I danced a tango with my hubris high on youth. We swept across the dance floor to subjective truth.

[undealt]

WHO || Gold, Belle, Faye, and an extra super special awesome OPEN section.
WHAT || Gold and Belle get hamburgers (IT'S NOT A DATE!! REALLY!!!), Gold teaches Faye how to use her magic for things other than lighting people on fire, and CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE.
WHERE || LONDON: A restaurant and then back at the castle.
WHEN || Some indeterminate time between my last open log and when everyone leaves for their missions.
HOW || PROSE OR ACTION SPAM HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT. The starters are actionspam, but seriously. Follow your heart, son.

BELLE |

It's totally not a date. You can tell, because a guy in a suit is actually being caught dead in a place called The Giraffe, because it seemed reasonably low-key enough for dinner and a nice chat about... trying to reverse the effects of the Veil. Yeah. But totally not a date.

Hamburgers are ordered. Chatting has commenced. Awesome.]

To be honest, I've started filling in the gaps in my memories with whatever I decide feels right at the time. It's quite effective until someone comes along who remembers more than I do and contradicts it. Though that's only happened once and I think I came out of the situation better than one might expect.

FAYE |

[As soon as Gold gets back from his meeting with Nessa, he leaves Faye a mesage to meet him in the library. The minute she arrives, he's waiting with Milah, who is currently sprawled out underneath a table- she's only as long as the length of the table, but still. CROCODILE UNDER A TABLE.]

I'm sure you're wondering why on earth I'd think to conduct a magic lesson in the library. Seems like an accident waiting to happen, doesn't it?

[You know, because you're a pyro...]

OPEN |

[And in this last option, you can pick Gold in one of two places:

(A. THE HALLWAYS. On his way back to his room. This is totally an excuse to maybe accidentally force someone into seeing his abomination of a room. idc.

(B. THE RECEPTIONIST DESK. Because I'm too lazy to throw him at the actual one and you know everyone wants to listen to his sexy Scottish accent answering phones all day.

Both locations will probably also contain (1) six foot long yellow crocodile.]

Comments

[graveflowers]

I am starting to get that that is the common feeling.

[undealt]

Well, I'm just a pawnbroker from Maine. [ahahahaha.] Even finding out I had the capacity for magic at all came as a big surprise for me.

[graveflowers]

[The most studying look. There is judgement going on in here.] You don't look skeevy enough to be a pawnbroker. Shouldn't you have gold teeth?

[undealt]

Ah. [That's apparently enough mouth movement to expose the fact that he has one freakin' gold tooth. Thanks, Violet. At least he's... sort of amused by it.] I will, however, try not to take the blatant stereotyping of my profession personally.

[graveflowers]

[Wow, look she meant like twelve, or maybe a grill. But she has the manners to look chagrined. Amused as all get out, sorry, but still chagrined.]

Sorry.

[undealt]

[Look, for an insane loanshark/secret dark sorcerer, he is such a nice guy. You are forgiven, child.] Not a problem. I'm aware it's hardly a pleasant profession, but you do meet quite a few interesting people.

[Interesting meaning terribly desperate in this case.]

[graveflowers]

I think the only pawn shop I've been to was owned by a monster. [A pause, she makes a face.] A literal one not a Charlize Theron movie one.

[undealt]

[He probably owns sixty old radios and no TV, so that was pretty much lost on him. But still.] You really didn't get much of a culture shock coming here at all, now did you?

[graveflowers]

No, I really didn't. I could teach a class on pop culture references.

[Thats a skill you can take right to the bank.]

[undealt]

It says a lot about our recent additions that I think most of the older knights would find it enlightening

[You damned kids and your rap music.]

[graveflowers]

[Her tastes run more to Lego House, okay. Geez. Way to generalize the younger populace.]

It does make me sad that people don't know how to google.

[undealt]

Probably not as sad as it makes them to know the average youth doesn't read.

[Not him though. He can actually use google. And read. He's just being a dick.]

[graveflowers]

Hey I went to college, I can read.

[Not well and she didn't actually graduate... Or finish her first semester, but that isn't what she said. She said she went to college. So, there. (Bluff 11, it isn't that great of a hedge.)]

I don't know if I count as a youth anymore though.

[undealt]

[Wow. You're a babyface. He looks at her a moment and nods slowly. It's okay. He's more disturbed that he called you a fetus than he is about your shitty bluff.]

I might have learned not to assume a person's age by looking when I started meeting Shadowkind.

[graveflowers]

My mom is... a goddess. I inhereited some of her gifts. Still getting carded at the movie theater is one of them I guess.

[She shrugs, smiling a little. Clearly not the first time it has happened. Plus in her world, living past 18 is like a big fucking deal.]

[undealt]

That's something special, then. Even most Aasimars can only claim divine blood through multiple generations, not just one, but I'm sure you've heard as much from Wynn.

[graveflowers]

Actually it never came up, but it has come to my attention that its weird. Luckily not many people here know who she is so I have that one grace.

[undealt]

Because had she been a familiar one, you might be expected to carry her name? That would be a terrible burden for anyone.

[graveflowers]

More like people would be all oh, that's Violet, watch out, her mom might turn you into a flower and put you into a wood chipper. It sort of impedes the friend making process when someone thinks their would be friend's occasionally crazy madre might smack a bitch.

[undealt]

[WOW. HE DOESN'T KNOW ANYONE WHO WOULD DO THAT... No, but he really doesn't. BUT IF HE HAD MEMORIES...]

She must love you a great deal to be so overprotective. Not that it excuses her actions, but a parent who loves too much is preferable to a parent who loves too little.

[graveflowers]

I think it's a little over-compensation. [A shrug, it is what it is and she's had her entire life to accept it.] She's overprotective because she's an absent parent, thinks it makes up for not being around much.

[Seriously, the amount of times Violet has had face to face chats with her mom numbers the grand total of four. In 25 years, or at least the thirteen she can remember.]

[undealt]

It seems the relationship between a parent and a child is usually a complicated one. One doesn't have to be a parent to see that.

[graveflowers]

Wait, you're not... a parent? Really?

[undealt]

[NOT THAT HE RECALLS...]

Is that really so surprising?

[graveflowers]

No, I guess not. Its just that usually when I mention my mom is over-protective to the point of borderline psychosis the people that often side with her are parents themselves.