shaaaaaaw-saaaaaaaaaan a little birdie told me you've been looking for a good place to have a drink as it turns out, such a place has recently made itself available! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ in fact, it's a place a friend once told me that i'd be a fool not to see before i died
it was just a trick, in the end, but it was the first time i'd looked forward to something in ages and i finally beat him at poker there that night, too
[he may or may not be a little bit drunk already. hard to tell, with Dazai.]
[ Seeing her username come up makes him realize he knows what it's in reference to now, and he feels a sharp pang of longing for Root and for the Machine. It pushes him past Shaw's usual non-communication. ]
You're more than welcome to visit. It was nice to reminisce.
[ That fact surprises him, since Harold typically doesn't share any part of his grief; but he'd found in trying to extend some comfort to Shaw that it had comforted him as well. ]
A compatriot of Mr. Carver's has just shown up, one he's asked us to protect.
Since they have apparently never had allies before, however, you should approach with caution. I think it will take Mr. Carver some time to convince him not to violently attack anyone. He's asked us to avoid the subway for the time being.
[ He doesn't want to share anything said in confidence, but the basics seem appropriate if not up to his normal standards of intel. It feels impossible to share that Carver called him brittle, but it seems like relevant information to communicate to Shaw... so it takes a bit for him to formulate a response. ]
He's younger, a junior in the group but a good fighter. And Mr. Carver is rather protective of him. He called him "Bossie."
[ The quiet here in The Library isn't too unlike the quiet of the Clocktower, but Barbara finds it a little easier to breathe. She doesn't expect certain people to be there, somewhere, when she turns around, nor one of her family members crawling in a window unexpectedly, and while there is usually the every-now-and-again library patron to help, today hasn't been that day either. Today's been quiet, with the fewest visitors in a while. It's just her, the shelves of books, silent as sentinels, the quiet tap of the keys on her laptop as she keeps working on parts of the new ILS, and her often refilled cup of tea. ]
[Her, the shelves of books, and the woman who's just entered - the woman who, by the look of surprise on her face, had also been expecting to find herself alone in the library.]
Uh-- I think we're closed.
[Does the library ever close here? She's actually not sure. Back home, it hadn't been working library, and day visitors weren't something that ever happened regardless. But it's late enough that it surely should be closed, right?]
[ Barbara's look up involves a slightly deviation toward the closest window, before it's back to the woman. Snapping from a focus that often enough has come to a halt on too many nights just before dawn without even realizing night had fallen—but it's still the same day; if evening.
(She didn't miss that 'we're,' either.)
Barbara reaches up and rubs her temples, the movement pushing her glasses up briefly. ]
[ He trusts Shaw to tell him the truth on this and make an honest assessment of her own state of mind, which is why he'd asked in the first place. ]
Very well. Mr. Bossie needs a distraction, Bear needs exercise, and I need some reconnaissance of Garreg Mach in Bramble Valley. Take the Polaraoids and use the excuse that you're documenting anomalies.
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2. the hell kind of name is Gorgug Thistlespring?
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2. He's not human
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noooo my html
we all fall to the html gods some day
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and then i hit enter too early
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[She loves you too, Reese.
A second later--]
this is so dumb. can we quit?
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a little birdie told me you've been looking for a good place to have a drink
as it turns out, such a place has recently made itself available! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
in fact, it's a place a friend once told me that i'd be a fool not to see before i died
it was just a trick, in the end, but it was the first time i'd looked forward to something in ages
and i finally beat him at poker there that night, too
[he may or may not be a little bit drunk already. hard to tell, with Dazai.]
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i guess you’re not interested, then. that’s fine.
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ACTION; dazai typical suicide cws + grief/depression likely throughout
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cw grief/ptsd
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[Sorry, Harold; this response is not meant to be a slight, it's just Shaw being Shaw.]
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You're more than welcome to visit. It was nice to reminisce.
[ That fact surprises him, since Harold typically doesn't share any part of his grief; but he'd found in trying to extend some comfort to Shaw that it had comforted him as well. ]
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lmao my b, that is in fact what he said
lol I didn't even know, I answered IC
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text; un: shadowheart (backdated to shortly after the Solmara mission)
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[ She's eating wearing suburban mom clothes. It's awful. ]
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Though I know what you mean. This 'uniform' they have me wearing would be too garish for even the most ostentatious of bards.
[She's only just learned what tie-dye is and she doesn't like it.]
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why do I keep mistyping her name as Shadowfire, smh
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lightly nsfw (nudity ahoy)
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Since they have apparently never had allies before, however, you should approach with caution. I think it will take Mr. Carver some time to convince him not to violently attack anyone. He's asked us to avoid the subway for the time being.
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do we know anything about this guy?
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He's younger, a junior in the group but a good fighter. And Mr. Carver is rather protective of him. He called him "Bossie."
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ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ { ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ
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Uh-- I think we're closed.
[Does the library ever close here? She's actually not sure. Back home, it hadn't been working library, and day visitors weren't something that ever happened regardless. But it's late enough that it surely should be closed, right?]
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(She didn't miss that 'we're,' either.)
Barbara reaches up and rubs her temples,
the movement pushing her glasses up briefly. ]
Probably.
This whole day's been mostly dead, too.
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[ He's coping great, thanks for asking. ]
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Very well. Mr. Bossie needs a distraction, Bear needs exercise, and I need some reconnaissance of Garreg Mach in Bramble Valley. Take the Polaraoids and use the excuse that you're documenting anomalies.
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