PLAYER PLOT | Forgetti Catchall, now in the right comm

[wythersake]

WHO: Ennaris Tavane, Julius, Bastien, Viktor, Clarisse La Rue + OTA
WHAT: Strangers arrive at the Gallows.
WHEN: A week in Haring.
WHERE: The Gallows / elsewhere
NOTES: Check out this OOC Post for details.

This is a catchall post for threads with or about the forgotten characters plot. Feel free to thread about it elsewhere as well!

• OOC Info
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[thereneverwas]

ok whew,

“Err…” he stalls, finds no way to gracefully answer that, and finally decides on, “don’t worry about it.”

He leads the way to one of the many dive bars around the docks, opening the door for her once he’s satisfied by the one that smells the least worst.

“What’ll you have?”

[laruetheday]

O...kay. Interesting. She's putting that away for now, to be brought up at some later date, hopefully, if Barrow ever remembers her.

"Whatever you're having." Might that be hazardous to her health? Oh well. Whatever, she's a demigod, she can handle her alcohol.

[thereneverwas]

"Whiskey," he decides for the both of them-- and while whiskey in and of itself might not be a hazard, this whiskey might. All the drinks from a certain part of town come with a calculated risk of catching someone's STD, or at least would be if STDs were a thing anyone knew about in Thedas.

Leaning one side against the bar, Barrow sends an affable smile Clarisse's way. "So. What'dyou do? Fight?"

[laruetheday]

No risk, no reward.

"Um," Clarisse snorts, "yeah." She almost adds that she's in Forces, but she doesn't feel like pushing her luck even if Barrow doesn't seem bothered by her.

"My father is a god of war," she says instead, like that's the more believable bit of trivia.

[thereneverwas]

"No shit!"

His eyebrows arch, but it's impossible to tell whether or not he actually believes her-- if nothing else, he does for The Bit, because he wants to know more.

"What's that like?"

[laruetheday]

Maybe it's because Barrow doesn't even remember her, or maybe it's just because she's tired, but Clarisse answers him honestly.

"It's okay. There are things about it that are really great and things about it that really suck. And no one even knows who he is, here, so it's not like anyone respects me for it."

[thereneverwas]

"Ah, well."

He throws back a gulp of whiskey, sets his cup down with a tap: more, please.

"Nobody knows who mine is either." His smile down to her is amused, but kind.

[laruetheday]

Clarisse isn't finished with hers yet. She's doing that thing where she takes a drink, tries really hard not to make a face, and waits to get feeling back in her tongue before she repeats the process.

"It sucks, huh?" Half-joking.

[thereneverwas]

weakling

"Nah," he says with a shitty smirk, knowing full well the difference, "he wouldn't like the publicity."
He's in the process of pulling his mug back over when he adds, "gone and lost his mind anyhow-- even he doesn't know who he is anymore, I reckon." He pauses, a muscle in his jaw working; he may not have meant to say that out loud, least of all to a stranger.

[laruetheday]

Oh.

She might have assumed Barrow was joking, but the look on his face is too serious for that.

Clarisse frowns, shifting in her chair. "When's the last time you saw him?"

[thereneverwas]

"Ah..." He winces, in the manner of one prepared to wriggle out of a conversation, "couple years back. But it's nothing."

It's most definitely not nothing, but talking about Something doesn't need to happen right now, and Barrow is kicking himself for instigating it.

"So your da? He's a god? Tell me about him."

[laruetheday]

"Maybe he's doing better now." But Clarisse can tell that he doesn't want to talk about it, so she doesn't push any further.

"He's the god of war," but she said that already, right? The whiskey's making her a fucking blabbermouth. "He's huge and strong and a great warrior. He has..." Hm, how to say this. "Really high expectations for us. His kids. But he has a lot of kids with different mortals, so he's not around much."

[thereneverwas]

"Ah." A grunt of understanding, sympathy perhaps.

"Sounds like a bit of a tosser," he admits, "what's he care what you do, if he's not around?"

[laruetheday]

She shrugs. "We're representing him, I guess. Send a bunch of weak sons into the world and it looks bad on you."

Having been removed from her father for a couple years now, it's easier not to get upset when people talk about him like he's just some asshole. It's easier to agree with them, sometimes.

[thereneverwas]

"Ah, well. Fuck 'im."

Though his disapproval is clear, Barrow's intent to trash her father pretty much stops there.

"S'pose you already missed out on the son part, anyway."

[laruetheday]

Nooo don't stop, she's just getting started.

"Yeah." Clarisse curls her fist around her whiskey glass. "And don't you know that the only thing worse than a weak son is a daughter?"

[thereneverwas]

"Oh, that right?"

It sounds like the sort of shit one hears, but Barrow doesn't know that he's ever actually born witness to a victim of it. His eyebrows arch, intrigued.

[laruetheday]

"So he says."

Clarisse sees the look he's giving her, eyebrows raised, and frowns back at him. "Don't look like that."

[thereneverwas]

His laugh is sudden, incredulous but delighted.

“Look like what!”

[laruetheday]

"All like..."

And here Clarisse does an impression of the face Barrow was making, eyebrows arched. Of course she puts way too much emphasis on the intrigue, making it look more like she's mocking him, but she can't maintain the expression for long before she laughs too, despite herself.

"Whatever."

[thereneverwas]

Mocking or not, it’s enough to make Barrow erupt into laughter.

“I don’t look like that!” he insists, but one gets the impression he doesn’t care that much either way— he’s just enjoying the exchange.

“All right, you little shit,” he adds fondly, “go on.”

[laruetheday]

"You did," she insists, but she's still smiling. It's nice to laugh about something. Gods know nothing else has seemed funny the past few days.

Go on. Okay.

"Uh, so where I'm from, if you're a demigod, they take you to this special training camp. A lot of the time your godly parent claims you once you get there, but not always. The gods are busy and they have a ton of kids. Sometimes they forget about us. But if your godly parent does claim you, sometimes they might give you quests, or challenges. Or they might never speak to you ever. It's up to them." It's a crapshoot, basically!

[thereneverwas]

"Well that," Barrow muses, after taking some time to ruminate on it, and furrows his brow as he stalls in his sentence.

"...that sounds bad." Like bad bad. "...you get to choose whether you go or not?"

[laruetheday]

"No." Which, okay, does sound bad. "Once we're there, we decided whether we want to live there or whether we want to come back once a year and train, though."

[thereneverwas]

Barrow’s brow creases further as his frown deepens.

“Well that’s not fair,” he remarks, quietly— she seems very cavalier about it all, so he doesn’t want to step on toes, and yet.