(catchall / open)

[paraselenes]

WHO: dimitri & others
WHERE: misc.
WHEN: november!
WHAT: event stuff, etc! feel free to ask me for a starter over at my plotting comment, or just wildcard me whatever, i love wildcards
WARNINGS: will update as necessary

November Event & Tasks outside catch-all

• w/Childe
  
• w/Augustine
  
• w/Lottie
  
• w/Felix
  
• w/Fukawa
  
• w/Joonghyuk
  
• w/D

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[paraselenes]

[ Oh. That is criminalish indeed. But no real bandit would be made so nervous over a petty pilfering. Nor would they return what they stole. ]

A set of... briefly sticky fingers is devious indeed.

[ His voice is gently chiding, in a way that suggests it's not entirely serious. ]

...One of my finest knights was a thief in his youth, driven to steal out of desperation. If you acted similarly, then perhaps you're quite new here too?

[fallingsand]

[ Ah, he isn't taking it seriously, is he? Then again, it isn't really something to take seriously, seeing as the tongs were inevitably returned. Some tension drains from Bruno's shoulders and he takes a seat on a pew nearby with a sigh. ]

Pretty obvious, right? I think it's been just over a month now? Or maybe not. I don't know, not really. Days just kind of all blend together here...

[paraselenes]

[ Unless Bruno is out here stealing from the poor or stabbing them, he won't take it too seriously. Though Dimitri's expression makes the subtle switch back to something somber in no time at all. ]

That they do. I'm still not used to the phases of the moon here...

[ How do they even really mark the passage of time here? It's disorienting. ]

Though that's exacerbated by being somewhere like this, I think. Time flows differently in isolation. [ Being holed up inside, away from others in a place like this—it must be hard to keep the days straight. ] I hope you have someone bringing you supplies here, at least...? I suspect it will be winter soon.

[ So hopefully he's squirrelling away food and whatnot. A beaten old building like this is a difficult place to survive a winter. ]

[fallingsand]

[ Winter? Supplies? The blank look Dimitri receives initially should be enough to tell him that, no, he hasn't thought of that at all, not any of it. In this, he's beginning to realize he's outside of any experience of his own and he looks down at the floor — at his own very not-winter-ready sandals, in fact — rather than at Dimitri. If he's going to be judged, he'd rather not see it happening... ]

It's not like I never go into the city to get stuff, y'know... [ Although there's a limit to what one small guy like him can carry in one trip to and back again. ] But I don't really know a whole lot about winter. It's warm every season where I'm from, uh, except for when Pepa was in a bad mood, I guess, but that... varied, usually? Like, that didn't always end up as snow.

[paraselenes]

[ Was this "Pepa" a goddess of the seasons? Interesting. He can't help but envy that she would grant them mostly warm weather, then. ]

I see... well. In a harsh winter, there are nearly no plants to forage. The air turns dry and cold. You can lose your fingers and toes if you aren't careful—they'll practically turn to ice and won't turn back.

[ Which might be an extreme way of putting it, but it's been drilled in him since he was a child not to underestimate winter: the cold does not discriminate between king and peasant, ready to claim either overnight, and this isn't even half the dangers of it. Bruno seems to be a man of summer though, and Dimitri tries to keep his words as a gentle warning rather than an admonishment. ]

If winter comes, the journey to the city will become more demanding. [ Or he could get snowed in completely. ] So if you continue to stay here, you ought to prepare yourself now, just to be safe.

[fallingsand]

[ He'd be shocked to discover the presumed "goddess of the seasons" was his sister but, uh, anyway, Bruno seems more and more worried the longer that Dimitri goes on about the dangers of a real winter. He doesn't like the sound of it, any of it, and it shows plainly on his face. ]

S-so, basically, winter's gonna kill me. Is. Is that right?

[ Because that's what he got out of it, no matter how gentle a warning he'd tried to offer. ]

[paraselenes]

[ WELL, that's a conclusion he was hoping to dodge, though also he tends to err on the side of honesty, even if it's a little brutal. So. ]

It's... a possible outcome? [ quickly: ] But completely preventable.

[ It's totally fine and okay and cool. Probably. ]

Just—looking around, it's something I would keep in mind.

[fallingsand]

[ One more thing to worry about. Bruno breathes out a long, quiet sort of sigh. ]

I guess I couldn't keep on being a weird hermit forever, huh?

[ Moving into the city. What a nerve-wracking thought but there's no way the chapel is going to be anything but freezing cold during a real winter. After that, Bruno's silent for a time, lost in thought, still staring down at the floor, but then he gives a start, as though suddenly remembering, yeah, he has company? Yes. He has company.

His head darts up and he looks at Dimitri again and, following one last awkward pause, he latches onto the first thought that comes to mind. ]

Do you... want something to drink while you wait? Uh, like. I think I have some tea left I could make?