[ It doesn't take long for Hector to get up and wander over to Guild Name, per Owen's request. He's pretty eager, in all honesty; he'll take any excuse to show off to a pretty twink.
(That odd nagging feeling that he knows Owen, in ways he can't place, doesn't go away, either. Maybe it's time to test?)
So he sends Owen a party invite and gently raps on the door. He's not sure if the guild is open, but he's opting for caution. He has manners, you know! ]
[Can’t believe Owen is getting the birthday gift of a hot guy lifting him like a sack of potatoes.
It’s not Owen who opens the door, though, but a smaller than usual guild grunty wearing a white cloak with a purple lining. It looks up at Hector with the closest thing. grunty can manage for a smile, and motions him in.]
H-hello, wan… Owen is here and told me you would be coming, and to get the door if he was still busy, wan…
[The grunty ushers Hector in, before scampering off into the guild hall. There’s not much to see in the hall, but Hector is free to look. It’s just all very bare, as if Owen simply left everything in the entryway to be the default.
Moments later Owen enters the hall, with Sweets Grunty propped on his hip like a small child.]
[ He's here to provide!! Even if he doesn't know it's Owen's birthday!
Hector grins down at Sweets Grunty, offering it a little wave and dutifully following down the hall. He does note the lack of decor... Well, he can't really judge. Hector didn't really go all out on decorating like some people did, either.
When Owen emerges, he gives him a quick up-and-down and an even wider grin. ]
[ Unfortunately, he is very busy. But this is kind of on his to do list anyway, so? He just lets the comment roll off his shoulders.
Hector grins at the second comment, though. Fortunately for Owen, he has plenty more compliments to give. All in varying degrees of appropriateness.
He strides into the guild hall, past Owen, and comes to stand in a small open spot near a table. ]
Yeah. You wanted to see my arms?
[ More like Hector really wants to show them off.
Luckily, the armor he has on kind of already shows off his arms, but he shrugs off the outer cloak anyway, leaving just the inner shirt. He looks to Owen for approval with a grin, spreading his arms wide, as though inviting him in. His arms are...surprisingly muscly for someone who supposedly spends all his time in the backline of combat healing. ]
[ Hector only glances as the grunty scampers away, but at least now this means Owen gets his full attention. And he gets Owen's, apparently. As Owen circles him, he raises his arms to rest them behind his head... No, it's not resting. He's flexing. Get the arms and the girlies working at the same time. ]
Y'know, funny you mention that. You'd expect a cleric to be just as skinny as that Nanashi kid, huh?
[ He grins. ]
I think it just means I need to be strong enough to carry people out of danger.
[ It's hard to tell what hour it is, but the night has grown late, and Fragment is otherwise still.
Except there comes the rustling of cabinets, opening and closing, the clinking of glasses, of bottles coming from the Fine Wine lounge. Hector is here, in a rare occasion, because he needs a drink. His own guild has run out, and he would reasonably restock at this point. But he's tired, he needs a quick drink. Just a quick drink.
It's hard to tell how late he stayed out after the fight, helping people, or if he went back out to run Areas, or whatever. It doesn't really matter. The point is that his hair is a mess, he looks like he hasn't slept in a week, his arm is back in a sling, plus all those other injuries from the most recent fight (still pending), and he has put way too much whisky into that glass (that is not a whisky glass).
It's fine, though. Because everyone is sleeping and no one will notice him falling back into bad habits. ]
[ Except someone does, and before he can fill up his glass anymore, someone puts their hand over his to force him to stop.
Talk about a jumspcare. ]
You look awful. Why don't you have something to drink that won't make your body suffer even more?
[ Fai likes his alcohol quite a bit, but he also knows a bad habit when he sees one. His voice, at least, is soft and measured... which means he's scolding Hector.
It isn't like Fai looks as put together as he usually does either—his eyes are bloodshot, his hair in a low pony with pieces of his hair having fallen out, and he's in a low effort skin of a hoodie and leggings. By all rights, he looks like someone staying home with a cold. ]
[ Either he was so lost in thought, or Fai walks quietly, because Hector really does jump when the hand and the voice come out of nowhere. Some of the whisky from the bottle splashes over Fai's hand and onto the counter. With an irritated sigh, he slams the bottle down onto the counter and reaches for some napkins. ]
Yeah? [ He glances at Fai, and his disheveled state doesn't escape him. ] Speak for yourself. Go back to bed. Sorry if I woke you.
[ And he gets to wiping up the mess, acting like Fai's just going to listen to him and go back to sleep. ]
Hector's frown deepens a touch when Fai pushes his hand away, so he leaves the dirty napkin on the counter and grabs his bottle of whisky (his, he might be petty and say, since he remembers this as one of the ones he replaced when Yael smashed the shelves). He pulls it to his lips and takes a healthy swig as he walks away, towards the other side of the counter. ]
I think I'll pass. Thanks, though. [ There's a surprising lack of sincerity in his voice when he says that. ] I'm not here for long. Just grabbing some stuff and I'll be out of your hair.
[ He crouches behind the counter and continues to rummage, not trying as hard to stay quiet now that he knows one of you is awake. ]
[ There's only room for one dramatic bitch in here and it isn't Hector!!
Fai quickly rounds the counter and looms over Hector. There's already a decent height difference between them, so he may as well utilize it while Hector is crouched down. ]
You think I care about you being in my hair? [ Hector has caused him turmoil of another kind anyway, so this? It doesn't matter whatsoever. ] Drinking isn't going to solve whatever you're going through and you know that.
[ So, Fai attempts to close one of the doors to prevent him from grabbing so much alcohol. ]
( A few days after the news of Uta's death, Mithrun finds himself sat down within the tavern that comprises Dragon's Watch, dressed still in his wedding armor, and his legs doing generally better - but still suffering from weakness. His black lab, Basque, accompanies him, and sits dutifully on the floor, persnaps with a little cup of water and a treat. She deserves it.
Not having asked for a drink of his own or even acknowledged that drinks exist, he glances at Hector once he's done studying the interior. )
[ One or two of the stray cats that Dosei has adopted will come up to investigate Mithrun and Basque, but they're skittish and don't hang around for very long. But it's warm, the fire roars in the fireplace, and despite the rustic decor, it's pretty cozy.
(Maybe, in another life, it could've been a refuge for fire-forged friendships.) ]
Yeah.
[ Hector emerges from behind the bar, a steaming mug in each hand. The smell that wafts on the vapor makes it obvious it's coffee, even before he puts it down. He didn't even ask if Mithrun wanted some. Hector looks tired and haggard, if Mithrun is paying attention to such things, and it seems like he made it more for himself than anything else.
He slides into the bench opposite. ] I was honestly surprised to see you at the fight against Gorre. You sure you should be up and fighting like that?
( He glances at the coffee, then back up at Hector, not really touching it. )
I don't know if I "should" be, but I will be, regardless.
( So, not much point thinking too hard on it. He did need a grunty to get here, though, and he's definitely still fawnlike in his gait. Not using your legs for so much as a nerve impulse is no joke.
[ Hector quirks a brow at that as he brings his coffee to his lips. Yeah, he shouldn't be. Unfortunately, he can't really think of a way to help him save months of physical therapy, and he's just not equipped to help with that. Mithrun will have to figure that out on his own.
(He does see the debuff, though, and he'll ask about that later.)
He places his cup down. ]
Yeah, I know. [ His tone is light. It's old news to him at this point. The sight of him losing his leg, though, is still pretty fresh in his mind.
He offers Mithrun a lopsided smile. ] I'm...sorry if I said anything out of line to you while he was gone. I wasn't really myself.
[ Actually, Hector briefly quirks a brow. Because he was so steeped in his grief and upset that he almost didn't notice. Mithrun-as-Macha poking him about his relationship with Yael just made it all worse, and made him even more blind. ]
Oh, right. [ That helps, a bit.
Yael's reappearance doesn't seem to have that much of an effect on him. He's one of the very lucky few that got to see him before the fight. And considering they talked...he's fine. Mostly.
Instead, mention of Macha cases Hector's eyes to focus keenly on Mithrun again. ] How are you doing, by the way? Are you sure you're all... [ He looks his twinky ass up and down. ] ...you?
[ As promised, Hector is waiting at Solar Eclipse.
He's leaning back in his chair, feet up on the table. He's fiddling with something in his hands that makes a loud jingling sound as he stares absently into space. Shoka's arrival eventually draws his attention to her, and he gets himself to his feet. ]
Hey.
[ He tosses whatever it is he was playing with to her. ]
[ Shoka will open her hand to find she's caught a keyring with two keys on it, shiny silver and new. ]
If you ever need a place to stay away from everything, you're welcome to have a room at my house.
[ The smile Hector offers her is small, a bit awkward, but entirely sincere. He really isn't sure how to show he cares for her like his own, knowing Dosei is similarly standoffish, but the offer is there on the table. In her hands, more like. ]
[ Oh. Saying it again makes him feel a little more awkward about this. But instead of caving to his impulse to say "haha, never mind," he suppresses it by dragging a hand down his cheek and sighing. Not because he's fed up with her, or anything. But because he needs composure, somehow. ]
Look, I know memory's been...weird, for a lot of us. And I'm probably way off base here, but I think of you as one of my own. [ Kids, he means. Does he have any? He doesn't know. ] I know you are totally capable of taking care of yourself, but I just...want to give you something for the times that you can't, for whatever reason.
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owen | 11/01 probably
(That odd nagging feeling that he knows Owen, in ways he can't place, doesn't go away, either. Maybe it's time to test?)
So he sends Owen a party invite and gently raps on the door. He's not sure if the guild is open, but he's opting for caution. He has manners, you know! ]
You in, Owen?
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It’s not Owen who opens the door, though, but a smaller than usual guild grunty wearing a white cloak with a purple lining. It looks up at Hector with the closest thing. grunty can manage for a smile, and motions him in.]
H-hello, wan… Owen is here and told me you would be coming, and to get the door if he was still busy, wan…
[The grunty ushers Hector in, before scampering off into the guild hall. There’s not much to see in the hall, but Hector is free to look. It’s just all very bare, as if Owen simply left everything in the entryway to be the default.
Moments later Owen enters the hall, with Sweets Grunty propped on his hip like a small child.]
Well, you actually did show up.
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Hector grins down at Sweets Grunty, offering it a little wave and dutifully following down the hall. He does note the lack of decor... Well, he can't really judge. Hector didn't really go all out on decorating like some people did, either.
When Owen emerges, he gives him a quick up-and-down and an even wider grin. ]
Why wouldn't I? I'm a man of my word.
[ He gestures to his skin. ]
You look good.
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[There's only so many healers in the world...
Owen hikes Sweets Grunty up a little higher, an eyebrow arching for a moment.]
Do I? And here I thought this outfit was rather plain. I don't hate the compliment, though.
[He would appreciate even more compliments, also.]
You're not just here to talk about me, though.
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Hector grins at the second comment, though. Fortunately for Owen, he has plenty more compliments to give. All in varying degrees of appropriateness.
He strides into the guild hall, past Owen, and comes to stand in a small open spot near a table. ]
Yeah. You wanted to see my arms?
[ More like Hector really wants to show them off.
Luckily, the armor he has on kind of already shows off his arms, but he shrugs off the outer cloak anyway, leaving just the inner shirt. He looks to Owen for approval with a grin, spreading his arms wide, as though inviting him in. His arms are...surprisingly muscly for someone who supposedly spends all his time in the backline of combat healing. ]
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[Hm. Owen makes the tactical decision to set Sweets Grunty on the floor, straightening and smoothing out its cloak before.]
Can you go back to the kitchen?
[And the grunty scampers off with a nod, safe from seeing and hearing whatever Owen’s going to do next.
He turns back to Hector, circling him. He doesn’t step closer or reach out, keeping his hands tucked behind his back.]
You’re far more toned than I would expect from a cleric.
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Y'know, funny you mention that. You'd expect a cleric to be just as skinny as that Nanashi kid, huh?
[ He grins. ]
I think it just means I need to be strong enough to carry people out of danger.
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fai | late 11/05 or early 11/06
Except there comes the rustling of cabinets, opening and closing, the clinking of glasses, of bottles coming from the Fine Wine lounge. Hector is here, in a rare occasion, because he needs a drink. His own guild has run out, and he would reasonably restock at this point. But he's tired, he needs a quick drink. Just a quick drink.
It's hard to tell how late he stayed out after the fight, helping people, or if he went back out to run Areas, or whatever. It doesn't really matter. The point is that his hair is a mess, he looks like he hasn't slept in a week, his arm is back in a sling, plus all those other injuries from the most recent fight (still pending), and he has put way too much whisky into that glass (that is not a whisky glass).
It's fine, though. Because everyone is sleeping and no one will notice him falling back into bad habits. ]
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Talk about a jumspcare. ]
You look awful. Why don't you have something to drink that won't make your body suffer even more?
[ Fai likes his alcohol quite a bit, but he also knows a bad habit when he sees one. His voice, at least, is soft and measured... which means he's scolding Hector.
It isn't like Fai looks as put together as he usually does either—his eyes are bloodshot, his hair in a low pony with pieces of his hair having fallen out, and he's in a low effort skin of a hoodie and leggings. By all rights, he looks like someone staying home with a cold. ]
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[ Either he was so lost in thought, or Fai walks quietly, because Hector really does jump when the hand and the voice come out of nowhere. Some of the whisky from the bottle splashes over Fai's hand and onto the counter. With an irritated sigh, he slams the bottle down onto the counter and reaches for some napkins. ]
Yeah? [ He glances at Fai, and his disheveled state doesn't escape him. ] Speak for yourself. Go back to bed. Sorry if I woke you.
[ And he gets to wiping up the mess, acting like Fai's just going to listen to him and go back to sleep. ]
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He doesn't care about the whisky sloshing onto his hand, however, and he just shakes it off. ]
What am I, a child? Please.
[ He grabs a few napkins himself, pushing Hector's hand out of the way so he can clean up the rest of the mess in his stead. ]
Have some water. Or better yet, some tea. I can make some for you.
[ Because the last time he made Hector tea went so well, but Fai isn't thinking about that right this moment. ]
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Hector's frown deepens a touch when Fai pushes his hand away, so he leaves the dirty napkin on the counter and grabs his bottle of whisky (his, he might be petty and say, since he remembers this as one of the ones he replaced when Yael smashed the shelves). He pulls it to his lips and takes a healthy swig as he walks away, towards the other side of the counter. ]
I think I'll pass. Thanks, though. [ There's a surprising lack of sincerity in his voice when he says that. ] I'm not here for long. Just grabbing some stuff and I'll be out of your hair.
[ He crouches behind the counter and continues to rummage, not trying as hard to stay quiet now that he knows one of you is awake. ]
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Fai quickly rounds the counter and looms over Hector. There's already a decent height difference between them, so he may as well utilize it while Hector is crouched down. ]
You think I care about you being in my hair? [ Hector has caused him turmoil of another kind anyway, so this? It doesn't matter whatsoever. ] Drinking isn't going to solve whatever you're going through and you know that.
[ So, Fai attempts to close one of the doors to prevent him from grabbing so much alcohol. ]
oh should probably cw alcohol dependency
blanket cws this thread with alcohol dependency
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Not having asked for a drink of his own or even acknowledged that drinks exist, he glances at Hector once he's done studying the interior. )
... You wanted to talk?
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(Maybe, in another life, it could've been a refuge for fire-forged friendships.) ]
Yeah.
[ Hector emerges from behind the bar, a steaming mug in each hand. The smell that wafts on the vapor makes it obvious it's coffee, even before he puts it down. He didn't even ask if Mithrun wanted some. Hector looks tired and haggard, if Mithrun is paying attention to such things, and it seems like he made it more for himself than anything else.
He slides into the bench opposite. ] I was honestly surprised to see you at the fight against Gorre. You sure you should be up and fighting like that?
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I don't know if I "should" be, but I will be, regardless.
( So, not much point thinking too hard on it. He did need a grunty to get here, though, and he's definitely still fawnlike in his gait. Not using your legs for so much as a nerve impulse is no joke.
He studies Hector for several long moments. )
Yael's back.
( And down a leg, but. )
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(He does see the debuff, though, and he'll ask about that later.)
He places his cup down. ]
Yeah, I know. [ His tone is light. It's old news to him at this point. The sight of him losing his leg, though, is still pretty fresh in his mind.
He offers Mithrun a lopsided smile. ] I'm...sorry if I said anything out of line to you while he was gone. I wasn't really myself.
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It's fine. I wasn't either. When I was needling you for your feelings, making assumptions... I was looking for data, as Macha. Sorry about that.
( He says it so casually, like he'd mistakenly eaten Hector's food from the fridge. But it's something, right? (Well.) )
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Oh, right. [ That helps, a bit.
Yael's reappearance doesn't seem to have that much of an effect on him. He's one of the very lucky few that got to see him before the fight. And considering they talked...he's fine. Mostly.
Instead, mention of Macha cases Hector's eyes to focus keenly on Mithrun again. ] How are you doing, by the way? Are you sure you're all... [ He looks his twinky ass up and down. ] ...you?
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shoka | 11/13
He's leaning back in his chair, feet up on the table. He's fiddling with something in his hands that makes a loud jingling sound as he stares absently into space. Shoka's arrival eventually draws his attention to her, and he gets himself to his feet. ]
Hey.
[ He tosses whatever it is he was playing with to her. ]
Think fast.
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[Catching the mystery item between her hands, carefully opening them up to take a peek.]
What's this?
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If you ever need a place to stay away from everything, you're welcome to have a room at my house.
[ The smile Hector offers her is small, a bit awkward, but entirely sincere. He really isn't sure how to show he cares for her like his own, knowing Dosei is similarly standoffish, but the offer is there on the table. In her hands, more like. ]
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She looks down at the keys, and then at Hector, back and forth and back and forth again.]
Your... wait, what?
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[ Oh. Saying it again makes him feel a little more awkward about this. But instead of caving to his impulse to say "haha, never mind," he suppresses it by dragging a hand down his cheek and sighing. Not because he's fed up with her, or anything. But because he needs composure, somehow. ]
Look, I know memory's been...weird, for a lot of us. And I'm probably way off base here, but I think of you as one of my own. [ Kids, he means. Does he have any? He doesn't know. ] I know you are totally capable of taking care of yourself, but I just...want to give you something for the times that you can't, for whatever reason.
[ A hug, or a house... ]
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[??!?! She can't remember the majority of her life, but she's pretty sure nothing like this has happened to her before.]
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Are you sure? For all you know, I could throw, like, a totally wild party and wreck everything while you're out.
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