. I'm worried about Heathcliff. What are we going to do with her?

voice

[odinpusrex]

[Every fiber of Barnabas' being considers ignoring him, because he is not remotely worried about the behemoth, nor does he care to comfort Vincent. Yet, he chooses to answer, for some reason.]

If Aurora wishes for us to leave Etraya behind, then she will assume the burden of caring for that which we must go without.

[A beat.]

You have grown much attached to it.

Action;

[levindicated]

[After openly flirting on the network with him, Cid decides to pay him a visit. Easy enough; they’re in the same castle after all. He must be in a good mood, he even knocks on Barnabas’ door before he sees himself inside.]

Your majesty.

Action;

[odinpusrex]

[Is Barnabas ever in a good mood?

Well, he's in less of a bad one, at least. As Cid walks in, he will find Barnabas seated at the table near the fireplace, back to the door. The flames inside are more like crackling embers, really, just enough to glow and give off modest light and heat. He is dressed in his usual attired, it seems no prayer was had today, and while he does not drink, there is a bottle of wine and two goblets present.

He does not look to Cidolfus, but he does gesture with his hand for him to join him, a casual curl of his fingers over his shoulder, before his hand rests upon the table before him, his dark gaze focused on the crackling fire.]

Camp

[levindicated]

[In the free time right after dinner, Cid decides to corner Barnabas. For once, he’s got eyes on him, and he’s not too busy with his own campers.]

Hey-

[As he moves around Barnabas to cut him off, but keep walking with him so he doesn’t get trampled or left behind.]

Why don’t you come out tonight with the counselors?

[odinpusrex]

[Barnabas isn't surprised Cid is trying to coax him into breaking the curfew, but he knows that Cid knows better. Sparing him a momentary glance, he continues along his path towards his upcoming duty: flag lowering.]

That is simple, Cidolfus. I am not a counselor.

text | un: bahamut

[oblige]

Odin.

When you've a moment, there is a matter I would discuss with you.

[ Dion opts for text, deeming this method most polite. He surmises that he would only receive a response if and when Barnabas is inclined, but he'll attempt to show some consideration regardless. ]

text | un: josssweden

[odinpusrex]

[Dion received a response immediately, despite Barnabas not caring much for this avenue for communication.]

What seek you of me, Bahamut?

@jaycetalis | AUDIO!! (timey-wimey date/time) ➞ @josssweden

[hexcope]

Hey... Barnabas.

[Ugh. Why is he even trying here? Because Barnabas takes missions seriously, and can turn into a giant knight. It's not a bad person to have on call. It just... suuuuuuucks...]

I'm putting together a contact sheet. Some of us arrived here with abilities we didn't have before, likely to aid us in this mission. Should I assume you still have the ones you already have, and could we count on you to be reachable, if someone needs back-up?

AUDIO!!

[odinpusrex]

[Jayce's good faith is almost wasted as Barnabas nearly decides to ignore the message entirely. However, Jayce is right in that Barnabas ever takes missions seriously, and this one so happens to suggest a need for cooperation in achieving their goal, thus his endeavor does not fail.]

Jayce Talis.

[There's a beat, then he continues.]

My abilities as the Dominant of Odin and Warden of Darkness are unchanged. If you and yours are unable to bear the weight of what this world demands, you may call upon me.

[ text ] un: SleepNear

[quibblingfunctionary]

𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝒿𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓎
I bear intelligence to yield unto you. Where might we meet to dispense with what we know?

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[odinpusrex]

[This mode of communication is only made bearable by the fact it is from his beloved Lord Commander...]

At present I am surveying the populace. Yet, for such matters, we may rendezvous at our abode.

[After all, whatever Sleipnir has to give him is infinitely more important than watching for the lawlessness of the wretched.]

text | un: bahamut

[oblige]

It seems there is some confusion regarding "Joss Sweden". I've no doubt that was not of your choosing.

As I've yet to repay you for driving lessons, would you accept assistance with your user name?

[odinpusrex]

[...]

It was not my choosing, though it does not aggrieve me. Desire you a more accurate distinction for my presence upon the network, Bahamut?

Text | un: CliveRosfield - Sent a week and a half after returning from Earth

[herofhopeless]

I have a question for you, and I'd rather ask it in person. May I come over?

Text»Action | un: Odin

[odinpusrex]

[He nearly ignores this entirely. Nearly, but chooses against it. Lets blame curiosity..]

Ravenwit Walls.

[That is all he sends. He will be waiting before the gate, dressed in his usual ensemble, his intense gaze shifting only when he notices movement worthy of his attention. Thus fixated with crushing focus that most men might find their blood freeze in their veins upon being subject to its scrutiny.

Mythos, however, is probably getting used to it.]

text | un: finch

[ornithologist]

[ Taking place post-mission, after Accelerator's death, and on the basis of these threads as well as his own conversation with Jayce. Harold can't be sure this is the right course of action or even that it was one of them that killed Accelerator, but he can't just sit around while he waits for him to come back to life. ]

I apologize for the abrupt nature of this communication, sir, but it is my hope that I can resolve a difficult situation with you.

You may already be aware that your vassal (if that is the correct term) was tortured and killed by Accelerator on the mission before the last, while many of us were affected by the anomaly on the other Earth. Although I do not attempt to defend or offer justification for his actions, I believe that he would not have committed them in his right mind.

He was killed at the end of this last mission in a manner that makes me believe it was possibly retaliation for his actions against Sleipnir.

Are you able to confirm or deny this?

text | un: Odin

[odinpusrex]

[He is not fully surprised that one would conclude Sleipnir had something to do with Accelerator's death, after all, Sleipnir had reported the very thing to him. He is surprised, however, to have Harold reach out to himm like this. Surprised, and suspicious of the intent.]

You are correct in your assumption of my awareness for what transpired betwixt Accelerator and my Lord Commander on Earth.

Your conclusion of Accelerator's character is one that aligns well enough with my own observation. However, ere I grant you the answer you seek, I would seek my own.

What justice do you intend towards the one responsible?

Halloween Party Peeping

[odinpusrex]

[Link the threads you want Barnabas to have been spying on here!]

[levindicated]

[Barnabas should just know to expect him at this point. Cid wouldn’t have missed it, even with the disorientation of moving from Auriel back to Etraya. Of all the times to be so dour, the beginning of Yule was strange enough, even for someone as strange as Barnabas himself.]

[But that strangeness was to be considered. He often didn’t seem to enjoy anything that could be procured, but the habit was far too ingrained in Cid not to. He comes up to his door, knocking for once. While he may ordinarily see himself indoors, he now held a horse skull up high, the repurposed sheet shrouding his form and the basket in his hand.]

[odinpusrex]

[He knows who it is on the other side of that door, the skull nor the sheet will not hide the aetheric register that he's known for over two decades. The knock is utterly perfunctory, and it does little to help his mood. Yet, he still rises from his place by the window to walk over to it all the same. He doesn't name it curiosity, that which spurs him to answer the door, but he also cares not to name what it is that does.

Too vulnerable a thing, that.

However, as he opens the door, he pauses halfway as only one eye is visible beyond the wood of it as he glowers at the skull which greets him.]

Taking part in the festivities, are we?

[There's a beat, then a breath through his nose. The door remains half open, and not a centimeter more.]

Very well...