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

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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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.]

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.

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.

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

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.

[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.

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.]

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.

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

[NOT THAT HE RECALLS...]

Is that really so surprising?

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.

Oh, I wouldn't say I'm siding with her. Despite what her intentions might be, intent is fairly meaningless in the long run.

Maybe an A for effort. I mean, she's a good mom. Insomuch as I know she'd go to the mattresses for me but-- [Delicate little shrug.] --sticking around would have been just as nice.

But, yeah, I am, ta-da!, an adult. Quelle surprise. [She's trying to change the subject here.]

[the crocodile has apparently fallen asleep during this conversation and it's taken gold this long to actually notice. he nudges her with his cane lightly.] All right, Milah. That'll be enough of that.

[eyeroll] I don't know how anyone goes about claiming she's a threat their personal safety. She spends most of her time asleep.

Probably all those lovely teeth. [Watch out, she might start baby talking the crocodile and that would be awkward. Who's a big scary man eating crocodile, who is? You are, yes you are.]

Maybe she's just bored.

I doubt she'd take more than an arm, though the good Captain [and he says that with so much disgust, it's almost palpable] is already short one limb.

[He bends down and it becomes evidently clear that Gold's a dog person just from how he pets the scaly beast. She digs it though.] Probably. Having a familiar is all well and good, but having one that doesn't cause a stir in public makes matters difficult. Still I've never known her to let me down on the missions she does accompany on.

She... ate that dude's arm? [That is odd but Violet only looks, well, kind of impressed. It's impressive.]

Can she not go everywhere with you? I can't totally hang out with her when you're, you know, otherwise occupied. If it ever comes up.

No, no. Hook's missing a hand, for starters, and it wasn't Milah that gave him the injury, but to hear the way he carries on, you'd think she did. [Hook just has a weird fixation on... his crocodile.] Not that she wouldn't if it was asked of her. I just don't typically ask. [He finishes scritching her and straightens again.]

Most missions require a bit more subtlety- she might be small for a crocodile, but she still tends to leave an impression, which isn't always what I'm aiming for. [Awww Violet. You're so sweet.] I think she'd like that.

[Hand, arm, whatever, she doesn't even give a crap. She's seen way weirder, a dude with a hook is a nonevent.] That is some straight up crocodile discrimination. And super rude.

Milah and I can be bros. I like the strong silent type, leaves more room for me to talk.

Then it's settled. Next time I'm called away, I'll leave Milah in your capable hands.

[Victory!]

Sweet! [And thus started the saga of how Violet and Milah became best friends because why not.]

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

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