[CLOSED] You think that all your time is used

[archademode]

WHO: Gabranth, Byerly, Derrica, Diana, Barrow, potentially tba
WHAT: local man has bills to pay, time to take on 100 low level quests
WHEN: catch-all, consider it fairly current with a little give
WHERE: Gallows, Lowtown, tbd
NOTES: catch-all for threads involving (1) millenial judge magister in need of jobs + bonus horsegirl chapter + old men fights

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[truthtied]

[ Fredrick flicks an ear and snorts, but he's a respectable horse whose seen too many large two legged armored figures to be very alarmed. Diana murmurs soft encouragement to the horse, though the look she gives Gabranth is a little troubled. ]

Poor beasts. Horses can be dangerous, but they're certainly not monsters. Was it magic or a god that changed them?

[archademode]

[What a gentleman, he is. Frederick, of course— Gabranth is far less tolerate of the exchange, despite all earnest effort on his own part.

It's difficult, after all, to forget a lifetime of knowledge that would vehemently testify to the opposite.]

Man. Magick. The two are ever intertwined in their iniquity.

War and all due destruction caused in its name forever decimated one of the last civilizations known for its use of warhorses in battle. The Mist that followed tainted what remained, and thus spread throughout all of Ivalice the threat of malice carried by their ilk.

It has been so long now, none remember what once was beyond rumors. Dated records.

[truthtied]

[ Her heart breaks a little, for this unknown war and the lives of strangers it costs. She gives Fredrick a few extra pats, just for being a very good horse, who has not been turned into a fanged beasts by the machinations of man or magic. ]

It sounds like the sort of war that would call to the gods. That sort of destruction... [ She shakes her head. ] I will consider myself truly blessed that I've never witnessed such destruction.

[archademode]

Not even amongst your own people?

[How strange, or— perhaps not, he supposes. If their numbers were few enough the odds of them turning teeth on one another like wolves would be less likely. But for a man that’s seen far too much of the rise and fall of kindness giving way to hatred, his imagination is shamefully limited.]

[truthtied]

[ There is a part of her always that wishes to curl around the history of Themyscira, protect it from the eyes of outsiders. It's a small part. ]

Not quite like what you've described, but. Once. Long before my birth, there was a battle that did cause a rift on our island that's still felt today. We are long lived and marks on one's heart do not heal quite as cleanly as marks on one's body.

[ One hand touches the sleek metal bracelet at her wrist. Changed by the trip through the Rift, it doesn't gleam quite as brightly, but it's still itself. Sorrow and pride all at once. ]

[archademode]

I understand.

[Perhaps not fully, in truth, watching her reach down to set careful contact across the glint of cool metal at her wrist— but something lingers there, so near to being tangible in the wake of her words, that he finds it almost familiar, in a sense.]

I was emburdened with life beyond what any man ought endure.

There are those who promise time acts as balm for deeper wounds, but for all those whose lives run on endlessly, no such peace exists in truth.

[The longer you draw breath, the longer you keep old scars alive, is that not the way of it?]

[truthtied]

Perhaps time is not the treatment we're led to believe it is. After all, a wound left in the dark can fester, even with all the time of existence to heal.

[ It's gently said, perhaps an offer if he wishes to see it as such. Which is perhaps ridiculous as they barely know each other, but. He seems to carry something heavier than his armor. And Diana can't imagine not offering assistance. ]

[archademode]

[It pulls something from him, just the faintest sound of approval. He knows she likely means to comfort him, and though he cannot bear the brush of kindness— it is its own matter to be so understood by someone else.]

Then I pray this world may yet prove to be salve to you as well.

[Fresh air, a second chance, whatever it is viewed to be, there is potential in it for them both.]