[ may catchall ]

[wythersake]

WHO: Isaac, Cedric, Lazar + Clarisse, others, you??
WHAT: Open & closed prompts for a bit
WHEN: Vaguely post-attacks, like enough that it isn't silly
WHERE: Here n' there
NOTES: Adding these as I go. Wildcards welcome. HMU on plurk or Discord if you want anything bespoke.

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[thereneverwas]

A chuckle at the puppet show, and Barrow stretches like he's about to get up, but thinks better of it and resettles, scratching idly at the stubble on his jaw. The food line's probably long right now, and he doesn't feel like being on his feet any longer than he must.

"He's a good sort," he replies, with clear affection, "got some funny opinions sometimes, but there when you need him. He's been through the wringer as much as anyone else."

[dissolving]

"Don't doubt it," Hard times all around. Even aristocrats are missing eyes, and librarians are - Well. He doesn't know, exactly, what librarians do when the shit hits. Hasn't caught the man in battle. "What passes for funny 'round here?"

[thereneverwas]

Barrow shrugs, shakes his head with a little laugh-- not so fast, Carsus.

"I'll let you hear it from him," he gently retorts, with a sidelong look, opting as always to remain steadfastly neutral.
"I suppose we've all got 'em, anyway." Funny opinions, that is: ask him how he feels about chickens.

[dissolving]

"Like to keep my foot out of my mouth when I can," His mouth crinkles for the glance. That’s as much explanation as the digging needs: "Never know when a man’s gonna develop strong feelings on alphabetization."

(That’s what you do with a lot of books, right?)

"Haven't seen those change for disrespect."

Harden, maybe. Mobius mostly ducked Rutyer back in that crystal mess; smart to skip the argument, the distraction. Strikes Cedric that the tactic might repeat. Shut down, withdraw if he says the wrong thing.

[thereneverwas]

"If he's got them, and you find out the hard way," Barrow muses, letting his head rest back against the stone as he looks out over the remaining wreckage,

"turn your crystal on public, be a sport."

[dissolving]

"Uh-huh," He stoops to heft the file-box. "Now you really are trying to get me moved."

His expression sobers a little. A beat, a glance over the broken courtyard, before Cedric adds:

"If you do need a hand, grab me any time. I mean that." Doesn't know shit for siege weapons, but he can carry well as another. Maybe even without throwing his back out - "Be in a world more hurt if we didn't have those bolts."

[thereneverwas]

Barrow's chuckle is deep and resonant, his eyes closing for a moment as he enjoys the joke. His head lolls back to regard Cedric then, his smile fond and sincere.

"Thanks, mate," he agrees, "and you know the same goes the other way." He can be diplomatic. ...when he has to,

[dissolving]

"May take you up on that," He doesn't have the letter handy, but he knows it's there. "There's work near the front needs doing. Supply division."

Supply capture, first. That bit may not go so ugly as dicing things up to share. There are others he ought to ask first: Jayce, Strange, Vanya, Viktor, Loxley, Kostos - all named in the prior reports. Novoa, too; the only elf, and the most relevant of it.

"It'll need some cool heads."

(So that's a no, on Kostos.)

ties bow?

[thereneverwas]

"Consider me conscripted," Barrow says with a nod, "anything to get me the fuck out of this mess for a few days."