[Sleeping well doesn't come easily when you've been dead and actually remember being dead, as opposed to being that empty, terrified catatonic thing he was when he crawled out of a grave. There's a bit of anxiety that makes it fitful. Something could go wrong. He could not wake up. He could wake up someone else. Is he even alive or is this some ephemeral afterlife?
But holding the Jewel, marveling over it... That's comforting. Odd, but comforting...but then it all goes to shit and Molly hears that piercing scream and all he can think of is Beau. Did she scream as Lorenzo stabbed him- he can't recall. Did he imagine everything and is he back on the battlefield seconds before bleeding out or-
He jolts awake and there's a figure standing over him with a gun and he only recognizes it for what it is because he tried to take Nott's from her out of concern for what she might do with it. The gun is pointed at his head, and his first thought is, Fucking really?
His second thought is, The afterlife is a lot like real life, isn't it?
Summer's Dance is under his pillow. All he has to do is reach a bit to touch the hilt and will the spell to work. Death counts as a long rest, doesn't it? He shimmers out and the bullet meant for his head smashes into the headboard instead. Molly reappears behind the assassin and stabs him in the back with far too much ferocity.] You truly picked a bad day to fuck with me, friend.
[He yanks the sword out of the man's back with a sickening sound and he collapses in a heap, and Molly's marching towards his door before the bastard even hits the floor. There's sounds of gunshots and fighting up and down the corridors and he booms:] Next!
[He's really in the mood to kill something about now.]
𝐢𝐢. 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐘
[tw: SELF-HARM]
[All Loren had to say was Hunters, and Molly's reaction was cold-blooded and this is not really a side of him that warrants a good first impression to most, but his friends were kidnapped by slavers and he died trying to protect them and he's a little testy right now. He answers the call and gets a second sword for his troubles- not as pretty as his prop swords and not magical like Summer's Dance, but he's balanced now, and that's good. That's wonderful.
He goes with the intention to rescue people, but his focus, at first, is on cleaving a swath through the remaining Hunters trying to take advantage of the situation. He's a whirling dervish of death. At one point, he rakes the blades of his swords across the back of his neck and the air around him chills briefly as ice coats the blades from hilt to tip, adding an extra layer of pain to each attack.
He does, eventually, put the swords away and go to help with the fires. He lays his bright coat aside and goes into burning buildings to pull people out, which is impressive, but also means he ends up coming out with people screaming and kicking since a purple demon emerging from the flames doesn't look helpful at all. He's not very strong so moving flaming debris is out of the question, but he's doing his best with fire resistance and whatever he can use to get the fires out. It's just like Alfield. That went well, didn't it? Not like the Shepherds.
... It's gonna be a bit before he gets over that. He died without regrets. Living and living somewhere else means he kind of has to work out some shit.]
𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐘
[Molly overhears the conversation between Loren and Allairavar, though it doesn't irritate him much. He never asked to be returned to life because he assumed that wasn't within her power, and really if it means he died as Molly and never has to know who Lucien was... Worth it. What he asked is enough to make him comfortable and now that the fighting is done, he can relax and try to settle. Everything will be okay and if it isn't, well that's just life, isn't it? This is just his second. (Or third, he guesses.)
A lot of this is too much for him to think about anyway. He's too much of a nihilist to worry about it, and he's here to right a wrong he couldn't right in life and everything else is just an afterlife that he got conscripted in. That part is irritating, but these people don't seem like a bunch of privileged fucks so far. He'll find ways to correct that if they start being unfair. For now, he's resting.
Specifically, cross-legged in the courtyard with his Tarot cards. He's trying to see if he can feel that little tingle of something that indicates a genuine preternatural feeling or even anything that connects him to the Moonweaver, but so far it's just a lot of slight of hand tricks. He's gonna master that switch trick he tried on the firbolg kid one of these days and it's gonna be great.
In the meantime, there's a lavender demon in a technicolor nightmare coat doing card tricks and readings for stressed out court members and Strangers, alike, and trying to be charming with some degree of success. You gotta meet the locals somehow, he guesses, and this gives him a good opportunity to gauge what these people are like.]
𝐢𝐯. 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃
[For anything else, including Influence quests as discussed on the ooc post or otherwise!]
MOLLYMAUK TEALEAF | OTA
[Sleeping well doesn't come easily when you've been dead and actually remember being dead, as opposed to being that empty, terrified catatonic thing he was when he crawled out of a grave. There's a bit of anxiety that makes it fitful. Something could go wrong. He could not wake up. He could wake up someone else. Is he even alive or is this some ephemeral afterlife?
But holding the Jewel, marveling over it... That's comforting. Odd, but comforting...but then it all goes to shit and Molly hears that piercing scream and all he can think of is Beau. Did she scream as Lorenzo stabbed him- he can't recall. Did he imagine everything and is he back on the battlefield seconds before bleeding out or-
He jolts awake and there's a figure standing over him with a gun and he only recognizes it for what it is because he tried to take Nott's from her out of concern for what she might do with it. The gun is pointed at his head, and his first thought is, Fucking really?
His second thought is, The afterlife is a lot like real life, isn't it?
Summer's Dance is under his pillow. All he has to do is reach a bit to touch the hilt and will the spell to work. Death counts as a long rest, doesn't it? He shimmers out and the bullet meant for his head smashes into the headboard instead. Molly reappears behind the assassin and stabs him in the back with far too much ferocity.] You truly picked a bad day to fuck with me, friend.
[He yanks the sword out of the man's back with a sickening sound and he collapses in a heap, and Molly's marching towards his door before the bastard even hits the floor. There's sounds of gunshots and fighting up and down the corridors and he booms:] Next!
[He's really in the mood to kill something about now.]
𝐢𝐢. 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐘
[tw: SELF-HARM]
[All Loren had to say was Hunters, and Molly's reaction was cold-blooded and this is not really a side of him that warrants a good first impression to most, but his friends were kidnapped by slavers and he died trying to protect them and he's a little testy right now. He answers the call and gets a second sword for his troubles- not as pretty as his prop swords and not magical like Summer's Dance, but he's balanced now, and that's good. That's wonderful.
He goes with the intention to rescue people, but his focus, at first, is on cleaving a swath through the remaining Hunters trying to take advantage of the situation. He's a whirling dervish of death. At one point, he rakes the blades of his swords across the back of his neck and the air around him chills briefly as ice coats the blades from hilt to tip, adding an extra layer of pain to each attack.
He does, eventually, put the swords away and go to help with the fires. He lays his bright coat aside and goes into burning buildings to pull people out, which is impressive, but also means he ends up coming out with people screaming and kicking since a purple demon emerging from the flames doesn't look helpful at all. He's not very strong so moving flaming debris is out of the question, but he's doing his best with fire resistance and whatever he can use to get the fires out. It's just like Alfield. That went well, didn't it? Not like the Shepherds.
... It's gonna be a bit before he gets over that. He died without regrets. Living and living somewhere else means he kind of has to work out some shit.]
𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐘
[Molly overhears the conversation between Loren and Allairavar, though it doesn't irritate him much. He never asked to be returned to life because he assumed that wasn't within her power, and really if it means he died as Molly and never has to know who Lucien was... Worth it. What he asked is enough to make him comfortable and now that the fighting is done, he can relax and try to settle. Everything will be okay and if it isn't, well that's just life, isn't it? This is just his second. (Or third, he guesses.)
A lot of this is too much for him to think about anyway. He's too much of a nihilist to worry about it, and he's here to right a wrong he couldn't right in life and everything else is just an afterlife that he got conscripted in. That part is irritating, but these people don't seem like a bunch of privileged fucks so far. He'll find ways to correct that if they start being unfair. For now, he's resting.
Specifically, cross-legged in the courtyard with his Tarot cards. He's trying to see if he can feel that little tingle of something that indicates a genuine preternatural feeling or even anything that connects him to the Moonweaver, but so far it's just a lot of slight of hand tricks. He's gonna master that switch trick he tried on the firbolg kid one of these days and it's gonna be great.
In the meantime, there's a lavender demon in a technicolor nightmare coat doing card tricks and readings for stressed out court members and Strangers, alike, and trying to be charming with some degree of success. You gotta meet the locals somehow, he guesses, and this gives him a good opportunity to gauge what these people are like.]
𝐢𝐯. 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃
[For anything else, including Influence quests as discussed on the ooc post or otherwise!]