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Back where I'm from, I was personally mentored by one of the best surgeons in the Kingdom of Rondon, who was a baron no less. Eventually, I also ended up serving as a combat medic for a war that just recently ended. As a result, I can't say I've had a lot of time exploring much in the way of hobbies, but I'll be glad to explore that kind of thing with people here. It's certainly much calmer by comparison.
Difficult to say as we adjust to life in this resort, but right now I'm just interested in getting to know everyone else here and assuring we all have a pleasant time. I assure you, I'd like to see to it you have one.
I used to work as a butler, so I have experiencing in mixing some pretty decent cocktails.
As much as I would love make people here a drink, I'd also enjoy showing how good I am with my hands. And, well, everything else, for the record.
Not much for books honestly; they put me to sleep better than any sedative. But I do like jazz and swing music, mystery films, and I favor beef wellingtons.
I consider myself a flexible man, but I like someone with a quick wit.
Wine.
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
Mimes, because at least they don't talk.
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Bath.
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Pirates, I guess.
.05 TITS OR ASS
Both.
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
Coffee.
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Spicy. Never really got used to sweets.
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Summer.
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Lace.
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
Both.
ISFJ-T
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She does as he says, cutting a piece of meat for herself, sure to get the pastry along with it. No gravy to start off, she'll try it with that later. The meat is so tender! Juicy and red! Not stodgy or tough like it would so often get cooked at home.
It goes in her mouth and practically melts. Her eyes are wide at it, oh...]
Mmm!! Mm, mm, mm..! Daahn- [oops, her mouth is full- she chews and swallows behind a hand. Her feet kick beneath the table. The picture of a contented girl,] -that's so good..!
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[Years of training and being molded prepares Daan as he delicately cuts into his, but he watches Marina fondly as she digs in. Honestly, he doesn't really care about her lack of manners, and he's more just honestly glad she's enjoying herself.]
You can see why this ended up as one of my favorite meals, then. There's nothing quite like it. Most other meats are like tough old fucking boots in how they're prepared. [or they were just insanely unlucky, but y'know]
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Right, Daan made her a new drink. She sips the old fashion and that's get an approving nods.]
That's better, more sweet! [-Oh, hmm... there's a moment of realization that seems to wash over her. An uncommon self consciousness for the confident Marina Domek. Her face flushes, like she's been caught out by herself. She eyes Daan like she fully expects him to make fun of her, tease her for seeming childish again. Like most people in Europa, she had to grow up too fast. It does embarrass her when it shows.]
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Let her enjoy herself to her fullest.]
So you prefer sweet things. Noted. [That's as far as he gets to teasing her, and his smile is fond.] There are a number of cocktails that are incredibly sweet. I made one for Cloud that can taste like chocolate cake, so we'll have to try that with you sometime.
...Personally, I find sweet things a bit overwhelming, but I assume that's because I didn't have any of that until I tried it when I was-- what, 18? Something like that. It was too much for me. So I need to pair it with something else, usually.
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He's sweet. He's sweet to her. She recognizes and appreciates that, letting her suddenly manifested guard back down. It comes and goes, a moment a vulnerability where she braces herself for hurt. Yet, here, it doesn't happen.
Marina just listens to him talk, passing through the moment with his odd, yet caring grace. What a cool guy.]
Oh, that sounds like a dessert. Something for after dinner. [Cloud, though,]
Are things still good with him? He likes you. [emphasized with the weight only a teenage girl can imbue that word with] You should have seen the look on his face when I called you for breakfast.
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[Right. Daan can't blame her for asking, he brought up Cloud first. There's a pause, and he sets down his silverware.]
...We caught up later in the evening. He took me out.
Trust me, I've picked up pretty strongly how he feels. That is not a subtle man. [And, really, Daan wants to let himself like him back, but...]
I should cure him of that.
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Are you sick of him?
[Daan sounded so smitten last time. Then brought him up unprompted. There's something sad about that to Marina, she hopes he'll say no.]
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What--? No. Not-- no.
...I do... I do like him. He's an odd man, but he's also kind and says to me constantly how he would protect me. Hell, who wouldn't swoon a bit about that?
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She would not want Artemy cured of liking her back. So. Hmmmm.
She looks at him more skeptical than ever. What is your deal, Daan?]
Don't ruin it for yourself. If you really like him. I forbid you being stupid.
[... as if she has any say in the matter]
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[Daan sighs softly, closing his eye for a moment. How can he explain succinctly what kind of person he is? Throughout his entire life, there's been little worth, and only Elise could spare any love for him. There must be something wrong about Daan, after all; he had to work hard for her, for everything.
Why doesn't it feel like enough?He looks out that fake window, the view convincing. A facsimile, not unlike the doctor without an actual degree.]
I can't do that to him. Cloud deserves more than what I can offer him.
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What's he got to offer you, hmm? Affection and protection? And you have... generosity and cleverness! Brawn and brain. [she swallows her food, washing it down with another sip]
I think you're a good match! And you look good together. What more do you want, old man?
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[Really, he knows she means well, but his heart sinks to think about it. It'd feel like lying to Cloud, drawing him into false expectations. Even with everything so very, very wrong with Daan, there's even the aspect of his fate. How does he even begin to talk about that, too?]
...I was married. My wife, she-- she's gone now, but still, there's... [Daan's fingers grip his glass harder.] Where do I even begin with all that?
Elise knew everything about what happened, what I... had to do. And she still said "yes" to me. Somehow in our fucked up world, she married me.
[And she's gone now. Whenever he gets to telling Cloud everything, he feels like he knows what will happen. He knows.]
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Oh. She doesn't says it. Just mouths it silently.
Somehow widower wasn't what she'd ever picked up from Daan. There's a humbling feeling to that. Marina is usually so proud of her read on people, but here she's completely taken by surprise. Which sets her more down to level, grasping at the situation Daan is in. How much more difficult this all must be to accept. Everything in his past is really stacked against him here, isn't it?]
I'm sorry, Daan. [that first, no excuses. Ignorant or not, it was cruel to go on like that. She doesn't ever want to lose sight of caring about people. She's sorry to act that way and she's sorry for what happened, whatever happened, to his wife.]
I want to know what happened, but... you don't have to say. If you're not ready to talk about it.
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[Genuinely, Daan isn't even mad at her. How could Marina have expected it, when Daan did his best to conceal himself? Yet, bit by bit, he's cautiously becoming more vulnerable before her. Marina wasn't... amused at his history with the Sylvian cult and his parents, and he still isn't sure how to process all of that.
He shakes his head before he finishes his glass.]
...No. I said I'd tell you why I went to Prehevil, after all. You're just gonna have to bear with me, because I don't really know how to explain... all of it. Because I don't have all the answers. [A sigh, but he steels himself to explain.]
I, like a lot of men, was drafted into the war. I'm the lucky one that became a field medic instead of a soldier. [Daan shakes his head. He won't get into the war. Somehow, that's ended up the least of his problems despite the horrors he saw there too.] I got letters for awhile from her. Eventually... the letters stopped. I hoped that maybe they were just lost, as these things can happen.
When the war ended and I got home... [Daan frowns to himself, taking his glass of old-fashioned. He has a deep drink.] The manor was empty. No one was there, not even the maids. I searched and searched, until I went to the basement. There, in a ritual circle I did not recognize was Elise's body.
I tried to... fix it. [With a scowl, he traces his fingers idly over the edges of his eyepatch.] But it was too long. ...Dead, too long.
I wish I could say that was the worst part.
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[Marina can't imagine loving someone that much. Or being loved that much.
She knows what Daan's magic takes, the self sacrifice required and his willingness to do so. That he rubs along his missing eye says everything it needs to her. Something he gave that Sylvian did not give him back, her whims known to be capricious and arbitrary.
She pushes their used plates aside and puts her hands forward towards him on the table. If he wants to reach out and take them, she'll gently hold his hand, rub his fingers and knuckles slowly as they speak. If he's not feeling touchy, they are not so shoved towards him as to be presumptuous. An offer of comfort, not a demand towards him.]
Is the worst part what put you on that train?
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[The offer earns a hesitant glance, but he does eventually take Marina's hands. Her comfort is strange to him, when he expects the opposite every time. Should he be allowed to like this?]
Ha, no. No no, the worst part is in Prehevil.
I scoured the manor for some explanation as to what happened. The ritual circle looked like nothing I knew. Eventually, I discovered my mentor's notes mentioning Prehevil. I didn't have any other leads, so that's why I got on the train.
In those... moldy apartments where Olivia and you found me, I was by that sigil on the floor. I still remember it. It's the same one that was in the basement.
[Daan's hands tighten.] It still gets worse. [There's a grimace on his face.]
Do you recall the woman covered in stitches we fought in one of the bunkers? Olivia asked me to do a diagnosis on her after we managed to win.
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When he goes on, she recalls each moment in detail. She would hate to be back there again, but feels safe to reexamine those memories with Daan to hold onto. Can't hurt them now-]
It was in the church basement, also, wasn't it? Where my father was doing blood rituals. Where the effigy was placed. [they're more connected than she could ever realize, aren't they? Her stomach sinks to depths she didn't know it could. Did her father have something to do with- no, no, how could he? So far off from Rondon, he had no business there-
She swallows nothing to consider also that disturbing bunker. The writhing masses of bodies. Not unlike what she's heard of Sylvian's most swept away followers, but sewn into their fate more than merely melded to it. The woman they fought- Terrifying, kind of beautiful, that's the wrong thing to think, but...]
You did. I remember. Your face. [His face.
He didn't really say anything.
He just looked a way. Shell shocked. Like now.
Her hands squeeze his, shaking slightly, putting things together as she does. Too clever for her own good,]
Oh. Daan. No.
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Mm. There too. I still don't know what it means.
[There's a slow nod of his head as Marina comes to the realization, Daan's eye shutting. He remembers it well, examining that body, not realizing right away. He had his usual sarcastic tone on, sounding indifferent until the horror set in as he knew. He knew it was her.]
Elise's father was also my mentor. My father-in-law. And somehow he was that clown that was stalking us everywhere. I don't know, Marina. I don't know anything about what happened, or why. I went to Prehevil for answers and just ended up with more damned questions.
...I just want some fucking closure.
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The hunger was worse. She holds it down. Her body simply won't let go when fed, now.
Her composure, however, isn't doing the best.P ure dread fills her, rushes through her veins. Her heart is pounding in all the wrong ways. She looks at him sick and scared. Scared for him-]
Daan, Daan- you can't go back there. Olivia... she didn't say you made it. She didn't tell me what happened to you. She would say if you were okay-
[Marina was told she made it, but what does that matter? Who gives a fuck about continuing to live in that fucking hell hole!? She doesn't know that Daan is already well aware of his fate,]
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[His voice is soft, his eye gazing down at their hands together.]
She told me when we met. ...To be honest, it's been hanging over my head, that knowledge that I'm on borrowed time. That's another reason why I can't just... be with Cloud. I'd be putting him in a spot where I don't even know how much longer I have until I'm that damned thing.
[Daan looks at Marina now, properly.]
Olivia thinks I get moonscorched. I didn't correct her, because I don't think what becomes of me is... quite that. Not that it's any better.
The Pocketcat will come for me, like he's done all of my life. This time, I take his deal, and he takes my body. I will... become him. Presumably in exchange for finding out what happened to my wife.
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Daan. Become Pocketcat. It took off her arm- It enjoyed doing it, even! They killed it- Stomped on it's still smiling corpse-]
That's- Shit-! [Her surprise turns into anger. She can hear the whirling in her ears. The vortex of rage that she should be hurting something. That cruel instinct of Old Gods she studied all her life, found so fixating and fascinating. The spell isn't actually casting, but she feels the emotion of it. The hatred and pain she needs to muster up to make it go. So easy for her, too easy-]
Stupid man- Why would you ever do that!? You're not a monster-! You are not that thing! [She barks and her hand so gently bundled up with Daan parts from him.
Marina grabs and pulls Daan's wrist like she's reprimanding him-]
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Her hands jolt away like Daan is on fire. Her expression goes for pure rage to terrified regret in a blink.]
Sorry. Daan, I'm so sorry. [She wants to cry. To scream.
Why can't she?
She's held back grief so long she doesn't know how to mourn. Not for her mother, not for Daan. All her talk of not following in her father's footsteps and here she is, realizing she killed some part of her humanity. Is that something she can ever get back?
Her hands shake as they pull back around her, clutching her arms, digging nails into the left one. Making sure it's still there. The rest of her is shaking after. She sounds very small.]
You are not that thing...
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The hand on his wrist earns a startled look in his eye, and he goes stiff, waiting for her to do something. It's awful, but it made him think of Baron von Dutch in one of his worst moods, the coldest he could be. But the moment is gone, and all that's left are their regrets.
Hesitantly, Daan reaches out, fingertips brushing Marina's hair from her face. The way he likes to show his affection for her.]
Want to sit next to me for a minute?
[His voice is calm and quiet, contemplative. Daan can't agree with her; Olivia wouldn't lie, after all.
One day, that will be him. One day, Daan will cease to be, and there's just going to be that fucking cat.]
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She tries again, like resetting the record will make it play correctly. Pain, suffering, terror, the greatest hits. It all hurts, aches, but why isn't it enough?
He smooths her hair from her face. She finally looks at him.
Grim humor escapes her, hollow and unamused,]
Doctor, I think there's something wrong with me.
[it's not funny.
The failure at levity tickles the back of her throat, she grinds her teeth. Humor isn't hiding the truth of that. She's unmasked. Helpless to sort out how she's feeling. Why she isn't feeling what she thinks- knows- she should be.
Why can't she express this grief in a way that matters to her or to anybody else? What did this to her? Who is to blame? Anger is easier to muster- She can't get angry. That makes her her worst self. She wants Daan to know how much she cares about him- That isn't how- The record scratches and resets.
Daan might need to tell her to lay down. She looks so lost.]
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You and me both.
[Honestly, who wasn't a little fucked up in their group somehow?]
Come on. Lay down for awhile. ...I know that was a lot.
[He's just more practiced at compartmentalizing it all.]
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