You float in a void--darkness around you, above, below, in every direction, nothing. You stand on nothing, you even breathe nothing. But you do not feel in danger, you are not suffocating. You are simply existing in… Nothing.
Crow | Towa | Dusk | 80H | Rufus
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He's immediately picking it up and poking it for weaknesses.]
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The town may be familiar to you, though there have been many changes. It’s snowing a little, and the baron’s mansion and the little garden in front is the same. The general store, the inn, the Phoenix Wings, the snowboarding course, the church, the foot bath are all there. There’s more modern additions, ones you wouldn’t recognize. But this place is a mix of unfamiliar and familiar. It’s certainly Ymir, and there’s a peacefulness to the sleepy village that seems not to change.
Something warm leans against your leg and a dog looks up at you, it looks like Badeaux. Or maybe one of his descendants. It’s hard to say, the features, like the village, are hard to pin down.
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Of course it'd be something like this.
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He's gonna wander around, though. See if there's any immediately clear things he could fuck with.]
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"Ah. Lord Rufus. It's been a long time."
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He's thinking "fuck off" at Rean but he's also just smiling pleasantly.]
So it has. I hope I find you well.
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Teo smiles gently and inclines his head.
"I need to put Arthur to the stable, but would you like to join me inside for some tea?"
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[Animals are better than people, anyway.]
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He'll lead the way, and the dog will follow. Putting Arthur up is just normal horse nonsense, and Teo doesn't bring up anything that isn't... Well. Horse nonsense. Asking Rufus for the curry comb or handing him the tack to hang up. Just mundane stuff.
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Goddess. Why did Rean get two cool dads and Rufus got none? It's SO LAME he's so jealous he could just die.]
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"Thanks for the help. Next time you should come hunting with me again."
But he's going to head for the manor.
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[And he would, actually, if it wouldn't also be repeatedly stabbing himself in the heart.
Speaking of which, when talking to "himself" he tried very hard not to think about who else should have a fragment wandering around in here, but with Teo that's a lot harder.
He'd ask, but what would he even say to that man at this point? It's better to avoid asking, so he'll just politely follow Teo around.]
I wonder... did you live well in the end?
[After all that happened, if Rean became a divine knight, did his family do alright? Did Rufus' family do alright? It's a lot to think on.]
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"I like to hope so."
There's already hot tea in the sitting room waiting for them.
"Make yourself comfortable."
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[He'll sit! It's been a really long time since they've just... talked. Even back then he was always scheming something, always thinking, and this isn't the real Teo now, but part of Rufus still wants to do or say something about it. Like, maybe apologize for his part in things. But that's beyond his comfort zone so he won't.]
What is this place meant to represent, then?
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"Home. Family. Nostalgia. A place that can't really be returned to. As well as the foundation of who Rean is. We all grow up, but in the end, if you want to know what influenced his... nosiness, this is probably one of the beginnings.
Giliath isn't here. But he is in this heart. If you wish to see him you can."
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Rufus goes quiet for a moment, awkwardly, before taking his cup and sipping at it to distract himself.]
I don't think that would be prudent, as much as I appreciate your introducing us before.
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Teo smiles, a kind of complicated expression.
"What can I do for you, Rufus?"
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[Unfortunately!]
I have a mind to make him less meddlesome. In its own way it should help. He can focus on himself if he's not being so annoying all the time.
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"I wonder if you will. It's not beyond your capabilities, but it may be beyond your wishes.
His meddling stems from love, after all."
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