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[ganymed]

Who ⬤ Ganymede and Co.
What ⬤ Dungeon-crawlin', exploring, talking with people. What can go wrong?
Now featuring some potentially cw-worthy memshares, or content involving that.
When ⬤ Following first meetings, and anything related to the below subjects.
Where ⬤ Coiling Friend's Tiny Beast, ΔHidden Forbidden Holy Ground, Root Towns
Content Warnings ⬤ Mentions of drunken behavior.
Further mentions and displays of captivity, kidnapping, stalking, and subjects relating to suicide.


[ Following some enlightening discussions that have more or less blossomed into actual plans, an unlikely band of four adventurers assemble!

Names added to friends' lists, details hashed out, which means one thing and one thing only, that the next point some adventuring is happening. Though, given that it is everyone's (probable?) first time, it seems that there is no way for anybody to choose specific places or areas they might like!

Thankfully, that's what the random Area Exploration mechanic is for.

Ganymede steps forward, and just decides to select a perfect set of coordinates for everyone...



...Not! As if even he can be decisive at this point. He lets everyone know that these are the keywords they'll be working with. "Coiling Friend's Tiny Beast", that is.

So once the Chaos Gate is utilized for them to all cross over...

Welcome to the wonderful location of Coiling Friend's Tiny Beast! Apparently it's an area that has a rocky desert-like appearance that stretches out for miles on end. Not to mention, there is a wonderful-looking flesh wall that is the proper beginning of the dungeon crawling, and entry point into the actual dungeon that is bound to be teeming with treasure and creatures.

But, they're not inside that wall as of yet. ]

RESULTS: Can be viewed here, for our reference!

Comments

[userunfriendly]

[ Is the moratorium on talking over now? They seem to be returning safely to the dock, which is why Michel is bold enough to try to dodge that stealthy nose grab.

...The 7 is a little underwhelming for that, and his wobbly balance thwarts his escape before he can get far, forcing him to put a hand on Ganymede's waist again to steady himself. It means Ganymede has a nice clear view of the look of surprised indignation on his face, too. ]

What fascination do you have with my nose...?

[ganymed]

[ And there's a hand right on his waist. He can see the look of surprise writ across the other male's face all the while.

Well, in most circumstances even he'd have thrown a look for someone's hand landing there, but Michel has reason to hold on, and if anyone should be grabbing at his waist... you know what, he has no idea where that thought was leading.

He'll just move right along. ]

It's easy to reach even if you're tall.

[ Nice one, isn't it? But he will let go...only to shift and extend his hand to Michel after he's certain he is right back on his feet, standing tall. So, you know, if the other male needs to hold on for balance. ]

...Come on, let's going.

[userunfriendly]

[ He's probably lucky Ganymede hasn't discovered his shins... he thinks, but is just barely wise enough not to say. As undignified as it is, perhaps he's better off allowing him the nose.

He pauses a little, eyeing the hand extended to him with momentarily surprised misgiving. He'd never been particularly polite about gestures like this... but it's not quite the same thing, when Ganymede had almost fallen just a minute ago. Hopefully Ganymede doesn't pay any mind to the awkward hesitation before Michel reaches out and takes that hand firmly, stepping out of the boat with just a little wobble. ]

...You're never at rest.

[ganymed]

[ Ganymede considers attacking people's shins as too much of a low-hanging fruit. How fortunate for Michel...well, unless he makes him reconsider it. Good on him not mentioning it!

He doesn't think twice about the gesture, even if he'd never say he's polite. If the other had any questions he'd claim 'it's only fair', is all. He does note the hesitation, but Ganymede also sees no reason to comment on it. ]

I like moving around a lot.

[ He remembers being stationary for so long ago, but no...this is no place for this. Ganymede shakes his head, letting go once the other is standing on level ground with him. ]

But, speaking of rest, I think it's about time I get to it. Hani would be sincerely cross with me if I push myself far too much. [ A light, mischievous glint in his eyes, but it fades away quickly, expression looking back to thoughtful; a bit soft. ] And I've worried you enough too.

Still...before I get to proper rest, I'd like to give thanks for humoring me a little. It was nice.

[userunfriendly]

[ How many times can he deny being concerned before he risks Ganymede taking him at his word? Is that... really what he wants? Michel is quiet, watching the shifting expressions cross Ganymede's face. The playful spark, the gentleness.

It's strange to recall that he had thought Ganymede guarded at first. Or that that had made him more approachable. Another person who seemed prepared for a fight against the world. ]

I don't want to find out what it would be like to have your cousin angry at me.

[ It should be easy to make himself say just a little bit more. "And I don't want to see anything else happen to you." "And I won't be done worrying until we understand what happened." But he can't quite do it. Perhaps he doesn't want to be so cold that it would wound Ganymede. But admitting to more than that...

He gives a little shake of his head to brush aside the thanks. It's unwarranted. But even so, unknowingly, his expression has relaxed a little further into a small smile. ]

...I'm glad you "invited" me.

[ It was more of an imperative. But that's fine. A little charming, even. ]

[ganymed]

[ Maybe...a part of Michel has begun to awaken another side to him. The one who has remained sleeping for so long after having fallen into something close to a seemingly eternal slumber that was more ephemeral in the end.

Yet, even those flickers of waking have yet to truly breach past the realm of the dreaming into full cognizance. His smile appears, the blond's hands sticking behind his back for a moment as his own fingers play in a bit of fiddling. ]

Whatever you say, then.

[ It sounds like a cross between sarcasm and something potentially ... light-hearted. But he'd refuse to give a name to it. ]

...So, until next time, Winter.

[ And with that, Ganymede makes good on his promise, logging straight off finally. ]