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The Neinhaus

● WHO: The Mighty Nein & Vox Machina (V9) + Friends
● WHAT: House Catch-All 2021
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● WHERE: The Neinhaus + Voxhaus + Wizardhaus
● WARNINGS: Comment Headers

CATCH-ALLS

Neinhaus
🔥 Caleb 🔥
🌊 Fjord 🌊
🌙 Mollymauk 🌙
🍄 Caduceus 🍄
🤜🏽 Beauregard 🤛🏽
🧁 Jester 🧁
~~🏹 Veth 🏹~~

Wizardhaus
✨ Essek ✨
💎 Gilmore 💎
🔪 Vax'ildan 🔪

Voxhaus
🔫 Percy 🔫
🎇 Pike 🎇
🌳 Keyleth 🌳
🐻 Vex'ahlia 🐻

HOUSE STUFF
Group House Logs
V9 Group Chat

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"Oh, thank you." Shaun already has a wine glass but he does a bit of magic to leave it floating in mid-air so that he could easily hold the offered glass. He raises it to the... minotaur?... as a toast before he takes a drink.

It burns a little going down. Definitely much strong than the wine. It leaves a lovely warmth in his stomach that slowly starts to spread along the rest of his body.

"That's a drink." He licks his lips to chase the taste. It still burns a little bit and it's still pleasant. "And to who do I owe this lovely taste of alcohol to?"

Bull ticks his mental tally when he notices the floating wine glass: another mage. The familiarity of it earns a small smile and he laughs quietly as the other man takes a drink and manages to get it down.

"The Iron Bull," he answers as he pours another cup. He fills it generously; he plans on drinking it slowly, not overly worried about getting drunk. It'll take some effort on his part to get there, and he's here to relax.

"Who am I drinking with?"

The Iron Bull reminds him a great deal of Grog. Big. Muscled. Always ready to drink. He will certainly be drinking a lot slower from now on.

"Shaun Gilmore." He offers him a hand to shake. "A pleasure to meet you, Iron Bull. Or is 'the' part of your whole name?"

It must be a nickname. No one would name their child the Iron Bull but he finds it rather amusing. Given the size of the man, it seems entirely appropriate.

Bull accepts Shaun's hand and offers a polite nod before letting go again.

"The article's part of it. But most people leave it off." And he made peace with that a long time ago. Humans, in particular, are fond of making his name about as short as they can. And that's fine. He'll answer to it.

"You part of the household or just drawn in by the light and promise of booze?"

Hey, that's why Bull is here. He happens to know a good handful of the household, but he wasn't necessarily invited to this.

"Forgive me, The Iron Bull. I'll do better about that in the future." Shaun nods and make a note to himself in his head. The article should be there when addressing him.

He doesn't like to be rude, after all.

"I live here as I know someone in the house and he was a kind enough to offer me a room." Shaun glances around, checks on Vax for a moment, before he focuses back on The Iron Bull. "Which makes it very easy to go home after this party."

"Definitely makes the trip shorter. I'm over in the barracks for now, but I'm not worried about getting there. Or passing out somewhere on the way."

Or maybe he'll find somewhere here with more private accommodations and go home with them. He's not ruling anything out this early in the night. He notices the way Shaun's gaze moves, tries to follow it before the attention shifts back to him.

"You arrive recently, then? Hell of a way to wake up."

"I actually cast a bit of magic and ended up in the ocean. Had to swim my way to shore." Shaun chuckles at the memory. It's a little amusing now after a few days of getting to rest and adjust to the island.

Still not happy about his magic betraying him like that though he knows it's the island that did it.

"It appears I made it just in time for this party. How do you find the barracks?" He hasn't seen the other places he could stay.

"Pretty sure I fell through a rift in the Fade," he says, making a slight face at the memory. "Hitting the water is not what I expected."

Even if he'd seen an ocean, or at least water of some kind, in the Fade. But he knows he isn't there.

"Barracks aren't bad. Not a lot of privacy, but it's what I'm used to. People come and go, I think I've been there the longest."

It seems like most other people have found other places to live. Bull hasn't dedicated that much energy to it.

"The Fade?" It's clearly an important term though Shaun isn't sure what it means. He's curious though. It sounds very interesting. He does so love hearing about other magics.

He nods a little as he sips his wine. "Oh, are you a soldier then where you're from?"

He could guess soldier based on The Iron Bull's build alone. If he had those muscles just for vanity Shaun would eat one of his wooden dominos.

"It's... complicated. It's the thing mages tap into for power. Also where dreams happen and where the dead go."

Yeah. Complicated. And that's about as far as Bull can explain it, no matter how much time he's spent around people like Dorian and Solas. Either of them could - and likely would - explain it in far more academic detail, and Bull can hear Dorian clearing his throat to start. He shakes off that particular thought and gives Shaun a grin.

"Mercenary." No point in denying it: Bull knows what he looks like. "Never could get on with the regular army."

It did sound complicated and fascinating but not something The Iron Bull wanted to talk about so Shaun let it go. He would just have to wonder about this mysterious Fade another time.

"Some of my best friends are mercenaries," he says with a smile. "Back home I outfit adventurers of all sorts. I'm sure I could have outfitted you in the finest gear."

For a good price as well but Shaun didn't feel the need to say that. "Perhaps some enchanted armor. You look like you enjoy being in the thick of things."

Maybe if he gets drunk enough he'll go off about the Fade, but it probably wouldn't be as meaningful or as interesting as it would be coming from someone that understands it both in theory and in practice.

He chuckles at the little sales pitch and tips his head to consider Shaun.

"What gave it away?" he teases. Going shirtless most of the time means that his scars are constantly on display. "If I'm outfitted in full gear, someone's in for a really bad day. And I stay away from enchantments."

Yeah, he knows exactly the benefits they can provide. But he still avoids them.

"Your charming personality, of course." The scars, the size of him, the confidence, there were a lot of things that gave Shaun the impression The Iron Bull was a large and powerful fighter.

The comment about enchantments is interesting and if they knew each other better Shaun might press but they were new acquaintances. He wouldn't press.

"How do you know this group?" Because it seemed like everyone Shaun had met tonight knew Vax or his friends in some way.

"Think I met Molly first, he found me on the beach," he says. "Then it was Fjord while he was running around blind, and Caleb found me in the same state maybe a day later. Me and Caduceus ended up tied together for a while."

Molly, Cad, and Fjord also shared that whole... tends to stand out in a crowd vibe. Caduceus is almost as tall as Bull is, and that is something he hasn't run into in a long time.

"Oh, and Essek. Had a nice evening at a party this place threw a while back. Even if it did involve formal wear."

“You’ve been here quite a long time then.” All those adventures that Shaun missed and was ignorant about. “And made some good friends.”

He’s enjoyed the party and the people he’s met so far. They’re all slightly suspicious of him but only because they care about Vax. He can’t fault them for that.

“I missed the formal event? A shame. I adore dressing up for things. Hopefully I’ll be there for another one.” He sips the stronger alcohol again. Oh, the burn is easier a second time.

"I'm sure there will be. Clothes were provided for most of us, I think. Reminded me of the Winter Palace." He wrinkles his nose, then grins. "Fewer assassination and coup attempts, though. Definitely no political machinations that I caught."

So, all in all, somewhat boring as far as Bull is concerned, beyond people watching. Bull takes another drink, enjoying the warmth as it travels down his throat and through his chest.

"They seem to like reasons to throw us together here. Given the nature of things, I'm not surprised."

"What's a grand ball without an assassination?" Shaun grins playfully and lets the moment hang for a moment. "A failure."

Even if Bull doesn't find it funny he chuckles to himself. He rather likes that one. Though he's rarely been to too many grand balls. He doesn't mind big parties and grand balls but he prefers more intimate settings.

"Oh yes, it's very hard to power an island on sexual energy if there's no chance for people to mingle and mix. When would anyone flirt?"

"A slow night, anyway," he says with a quiet laugh. Bull's sense of humor can get pretty dark.

"I dunno, I find plenty of excuses to flirt. You just gotta have a loose definition of appropriate timing."

Bull has flirted while knee-deep in a swamp: if he can pull that off and get someone to smile, he's fairly confident he can manage here, whether there's excuses to mingle or not.

A dark sense of humor has never bothered Shaun. Well, if it starts to veer into the depressive he won't be as amused. The joke is a good one though.

"I take it your definition of appropriate is whenever the mood strikes?" Shaun asks with a smile. He has something of the same outlook though he always reads the room first. Flirting in the middle of a strategy meeting wasn't the best time.

Though sometimes it could have a very good punch then.

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