[she wants to know more, enraptured as she is in his words - but then he cuts her off. and then she pauses for a little bit before nodding, letting him have it.
her hands come up - to mimic the way one would hold a shotgun, familiar and practiced, like she's taking aim at something across the room]
Дробовик. Shotgun, and sometimes other gun. Papa taught me for hunting.
he mimics the mime back, then mimes a handgun firing, cocking his head.]
Shooting?
[he's nearly as fascinated with the idea of Anya, of all people, pulling off some Legretta-esque sharpshooting as Anya was with his description of the princess.]
So the guns in the basement... you can use them?
[oh he DEFINITELY wants to see this at some point.]
[she can't help but laugh a bit that that, apparently proud of herself - ]
Да. Yes - I had a shotgun I kept with me on Thursday, just in case. [she knew fairly well how outmatched she could be in a fight, but she could at least shoot so she wasn't totally defenseless?] Hard to find ammo... only had two shots.
But Anya has good aim, so every shot counts.
[it's her own little secret to make sure people underestimated her it's fine]
[she makes a thoughtful sound at that before she just says outright - ]
I think praise for doing a good job, when I do, would be very nice. Подготовить. So please be ready to give praise to Anya.
[she's so confident? it's the confidence that gets her to wink at him, because at the end of the day she is an idol, and she knows how to be charming even though this is probably the first time she's been this shameless]
[but asch in a reasonable mood is nothing if not an open book. whatever shade was was gradually departing from his expression immediately starts to return, pulling the light in his eyes back behind the clouds. his eyes slide away—back towards his hand resting on the keys of the pipe organ.
idly, he presses one or two, the lack of air pressure within producing no sound.]
"well, when i was a child i was the son of a duke and next in line for the throne but i was kidnapped by an asshole who had designs on using me as a tool to revolutionize the world in a really fucked up way, and he replaced me with a clone of myself, which i naturally hated. since the clone was a perfect replica nobody could tell it wasn't me, so i lost my whole life and became a career soldier instead, idolizing the man who ruined my life in an attempt to rationalize my terrible predicament and abuse"--]
It's complicated.
[a mysterious answer which suggests all kinds of fantastical things??? which isn't helpful!!!]
it was so much easier with the memory share. accidentally stumbling into it here...
...
maybe he can just condense it? hell only knows that if it hadn't happened to him, he wouldn't believe it.]
...I was born the son of a Duke. When I was still a child, I was kidnapped, and I couldn't return home. My only choice was to join a standing military order to survive.
[there. a neat. clean. sanitized version. not at all untrue.]
somehow it was even worse than she thought - but she listens regardless. and then she'll carefully reach out one hand to rest over the one that he has on the keys of the organ, a gentle touch that he can pull away from if it's unwelcome]
Трудно. Still does not sound easy... I am sorry you had to do that.
[rather than pull away, he just... tenses up, and exhales, as if to stop himself from jerking his hand away.]
There's no point dwelling on it.
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My family... [...welcomed me back with open arms, and my mom even hugged me. my uncle is a pretty chill dude, and my cousin is a perfect angel princess. gosh i love them.]
... Mm. Сила. I think... you are very strong person, to keep going.
[it's different from her - who made the choice to be away from her family, and yet misses them every single day. she'd never quite make it to asch's level, even if their situations were more similar]
... Glad you survived. Glad you are here now, and I got to meet you.
... I think this house is not a very nice place - but the people in it are, and I like them all very much. [perhaps more than she should, all things considered,] Возрождение. I know it is not for certain we will get to be alive again... but I think if we are here, with these souls and spirits, it is good to try.
And I hope you get to choose another life for you - where you get to do what you want, and not what you think you have to do.
[he scoffs, gently, a hopeless amusement underneath. what a childish sentiment, he doesn't say. like a little kid, wishing for everything to turn out okay.
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...a true princess—in name, as well as duty. She travelled extensively, fought bravely for peace, and upheld her kingdom's name.
A princess of, and for, the people.
[he pauses, and scoffs, a gently amused sound. any trace of the furor from earlier is truly gone.]
That was a couple of questions. My turn.
Have you ever used a weapon before you came to this manor?
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her hands come up - to mimic the way one would hold a shotgun, familiar and practiced, like she's taking aim at something across the room]
Дробовик. Shotgun, and sometimes other gun. Papa taught me for hunting.
Other than that... none.
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so
THAT was unexpected.
he mimics the mime back, then mimes a handgun firing, cocking his head.]
Shooting?
[he's nearly as fascinated with the idea of Anya, of all people, pulling off some Legretta-esque sharpshooting as Anya was with his description of the princess.]
So the guns in the basement... you can use them?
[oh he DEFINITELY wants to see this at some point.]
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Да. Yes - I had a shotgun I kept with me on Thursday, just in case. [she knew fairly well how outmatched she could be in a fight, but she could at least shoot so she wasn't totally defenseless?] Hard to find ammo... only had two shots.
But Anya has good aim, so every shot counts.
[it's her own little secret to make sure people underestimated her it's fine]
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[and from his expression it's clear he DEFINITELY WOULD.
there's even a hint of a smile—like a sun's ray through the clouds. but this time, it's directly to her.]
...You know, a princess must also be skilled in combat artes.
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Лесть. ["Flattery"] I think you might just be saying what Anya wants to hear now.
[not that she seems mad about it]
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I didn't say you were skilled. I'll be the judge of that.
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there's a little glint in her eye - because it doesn't come out often, but anya does get competitive]
And if I do well? Хвалить? Will you tell me so?
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[the grey weather on his face is breaking up just a little bit more.]
...then I'll think about it.
[that was?
almost playful?]
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[she makes a thoughtful sound at that before she just says outright - ]
I think praise for doing a good job, when I do, would be very nice. Подготовить. So please be ready to give praise to Anya.
[she's so confident? it's the confidence that gets her to wink at him, because at the end of the day she is an idol, and she knows how to be charming even though this is probably the first time she's been this shameless]
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it's fine.]
"When", is it? Hmph. I'd like to see that confidence backed up with action.
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[VERY CONFIDENT - ]
Oh but - Мой ход. My turn for question. If Asch knows princess... then are you prince? Knight? Noble?
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Then I'll be looking forward to it.
[but asch in a reasonable mood is nothing if not an open book. whatever shade was was gradually departing from his expression immediately starts to return, pulling the light in his eyes back behind the clouds. his eyes slide away—back towards his hand resting on the keys of the pipe organ.
idly, he presses one or two, the lack of air pressure within producing no sound.]
...Not any more.
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... Перед? Before?
Why not now...?
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"well, when i was a child i was the son of a duke and next in line for the throne but i was kidnapped by an asshole who had designs on using me as a tool to revolutionize the world in a really fucked up way, and he replaced me with a clone of myself, which i naturally hated. since the clone was a perfect replica nobody could tell it wasn't me, so i lost my whole life and became a career soldier instead, idolizing the man who ruined my life in an attempt to rationalize my terrible predicament and abuse"--]
It's complicated.
[a mysterious answer which suggests all kinds of fantastical things??? which isn't helpful!!!]
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... I will listen close, if you do not mind saying.
[even if it's complicated she still wants to know]
But if it is hard to talk about... I understand.
[even if she will honestly be disappointed]
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it was so much easier with the memory share. accidentally stumbling into it here...
...
maybe he can just condense it? hell only knows that if it hadn't happened to him, he wouldn't believe it.]
...I was born the son of a Duke. When I was still a child, I was kidnapped, and I couldn't return home. My only choice was to join a standing military order to survive.
[there. a neat. clean. sanitized version. not at all untrue.]
That's all.
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somehow it was even worse than she thought - but she listens regardless. and then she'll carefully reach out one hand to rest over the one that he has on the keys of the organ, a gentle touch that he can pull away from if it's unwelcome]
Трудно. Still does not sound easy... I am sorry you had to do that.
Do you miss family...?
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There's no point dwelling on it.
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My family... [...welcomed me back with open arms, and my mom even hugged me. my uncle is a pretty chill dude, and my cousin is a perfect angel princess. gosh i love them.]
...No. If I did, I wouldn't have survived.
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... Mm. Сила. I think... you are very strong person, to keep going.
[it's different from her - who made the choice to be away from her family, and yet misses them every single day. she'd never quite make it to asch's level, even if their situations were more similar]
... Glad you survived. Glad you are here now, and I got to meet you.
[even if they are both dead,]
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but...]
...I'd rather you hadn't had to die for the opportunity.
[his hand relaxes a little underneath hers.]
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[it'd be nice if neither of them had to die]
... I think this house is not a very nice place - but the people in it are, and I like them all very much. [perhaps more than she should, all things considered,] Возрождение. I know it is not for certain we will get to be alive again... but I think if we are here, with these souls and spirits, it is good to try.
And I hope you get to choose another life for you - where you get to do what you want, and not what you think you have to do.
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he shifts, a little uncomfortably. what would that even look like? where would it be? was there any point to being alive, if it wasn't on Auldrant?]
...First, we have to try for those who have lives to return to.
We can think about anything past that later.
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[she'll just outright say it]
So... I hope that would make you happy too.
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what if he told her he's not sure he wants one?
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Thanks.
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...Guess our question time is over.
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