[you may talk to both unless you do something wild to scare wyll away somehow while things are happening here i don't know karlach's life...
But for now!! She can have a good time with the jungle juice and then go start with Daan. That is so valid of her. Daan is always getting into some shit. He looks up when she joins him, and though he doesn't smile, there's a certain amount of warmth in his expression as he moves to shut his book.
"You look like you're about to fall asleep." A very faintly amused observation. "Will you be alright out there tonight?"]
[YEAH WYLL JUST LIKE OH OOP WELL TIME FOR ME TO GO ACTUALLY MCDS CLOSES AT 3AM NOW GOODBYE.
Daan just looks at her and her very big grin, and there's still something a bit concerned and a bit stern there along with the fondness.
"I do, of course. I would trust you all with my life." And he probably has, given their line of work. It's not light, it's not easy, it certainly doesn't have high survival rates. "But surely you aren't telling me that I can't be concerned?"]
that feels good, though. almost more than the juice, more than anything, trust feels good. i trust you with my life, he says, and she's on cloud fucking nine, leaning over to rest her head on his shoulder.]
Nah. You can be. I always am about you. It's mutual. [it's not easy work. but it has to be done. the world is better for it, and she really, truly believes that.] Are you going out tonight?
There's nothing better than being trusted, though, huh? Kind of in the way that the people outside of the Society trust her to be there to help, right? Because she's reliable and dependable. The kind of person who would dive through fire just for the chance to save someone. Right? Of course. And she would! And she has, because she's a good person, and she's doing good in this terrible, corrupt world.
Daan reaches out with his book and taps it lightly on Karlach's knee.
"Not tonight, no. After the excitement at the market today, I have a feeling we'll be getting a few calls that are going to be a headache to field. No need to worry about what I'm getting up to in the dark for tonight, at least."]
[she's sooo reliable and dependable. she's a hero. just like she always wanted to be, when she was a child. she dreamed of being like all the people who have looked over this city and protected it, over and over. she wanted to be that. she is, now. right? she's a good person. she's saving people.
she hums, all loose and relaxed, and laughs a little at the tap on the knee.]
Okay. Good. [...] Stay safe anyway. Love you.
[and if he doesn't have much else to say, she'll pull herself to her feet to go find wyll.]
[Reliable... Dependable... Recently slathered in butter.
But she's all those things, and it's so easy to believe it all, especially in this moment when nothing hurts and everything is soft and wonderful and warm. It's a sure indicator that she's on the right path, right? Right.
Her laugh and kindness is met with a hand reaching out to rest briefly atop her head, the gesture gentle and full of affection.
"Of course," he says, with just the barest, thinnest little flicker of a smile, there and gone in a breath. "Do take care."
He'll let her meander off after that if she wishes, simply returning to his book. The way she's not going to take care and is in fact going to get fckin blasted.
Wyll, on the other hand, is hanging out at the table and waiting for Nehan to finish sorting supplies. He's got a gash across his forehead which is visible with his hood now down, and he looks over toward Karlach as she approaches, smiling.
"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Come, have a seat."
Join him as he waits his treatment that will be so much easier than hers.]
she meanders off! she will in fact get fuckin destroyed later but that's a problem for her in that moment. in this moment, she goes to see wyll. one of the best men she's ever met, reliable, steady, brave. the city is safer with him. the city, the... gate? no. what's that?
it doesn't matter. she eases down into a seat next to him, dizzy and awash with all the lights, and frowns slightly at the gash across his forehead. it's hard to focus, to be that concerned. but she tries.]
[SHE IS... (aerith voice) BAKES YOU BAKES YOU BAKES YOU
Wyll just smiles at her, wearing his warmth much more openly than Daan. He reaches out a little, nudging at her arm as if to nudge away the frown, too.
"Just a little spitfire of a demon who happened to have a weapon on him. You know me, nothing to worry about."]
[Demons, devils! She's only ever known one sort, surely. Surely? Well, no matter. No sense thinking too hard over it, or over anything else, when she could instead simply ride the drifting, warm high of a good medicine.
Wyll laughs, the sound just as warm as his smile.
"You'd think I'd get warmer welcomes for it, and yet!" And yet!! Damn demons! Ruining his lovely face!! Wild out there. He nods at the question, though.
"After all the noise at the market, it's best for me to keep away for a bit. Never been all that great at keeping to the backdrop, but a little caution never hurt anyone."]
[She got so buttered because of the market, my god.
He makes a bit of a face at that, exasperated and exhausted and frankly a little angry.
"I've only caught wind of it second-hand, so I don't know how accurate this is, but... The work you all did with that demon pair before? Some of ours were trying to collect them but couldn't get close enough with all the guards milling around. Call it a very poorly made distraction that could have taken out far too many innocent people. I don't think the fools even knew where the demons were before they started setting off their damned explosives."
Sometimes a 2 is rolled and everything goes downhill so fast.]
she nods a bit, when he mentions the demon pair, and then listens to the rest. she gazes at the explanation, too. ok,]
Gods. Well, I think I got some of them out, at least. So the innocents are fine, and the ones that deserved it are gone. [there's a little bit of pride to that. she's doing good work...]
He seems to agree with these brackets, though! The smile on his face is proud, because protecting the innocents is protecting the nation, and who are they if not protectors of exactly that?
"You've done good work again. I take it that's why you look like you've been through an oil bath at a bakery?" A light jest, but the worry is also clear. Stop... Stop it with the butter burns... The way yall really friendly fired on each other with that fire roll.]
Yeah, I don't even know what happened, there was just suddenly a fire and butter everywhere. I feel like roast beef. [gross] S'alright, it doesn't hurt.
[Who put this fire and this butter all over the place... Goddamn. Well, at least she can feel like roast beef with Yuffie!
"Even if that's the case, be sure not to aggravate your burns when you go out. If you give them extra work, Nehan or Daan will finish what that butter started."
He's still giving her BUTTER BURNS a look-over, though, even if she's likely had them treated by their two whole doctors. Damn why did the Society get the lion's share of people who can patch you fuckers up.]
[Daan's really going to take a book to everyone's noggins out here... But she's safe. FOR NOW. Until later and then no one is safe WHY ARE YOU ALL LIKE THIS.
"Haven't heard of any particularly nasty thing running about. Just keep your head down around the market, even at night. Those useless Royal Guards are surely hanging around like gnats."
The Corps are made up of good, proactive people who want to protect the nation and keep the populace safe, but the Royal Guard only cares about the Royal Family, unsurprisingly. They're more concerned with protecting the reputation of the Royals and maintaining peace even in the face of dangerous situations, all for the sake of making it look like things are still under control.]
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But for now!! She can have a good time with the jungle juice and then go start with Daan. That is so valid of her. Daan is always getting into some shit. He looks up when she joins him, and though he doesn't smile, there's a certain amount of warmth in his expression as he moves to shut his book.
"You look like you're about to fall asleep." A very faintly amused observation. "Will you be alright out there tonight?"]
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no, for now, she grins at daan.]
I feel good. [that sure is all of her teeth in that grin, just real big and wide.] I'll be fine. You trust me?
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Daan just looks at her and her very big grin, and there's still something a bit concerned and a bit stern there along with the fondness.
"I do, of course. I would trust you all with my life." And he probably has, given their line of work. It's not light, it's not easy, it certainly doesn't have high survival rates. "But surely you aren't telling me that I can't be concerned?"]
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that feels good, though. almost more than the juice, more than anything, trust feels good. i trust you with my life, he says, and she's on cloud fucking nine, leaning over to rest her head on his shoulder.]
Nah. You can be. I always am about you. It's mutual. [it's not easy work. but it has to be done. the world is better for it, and she really, truly believes that.] Are you going out tonight?
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There's nothing better than being trusted, though, huh? Kind of in the way that the people outside of the Society trust her to be there to help, right? Because she's reliable and dependable. The kind of person who would dive through fire just for the chance to save someone. Right? Of course. And she would! And she has, because she's a good person, and she's doing good in this terrible, corrupt world.
Daan reaches out with his book and taps it lightly on Karlach's knee.
"Not tonight, no. After the excitement at the market today, I have a feeling we'll be getting a few calls that are going to be a headache to field. No need to worry about what I'm getting up to in the dark for tonight, at least."]
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she hums, all loose and relaxed, and laughs a little at the tap on the knee.]
Okay. Good. [...] Stay safe anyway. Love you.
[and if he doesn't have much else to say, she'll pull herself to her feet to go find wyll.]
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But she's all those things, and it's so easy to believe it all, especially in this moment when nothing hurts and everything is soft and wonderful and warm. It's a sure indicator that she's on the right path, right? Right.
Her laugh and kindness is met with a hand reaching out to rest briefly atop her head, the gesture gentle and full of affection.
"Of course," he says, with just the barest, thinnest little flicker of a smile, there and gone in a breath. "Do take care."
He'll let her meander off after that if she wishes, simply returning to his book. The way she's not going to take care and is in fact going to get fckin blasted.
Wyll, on the other hand, is hanging out at the table and waiting for Nehan to finish sorting supplies. He's got a gash across his forehead which is visible with his hood now down, and he looks over toward Karlach as she approaches, smiling.
"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Come, have a seat."
Join him as he waits his treatment that will be so much easier than hers.]
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she meanders off! she will in fact get fuckin destroyed later but that's a problem for her in that moment. in this moment, she goes to see wyll. one of the best men she's ever met, reliable, steady, brave. the city is safer with him. the city, the... gate? no. what's that?
it doesn't matter. she eases down into a seat next to him, dizzy and awash with all the lights, and frowns slightly at the gash across his forehead. it's hard to focus, to be that concerned. but she tries.]
You alright? What got you?
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Wyll just smiles at her, wearing his warmth much more openly than Daan. He reaches out a little, nudging at her arm as if to nudge away the frown, too.
"Just a little spitfire of a demon who happened to have a weapon on him. You know me, nothing to worry about."]
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something, somewhere, thinks - demons. devils. and then goes silent.]
Yeah, yeah, we all know you're a hotshot. [teasing.] You done for the night?
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Wyll laughs, the sound just as warm as his smile.
"You'd think I'd get warmer welcomes for it, and yet!" And yet!! Damn demons! Ruining his lovely face!! Wild out there. He nods at the question, though.
"After all the noise at the market, it's best for me to keep away for a bit. Never been all that great at keeping to the backdrop, but a little caution never hurt anyone."]
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What the fuck even happened there, by the way? Do you know? [she got buttered because of the market she is curious]
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He makes a bit of a face at that, exasperated and exhausted and frankly a little angry.
"I've only caught wind of it second-hand, so I don't know how accurate this is, but... The work you all did with that demon pair before? Some of ours were trying to collect them but couldn't get close enough with all the guards milling around. Call it a very poorly made distraction that could have taken out far too many innocent people. I don't think the fools even knew where the demons were before they started setting off their damned explosives."
Sometimes a 2 is rolled and everything goes downhill so fast.]
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she nods a bit, when he mentions the demon pair, and then listens to the rest. she gazes at the explanation, too. ok,]
Gods. Well, I think I got some of them out, at least. So the innocents are fine, and the ones that deserved it are gone. [there's a little bit of pride to that. she's doing good work...]
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He seems to agree with these brackets, though! The smile on his face is proud, because protecting the innocents is protecting the nation, and who are they if not protectors of exactly that?
"You've done good work again. I take it that's why you look like you've been through an oil bath at a bakery?" A light jest, but the worry is also clear. Stop... Stop it with the butter burns... The way yall really friendly fired on each other with that fire roll.]
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Yeah, I don't even know what happened, there was just suddenly a fire and butter everywhere. I feel like roast beef. [gross] S'alright, it doesn't hurt.
[because she is high as fuck. yaaaay.]
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"Even if that's the case, be sure not to aggravate your burns when you go out. If you give them extra work, Nehan or Daan will finish what that butter started."
He's still giving her BUTTER BURNS a look-over, though, even if she's likely had them treated by their two whole doctors. Damn why did the Society get the lion's share of people who can patch you fuckers up.]
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[a little giggle, though.]
Thanks, Wyll. [leans forward and presses a kiss to his cheek.] I'll be careful. Anything I should be watching for?
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"Haven't heard of any particularly nasty thing running about. Just keep your head down around the market, even at night. Those useless Royal Guards are surely hanging around like gnats."
The Corps are made up of good, proactive people who want to protect the nation and keep the populace safe, but the Royal Guard only cares about the Royal Family, unsurprisingly. They're more concerned with protecting the reputation of the Royals and maintaining peace even in the face of dangerous situations, all for the sake of making it look like things are still under control.]
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[she sighs, tilting backwards in her chair. she can't be upset about it too long though. literally! she is doing great.
a hum, and then:] Yeah. Yeah, alright. I'll keep my head down. See you later, Wyll.
[and she'll pull herself up to go do work for the night.]