OPEN | THESE VIOLENT DELIGHTS

[imbroccata]

WHO: Character(s)
WHAT: Catch-all for Lino
WHEN: October, dates flexible
WHERE: Anywhere!
NOTES: CW for him being an awful person, blood probably, violence, etc. If you want a starter HMU and I'll make a closed prompt in the comments!

I. FIRST WATCH

Lino doesn't usually take first watch. He'd prefer to take the last watch, or not be in a camp with others where the watch has to be split between people he doesn't trust not to blind themselves with torches or by staring into a campfire when they need their eyes adjusted to darkness.

But here he is, on the outskirts of the camp, keeping an eye and an ear out for whoever might try sneaking up on them out here. Elves are a possibility, he's had his fair share of run-ins with the Dalish and not all of them ended peacefully. Bandits, of course. There are always bandits. Demons, the reason they're out here in the first place. He almost wishes that some demons would show up just to get it over with. But the soft footfall that calls his attention isn't from the surrounding woods, but from the direction of camp.

"You should be asleep," he says, not looking back to see who it is.

II. THEN LISTEN

He's just laid some poor sod flat in the training yard, having been roped into training recruits with a bo-staff. There've been some mages, looking to use their staves at close range for more than just magic, which actually didn't end terribly, but those were few and far between.

"Sloppy," he says, one end of his staff held under the chin of whoever he's just knocked prone. "You're still treating it like a thing in your hands. It should be an extension of your will." He steps back to the starting point, gesturing impatiently. "Again."

III. WILDCARD

[ surprise me ]

Comments

[doneisdone]

A dry laugh escapes Teren, despite her caution. She obviously can't trust the man any farther than she can throw him, but at least he's got a sense of humor.
...well one that aligns with hers, anyway.

"The skinny one's a shit, but." She shakes her head. Fucking kids. "Riftwatch needs a pillory for Nikos alone."

[imbroccata]

Lino gives a similar laugh, more an expulsion of air and a smirk than anything. "Perhaps if plied with enough drink he'd build it himself."

Not that he could imagine Nikos even lifting a hammer. No matter his incendiary demeanor, the man comes across like a noble shouting about what should be done from the comfort of his salon while markedly doing nothing about it himself.

[doneisdone]

Another snort, and the flask comes back out (speaking of being plied with drink) for another pull. She passes it over again.
"He'd give himself a splinter and cry injustice," she says, enjoying the mental image. "We'd have to build it for him, and he'd berate us all the while."

[imbroccata]

He accepts the flask, shaking his head. Another drink, and the flask is back in Teren's hands. "The damn fool would burn the Gallows down as retribution for that splinter."

Nikos is a perfect example of a fool who cares too much.

[doneisdone]

She takes the flask back with a little sigh, shaking her head. Guess they're friends now.