let's delay our misery
Yes, folks, it's time for that staple of staples: the hot springs meme! Your character is now joining someone else for a dip in the hot springs (or just passing by, if you're really dead sure they're not going to strap out of their spiky armor).
Is this the Bokaisen in Kugane? The natural springs in icy northern Twinpools? Some hidden, bubbly corner of Gyr Abania, maybe? Or familiar Camp Bronze Lake? You've got a lot of options! It can also just, you know, be nowhere in particular.
Why are they in the springs? Who knows! It's meme logic, my friends.
A note: this meme is intended as a gen meme, though if you'd like to play it as a variant of the matchmaking smut springs meme that's frequently posted on Bakerstreet, you're very welcome to do so!
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oh no worries!
[Because Varis has an heir with a direct claim to the throne, and one who is absolutely no one's idea of a fair and beloved ruler. And though it's hard to say for sure, knowing Zenos, he might just take it.
...Yikes. She scoffs into her forearms.]
Hah. You know, if you'd asked me a bell or two earlier if I was up for having a friendly talk about history and sociology with an Ascian, in the women's bath, I might've told you to sod off. But... this isn't bad. It's possible we won't get another chance after this, anyway.
[She pauses mid-sentiment there, her lips thinning as she searches for the words she wants. "Not hating him" is not liking him by strict necessity, and it's sort of a stretch to say that's the case. But there is an element of something she can't quite identify lingering in her mind, a gut feeling that says this is not the beginnings of a cruel attempt to worm his way into her good graces for future manipulation.
Perhaps the adoration of Solus that the people of Garlemald held was sincere based upon what truths he deigned to share with them, after all.]
And for what it's worth, I don't hate you.
Re: oh no worries!
Well to be perfectly fair, I find you the least troublesome out of all your traveling companions--
[ damning with faint praise, that was something that was quite up his alley and he was rather adept at it, along with the rules of verbal engagement. In all honesty though it was not quite a damn, more like a praise with faint damn-- though if he was damning the Scions or himself, one could be entirely sure what with all the verbal rigamarole ]
Also, the woman's bath does not truly look any different from the men's bath-- though honestly, it likely smells better..
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I don't know about that... you'd be surprised how gross some women can be.
[At the very least, the water here isn't scented like she's seen them do in Kugane. She's grinning like she finds it funny, though.]
Hell, I'll take the compliment, I suppose. I know they all have varying degrees of disdain for you, but... I don't think they've thought at such length about the people they end up having me put to the sword, either.
[The fact she even has a chunk of white auracite in her possession is proof enough they want the same here, too. And it's understandable when the result is the destruction of multiple worlds and the deaths of all those upon them, which is one she cannot agree with.
The Garleans she's put down had lives and loved ones, broken and warped though they may have been. The Heavens' Ward, too, and they were all tempered to boot. Even people like Yotsuyu had reasons for what they did, and she still ended up being a complex case. And Lahabrea...
Gods, if only she'd known of it all back then. He'd been through the same lonely, endless stretch of time as Emet-Selch, despite having shown so little of the toll it must have taken on him. His fervor was always so heavy-handed with how comically villainous it made him sound, and he became an easy target to loathe because of it, but...
She threads wet fingers into her hair, scrubbing the thought from her mind.]
Even so, I don't do what I'm told so much as I try to come to my own conclusions. And if that conclusion leads me to connecting a little with someone I'm supposed to hate, then that's my own damned problem, and I'll deal with the consequences of it when I get to them.
[Besides, there's just no nice way to say "since I'm going to have to attempt in earnest to kill you at some point to stop the Rejoining and all."]
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[ Oh he knew quite well how utterly distasteful some of the people could be, and in all essence, Vauthry was the first thing that came to mind. He was absolutely positive that there was a stench there that he did not want to dwell over much on. Best not to, he'd just politely take out his handkerchief and press it to his nose if he came in contact with Vauthry for any extended period ]
Choice-- that is what all humanity is given. They are capable of the greatest and most transcendent art, the most powerfully moving music, the most stirring emotions-- but they are also capable of the lowest of vices; jealousy-- lust, a thirst for power. You give a single choice but two different paths, and they will do what resonates with them.
[ he watched Irhya with those golden eyes, and there was a strange bit of truth hidden in them-- eyes were the windows to the soul and his eyes never truly hid anything though more often then not it was the casual mask of disain and perpetual ennui -- ocassionally one would get a glimpse of what was the truth in all of the mirrors ]
You would only be adhereing to your own truth, and I cannot fault you in that.
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[She lifts her head up for the first time in a while to smile at him, tucking her elbows under her. If she were an actual cat, it'd no doubt be a form of loafing.]
You're sure you don't wanna try getting in before I get out?
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[ he snapped his finger though, but nothing happened so much as the mugs, emptied of tea, disappeared back to where they had come-- yet one of many frivolous uses of power that he displayed on a daily basis and what made the other Ascians what one would call 'frowny face' at him, especially Elidibus who pretty much disapproved of everything that Emet considered to be amusing ]
Oh, I think not, perhaps next time--
[ if there was a next time, it was doubtful as Irhya had stated verbally; but well he wasn't saying an outright no to eventualities, just in this moment-- he was entirely too comfortable, and he was also a firm believer in the term 'whoever had the most clothes on held all the power' in the exchange, make of that what you will ]
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[Which means she'll have to make a point of shoehorning something equally ridiculous into her agenda, of course. There is a towel sitting neatly folded on a rock nearby; she stands up and reaches for it, draping it over her shoulders.]
You never know. I take spare moments where I can get them. Mayhap I should remember to invite you for the next one?
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Of course listening to Thancred speak, could also do that as well-- well good that the Scion didn't know that, else he'd probably speak a lot more; some things needed to remain a secret irregardless ]
Then I look forward to next time we may converse again--
[ and somehow; he actually meant that-- with no shadows of sarcasm dripping from his voice per usual ]