( Today has been rather surreal to say the least. The impending murder plot seemed like hot air in a lot of ways to Emil, disconnected from the serious of it by his very thin associations with Tyr in general. It was of course concerning to have open threats on their network, plus the fact that he had to stay the night in Tyr regardless of how he felt about it. As it turns out...things certainly were taking a very serious turn. Enough for all of this.
It all still feels rather disjointed to Emil, but he has the big picture put into place. Lalli is certainly taking it all to heart, enough to wear himself out and need to be taken back home. Carried, rather. Then another trip back to Tyr, joining Klaus in the safehouse. Despite being more isolating, it actually has more comfort appeal than the regular dormitories.
After exerting himself, as well as the nostalgic pull of sleeping while it's dark outside, the sudden incoming transmission alert pulls Emil out of a half-dozed state. Oh, it's Lalli.
Oh, it's a gremlin. Same difference. )
I am here. ( The slight inflection isn't sour, just making the point. He can show Lalli a view of the area, which he does with an awkward rotation of his wrist. The corner wall he's leaning against isn't well lit, and it's already nearly impossible to make out anything on his screen with Lalli wrapped in darkness, too. After a handful of seconds in shuffling gloom, the area is illuminated in a warm glow. He'll have to keep regenerating the palm-sized flame orb he's created every five minutes, but that's...fine. ) How long does he have to keep staying here, you think?
( Because he hasn't been explicitly informed that he's supposed to stay here now, too. That's just something he's doing out of the kindness of his pure heart. )
❰ lalli makes no effort to hide the fact that emil's presence behind the safety of his rune traps is the best news he could've asked for. the tension around his eyes and his jaw fade, and if possible he sags a bit more into his veritable nest of emil's pillow and bedding.
meanwhile lalli can't help but feel a buzz of satisfaction despite himself as emil ever-so-casually summons a bit of his magic. they haven't talked about magic much - he should change that, shouldn't he? - but he's seen his friend do this before and it seems to come much more easily now.
then comes the question, and lalli lets out a slow, thoughtful breath. ❱
I don't know. ❰ an honest answer, better (in his biased opinion) than any of the platitudes someone else might have offered. ❱ Until he's not in danger.
❰ but assuming the threats are genuine? that could take a long, long time. lalli's both a scout and a rural finn. he's lived persistence hunting from both perspectives. it takes more effort to hide klaus than it does for the murderous boy to issue his threats, by quite a wide margin. they will tire before he does, maybe not soon but eventually. ❱ Or until we entreat Tyr. ❰ these gods do seem fairly invested in keeping them alive. ❱
( That answer certainly brings about mixed feelings. On one hand, it isn't that bad being here -- there's no hustle and annoyance of eight people on top of one another, then the other people in the second room. It's just not a choice. It's basically by force. That's the irritating bit.
All this just because that rowdy viking guy doesn't know how to take a chill pill. It's so stupid. )
Do you think that would help? Just asking Tyr if he can somehow...not let Klaus be murdered? ( Tyr is a hard to read God, in Emil's eyes. Still, he can't see why that would be an unappealing request. From a practical standpoint, if you have a team of people, it's in your best interest to not let the numbers get thin. Emil's been working on a list of requests for him, but it's worth it to bump up "stop Ivar" to the top of the list. ) Do you even know what he did? I mean, he can be irritating, but this is a ridiculous overreaction.
( So far, Klaus' perverse obsessions and overall demeanor have been...well, Emil's hot and cold. It's still a far leap for him to think the man would be capable of making someone so viciously furious -- it likely speaks to how unhinged Ivar is more than anything else. )
❰ that last question earns a sort of scoff, nose wrinkling a little as he shakes his head. ❱ Said something stupid. Nothing worth killing for. ❰ and yet here they are. emil, stuck in a two-roomed apartment with no real furniture. lalli, feeling as though he has to summon up the energy just to move his limbs and hoping he's recharged enough to re-up the runes' magic come tomorrow evening. ❱
Could ask Tyr to let him sleep somewhere else at night. ❰ is that a thing they're able to do? he's never really thought about it before. ❱ You, too. Go back in the daytime instead. I could come with you. ❰ at around the 'with', his voice loses a bit of steam - like he hadn't quite intended to put voice to that part, but it slipped out regardless. another little scowl, this one more self-directed. ❱
( Hmm. It's actually an interesting idea. The question is worth it enough for Klaus' sake, but just...in general. It might be a scenario of something only put together for the sake of someone's safety, and that's in the case that Tyr agrees at all. Still, he has some selfish reasons for going on this fishing expedition, and Lalli has a similar sentiment for safety reasons. Why not? )
Sure, we can go. ( He doesn't question why it needs to be a "we" thing. It all makes sense to him. It's an activity he wishes wasn't necessary for once, just with how laughable all of this is at it's core, threats of death aside. How did he get involved in some double homicide plot? ) I've never asked Tyr for anything before, but he seemed to think the togetherness of our dorms was somehow useful. Maybe he can make an exception if he thinks there's a potential killer inside them.
( Emil absently loses the thread of focus he'd been putting onto his small orb, darkness suddenly clouding the video stream until he creates another one after a hissed curse. The small space is basically bare. He should have brought a blanket. ) If he says no, I'm bringing in furniture.
❰ all of a sudden it's become a 'we' endeavor, and though lalli notes the change, he doesn't question it any more than emil does. it's emil's god, after all, not his. ❱
Most of them seem to like us better alive. ❰ 'them' being 'the gods'. so yeah, 'we might get murdered' does seem like a good, sound argument for lifting whatever curfew they're under.
as for the furniture, though... ❱ Found a couch. Couldn't move it, though.
( Not like Emil could move it far on his own, depending on the size, but that's at least an option if this endeavor goes on for too long. A nice couch, maybe bring in a plant or two, a lamp...it'd really spruce up their hiding-from-a-murderer hovel.
Despite the small flame orb still burning in his hand, the rest of Emil's body chills suddenly, causing him to shiver slightly. He really should have brought more when he came back to see Klaus, but the thought to plan ahead for such a dreary sleepover slipped past him. )
It's so cold in here...can I leave for just a few minutes? ( Said with a whine that basically means he knows what the answer will be, but he's feeling bratty enough to still go for it. He just wants to go get a blanket, maybe some snacks...please? )
[despite being there the whole time these two fools have been going back and forth, klaus has said nothing, up until there's a mention of a couch-- and emil makes a complaint about being cold. he rises straight up from the mattress, sitting completely still in the darkness a long moment, palms flat for support and fingers curling then unfurling right after.
rolling off the bed with as much gracefulness as a newborn giraffe, klaus clambers to his feet, shuffles toward where emil's sitting while removing his fur coat.] Here, [is the only warning emil gets before the jacket's dropped right on top of his head – never fear, it's clean! – and the brunet dips into the video feed, fingers wiggling at lalli.]
Both of you do understand I'm sitting right here, yeah? Meaning I can hear, and could start sleeping somewhere else during the day. Or take power naps. There are so many options! [he settles in a crouched position, curls his fingers over the tops of his sneakers.] What did this couch look like?
❰ lalli doesn't have the energy to argue about emil staying put, so luckily klaus interrupts it (with a wave, which earns a vague flutter of lalli's fingers in return). and then he's complaining, which lalli has even less energy for - so he mostly just lets it play out to the end to see if it actually needs a response from him.
it seems like 'no'. ❱
Ugly, ❰ he says, because make no mistake, it isn't an attractive couch. it's clearly meant to be opulent, but that just makes it worse. ❱ Blue with flowers. Soft, though.
Edited (added a word to match the pic i found) 2019-07-29 08:13 (UTC)
( Listen, Emil's gossip game is a little sloppy. He was aware Klaus was around, but didn't think through talking about him like that. At least he didn't say anything too bad? And Lalli will just say whatever he wants regardless of someone being around or not, no harm, no foul.
His video feed will right itself in a moment as he adjusts Klaus' coat to a more feasible position. It's a welcome gesture, but Emil still frowns across at him while Lalli describes the couch.
Oh, that's not a bad setup. )
Do you think we could get it tomorrow? There's only the one mattress. ( He's gonna fuck Ivar up himself if he has to spend more than one day relaxing on the floor instead of a couch or bed. They don't even have a chair. ) I'd like to collect and clean it so it can be dry by nightfall.
That and a few other things. ( He's got a pretty long list, but his main priorities: couch and food. )
[that's fine, klaus is absolutely alright with continuing along like they aren't worrying about someone knifing them to death in their sleep. whatever emil and lalli have to say about him when he's not around, he's sure it isn't any different from what they'd say to his face anyway.]
Sounds like my kinda couch. [he bobs appreciatively, imagining the ritzy floral print, considering the windows around them and what curtains would match blue. depends on the shade, frankly, so he'd have to see that first.
either way, they need a damn couch up in here.]
I'm down with doing a couch and house run. Gonna need to have some necessities around this place, after all. [he'd suggest sharing the bed between everyone but lord knows what sort of rise that would get out of emil. so, klaus thoughtfully chews his lower lip, tips his head with consideration toward the video feed, glancing between them both.]
Whatever you two wanna do, it's your guys' place. I'm a fortunate fool that's befriended a couple of soft idiots. [and he sounds oh-so-fond about it, too.] I've got a knife hidden in my bunk I could use to protect us if Ivar's hanging around tomorrow.
❰ lalli's not entirely sure if emil's asking him or klaus if they can get the couch, but he offers an affirmative sort of hum regardless. it's better that it happens when lalli's there. that way he can fix the runes after they've hauled the couch through. honestly, he should probably dismantle the one in front of the door so they don't trip over the blades on the way through. he makes a note to do that when that time rolls around.
with incrementally more energy in his system, he might've found humor in klaus's 'sounds like my kind of couch' - might've even echoed 'ugly?' as a dry teasing jab - but it would take more sleep than he has time available to him to truly rest away all the sluggishness, and why bother? he's just going to repeat the process tomorrow.
that thought makes him inexplicably restless, like he should be doing something with his conscious hours instead of sitting here looking at klaus and emil. a very brief assessment of his next step means that he's not at all listening to the last portion of klaus's words (which is fortunate, because it sounds like klaus is planning to do something stupid), instead sitting up the rest of the way to finally shrug out of the blanket. ❱
We'll get it tomorrow, ❰ he says, about the couch, followed (probably not unexpectedly) by, ❱ I'm turning this off. ❰ and after a couple of moments of fiddling with the interface, that's exactly what he does. sorry guys... stuff to do, gods to see. ❱
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take two...
It all still feels rather disjointed to Emil, but he has the big picture put into place. Lalli is certainly taking it all to heart, enough to wear himself out and need to be taken back home. Carried, rather. Then another trip back to Tyr, joining Klaus in the safehouse. Despite being more isolating, it actually has more comfort appeal than the regular dormitories.
After exerting himself, as well as the nostalgic pull of sleeping while it's dark outside, the sudden incoming transmission alert pulls Emil out of a half-dozed state. Oh, it's Lalli.
Oh, it's a gremlin. Same difference. )
I am here. ( The slight inflection isn't sour, just making the point. He can show Lalli a view of the area, which he does with an awkward rotation of his wrist. The corner wall he's leaning against isn't well lit, and it's already nearly impossible to make out anything on his screen with Lalli wrapped in darkness, too. After a handful of seconds in shuffling gloom, the area is illuminated in a warm glow. He'll have to keep regenerating the palm-sized flame orb he's created every five minutes, but that's...fine. ) How long does he have to keep staying here, you think?
( Because he hasn't been explicitly informed that he's supposed to stay here now, too. That's just something he's doing out of the kindness of his pure heart. )
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meanwhile lalli can't help but feel a buzz of satisfaction despite himself as emil ever-so-casually summons a bit of his magic. they haven't talked about magic much - he should change that, shouldn't he? - but he's seen his friend do this before and it seems to come much more easily now.
then comes the question, and lalli lets out a slow, thoughtful breath. ❱
I don't know. ❰ an honest answer, better (in his biased opinion) than any of the platitudes someone else might have offered. ❱ Until he's not in danger.
❰ but assuming the threats are genuine? that could take a long, long time. lalli's both a scout and a rural finn. he's lived persistence hunting from both perspectives. it takes more effort to hide klaus than it does for the murderous boy to issue his threats, by quite a wide margin. they will tire before he does, maybe not soon but eventually. ❱ Or until we entreat Tyr. ❰ these gods do seem fairly invested in keeping them alive. ❱
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All this just because that rowdy viking guy doesn't know how to take a chill pill. It's so stupid. )
Do you think that would help? Just asking Tyr if he can somehow...not let Klaus be murdered? ( Tyr is a hard to read God, in Emil's eyes. Still, he can't see why that would be an unappealing request. From a practical standpoint, if you have a team of people, it's in your best interest to not let the numbers get thin. Emil's been working on a list of requests for him, but it's worth it to bump up "stop Ivar" to the top of the list. ) Do you even know what he did? I mean, he can be irritating, but this is a ridiculous overreaction.
( So far, Klaus' perverse obsessions and overall demeanor have been...well, Emil's hot and cold. It's still a far leap for him to think the man would be capable of making someone so viciously furious -- it likely speaks to how unhinged Ivar is more than anything else. )
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Could ask Tyr to let him sleep somewhere else at night. ❰ is that a thing they're able to do? he's never really thought about it before. ❱ You, too. Go back in the daytime instead. I could come with you. ❰ at around the 'with', his voice loses a bit of steam - like he hadn't quite intended to put voice to that part, but it slipped out regardless. another little scowl, this one more self-directed. ❱
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Sure, we can go. ( He doesn't question why it needs to be a "we" thing. It all makes sense to him. It's an activity he wishes wasn't necessary for once, just with how laughable all of this is at it's core, threats of death aside. How did he get involved in some double homicide plot? ) I've never asked Tyr for anything before, but he seemed to think the togetherness of our dorms was somehow useful. Maybe he can make an exception if he thinks there's a potential killer inside them.
( Emil absently loses the thread of focus he'd been putting onto his small orb, darkness suddenly clouding the video stream until he creates another one after a hissed curse. The small space is basically bare. He should have brought a blanket. ) If he says no, I'm bringing in furniture.
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Most of them seem to like us better alive. ❰ 'them' being 'the gods'. so yeah, 'we might get murdered' does seem like a good, sound argument for lifting whatever curfew they're under.
as for the furniture, though... ❱ Found a couch. Couldn't move it, though.
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( Not like Emil could move it far on his own, depending on the size, but that's at least an option if this endeavor goes on for too long. A nice couch, maybe bring in a plant or two, a lamp...it'd really spruce up their hiding-from-a-murderer hovel.
Despite the small flame orb still burning in his hand, the rest of Emil's body chills suddenly, causing him to shiver slightly. He really should have brought more when he came back to see Klaus, but the thought to plan ahead for such a dreary sleepover slipped past him. )
It's so cold in here...can I leave for just a few minutes? ( Said with a whine that basically means he knows what the answer will be, but he's feeling bratty enough to still go for it. He just wants to go get a blanket, maybe some snacks...please? )
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rolling off the bed with as much gracefulness as a newborn giraffe, klaus clambers to his feet, shuffles toward where emil's sitting while removing his fur coat.] Here, [is the only warning emil gets before the jacket's dropped right on top of his head – never fear, it's clean! – and the brunet dips into the video feed, fingers wiggling at lalli.]
Both of you do understand I'm sitting right here, yeah? Meaning I can hear, and could start sleeping somewhere else during the day. Or take power naps. There are so many options! [he settles in a crouched position, curls his fingers over the tops of his sneakers.] What did this couch look like?
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it seems like 'no'. ❱
Ugly, ❰ he says, because make no mistake, it isn't an attractive couch. it's clearly meant to be opulent, but that just makes it worse. ❱ Blue with flowers. Soft, though.
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His video feed will right itself in a moment as he adjusts Klaus' coat to a more feasible position. It's a welcome gesture, but Emil still frowns across at him while Lalli describes the couch.
Oh, that's not a bad setup. )
Do you think we could get it tomorrow? There's only the one mattress. ( He's gonna fuck Ivar up himself if he has to spend more than one day relaxing on the floor instead of a couch or bed. They don't even have a chair. ) I'd like to collect and clean it so it can be dry by nightfall.
That and a few other things. ( He's got a pretty long list, but his main priorities: couch and food. )
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Sounds like my kinda couch. [he bobs appreciatively, imagining the ritzy floral print, considering the windows around them and what curtains would match blue. depends on the shade, frankly, so he'd have to see that first.
either way, they need a damn couch up in here.]
I'm down with doing a couch and house run. Gonna need to have some necessities around this place, after all. [he'd suggest sharing the bed between everyone but lord knows what sort of rise that would get out of emil. so, klaus thoughtfully chews his lower lip, tips his head with consideration toward the video feed, glancing between them both.]
Whatever you two wanna do, it's your guys' place. I'm a fortunate fool that's befriended a couple of soft idiots. [and he sounds oh-so-fond about it, too.] I've got a knife hidden in my bunk I could use to protect us if Ivar's hanging around tomorrow.
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with incrementally more energy in his system, he might've found humor in klaus's 'sounds like my kind of couch' - might've even echoed 'ugly?' as a dry teasing jab - but it would take more sleep than he has time available to him to truly rest away all the sluggishness, and why bother? he's just going to repeat the process tomorrow.
that thought makes him inexplicably restless, like he should be doing something with his conscious hours instead of sitting here looking at klaus and emil. a very brief assessment of his next step means that he's not at all listening to the last portion of klaus's words (which is fortunate, because it sounds like klaus is planning to do something stupid), instead sitting up the rest of the way to finally shrug out of the blanket. ❱
We'll get it tomorrow, ❰ he says, about the couch, followed (probably not unexpectedly) by, ❱ I'm turning this off. ❰ and after a couple of moments of fiddling with the interface, that's exactly what he does. sorry guys... stuff to do, gods to see. ❱