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OPEN
Who: Alexei Dinoia, anyone who chooses to join him (presumably you!)
What: Lorbies. The questionable decision to teach a lorby to knife fight. Babies everywhere. Something else that's less covered in fursnakes and more covered in issues with gods but just as awkward.
When: Mid-November.
Where: Enso.
Warnings: Will be added as we go, if necessary!
[I. At Least He's Not Trying To Teach Her Magic]
[This is Repede.
Now, Repede is largely irrelevant to the general story of LifeAftr as it stands so far, seeing as he's not Alexei's dog. That dog has gone through two of Alexei's subordinates as owners, but he's never belonged to Alexei. Hell, the dog's father didn't even belong to Alexei - but anyway, the point here is that Niren Fedrock trained his dogs to do all sorts of weird shit in the interest of being combat-ready, and some of the weird shit apparently involved knife fighting and actual fucking magic.
This has long been an urge that Alexei has never understood - at least not until fairly recently, when he acquired Cumore. Cumore is a lorby that used to belong to Yeager but now belongs to Alexei because Yeager is no longer here and someone has to pretend to be a responsible person from Terca Lumireis, and honestly he's quite tired of her trying to beat up god-knows-what with her face because she thinks she's a mighty hunter and no one seems to have told her that she is, in fact, a.lorby.
So you know what, Niren, you win this round; this is more or less why people on Enso with nothing better to do may find themselves in a clearing with Alexei having drawn his large fuckoff sword and aiming it patiently at a bright pink lorby with a leather sheath strapped firmly around her body; she makes a bit of a godawful noise before rearing back to try to grab the knife contained inside said sheath and she…
...well, she totally hits herself in the face with the handle of the knife and then looks at Alexei like this is somehow his fault, and he just kind of. lowers the sword, looks very tired, and addresses her like he knows he's lost all damn control of his life.]
...Do you want me to try adjusting that, or do you want to try again?
[Look, if a dog can figure this out, surely a lorby can manage; she's just...off to a rough start.]
[II. Garista, Those Aren't Even Yours]
[Garista has found the babies.
Alexei cannot say for sure that none of the babies are his; sometimes he sends Garista out to forage and he can't say for certain if Garista actually does that or just goes and parties his way across the new lorby population on Enso. But either way, there sure are babies, and there sure is Garista, waking Alexei up at early o'clock in the morning to deal with them.
So that's why occasionally there is a white lorby with a gold collar inlaid with bright purple stones strapped to it, making excited chirring noises before leading a bunch of little lorblings off to the nearest berry bush; Alexei is…awake but he's earning that designation in name only, and he's trying very hard to hide it well but it is entirely too early to deal with screaming babies.
If you're an early enough riser, though, he can be found waiting for Garista to come back, toying with one of the babies that stayed behind through some morbid sense of curiosity and is now crawling all over his hand.]
My own should return soon enough; god forbid these little pests go without breakfast until a more reasonable hour.
[III. Sometimes You Do What You Can]
[Of course, there's still the matter of the altar.
Alexei has noticed his own sense of growing bitterness with the gods, with the requests for power and torment offered up in return, and while he does have a few crystals to slot into the altar - not many, because he continues to be a man who has little to say that's nice to anyone - he finds himself returning here occasionally, at various hours of the day, for...well, for very little reason he understands.
In the end he doesn't find himself offering prayers or devotions or crystals to the gods that can be found here; there is something like praying being done, however. Quiet verses offered under his breath, old invocations to the Goddess that he stumbles through, only half-remembered.
He doesn't have anything to offer her as sacrifice, and he has no guarantee that she can even hear him. He doubts she can; he doubts she has any care for the prayers of a dead man. But it's what he's managing anyway; she should accept the humility while it's being offered at all.]
What: Lorbies. The questionable decision to teach a lorby to knife fight. Babies everywhere. Something else that's less covered in fursnakes and more covered in issues with gods but just as awkward.
When: Mid-November.
Where: Enso.
Warnings: Will be added as we go, if necessary!
[I. At Least He's Not Trying To Teach Her Magic]
[This is Repede.
Now, Repede is largely irrelevant to the general story of LifeAftr as it stands so far, seeing as he's not Alexei's dog. That dog has gone through two of Alexei's subordinates as owners, but he's never belonged to Alexei. Hell, the dog's father didn't even belong to Alexei - but anyway, the point here is that Niren Fedrock trained his dogs to do all sorts of weird shit in the interest of being combat-ready, and some of the weird shit apparently involved knife fighting and actual fucking magic.
This has long been an urge that Alexei has never understood - at least not until fairly recently, when he acquired Cumore. Cumore is a lorby that used to belong to Yeager but now belongs to Alexei because Yeager is no longer here and someone has to pretend to be a responsible person from Terca Lumireis, and honestly he's quite tired of her trying to beat up god-knows-what with her face because she thinks she's a mighty hunter and no one seems to have told her that she is, in fact, a.lorby.
So you know what, Niren, you win this round; this is more or less why people on Enso with nothing better to do may find themselves in a clearing with Alexei having drawn his large fuckoff sword and aiming it patiently at a bright pink lorby with a leather sheath strapped firmly around her body; she makes a bit of a godawful noise before rearing back to try to grab the knife contained inside said sheath and she…
...well, she totally hits herself in the face with the handle of the knife and then looks at Alexei like this is somehow his fault, and he just kind of. lowers the sword, looks very tired, and addresses her like he knows he's lost all damn control of his life.]
...Do you want me to try adjusting that, or do you want to try again?
[Look, if a dog can figure this out, surely a lorby can manage; she's just...off to a rough start.]
[II. Garista, Those Aren't Even Yours]
[Garista has found the babies.
Alexei cannot say for sure that none of the babies are his; sometimes he sends Garista out to forage and he can't say for certain if Garista actually does that or just goes and parties his way across the new lorby population on Enso. But either way, there sure are babies, and there sure is Garista, waking Alexei up at early o'clock in the morning to deal with them.
So that's why occasionally there is a white lorby with a gold collar inlaid with bright purple stones strapped to it, making excited chirring noises before leading a bunch of little lorblings off to the nearest berry bush; Alexei is…awake but he's earning that designation in name only, and he's trying very hard to hide it well but it is entirely too early to deal with screaming babies.
If you're an early enough riser, though, he can be found waiting for Garista to come back, toying with one of the babies that stayed behind through some morbid sense of curiosity and is now crawling all over his hand.]
My own should return soon enough; god forbid these little pests go without breakfast until a more reasonable hour.
[III. Sometimes You Do What You Can]
[Of course, there's still the matter of the altar.
Alexei has noticed his own sense of growing bitterness with the gods, with the requests for power and torment offered up in return, and while he does have a few crystals to slot into the altar - not many, because he continues to be a man who has little to say that's nice to anyone - he finds himself returning here occasionally, at various hours of the day, for...well, for very little reason he understands.
In the end he doesn't find himself offering prayers or devotions or crystals to the gods that can be found here; there is something like praying being done, however. Quiet verses offered under his breath, old invocations to the Goddess that he stumbles through, only half-remembered.
He doesn't have anything to offer her as sacrifice, and he has no guarantee that she can even hear him. He doubts she can; he doubts she has any care for the prayers of a dead man. But it's what he's managing anyway; she should accept the humility while it's being offered at all.]