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Achilles, son of Peleus ([personal profile] heelies) wrote in [community profile] epidemiology2016-10-03 10:31 pm

( semi-closed )

CHARACTERS: Achilles and pals
DATE: Shorty after arriving in Perdition's Rest
WARNINGS: Homeric levels of violence and gratuitous man muscles
SUMMARY: Miscellaneous adventures in the days following the crew's arrival. Subjects range from shopping for pants to flaunting gently used sexy clothing to slaughtering bandits.


[Assorted closed threads shall follow. PM me if you wish to plot together!]

[personal profile] ex_adept136 2016-10-05 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
[As any dutiful investigator is first inclined, Haise is quick to set about the task of gathering information. The dossier with which they've been provided gives them the most elementary of understandings where this world is concerned, but it doesn't address enough to give them clear directive. With his experience in Nalawi a sober reminder of what a lack of information — and options — may result in, he's spurred to do all that he can.

His investigations carry him from one business to the next, interviewing patrons and shopkeepers alike. These exchanges yield little by way of fresh information, mostly rumors that seem to be unfounded, or at the very least tell him nothing he didn't already know. Still, he persists, because he will never forget the price Nalanni paid.

Eventually this brings him to the tailor's shop, just in time to catch the beginnings of what he can't imagine to be a conversation that's going anywhere pleasant fast.

He's quick to approach the two, insinuating himself into the conversation as easily as one might slip into water]


Achilles, it's good to see you. [This he offers politely, as is due his associate] Sorry for intruding, but I think she means our clothing won't blend in with the locals.

[Though his clothing isn't at all like Achilles' either, Haise thinks to soften a more pointed observation by including himself]

Their world seems quite different from our homes.
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[personal profile] winces 2016-10-06 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ olivia, too, has had her eyes on the door for a majority of their stay here. in fact, it would probably be more accurate to say that the only other things she's bothered to look at is achilles himself, as well as her own reflection on the surface of her cup. she feels strangely like she is about to embark on some strange interview or test, though she knows it's a silly thought the moment she thinks it.

still, she cannot help how her nerves jump at every sound within the currently cozy saloon. she feels fortunate that gaius should be one of the first to arrive here, for his somewhat lackadaisical and easy-going nature would mesh well with achilles' passion, she thinks. not that she worries any of her friends would disapprove (perhaps maribelle, at first... but she would warm up quite quickly upon hearing of achilles' status, she's sure) — but her overall desire for this all to go well makes the idea of failure that much more daunting, regardless how possible. ]


H-He should be right along...! [ she has begun to twist one of her braids in anxiousness. absently, she looks over to achilles and reaches up to tuck a lock of his own hair behind his ear. it's less for fixing, and more to give her hands something to do. ]

We're a little early...

[ try ten minutes early. she just wanted to be sure okay...! ]
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[personal profile] stickyfingers 2016-10-08 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[And honestly, while Gaius is definitely no great bastion of goodness nor is he anyone who would judge this Achilles person Olivia has taken as her husband based on his status, he would be lying if he said he wasn't curious about the guy. Anyone who could win over the shy heart of the gentle-handed Olivia deserved some sort of respect--even if Achilles was going to be on the receiving end of getting respect from an ex-convict.

Achilles wouldn't be terribly wrong in his assumptions about Gaius and Olivia--the Shepherds had become something of a family to him in the last few years. Something he's never had, and therefore he was still unsure to exactly how protective he should be over the other members. It wasn't anything like a normal army, so...

He's getting his new rifle hidden away in his room before heading out to meet with his comrade and her spouse, and maybe it's due to that laid-back and easygoing nature that he doesn't take no time to rush over at all.

When he does enter the saloon it's with a bit of a sketchy look-about, a usual sweep of a public place to get one's bearings before actually seeking out who he's looking for. It's pretty hard to miss that shock of bright pink hair, so the cloaked thief doesn't take too long before making his way over, a crooked grin on that usually plain face.]


Here I was thinking I would have shown up first. Looks like I was way wrong.
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[personal profile] winces 2016-10-08 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
—Gaius!

[ she's not exactly sure why — be it her general proclivity for jitters, or perhaps that lingering guilt festering in her gut — but she is perhaps too quick to drop achilles' hand that seconds ago she had just sought comfort in. she scrambles to her feet, adding another layer of formality to this whole meeting that is likely as unnecessary as the last.

her cheeks burn bright, but she is quick to turn from one man to the other, hands flapping in the air now that they've nothing to ground them. ]


A-Achilles, this is my friend from home... Gaius. Gaius, this is my h-husband here — Achilles.

[ she hangs back then, shrinking a bit into herself to allow the men their chance to speak, to gauge. despite technically being the tie that binds them now, there is a part of her that suspects the less she says, the better... ]
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[personal profile] riastraid 2016-10-09 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, it was good to see Achilles too. Maybe they shared a manly back-pat before getting to work. And it is work—but Lancer enjoys having a job as much as he dislikes bandits, so it's two birds with one stone. Add in some company, and it's practically a party.

But for both being spearmen, Achilles's approach is... flashier than his, literally and figuratively. Lancer would've prowled, taken one man at a time, a trail of bodies rather than a pile. There's a moment spent just watching the other man's brilliant, golden charge, brow cocked curiously, but he'll get a response in just before another round of shots are fired.

At least it's more fun this way. ]


Gotcha.

[ Lancer knocks aside a spray of bullets with his spear, buckshot crumpling on impact and falling soundlessly to the sand. He leaves Achilles to his mark, leaping ahead in a blur. Landing by a gunners' nest, he slashes through its sandbag barricades in a flurry of grit, bandits sent scrambling out into the open like bees escaping a hive. Easy targets, besides maybe the fact that they all have guns. ]

[personal profile] ex_adept136 2016-10-09 08:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Haise won't deny that their resources are limited to start with. It's the first time that he's been provided with any sort of allowance for a mission, and while it was initially a strange provision, he sees the reason for it by now. Unlike previous dispatches, everything here does cost them in currency, or at least can't be gained so freely]

As we are now, we might attract more attention than we want...especially while gathering information. [This strikes him as the most immediate of reasons, though far from the only one] It's true we should be careful with the funds we've been supplied, but shouldn't be also be careful with our apparel? It'd be a shame for such a handsome tunic to be damaged while we're dealing with bandits.

[And their arrival assured that at the very least, the were going to be dealing with plenty of brigands during this mission]

[personal profile] ex_adept136 2016-10-10 10:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Haise doesn't anticipate the sales pitch, although he supposes he should have. With an open opportunity, it makes sense that the proprietor — or his wife as the case proves to be — would take advantage of that. No doubt in an outpost town like this, that sort of pursuit is necessary to make ends meet.

For his part, Haise listens politely. After Achilles has given his assent, he nods and glances toward the seamstress]


In that case, we'll have a look around, ourselves.

[Which is to say, they'll be able to take care of themselves from here. As much he appreciates that the woman is willing to attend to whatever they might need, he thinks looking clothing over is something well within their means... Besides which, her reasoning may not match up with their own, if the conversation he'd first walked into was any indication.

Turning then, he gestures to some displays]


Let's see what might be fitting... They seem to have some variety here.
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[personal profile] stickyfingers 2016-10-10 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[While he's not entirely surprised by Olivia's leaping up out of her chair and flapping around like a baby bird, he does have to immediately think about how surprised he is about the guy at her side. He takes no time in sizing the guy up, and maybe he's a little showoffish in how he judges him with an eye along with that honestly noble-sounding introduction.

So she's not only found a man who was gentle-spoken and straightforward, but she'd found one of a noble stature, too. Good for her, his first thought, quickly followed by haha, what a statue. Sorry, Oliva--he's still Gaius, afterall.]


Whoa there. No need to stand on ceremony for me. I'll definitely partake in the wine, though--especially if it's sweet. [He hopes it's sweet.] Name's Gaius, as I doubt you've heard enough now. Well met.

[He'll even offer one of those gloved hands to the broad-standing nobleman-type when he gets close enough, his accent tinged and his way of speaking apparent--he's definitely no high-born like this pair appear to be.]

Guess I owe you a 'thanks' for keepin' a good eye on Olivia here, huh. Maybe it should'a been me buying the wine.
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[personal profile] winces 2016-10-11 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ high-born where. while olivia's future may have a high possibility of nobility, she is certainly far from that as she is now. just a simple peasant girl, who just so happened to catch the eye of someone way, way out of her league.

she, unfortunately, hadn't had the chance to check if the cactus wine were sweet, but she did have enough time and forethought to arrange a few of those candies from the train car that she'd had leftover on a small plate, which she is quick to nudge a little further into the center of the table, once they are all sat and served with drinks. ]


Achilles has been very good to me, Gaius, [ she's quick to say, her hesitation and nervousness easily forgotten in the wake of gushing about someone she cares so deeply about. in truth, she'd sound just as genuine and eager were she speaking of gaius himself.

though perhaps with far less blushing involved. ]


Far better than I deserve, really...
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( olivia & lucina, shortly after the earthquakes )

[personal profile] winces 2016-10-13 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ in retrospect, she could have planned this out much, much better. given each party more chance to prepare, perhaps, or — or something.

as it is, her emotions and the adrenaline of the day got the better of her, and an excitable discussion with lucina soon turned into a, would you like to meet him? and so here they now are, fluttering anxiously in the quieter part of town, by the arms shop (another thing that definitely lacked forethought), waiting as olivia fumbled with the magitek jewelry to send achilles a video call. ]


Um — Achilles...? Are you around...

[ she gives lucina a nervous smile, waiting for the man to pick up. ]
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[personal profile] tolight 2016-10-13 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ In the frankest of terms, Lucina isn't sure how to feel about any of this.

There's the childish part of her that speaks against the more rational side. This is her mother, regardless of what she remembers, and her mother must be with her father. The idea of her mother falling in love with anyone else is preposterous, because — well — it's her father, strong and proud and the most ideal man any woman can fall for, really. And Lucina's mother deserves no less than the absolute best; that much, she knows is true.

But at the same time, she knows that this Olivia hasn't fallen in love with Chrom yet, does not know of the events that are to come. It's a blessing in itself that Lucina was recognized in the first place ( sort of ). And it's obvious that her mother is happy with this... Achilles ( even if it's not her father ), and as a daughter, is there any more she could want?

So she agrees to meet him, reassures her mother with a smile that if it's someone who has made her happy, he must surely be a good man. She's still apprehensive; she stands half a step beside Olivia, blue eyes looking for some kind of response. ]
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[personal profile] winces 2016-10-14 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ ...or. you know. olivia could actually just die.

right there, where she stands, because the amount of blood rushing to her face coupled with the speed with which it does so is surely not healthy, nor humanly possible, yet there it goes, defying all laws of human biology, but it does, at the very least, offer another sight to gawk at other than her very seemingly naked paramour.

there are two full seconds in which all olivia can do is stare — wide-eyed and comical, with an expression that is both full of horror and grim resignation. because of course, of course, and also why gods couldn't she have just done audio instead?

two full seconds for her mind to simultaneously grind to a halt and kickstart in panic. two full seconds for the blood to drain from her face then come surging back. two full seconds for what little respect her future daughter might have had for her go slipping away into the abyss... never to be seen again.

because the magitek is what it is, there is no violent hanging up, no frantic tossing of any devices. there is, instead, a small dancer shrieking at the top of her lungs: ]


I'M SORRY WRONG PERSON GOODBYE!!

[ and the subsequent cancelling of the call with a hasty command of her mind. ]
Edited 2016-10-14 01:04 (UTC)
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[personal profile] twinpeak 2016-10-14 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dipper hadn't been out for too long yet—fifteen at most, probably—spending the short time wondering how to start off his day. He's seen most of the town by now... Perhaps he should start doing some digging regarding the mission ahead of them?

... Or raid the candy aisles of the apothecary again?

No matter the thoughts wandering through his mind; Dipper is jerked out of his thoughts when he hears his name called out. Well, his name following "brave-hearted"... He thinks that about him? Really? The dumbfounded look on his face breaks into a lopsided grin that he can't help but make as he pauses in front of Achilles. ]


Hey, man—long time no see. What's up?

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