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
• Rookery Post

 

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[thereneverwas]

"Well." He sighs, his smile softening to something gentler-- not pitying, of course, but perhaps commiserating.

"People don't see that, always. They'll take it for granted your whole life, but." He shrugs idly. "'Long as you're doing it for yourself. Still shit to be forgotten, but at least you did something you're proud of."

[laruetheday]

"Yeah. That's true."

Clarisse sighs, but it's less aggravated now. She gives Barrow a sidelong look. "What about you, old man? You proud of yourself?"

Too familiar, considering he doesn't know her anymore? Nah, he can deal with it.

[thereneverwas]

"Old man," he repeats in a grumble, but Barrow isn't too offended to answer. He tosses back what remains of his current whiskey-- what number is he on? Doesn't matter-- "yeah, sure. These days. Could call it something like that."

[laruetheday]

Clarisse looks at him for a few moments, debating whether or not to ask. But then she figures it can't hurt. It's not like she's asking him to talk about anything shitty. It's kind of personal, sure, but not like... bad.

"What are you the most proud of?"

[thereneverwas]

He laughs, perhaps a bit defensively, but opts against his nature to take the question in good faith; the conversation's been honest enough. Might as well.

"...the training yard," he decides, after some consideration, "keeping it nice, clean. Welcome. ...safe, I guess."

[laruetheday]

"That's my favorite place in the Gallows." No sarcasm to be found. It's a good place to hang out. "I go there almost every day."

Assuming she's not away or being followed by someone who thinks she's a spy.

[thereneverwas]

Barrow visibly brightens, caught off-guard by the sincerity. He may have had no clue this person existed until an hour ago, but she likes his training yard, and that means something.

"Really?"

[laruetheday]

"Yeah, really." Clarisse swirls her glass, watching the whiskey slosh up against the sides. "It feels like home to me."

[thereneverwas]

There's a pause as Barrow processes what he's just been told, in which his expression gets dangerously Mushy; he's not the crying type, but he is visibly deeply touched by this revelation.

"Well," he says, clearing his throat, "we're keeping you."

[laruetheday]

Ew, don't look visibly touched! Clarisse is going to be pretending she does not see it, thanks.

"Good, because I'm planning on sticking around."