[closedish]

[altusimperius]

WHO: Benedict & a handful of starters
WHAT: just a slutty little lad living his slutty little life
WHEN: what month is this anyway. Kingsway
WHERE: around the Gallows
NOTES: starters in comments, holler at me on plurk or discord if you'd like one

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[altusimperius]

"So... what'll you do to stop the thing?"

Seventy-eight isn't a bad number, but it's not a huge one either. Not military-sized.

"Do a ritual?" He pauses, fighting the urge to smile and partially failing, "sing it a song?"

[loversinverted]

If it were possible for Diabhall's expression to flatten any further, it would.

"...Likely the former. We have never been told what precisely we will be expected to do. I only know what my card is, and that I am one of the ones meant to lead the charge."

There is just a bit of resentment woven into his tone at this - the air of someone very tired of a role they never asked to play.

[altusimperius]

"Oh. All right."

He can't hide his smirk, at this point. "Sounds pretty important."

[loversinverted]

"As I said. I'm aware how it sounds."

He takes a drawn-out sip of his water, heaving a little sigh.

"I suppose I have been absolved of all that, however, being here. I don't know how they'll get on without us, or what will happen, but...it's useless to speculate."

[altusimperius]

"Guess they'll just have to manage," Bene muses wryly, "and in the meantime, here you are." Eating across from a useless commoner, seems to be the implication, even if he's neither completely useless nor common-- or at least, he wasn't.

The point is, he's here, and Diabhall is too, and neither one of them is doing any world-saving at the moment.

[loversinverted]

The implications and the tone aren't lost on the elf - there is, oh-so-briefly, a tensing of his jaw that may betray the hint of irritation.

"Frankly, being free of the matter is something of a relief. Being here is interesting...and at the least, I can apply myself to something that matters. I can build a new body of work here."

[altusimperius]

"By the sound of it, we're lucky to have you," Benedict continues, fully smiling, and not in a way that's especially kind. Having finished his meal, he starts picking things up to take his leave, offering one last wink to Diabhall as he walks away.

Best friends.

[loversinverted]

Watching Benedict go, Diabhall simply stares - bright eyes sharp and calculating. He does not return the wink, nor does he say anything further.

He simply watches the child skulk away.

And then gathers his own things. After all, he has work to do.