The Mighty Nein ... I like the sound of that, it's dramatic.
[ Following the curve of a horn with his fingertips he only drops his hand when he glances back to find Molly watching him. A yawn rises up and Fjord covers it, blinking slowly. His head is aching again, the same way it did when he first woke up. ]
Would you mind terribly if I ate and took a nap? I'm ... getting sleepy.
[ There's pride in his chest at that and he can't quite stop a snort of amusement. ]
We sure are dramatic bastards.
[ Molly puts a hand on Fjord's shoulder, just resting it there while they talk. He's happy to hear that the hexadin wants a nap - hopefully the more his friend rests, the more he will remember. (He knew 'Tealeaf', so it's not all gone.) ]
Alright, lets go to the bedroom. I'll let you have the bed to yourself.
[ Fjord follows Molly upstairs, cleans the plate in a few hearty handfuls and looks drowsy as he gets into bed, not even thinking to take off his boots as he drops down, the darkness behind his eyes reeling with flashing images and noises that he isn't sure he's really hearing but wants to escape from. ]
[ Nine hours pass before Fjord sucks in a sharp breath and suddenly sits up, wide-eyed at the door where he gasps and gasps, shuddering with the weight of his memories (and life) knotted back together in his head. He screws his eyes shut, rubbing them with the heels of his palms, and slumps forward over his knees.
The corona of black shadow starts to recede, a vignette of reality sinking in. ]
[ Sucking in a sharp breath as he startles again to see those red eyes so close, he leans back on a hand and looks wide-eyed at the tiefling. Lucien. No.
[ Oh, fuck. He twitches away a little when touched, getting up on his knees so he feels better prepared to deal with ... anything. His heart pounds in his ears, the memory of Lucien under the blue light of the gemstone sill fresh, and his gaze greedily rakes over his friend.
Not an empty speck. ]
I remember everything. More. I remember more from home, you were there. No, it wasn't you, he's ...
[ Fjord looks apologetic as he holds out his hands. ]
He's not you, Molly, I know that now. I'm so sorry for what I said before.
[ Molly lets go as soon as Fjord twitches, watching him sit up more. He's not sure what the hell the half-orc's on about at first; remembering more?
Back from the time he was before?
His confused thoughts does not matter, however, because then Fjord [ apologizes ] for all the things he's said before about them being the same person. About Lucien.
For the first time in quite some time now, Molly feels like the crack in him is shallower. ]
He's ... [ His hands fall to his lap as he says vehemently with a frown, ] He's a dick.
[ Shaking his head, he looks back to Molly and crawls a little closer. ]
Cree had to put him back together, he's not here now. It was some kind of spell that he said pulled pieces back into the vessel, into you. He talked through all the Tomb Takers at once, it's so creepy.
[ That really is an underlying theme. ]
Jester asked if he was a bunch of souls but he said no, he said he's a healing one. The Nonagon.
[ Molly says, wrapping an arm around his friend. Steadily but not unkindly, like a brother that's about to give you a noogie. ]
You really saw him? My... the body?
[ This is so weird, and even more so to hear Fjord tell him what had happened. That Cree put him together and that he was some kind of pieces of soul. Broken. ]
He said you were an empty speck, unimportant. Lucien doesn't want to focus on the fact there was someone who had a life for two years, he skated right over it. He said you were gone ... but how is that possible if you were what was left when he was gone? Nothing he says is easy to trust or follow.
[ Shaken by Molly, he reaches up to touch him on the cheek, thumb skating over the peacock feathers. ]
I didn't like the way he spoke about you. None of us did. Even Veth ... Nott, asked him why he didn't give a shit about us.
She held together rather well, all things considered. Didn't give away much.
[ They were all on edge around Lucien, guarded. He was polite but not in a welcoming way. ]
He's so different to you.
[ looping an arm around Molly to keep him settled close, Fjord runs the pad of his thumb over that tattoo and down Molly's neck, tracing the red eye there. His frown returns. ]
It sounded like he planned on ascending to something, all that Nine Eyes bullshit was really important to him. We agreed to follow his group from a distance.
Please... please look after her. She's already lost so much.
[ Too much. He's glad she has the Nein with her now, people that can help her with her feelings. Yasha has so much to give but not everyone understood her.
His sweet charm.
Fjord's closeness and gentle touches are really helping, and his tension lessens the more they lean on each other. He curls his tail around the half-orc's waist, looking at his friend once more as Fjord mentions following Lucien and his people. ]
[ His hand slides into Molly's hair at the nape of his neck as the tiefling looks at him for clarification. ]
We had a woman in our charge, Vess de Rogna, whom he murdered right under our noses. She was part of the Cerberus Assembly and no pushover, but he single-handedly took her out ... and we felt obliged to follow. We saw you doing it.
[ No way the Nein wouldn't rush after Molly, following a return like that. ]
There's a place called Aeor, it's got something to do with having Nine Eyes. We don't know what he's up to but he's fine with letting us watch, so ...
[ Shrugging. ]
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[ He listens, tail making an angry snap-swish when Fjord says 'you', but holding back any comments. This was some messy stuff, after all. He has no knowledge who this Cerberus Assembly woman is, but Lucien must have some strange powers if he can take down a mage without alerting the rest of them.
He gnaws a bit at his lower lip by that last part and shakes his head a little, careful to not dislodge that sweet touch. ]
That doesn't sound like a huge trap at all. 'I brought all these sacrifices' levels of trap. Why would he entertain the possibility that you'd fuck up the nine eyes shit, otherwise?
... Shit. Well, [ in a bid not to look embarrassed at how entirely fucking gullible they've all been, so keen to follow Mollucien, he huffs, ] he's been collecting threshold crests from the ruins near Aeor, assumedly for that very same ritual.
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[ Following the curve of a horn with his fingertips he only drops his hand when he glances back to find Molly watching him. A yawn rises up and Fjord covers it, blinking slowly. His head is aching again, the same way it did when he first woke up. ]
Would you mind terribly if I ate and took a nap? I'm ... getting sleepy.
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We sure are dramatic bastards.
[ Molly puts a hand on Fjord's shoulder, just resting it there while they talk. He's happy to hear that the hexadin wants a nap - hopefully the more his friend rests, the more he will remember. (He knew 'Tealeaf', so it's not all gone.) ]
Alright, lets go to the bedroom. I'll let you have the bed to yourself.
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Please, don't leave. I didn't like waking up knowing nothing, it was ... it was awful. What if I go through it all over again? Please, stay.
[ Or he isn't sure he'll be able to sleep. ]
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You got it. I won't go anywhere, I promise. We can get in the bed and you can eat your food and rest. I won't leave.
[ Maybe it would also help, after that... that other day. ]
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[ Fjord follows Molly upstairs, cleans the plate in a few hearty handfuls and looks drowsy as he gets into bed, not even thinking to take off his boots as he drops down, the darkness behind his eyes reeling with flashing images and noises that he isn't sure he's really hearing but wants to escape from. ]
Molly ... ? My head ...
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[ Molly hurries over, grabbing the half-orc to keep him steady. ]
Hey, focus on me. You're alright, everything's good. Your name is Fjord and I'm Molly.
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[ His eyelids have never been so heavy as he passes out, holding Molly's hand.
At the very least, he snores. ]
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Making sure he doesn't leave again. ]
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The corona of black shadow starts to recede, a vignette of reality sinking in. ]
... Fuck.
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Fjord? Are you okay?
[ He sits up as well, reaching to put a hand on his friend's shoulder. ]
You're safe here, do you remember that?
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No, it's coming back to him now ...
Hesitantly, he asks, ]
Molly? I-Is that you?
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It's me. You're Fjord, remember?
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Not an empty speck. ]
I remember everything. More. I remember more from home, you were there. No, it wasn't you, he's ...
[ Fjord looks apologetic as he holds out his hands. ]
He's not you, Molly, I know that now. I'm so sorry for what I said before.
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Back from the time he was before?
His confused thoughts does not matter, however, because then Fjord [ apologizes ] for all the things he's said before about them being the same person. About Lucien.
For the first time in quite some time now, Molly feels like the crack in him is shallower. ]
He's not. I... what happened?
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[ Shaking his head, he looks back to Molly and crawls a little closer. ]
Cree had to put him back together, he's not here now. It was some kind of spell that he said pulled pieces back into the vessel, into you. He talked through all the Tomb Takers at once, it's so creepy.
[ That really is an underlying theme. ]
Jester asked if he was a bunch of souls but he said no, he said he's a healing one. The Nonagon.
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[ Molly says, wrapping an arm around his friend. Steadily but not unkindly, like a brother that's about to give you a noogie. ]
You really saw him? My... the body?
[ This is so weird, and even more so to hear Fjord tell him what had happened. That Cree put him together and that he was some kind of pieces of soul. Broken. ]
...then what the fuck was I?
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[ Shaken by Molly, he reaches up to touch him on the cheek, thumb skating over the peacock feathers. ]
I didn't like the way he spoke about you. None of us did. Even Veth ... Nott, asked him why he didn't give a shit about us.
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...and who is Veth? ]
Empty speck, yet I took two years of his damn life to do more good, happy things than he could in his whole existence.
[ Molly looks back at Fjord again with a sigh, leaning into that touch like he needs it to continue. ]
I hope he hates my tattoos.
[ He doesn't know what else to say. This is all so surreal. ]
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[ Fjord's shoulders sag. ]
She gave him a four-leaf clover from her book, he put it in his coat.
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[ Molly's voice turns small and he sighs, leaning closer to Fjord. ]
I gave her that... with the book. So she had something to collect her flowers in for her wife.
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[ They were all on edge around Lucien, guarded. He was polite but not in a welcoming way. ]
He's so different to you.
[ looping an arm around Molly to keep him settled close, Fjord runs the pad of his thumb over that tattoo and down Molly's neck, tracing the red eye there. His frown returns. ]
It sounded like he planned on ascending to something, all that Nine Eyes bullshit was really important to him. We agreed to follow his group from a distance.
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[ Too much. He's glad she has the Nein with her now, people that can help her with her feelings. Yasha has so much to give but not everyone understood her.
His sweet charm.
Fjord's closeness and gentle touches are really helping, and his tension lessens the more they lean on each other. He curls his tail around the half-orc's waist, looking at his friend once more as Fjord mentions following Lucien and his people. ]
Why...?
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We had a woman in our charge, Vess de Rogna, whom he murdered right under our noses. She was part of the Cerberus Assembly and no pushover, but he single-handedly took her out ... and we felt obliged to follow. We saw you doing it.
[ No way the Nein wouldn't rush after Molly, following a return like that. ]
There's a place called Aeor, it's got something to do with having Nine Eyes. We don't know what he's up to but he's fine with letting us watch, so ...
[ Shrugging. ]
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He gnaws a bit at his lower lip by that last part and shakes his head a little, careful to not dislodge that sweet touch. ]
That doesn't sound like a huge trap at all. 'I brought all these sacrifices' levels of trap. Why would he entertain the possibility that you'd fuck up the nine eyes shit, otherwise?
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[ NINENINE!! Best group of adventurers! ]
... Shit. Well, [ in a bid not to look embarrassed at how entirely fucking gullible they've all been, so keen to follow Mollucien, he huffs, ] he's been collecting threshold crests from the ruins near Aeor, assumedly for that very same ritual.
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