well, actually, you might not have noticed getting pickpocketed. maybe you will notice, however, that there's a guy waving you over holding something in his hand - why, it's whatever you got pickpocketed for. a piece of jewelry? your wallet? a notebook? who knows! its up to you! ]
Hey. You dropped this.
[ did you drop this actually. that is the question ]
[ there's some kind of... event... happening at [generic murdergame] today. despite all of the death and destruction that's gone on for weeks, the Overlords of MG have decided everyone needs to dress up pretty that the people who are stuck here deserve a bit of celebration.
it's not that therion is against a celebration. does he really have anything to celebrate? not really. does he like to drink? absolutely. is being stuck in one place kind of stifling? definitely. is he planning on dressing up?
.... well, no. except for the fact that he's standing in the [generic murdergame of your choice]'s infinite closet, arms folded, frowning up at the incredibly large selection. he hasn't noticed you yet, apparently. ]
[ mumbles in which mg this is we're probably about to go to bed i'll decide later maybe it's 7r
alfyn pops up behind therion like a demented, if giant, gopher, hands on his belt as he peers into the endless aisle of the infinite closet. he's not a guy that ever gets fancy for much of anything - not really a lot of fancy-like things to be had in clearbrook, frankly, and castle riven is far enough away that it's not like even celebrations there will draw many people from his little podunk village. even king richard taking the throne had him and zeph just staying home to make sure no more brigands or monsters caused trouble.
so he's... well, kind of wishing cyrus or primrose were here, actually. maybe they'd be able to help.
he's not sure what therion's thinking about all this, except that he's not thrilled, judging by his posture and his ugh. but he gives him a winning smile that's punctuated in a question mark just. :)? ]
well. anyway. here they are! staring at the closet. it's not that therion got snuck up on by alfyn, it's that he was very purposefully Ignoring He Was There, if only because he Knew this was going to end up a conversation. in fact, he is practically counting down in his head to the minute when his favorite (??) apothecary doofus has something to say. ]
[ alfyn and therion sweeping up her murder be like ]
You try up your butt yet?
[ the quip is instant, and he moves to step around therion to peer further down the closet. alfyn has no doubts whatsoever about the fact that therion's probably been aware of him coming down to join him for, like, twenty paces or so. stealth isn't exactly his forte, but at least he's not as miserable at it as olberic is. ]
[ because this is normal asshole behavior, alfyn gets a snort, therion's mouth pulling into an amused smirk because he thinks this is funny. ] Not how I get my kicks around here, medicine man. Mind out of the gutter.
[ dirty joke about indulgences included.
anyway. therion leans back a little to actually regard alfyn now, lolling his head back to look at the big lug. the infinite closet with all of its nice clothing options await. ]
Just getting tired of hearing Wrath chew my ear off about this stupid party.
[ ehehe. alfyn brushes his thumb across his nose, pleased with himself for getting therion to smirk. it's also to briefly hide his expression after that, though, because - hm. mind still in the gutter. ]
Nah, there's better stuff for that.
[ A N Y W A Y S, moving on from that particular horny thought as quickly as he can. better to focus on the party thing, as he peers back down at therion when he lolls his head like that. hi. ]
I mean, it sounds fun? Plenty of time to indulge, probably going to be some neat things around, and it's not on a day where anyone's going to disappear or die. Kinda nice? I don't blame 'em for chewing.
[ there's a tch that and he rolls his eyes with all of the sardonic bite you expect from therion, looking at the closet with his arms folded across his chest. ] They had a choice phrase or two for me about it.
[ (lup voice) if you show up in your normal clothes im giving you a swirlie you look like a rat ]
You're gonna be there all night, huh. [ social creature ] Picked out your fancy dress yet?
I can imagine. [ amusement radiates off of him, though it's both "hehehe wrath told you off" and something affectionate. fond. but that is their rat, at the end of the day, and alfyn's pretty into him looking like a rat. very unfortunate. ]
I'll be there a lot of the night, prob'ly, yeah. [ he doesn't mind the idea of socializing all night, unlike introverts and loners. ] But that's why I came. Figured I'd give it a shot before going to beg Prim for some pointers, 'cause I've never gotten dolled up - oh, ever, in my life.
[ the sarcasm in these two words. he for one is shocked and amazed that alfyn "my last name is literally greengrass" greengrass has never gotten dolled up.
he looks at him for a long moment, just staring at alfyn... and then sighs. ]
... It's not that hard. [ and then turns, going to look through the racks - past the shorter clothing and towards stuff that might fit someone taller. someone with a broader chest, more muscles.... hmm.... ] You want a full suit, or what?
Shocking, right? Me? Some bumpkin from Clearbrook?
[ he shoots it right back, easy as anything, because he's used to therion and knows he's just being a stinker (affectionate). but he tries not to squirm as he's stared at, rubbing at the side of his neck, until - oh! ]
Shucks, Therion, I don't know. I think I'd probably feel like a Froggen stuffed into a full suit. Don't think I could pull fancy off nearly as well as the professor can.
[ there's a beat as he looks alfyn over for a long moment - gaze sweeping over him from top of the head down to the feet, before he snorts, and turns swiftly on his heel.
there's nothing for a few minutes. silence, just the sound of clothes moving, like maybe therion's just given up trying to look, like he just cannot imagine dressing this country bumpkin.
but, eventually, a bundle of fabric comes out of the closet, bit by bit. shirt, pants. the clink-clink of suspenders, a second later, all tossed at alfyn (lightly, at least.) ]
There. Ditch your shoes, get a pair of dress shoes from over where they keep them.
[ if the shirt's a little bit too tight... don't worry about it ]
[ straightening up as he's eyeballed, messy hair to scuffed boot, alfyn sweats a little at the snort, but doesn't go anywhere. just watches therion disappear into the proper depths of the infinity closet. he rubs the back of his calf with the other foot absently, feeling out of place as ever amidst all these nice clothes.
but he catches what's tossed at him, fumbling the suspenders because the weight of the clasps is unexpected and causes them to slide through his fingers at first. ]
Oh. [ oh! he perks. ] Thanks, Therion. Gimme a minute...
[ he's used to traveling with the others so he's just. already taking his shirt off as he walks away, pulling the back over his head so that he can carry what he's been given. back muscles. ]
[ there, that's his good deed for the day. not that therion cares about doing good deeds, but also, he's willing to save alfyn from being scolded by primrose and/or wrath, because... it's embarrassing, or something. yeah. sure, that's definitely it.
he doesn't acknowledge the statement, busying himself looking at the racks in his size. however, when alfyn starts taking off his shirt
.... alright he does look, leaning back a little to get an eyeful. look. he's only human and alfyn is, admittedly, attractive. like really attractive. if he looks back, though, therion is very quick to return to the racks.
[ scratching briefly at the trail of hair down his stomach as he tries to figure out the outfit that therion's tossed at him, he doesn't actually notice that therion was looking - at least, for long. he glances over and catches him turning away... and blinks, considering.
... nah. couldn't have been.
he'll step into the changing area, getting his pants and boots off as he tries not to think too hard about it. therion definitely wasn't, like, looking looking. right? ]
Not too fancy... s'nice pick, I think. [ here he comes... the shirt is definitely just a smidge tight. well, that's fine. ]
[ man. this ridiculous place is the bane of therion's existence. alfyn misses it, but he scoffs a little under his breath for even considering thinking about alfyn - country boy medicine man doofus too-good-too-sunshine alfyn being hot in too tight clothes and shakes his head.
this is wrath's fault. he's digging through the racks, tossing out a decent looking pair of slacks in his size and holding them up to his own waist with a wrinkle of his nose when alfyn talks again, rolling his eyes. ]
You'd never be able to pull off something you'd catch the professor in. [ rude, but not untrue ] If you're gonna get someone ripping you out of it, it's not worth it, anyway.
[ he chokes on his own spit when therion adds that second part, before it turns into a high laugh. ]
I dunno about that. Might be me tearin' the shirt off before anybody else... [ mumbled a little, but alfyn steps out of the dressing area and spreads his hands at first. tada..? he can't get the top couple of buttons together, a trail of hair visible down into the cleavage that's showing now. ] But s'true. There's not really anybody that can pull off what the professor can, I don't think.
Mostly I just want to not make Prim and Wrath want to strangle me.
he gets the urge to, like, cover himself like he's a bashful maiden? but at the same time he wants to puff up like a bird. it's a very conflicting feeling that therion is currently inflicting on him.
I was just thinking you clean up pretty alright for a country hick.
[ therion be NICE. that reaction makes him smirk, shitty, and he turns from where he's standing, prowling over to walk around him once and look over his outfit. ]
Might be the first time I've ever seen you not covered in dirt.
[ is this mean? probably. does it bother alfyn? not really. he laughs, despite himself, although he feels the skittering nerves up his spine that always happen when therion circles him like prey. a thrill, instead of fear, but still nerves, and he straightens up even more.
aaaa. but also. ]
Pretty sure Prim would kick my ass if I showed up with even a speck of dirt. [ he turns his head and waist a bit to try and follow therion's circling. ] You're the one that picked the digs, though, y'know.
[ yeah, he picked it out. yeah, alfyn looks good. look he might prefer to dress in like, literal rags most of the time, but he's got a decent sense of fashion. he knows what looks good, and how to don disguises if he needs to, so.
he stops in front of him, and plucks at that unbuttoned button. he doesn't even say anything - he just raises his eyebrows and looks up at him, smug. ]
[ please wear actual shoes, therion, instead of the money bags you've stolen off of rich people.
alfyn's nerves become a tangible thing, as a little shudder breaks out from his spine and out to the rest of his body with that combination of pluck and smug look. is his mouth dry? he thinks his mouth and throat are both dry. gods, and this isn't even the first time therion's been up in his space like this - probably won't be the last either. ]
... you keep that up I'm gonna say somethin' real stupid that you're never gonna let me live down.
[ getting spit out of a choose your own adventure is not fun for anyone. therion is bleeding. he knows that much - he's bleeding in a lot of places. there's a stab wound in his gut that just aches, and he's got his arm tossed over it as he grits his teeth and makes his way to a sitting upright position. blood runs down his face underneath his bangs, too: insult to fucking injury.
his companions for this choose your own adventure were not exactly his allies. no. tasked to kill and betray each other, because what else is new - for therion, who has so, so tentatively gotten to build his bonds, this was catastrophic in terms of his development. he's like a skittish cat, and that means one thing: he needs time to lick his wounds.
so he does not ask for help, or even pay attention to people starting to arrive on the scene. in fact, he gets up, past the body (he thinks) of one of the people (he knows) he killed to get out of there alive, and he starts walking, making a beeline to get Away.
unfortunately, he's injured badly enough that he can't get away very quickly... and he's leaving an unsteady trail of blood behind him. maybe catch him while you can. ]
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therion | octopath traveler
① generic: pickpocket
well, actually, you might not have noticed getting pickpocketed. maybe you will notice, however, that there's a guy waving you over holding something in his hand - why, it's whatever you got pickpocketed for. a piece of jewelry? your wallet? a notebook? who knows! its up to you! ]
Hey. You dropped this.
[ did you drop this actually. that is the question ]
② generic mg: ball day
everyone needs to dress up prettythat the people who are stuck here deserve a bit of celebration.it's not that therion is against a celebration. does he really have anything to celebrate? not really. does he like to drink? absolutely. is being stuck in one place kind of stifling? definitely. is he planning on dressing up?
.... well, no. except for the fact that he's standing in the [generic murdergame of your choice]'s infinite closet, arms folded, frowning up at the incredibly large selection. he hasn't noticed you yet, apparently. ]
Ugh.
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alfyn pops up behind therion like a demented, if giant, gopher, hands on his belt as he peers into the endless aisle of the infinite closet. he's not a guy that ever gets fancy for much of anything - not really a lot of fancy-like things to be had in clearbrook, frankly, and castle riven is far enough away that it's not like even celebrations there will draw many people from his little podunk village. even king richard taking the throne had him and zeph just staying home to make sure no more brigands or monsters caused trouble.
so he's... well, kind of wishing cyrus or primrose were here, actually. maybe they'd be able to help.
he's not sure what therion's thinking about all this, except that he's not thrilled, judging by his posture and his ugh. but he gives him a winning smile that's punctuated in a question mark just. :)? ]
Tryna figure things out?
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well. anyway. here they are! staring at the closet. it's not that therion got snuck up on by alfyn, it's that he was very purposefully Ignoring He Was There, if only because he Knew this was going to end up a conversation. in fact, he is practically counting down in his head to the minute when his favorite (??) apothecary doofus has something to say. ]
Nope. Looking for my lost dagger. Seen it?
[
anyway that's obviously just sarcasm ]
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You try up your butt yet?
[ the quip is instant, and he moves to step around therion to peer further down the closet. alfyn has no doubts whatsoever about the fact that therion's probably been aware of him coming down to join him for, like, twenty paces or so. stealth isn't exactly his forte, but at least he's not as miserable at it as olberic is. ]
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[ dirty joke about indulgences included.
anyway. therion leans back a little to actually regard alfyn now, lolling his head back to look at the big lug. the infinite closet with all of its nice clothing options await. ]
Just getting tired of hearing Wrath chew my ear off about this stupid party.
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Nah, there's better stuff for that.
[ A N Y W A Y S, moving on from that particular horny thought as quickly as he can. better to focus on the party thing, as he peers back down at therion when he lolls his head like that. hi. ]
I mean, it sounds fun? Plenty of time to indulge, probably going to be some neat things around, and it's not on a day where anyone's going to disappear or die. Kinda nice? I don't blame 'em for chewing.
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[ (lup voice) if you show up in your normal clothes im giving you a swirlie you look like a rat ]
You're gonna be there all night, huh. [ social creature ] Picked out your fancy dress yet?
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I'll be there a lot of the night, prob'ly, yeah. [ he doesn't mind the idea of socializing all night, unlike introverts and loners. ] But that's why I came. Figured I'd give it a shot before going to beg Prim for some pointers, 'cause I've never gotten dolled up - oh, ever, in my life.
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[ the sarcasm in these two words. he for one is shocked and amazed that alfyn "my last name is literally greengrass" greengrass has never gotten dolled up.
he looks at him for a long moment, just staring at alfyn... and then sighs. ]
... It's not that hard. [ and then turns, going to look through the racks - past the shorter clothing and towards stuff that might fit someone taller. someone with a broader chest, more muscles.... hmm.... ] You want a full suit, or what?
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[ he shoots it right back, easy as anything, because he's used to therion and knows he's just being a stinker (affectionate). but he tries not to squirm as he's stared at, rubbing at the side of his neck, until - oh! ]
Shucks, Therion, I don't know. I think I'd probably feel like a Froggen stuffed into a full suit. Don't think I could pull fancy off nearly as well as the professor can.
[ like. an exaggeration. but still. ]
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there's nothing for a few minutes. silence, just the sound of clothes moving, like maybe therion's just given up trying to look, like he just cannot imagine dressing this country bumpkin.
but, eventually, a bundle of fabric comes out of the closet, bit by bit. shirt, pants. the clink-clink of suspenders, a second later, all tossed at alfyn (lightly, at least.) ]
There. Ditch your shoes, get a pair of dress shoes from over where they keep them.
[ if the shirt's a little bit too tight... don't worry about it ]
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but he catches what's tossed at him, fumbling the suspenders because the weight of the clasps is unexpected and causes them to slide through his fingers at first. ]
Oh. [ oh! he perks. ] Thanks, Therion. Gimme a minute...
[ he's used to traveling with the others so he's just. already taking his shirt off as he walks away, pulling the back over his head so that he can carry what he's been given. back muscles. ]
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he doesn't acknowledge the statement, busying himself looking at the racks in his size. however, when alfyn starts taking off his shirt
.... alright he does look, leaning back a little to get an eyeful. look. he's only human and alfyn is, admittedly, attractive. like really attractive. if he looks back, though, therion is very quick to return to the racks.
maybe not quick enough, though. ]
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... nah. couldn't have been.
he'll step into the changing area, getting his pants and boots off as he tries not to think too hard about it. therion definitely wasn't, like, looking looking. right? ]
Not too fancy... s'nice pick, I think. [ here he comes... the shirt is definitely just a smidge tight. well, that's fine. ]
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this is wrath's fault. he's digging through the racks, tossing out a decent looking pair of slacks in his size and holding them up to his own waist with a wrinkle of his nose when alfyn talks again, rolling his eyes. ]
You'd never be able to pull off something you'd catch the professor in. [ rude, but not untrue ] If you're gonna get someone ripping you out of it, it's not worth it, anyway.
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I dunno about that. Might be me tearin' the shirt off before anybody else... [ mumbled a little, but alfyn steps out of the dressing area and spreads his hands at first. tada..? he can't get the top couple of buttons together, a trail of hair visible down into the cleavage that's showing now. ] But s'true. There's not really anybody that can pull off what the professor can, I don't think.
Mostly I just want to not make Prim and Wrath want to strangle me.
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well. okay, he was right. he pauses where he's looking at pants to look at alfyn, top to bottom, gaze sweeping over him. hmm. attractive. ]
...Huh.
[ there's a little bit of slowly spreading amusement on his face. ]
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he gets the urge to, like, cover himself like he's a bashful maiden? but at the same time he wants to puff up like a bird. it's a very conflicting feeling that therion is currently inflicting on him.
not... necessarily new, all things considered. ]
What... why "huh"...
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[ therion be NICE. that reaction makes him smirk, shitty, and he turns from where he's standing, prowling over to walk around him once and look over his outfit. ]
Might be the first time I've ever seen you not covered in dirt.
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aaaa. but also. ]
Pretty sure Prim would kick my ass if I showed up with even a speck of dirt. [ he turns his head and waist a bit to try and follow therion's circling. ] You're the one that picked the digs, though, y'know.
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[ yeah, he picked it out. yeah, alfyn looks good. look he might prefer to dress in like, literal rags most of the time, but he's got a decent sense of fashion. he knows what looks good, and how to don disguises if he needs to, so.
he stops in front of him, and plucks at that unbuttoned button. he doesn't even say anything - he just raises his eyebrows and looks up at him, smug. ]
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alfyn's nerves become a tangible thing, as a little shudder breaks out from his spine and out to the rest of his body with that combination of pluck and smug look. is his mouth dry? he thinks his mouth and throat are both dry. gods, and this isn't even the first time therion's been up in his space like this - probably won't be the last either. ]
... you keep that up I'm gonna say somethin' real stupid that you're never gonna let me live down.
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③ generic mg: cyoa returns
his companions for this choose your own adventure were not exactly his allies. no. tasked to kill and betray each other, because what else is new - for therion, who has so, so tentatively gotten to build his bonds, this was catastrophic in terms of his development. he's like a skittish cat, and that means one thing: he needs time to lick his wounds.
so he does not ask for help, or even pay attention to people starting to arrive on the scene. in fact, he gets up, past the body (he thinks) of one of the people (he knows) he killed to get out of there alive, and he starts walking, making a beeline to get Away.
unfortunately, he's injured badly enough that he can't get away very quickly... and he's leaving an unsteady trail of blood behind him. maybe catch him while you can. ]