sixteen [action] | Saturday

[imatreenow]

[On Saturday afternoon, villagers may notice a peculiar sight while out and about in their daily routines. Or maybe they've learned not to question anything that happens here, so they won't pay any mind to Freyjadour as he carries a damp and shivering Mithos through town in what is generally described as 'bridal style'.

...There's an explanation for this. Really.

It has something to do with being unceremoniously dumped into the fountain upon return from a death penalty removal, a minor inconvenience known as pain-killers, and a major inconvenience known as muscular atrophy.

Feel free to awkwardly run into them at any point during the trek to House 11. Tread close enough and snippets of arguments are likely to be heard:]

Put me down...! I am fine.

You can't even stand. Stop struggling, please.

[Or maybe something like:]

I don't need your help.

Yes, you do...just calm down.

[They stop to rest a few times along the way, because while Mithos isn't exactly heavy, he still isn't exactly light either. And he refuses to make this easy on Frey, putting up a constant sruggle against his hold. Good thing there are benches to sit on. And awkward, sullen silence to enjoy, in which Mithos pointedly looks the other way and Freyjadour just has a patient if long suffering look on his face.]

[LATER ACTION - House 11]

Throughout the rest of the day, Mithos has taken up temporary residence on the living room sofa of House 11. The side effects of the drugs have worn off, but he's still in no condition to go off on his own. According to Frey, anyway. Regardless of his condition, a house full of humans is one of the last places he wants to be. House members, come gawk at the grumpy kid in the living room all you want. He defnitely looks like he could use a little company, right? ...Right?]

[OOC NOTE: As you probably expected, responses in the earlier part will come from both Mithos and Freyjadour. Surprise on who will tag first, decided on a thread by thread basis. Later action portion may or may not include threadjacking from Frey or Kaori. You have been warned, friends.]

Comments

[fortunefail]

[Speak up and say what? He's actually quite interested in the answer to that question, so he's not about to interrupt. Let's try and gauge what sort of a state Mithos is in right now.]

[imatreenow]

[Let's not do that, Yuan. Let's leave Mithos alone and walk away, because if memory serves you damn well know how to do that.

The dizzy spell passes. He unscrews his eyes and slowly raises his head, aggravated.] I'm fine.

[falenandawn]

[.....The look he sends Mithos in response is mildly suspicious. He isn't quite sure he can believe that, but he will accept the answer nonetheless.]

.....Tell me if anything changes. I do not wish to have you passing out on me.

[fortunefail]

[Tempted as he is to point out that Mithos passing out would be a blessing, he'll just bite that remark back.]

If you're honestly that worried about him, you should just take him to the clinic.

[imatreenow]

No. I refuse to go there. [That is the worst suggestion ever, Yuan...not that he would expect any less from you. Going to the clinic would mean even more people he does't trust sticking their noses in matters that don't concern them.

And he isn't going to pass out, perhaps through sheer will power.]

[falenandawn]

If I have to, I will take him. But we have several people with healing magic back at the house, at least... and I know some first aid, if there are more then drugs involved. [Really, he would never say so, but he had already surmised Mithos would outright refuse the clinic.]

[fortunefail]

... In that case, I'll wish you luck with keeping Mithos in check.

[Because, let's face it. The moment Mithos is well enough to harm someone, he likely will.]

[imatreenow]

Or you'll 'take care of it' again, Yuan? [Hey Yuan, remember that time you killed me? Do you? Do you?]

[falenandawn]

[....That....

He would like to think Mithos meant that in a kind light, but it certainly didn't seem to be such a case. Either way, he was confused.]

'Take care of it'?

[fortunefail]

[He flinches, but only for a second. After that, he's right back to his usual expression of mild anger.]

If I must. [Martel wouldn't approve, but... Well, she wouldn't approve of Mithos harming other people, either.]

[imatreenow]

I suppose I should expect no less from a filthy traitor.

[falenandawn]

[He feels like he is missing something here, and looks from the blond in his arms to Yuan, confusion clear on his face.]

Who exactly are you?

[fortunefail]

[Again with the traitor insult. Mithos, will you ever learn?]

I'm what one might call an old friend. That is, until I became a 'filthy traitor' to Mithos' goals.

[imatreenow]

[No, he really won't. And there are a number of things he could interject with here, but...he chooses carefully.]

...You were a traitor long before that.

[falenandawn]

[He gets the feeling asking more would be prying. Either way, the man's presence was upsetting the other in a situation where he would prefer cooperation.]

Ah.....

[fortunefail]

[He's just shaking his head again. Mithos really believes that? After all they'd been through during the time of the Kharlan War?]

Well, I can see my words are wasted on you, as usual. I'll be on my way.

[imatreenow]

As are mine. [He didn't expect Yuan to catch what he was getting at, and if that's the case...there's no reason to expound. Betrayal doesn't have to mean stabbing the other person in the back - it can take on far more subtle forms. Turning one's back is enough. Yuan shares the burden of guilt with Kratos for that. Turning away and not bothering to take the time to really look at what was going on, simply letting him flounder in his despair and sink like a stone.

He'll gladly let him leave.]

[falenandawn]

[He was glad that both were in agreement, as he was just about to make an excuse to leave as well. The tension was odd, and while he would assume it was simply Mithos' manners, normally, the way both spoke to each other hinted at something deeper there then distrust of everything around him.]

Good day to you then, Sir.

[Still polite, but it's obvious he isn't sure what the heck he just walked into.]

[fortunefail]

[And Yuan will indeed depart without another word. Polite as Frey was, he's already said everything he needed to say in regards to taking care around Mithos. If the guy gets hurt now, he has no one to blame but himself.]

[imatreenow]

[He remains tightly tense even as Yuan gets further and further away, and he wastes little time in snapping a command at Frey:]

...Walk.

[falenandawn]

[And Frey does so, but not because Mithos ordered him.

This confrontation is enough of a confusion to not want to draw it out. Time to get back to house 11.]