PC: DILUC

[tombtaker]

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W0 - SATURDAY

[tombtaker]

[ hello hello. lucien is sprawled on one of the chairs in the observation room, staring out into ... literal space.

the clothes are relatively simple, a linen shirt with a deep-vee because some things never fucking change, a black coat with bits of hardened leather in vulnerable places, and simple black trousers and boots. everything looks extremely worn, like that look clothes get when they've been repeatedly put through hell and then washed. all his all stuff is at his feet - including his second outfit, which seems to mostly consist of a large fur-lined coat. apparently he's not planning on staying in his room much.

this is fine. ]

Well? Do you feel they answered all our questions?

[pyromance]

[ diluc takes note of lucien's things quietly. his own clothes are in impeccable condition (he's in his default outfit ignore the icon(s)), expertly tailored and of high-quality materials and embellishments. they are worn neatly as well, but comfortably like an old habit.

he stands a respectful distance away from lucien, gazing out into the vast expanse of Space himself. his expression shows the faintest hint of wonder, though it is difficult to parse behind his perpetually flat stare. ]

I'd say they've barely managed to answer half, if that. It seems suspect that all of us conveniently share the same amnesia, regarding our "contracts".

[tombtaker]

[ yeah that's good with him, distance is kinda nice. ]

I have a perfectly clear memory, and it doesn't involve signing any more contracts. I'm done with contracts and terms and promissory notes.

[pyromance]

...You're not wary of potential repercussions?

[ for breaking the so-called terms of their so-called contracts ]

W0 FRI (POST-BODY)

[pyromance]

[ having spoken of the bar, they are there now! diluc is cleaning every last glass with almost obsessive focus. and when he's finished with those, he moves onto wiping down the counter and whatever bottles and various accoutrements are there.

he is very quiet, but everything he does not say is projected loudly in a stormcloud of emotions. ]

...Would you like a drink?

[tombtaker]

[ he will take a seat at the bar - he's chainsmoking and he certainly smells like he's been at this for a while - but every emotion is very tightly controlled. wrapped up tight and put away for later. or never. who's to say! ]

Alright.

[pyromance]

[ the less emotional feedback the better, really. it probably helps diluc's reach some sort of equilibrium. but things are... Tense... ]

Any flavor preferences?

W1 MONDAY

[pyromance]

[ ...idk how many strip mall threads lucien has but HERE'S ANOTHER. MORE CLOTHES! diluc is rifling through the rack of darker colors (naturally), trying to find suitable garments to swap out his current attire with. he's somewhat mumbling to himself, ]

I still wish there were laundering services here...

[ what's lucien got...!! ]

[tombtaker]

[ lucien has changed because he's still a vain guy. he just doesn't like his tattoos as much, but he does know his tits are good. ]

Always water and a bucket around.

[pyromance]

[ NICE. diluc is too polite to look at lucien's tits, but he's definitely very aware of them. good for him. (which one? yes.) ]

...True. If I'm lucky, perhaps some soap as well.

[ in a pinch he could shampoo his clothes but some proper detergent would be nice... ]

W1 THURSDAY

[pyromance]

[ sorry this is late dies in work and cooking—diluc will find lucien wherever he is in the ship/void... ]

Your injuries. Have they been seen to...?

[ since apparently he'd just walked it off earlier!!! ]

[tombtaker]

[ YOU'RE FINE THE TIMING IS PERFECT

lucien is just going wherever seems quiet and not crowded for the moment, and it seems like he's at least cleaned up. but the scratches on his face still look fresh, so, apparently not in the pod. ]

I walked it off.

[pyromance]

[ immediately gets hit by curfew ]

You're quite resilient.

[ diluc doesn't look entirely convinced, though... ]

...I've a handful of spare medical supplies, if you'd like to make use of them.

W2 MONDAY

[pyromance]

[ elc paddock!! diluc is trying to acquaint himself with one of the mounts. his expression looks softer than usual—he's a horsegirl so this is the next best thing.

he turns and nods to lucien in greeting. ]

They're remarkable, aren't they?

[tombtaker]

[ he is ... not a horsegirl, but he is familiar with horses. he isn't quite sure what he makes of these things. he'll watch for a while, though maybe a little bit hoping one of them throws diluc into the snow. ]

Certainly an interesting machine. Runs on magic, aye?

[ he'll reach a hand out to one of them to sniff. if they sniff anything? ]

[pyromance]

[ relatable mood. ]

At this point, I'm not sure what the difference is, between technology and magic.

[ he's not exactly sure how to approach these creatures either. often food is involved, but he doesn't think they eat...

anyway, has a staring match with an elc. ]

W3 - MONDAY

[tombtaker]

[ You’re woken up with a harsh, thin whisper.

“Aldreda. Dreda. Get up.”

As you open your eyes, you see Lucien - your brother, not much older than you. A year or so older than your 10 summers.

It’s dark, but that’s not exactly a problem with your infernal heritage - everything is clear in shades of gray. You’ve been curled into your corner of the caravan, with Miss Queenie, a doll Elric had made from scraps of the last year’s costumes for you. You can hear your mother and father asleep in their bunk. Your father snores, especially when he’s been drinking. Sock Brother sits up where you last saw him, staring off into the space in front of him, mouth slack. He doesn’t seem to react to the two of you. At least, not yet. Your father's lute is leaned against the caravan wall between you all, a few of the costumes hung from wire across the roof.

Lucien looks impatient - he’s been getting taller, his horns starting to curl larger, and one of his eyes is halfway swollen shut - he’d stumbled earlier, hauling water up from the loch - but still burning with an insistent impatience. Like always. He’s wearing a small pack, bursting at the seams.

“Come on already.” ]

[pyromance]

[ SHAKES IN SIBLING LORE

diluc (diluc? aldreda) blinks, stirring slowly, hands rubbing his eyes somewhat clumsily, fingers not fully wakened from sleep yet. he looks to his brother (kaeya? lucien) with a half-open gaze. ]

Where are we going...?

[ even in his confusion, he uncurls quietly from his corner to follow. he doesn't take miss queenie with him, though perhaps lucien's memory will place the doll back in his hands anyway, as he moves closer to lucien. ]

...Is your eye okay?

[tombtaker]

It's fine.

[ It's nothing you're not used to seeing on his face. At least lately. Without Elric there to take the brunt of it, Lucien has been on the receiving end more than not, lately. What remains of Elric breathes steadily from it's place, slumped against the wall of the caravan.

The doll doesn't end up back in his - her, maybe - hands. Possibly because Lucien doesn't remember what happened to it. It was there, and then-- ]

We're going. I've got a plan. Please just be quiet.

[ he's packing without waiting for an answer - whatever clothes he can hold in his arms and putting them in diluc's. aldreda's. And then he's pulling her along, out the door and into the woods. ]

W4 MONDAY

[pyromance]

[ puts them in the north part of the concourse mega park! ice cream deito... idk how lucien got here but they're stuck together now (literally).

diluc is holding an ice cream cone in his hand, and lifts it to lucien's mouth with a brow raise. maybe feeding him can count as affection? to break the "curse". ]

[tombtaker]

[ making a face like a very disgruntled cat when this happens. look it's not the worst idea but every fibre of lucien's body is like ............... no. ]

What is it?

[pyromance]

[ shouldn't cats like dairy though... even if it is bad for them. ]

A dessert. It's quite good.

[ say 'ahhhhhhh' ]

W7 - MONDAY

[tombtaker]

[ he's been exploring, but all the new locations on the ship are full of meat, and planet side is exceptionally creepy feeling but at least there's a sky (that looking at makes your organs shrivel) but. you know. he prefers that.

diluc can probably find him sitting somewhere in the resort, just observing. ]

You're back just in time for all the dramatics.

[pyromance]

[ everything new... is bad actually! (lucien please be normal for once challenge.)

diluc gives him a wry smile as he takes a seat beside him. ]

There was plenty on the other side, I assure you.

But it does feel different, now that we're all back together.

[ if three's a party, what does 47 make? ]

[tombtaker]

[ lucien is actually more normal than he was this week, okay. he's not normal normal, but he's like. more normal. it's fine. anyway THE THOUGHTSHARE MAKE HIM JUMP. he forgot about that one. my god. ]

47 makes a godsdamned riot.