[ LOOK AT US LOOK AT US... not only are we bad with catching murderers but we were banned from the kitchen. at least, this time, we were allowed to come back to one of those places with successs.
anyway, law will be sitting at one of the tables with a moderately large selection of food around him. all of them are of eastern asia origin because this man hates bread and this is exactly how he'll roll. does he look bothered by the results of trial or about the deaths??
[ law will share his foodsies since he knows that childe was also deprived of food just like him. help yourself to ramen, udon, mapo tofu + rice, curries + rice, takoyaki, and you know.... the rest. look he's a one piece. ]
Childe's got a room to himself, now, which means it's obviously the ideal place to have sensitive discussions. So sometime during the day, Law will get a simple text!]
[ some people have ALL the luck in the world and law doesn't get many texts so he's surprised by this one. though he doesn't need much more to it to have an idea of what it was likely going to be about. ]
ok.
[ and cue law moseying over towards childe's room in a moderately decide pace. he doesn't want to seem like he's too eager or too hesitant. also, he hasn't quite figured out the whole deal with memories yet.
should provide for a fun time. but. yes. hewwoo and knock knock... one doctor at your service. ]
[Yeah, Childe doesn't text much either--but that's because he doesn't trust phones at all. Hah. As if they have any secrecy in this place whatsoever.
That is to say, Childe opens the door for him, and quickly steps back to let him inside. Quickly, because he's hoping to shut the door before the memory, whatever it may be--
"Again."
He's so tired.
It's been over two months, by now. She taught him how to track the days, in a strange world with no true light; he can do that instinctively, now, just like he can traverse unseen paths. Just like he's managed to get the beasts and unnatural creatures to shy away from him, now that he's become known for stirring up trouble. For adventuring into the darkest depths of this place, where he's been expressly forbidden to go. A human, an outsider--but not prey. Not under her wing.
He gets up, adjusting his grip on his weapon. It's the double blades again, today. (And the boy that he is, a mere 14, has no Vision yet, only solid weaponry she's been generous to provide him with.) She's not satisfied with his progress yet. She's facing him with a shortsword that looks unusually rusty, and his task is to disarm her.
His legs are burning, but he darts forward. He feels comfortable with these weapons, but when he swings at her as hard as he can, she simply clucks her tongue in disapproval. She disarms him within seconds, sweeping his feet out from under him and knocking him to the ground. It's oddly soft, like shadows made solid.
"Pull back your strength. Again."
He wears scars, now, though not as many as his father. Not yet.
Ambition burns in his heart, though. Ambition, and a sense of mischief too dark to be called innocent. It's a thirst for chaos, really--a craving for a challenge. For more.
But Archons, is he tired. He lifts his head to look at her.
"I c--"
The hilt of the sword comes down on his back, hard. He hisses out a breath, but he doesn't cry out in pain. He's conquered that instinct.
"Warriors do not say 'I can't.' You can. Again."
He knows, from experience, that she will not stop. Not until he passes out, or succeeds in doing what she's asked of him. The Abyss is not a place of rest, of comfort, of gently and steadily growing a skill. It is a place only for those willing to smash through their limits. A place for those who thrive in darkness.
He gets to his feet again, ignoring his body's protests. Her expression doesn't change, and she stands, waiting.
He's been aiming for her hands. This time, he draws back his arm--
--and drops down, slashing at her feet.
It's enough to catch her off guard, only for a second. But it's a second he takes advantage of. She jumps back, and in the moment her focus isn't on her grip, he drives one blade into the unnatural ground, using it as leverage as he swings the other upwards in a wide arc. Her footing isn't steady enough to jump back again; she blocks automatically, but he hits his mark, the tip of his blade slashing across the back of her fingers.
The sword falls from her grip. She's unarmed. He kicks her back anyway.
He isn't quite strong enough to make her fall, but she stumbles. He snatches up the shortsword, leaving the other blade embedded in the ground, and stands before her, eyes burning. Challenging. She straightens up, looks at the blood on the back of her fingers, and nods.
hmm. as the memory plays out it certainly isn't that surprising to him in what he experiences. rather, in the life that childe has lived. the brutality of being pushed so far at such a young age. it feels familiar. the abuse; the training... they're memories that combine with his own. memories that childe can witness for himself while law relives a version of his own personal molding.
a child of 14 and a child of 10... both being shaped into becoming something far the normal image of youths their age. however, the difference seems a bit more to law that the spare sprinkling of warmth he received from his teachers was not equally shared with the training childe experienced.
...the matter now is what to say. should he say something? law will wait inside the room and in front of the door as it closes. ]
[WELL. Hi murder + medbay buddy. Presumably Law left before Childe did, since Childe was actually, y'know, healing inside one of those healing pods, but Childe will come find him anyway. He, uh, has a skeleton for a left hand at the moment, but it doesn't seem to hurt too much? It's probably fine.
[ yeah law left and decided to wander around as soon as the announcements were made? he'll be vibing in the biome looking at the roses with a mostly blank expression on his face. he'll turn to greet childe with his eyes focused on his hand for sure.
[ is it really fine? actually, it is pretty fine all things considered so he's not really that angry. also because there is something else that is mattering to him at this exact moment. ]
Have you heard the news then?
[ law doing his best to be indifferent but we all know what i'm feeling oocly. it's fine though. ]
Looks like three people were killed time; one of them being someone we talked about before.
[ now that we've hashed details!! law won't mind moseying to the simulation room all things considered. maybe he can teleport himself that can trick him to believing that he isn't in this place for a few hours.
or he can find childe. both are acceptable; actually finding childe would be more than acceptable given some of the gears that have kicked it into over-drive at this point. ]
Hey.
[ now what would childe be doing... more fighty? ]
[Childe is always doing more fighty, honestly. Today he's practicing with the bow again--mostly because it's nice to have his grip strength back with his dos hands, after last time. He glances over as Law enters, firing one last arrow before he returns the bow to his back.]
That took a while, didn't it? [The execution, he means. God. Both of them were exhausting.]
[ real questions, is he throwing the arrow or not....... childe. your auto-attack??? not that law cares as he's actually kind of glad to know that childe is in good working order again. ]
I didn't bother showing up.
[ law, your emotions. he'll stand to the side with his arms crossed. ] But it sounded like it was taking a while for all of you.
[ there was a monologe of sorts? people needing therapy (whatever that is). ]
There's no reply, but Childe will seek him out, wherever he is in public. He claps a hand on Law's shoulder, nodding in the general direction of sleep bay. TO HIS ROOM, LAW, let's not get caught chatting about moida in public.]
[ to the point and the best way to arrange a very important meet up with few words! it's great!! though once they make it into childe's room securely with all of the doors shut, law will get right to the point.
after all, there's no real reason to beat around the bush about this stuff. they just need to make sure the walls don't have ears. ]
I won't tell you exactly who so you can avoid being directly involved, but I'm definitely making my move given the little announcement made by Sasazuka earlier.
It went pretty well, I think. [ as well as a murder can go??? ] It'll depend on how closely the others will want to look at the evidence and how much overlap they'll be between the two.
[ he'll roll up his sleeves and show off faded/faint scratch nail marks in his forearms and then several bite marks on his hands, equally faded as well. the last thing to really note is how the tips of his fingers are stained a faint red color... ]
He left me some nasty reminders even after my dip in the healing pod.
Hopefully there will be enough crossover to cover your tracks.
[Assuming Law didn't go extra wild and kill them both? Though tbh Childe wouldn't care much if he did. He looks over Law's hands, though, brow furrowed. The injuries are faded enough that they shouldn't be a problem, but those stains...]
[ this can be set after the townhall so they can have more information to work with. also law may or may not have his notebook because wriggle fingers at steven. either way, welcome to casa de stelaw. your standard two bedroom apartment with a slight luxurious spin because graveyard upgrades. ]
[Childe may or may not be in the stupid fucking shirt that Mahito thrust at him, I don't know yet. I've also finally decided that he has heart pupils and lil rainbow wings. Adorable.
He also has a bottle of vodka from the bar and some glasses that he's brought with, because death kinda sucks and they need a drink.]
[ well, this is a judgement free zone. law had lil fangs and gold flakes in his eyes so that's pretty mild as far as things go. rip everyone else who has more notable traits.
vodka is supported and law can bring out glasses so they can be civilized for it. ]
I never asked for his name after our first introduction, but I know his face. I also know what he went to look for that Thursday where he and the others came back injured.
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wk 1; saturday, post trial
anyway, law will be sitting at one of the tables with a moderately large selection of food around him. all of them are of eastern asia origin because this man hates bread and this is exactly how he'll roll. does he look bothered by the results of trial or about the deaths??
...not...really..... ]
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Also yeah Childe doesn't look the slightest bit upset about the trial or the deaths. Instead he's jsut perking up at the sight of all this FOOD.]
Oh, that's a good idea. [He is also hungry. Will Law share his foodsies...]
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So, you weren't able to get in at all, huh?
[ what about trial? what about trial?? ]
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Also thank you Law!! He will take some curry because he can eat it with a spoon. He has chopsticks in his pocket? It's fine.]
No, not at all. [A SIGH.] I'm grateful that's over now.
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mY "there/they/their" fail
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week 2, monday
Childe's got a room to himself, now, which means it's obviously the ideal place to have sensitive discussions. So sometime during the day, Law will get a simple text!]
Come on over.
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ok.
[ and cue law moseying over towards childe's room in a moderately decide pace. he doesn't want to seem like he's too eager or too hesitant. also, he hasn't quite figured out the whole deal with memories yet.
should provide for a fun time. but. yes. hewwoo and knock knock... one doctor at your service. ]
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That is to say, Childe opens the door for him, and quickly steps back to let him inside. Quickly, because he's hoping to shut the door before the memory, whatever it may be--
"Again."
He's so tired.
It's been over two months, by now. She taught him how to track the days, in a strange world with no true light; he can do that instinctively, now, just like he can traverse unseen paths. Just like he's managed to get the beasts and unnatural creatures to shy away from him, now that he's become known for stirring up trouble. For adventuring into the darkest depths of this place, where he's been expressly forbidden to go. A human, an outsider--but not prey. Not under her wing.
He gets up, adjusting his grip on his weapon. It's the double blades again, today. (And the boy that he is, a mere 14, has no Vision yet, only solid weaponry she's been generous to provide him with.) She's not satisfied with his progress yet. She's facing him with a shortsword that looks unusually rusty, and his task is to disarm her.
His legs are burning, but he darts forward. He feels comfortable with these weapons, but when he swings at her as hard as he can, she simply clucks her tongue in disapproval. She disarms him within seconds, sweeping his feet out from under him and knocking him to the ground. It's oddly soft, like shadows made solid.
"Pull back your strength. Again."
He wears scars, now, though not as many as his father. Not yet.
Ambition burns in his heart, though. Ambition, and a sense of mischief too dark to be called innocent. It's a thirst for chaos, really--a craving for a challenge. For more.
But Archons, is he tired. He lifts his head to look at her.
"I c--"
The hilt of the sword comes down on his back, hard. He hisses out a breath, but he doesn't cry out in pain. He's conquered that instinct.
"Warriors do not say 'I can't.' You can. Again."
He knows, from experience, that she will not stop. Not until he passes out, or succeeds in doing what she's asked of him. The Abyss is not a place of rest, of comfort, of gently and steadily growing a skill. It is a place only for those willing to smash through their limits. A place for those who thrive in darkness.
He gets to his feet again, ignoring his body's protests. Her expression doesn't change, and she stands, waiting.
He's been aiming for her hands. This time, he draws back his arm--
--and drops down, slashing at her feet.
It's enough to catch her off guard, only for a second. But it's a second he takes advantage of. She jumps back, and in the moment her focus isn't on her grip, he drives one blade into the unnatural ground, using it as leverage as he swings the other upwards in a wide arc. Her footing isn't steady enough to jump back again; she blocks automatically, but he hits his mark, the tip of his blade slashing across the back of her fingers.
The sword falls from her grip. She's unarmed. He kicks her back anyway.
He isn't quite strong enough to make her fall, but she stumbles. He snatches up the shortsword, leaving the other blade embedded in the ground, and stands before her, eyes burning. Challenging. She straightens up, looks at the blood on the back of her fingers, and nods.
"You're ready."
--slips out.]
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hmm. as the memory plays out it certainly isn't that surprising to him in what he experiences. rather, in the life that childe has lived. the brutality of being pushed so far at such a young age. it feels familiar. the abuse; the training... they're memories that combine with his own. memories that childe can witness for himself while law relives a version of his own personal molding.
a child of 14 and a child of 10... both being shaped into becoming something far the normal image of youths their age. however, the difference seems a bit more to law that the spare sprinkling of warmth he received from his teachers was not equally shared with the training childe experienced.
...the matter now is what to say. should he say something? law will wait inside the room and in front of the door as it closes. ]
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w2, friday
He'll at least wave with his other hand!]
How are you doing, comrade?
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the one he isn't waving. ]
Good enough. [ hahaha? ] How's your hand?
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It's alright. I'll go finish healing it later, but I wanted to stay informed.
[He needed to know if he had to care about who was dead or not.]
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Have you heard the news then?
[ law doing his best to be indifferent but we all know what i'm feeling oocly. it's fine though. ]
Looks like three people were killed time; one of them being someone we talked about before.
[ vlad. ]
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wk 2; sunday
or he can find childe. both are acceptable; actually finding childe would be more than acceptable given some of the gears that have kicked it into over-drive at this point. ]
Hey.
[ now what would childe be doing... more fighty? ]
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That took a while, didn't it? [The execution, he means. God. Both of them were exhausting.]
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I didn't bother showing up.
[ law, your emotions. he'll stand to the side with his arms crossed. ] But it sounded like it was taking a while for all of you.
[ there was a monologe of sorts? people needing therapy (whatever that is). ]
Did you all learn anything interesting?
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He shakes his head.]
Not at all. Endorsi left. [She's valid.]
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wk 3; tuesday
corazon
I've decided to make my move.
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There's no reply, but Childe will seek him out, wherever he is in public. He claps a hand on Law's shoulder, nodding in the general direction of sleep bay. TO HIS ROOM, LAW, let's not get caught chatting about moida in public.]
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after all, there's no real reason to beat around the bush about this stuff. they just need to make sure the walls don't have ears. ]
I won't tell you exactly who so you can avoid being directly involved, but I'm definitely making my move given the little announcement made by Sasazuka earlier.
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w3, friday
How'd it go? [Without telling him too many of the details. Whatchu need, bro.]
i'm so sorry pixi..............
It went pretty well, I think. [ as well as a murder can go??? ] It'll depend on how closely the others will want to look at the evidence and how much overlap they'll be between the two.
[ he'll roll up his sleeves and show off faded/faint scratch nail marks in his forearms and then several bite marks on his hands, equally faded as well. the last thing to really note is how the tips of his fingers are stained a faint red color... ]
He left me some nasty reminders even after my dip in the healing pod.
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[Assuming Law didn't go extra wild and kill them both? Though tbh Childe wouldn't care much if he did. He looks over Law's hands, though, brow furrowed. The injuries are faded enough that they shouldn't be a problem, but those stains...]
Did you try and wash that off already?
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wk 6; monday
How frequently did you speak with Pride?
[ you know, once childe has settled in. ]
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He also has a bottle of vodka from the bar and some glasses that he's brought with, because death kinda sucks and they need a drink.]
Enough to know his name and face.
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vodka is supported and law can bring out glasses so they can be civilized for it. ]
I never asked for his name after our first introduction, but I know his face. I also know what he went to look for that Thursday where he and the others came back injured.
[ sorry pride. ]
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