as he approaches he scratches at the side of his face briefly with a hand - just. gently trying to divert from where it says `a meaningless death` plastered along the side of his neck. it runs along the strange mark he's always had there: a circle that starts on his chest and has tendrils running on his neck and over his cheek. it seems more obvious now with the ink. ]
[ Daan looks back at the cabin. Honestly, he scored lowkey. How did that happen.
He looks back at Gale, seemingly unawares of the little black lines that reach and wrap around his throat, reading YOU'RE THE PROBLEM. ]
Good morning, Gale. I'd say we could do better, but it's all too easy to complain in a place like this. We're beginning work on trying to spruce up the place, though.
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I don't imagine you wouldn't have seen her since, but I tended to Karlach's wounds. Hopefully, her fingers will heal properly despite our lack of ideal materials.
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well, he absorbs all of that - the agonizing childhood, the pull of the occult, the fated meeting ... there's a lot in there to absorb. but it certainly explains quite a bit about Daan, doesn't it?
but it leaves the question of where to pry and what to let lie. ]
Anyway welcome to the requisite Friday depression where Daan is just looking at the posters... giving off... a weird vibe. Okay the vibe is just that he's lowkey disassociating but not quite. Like he's on the precipice of feeling some type of way but can't decide what it is. ]
[ gale can be found in the library, obviously, hunched over a huge book and taking frantic notes in a fresh clean journal beside it. he won't notice if anyone else walked in, completely engrossed in this. hyperfixation time. good luck!!! ]
[ He's still got his shoddy crutch but he's kind of coming over and peering over Gale's shoulder at what the fuck he's doing, raising a brow. What're you writing, my dude? And what's this fat book about? ]
[ he DID get swamped. he is healed up, though the claw mark across his front is still pretty raw looking. but at least it's closed over. the hand is scarred, and clearly moving stiffly. the mark is also still glowing, along with the veins that reach out from around it. bioluminescent ...
gale is somewhere hopefully comfortable, with tara on his lap and flipping through his book. ]
[ gale is on the boardwalk most of the day, just strolling up and down it, clearly a bit lost in thought.
thoughts you can hear, apparently. `Now of course true Ascension would require picking a proper divine domain, not one that is already fully encaptured by another god or you will be getting into territorial disputes--` ]
Daan's just looking at today's bulletin like it's the fucking morning newspaper, smoking a cigarette. There's kind of complicated thoughts in regards to all three of them, but maybe a tad more about Kanda. Something something, surviving again. ]
[ Hello there Mr. Wizard. Have a ghostly fellow, I'm sure this is also a normal thing in BG3 as are most things. Alli, attacked during peak capitalism. ]
I take it you've met and spoken with Karlach and Astarion. I would be astonished otherwise, I'm sure they would've beelined for you.
[ Well if it's in-between the curses, Daan is actually in a hoodie with the hood pulled up. Because I have been asked due to misunderstanding, he is not bald. Part of his fringe is still visible. There's just a slight lumpiness under that hood that he doesn't seem keen on sharing with the public. ]
W0 - WEEKEND ZERO
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I don't believe we've had the pleasure of making acquaintances yet. Daniël, was it? Apologies, I've been perusing the profiles.
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...Hello. That's right.
It's not exactly easy when there's over three dozen of us, is it?
...And you're Mr. Gale of Waterdeep.
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W0 - MONDAY
as he approaches he scratches at the side of his face briefly with a hand - just. gently trying to divert from where it says `a meaningless death` plastered along the side of his neck. it runs along the strange mark he's always had there: a circle that starts on his chest and has tendrils running on his neck and over his cheek. it seems more obvious now with the ink. ]
Enjoying all the comforts of your new home?
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He looks back at Gale, seemingly unawares of the little black lines that reach and wrap around his throat, reading YOU'RE THE PROBLEM. ]
Good morning, Gale. I'd say we could do better, but it's all too easy to complain in a place like this. We're beginning work on trying to spruce up the place, though.
You've been assigned a place too?
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I don't imagine you wouldn't have seen her since, but I tended to Karlach's wounds. Hopefully, her fingers will heal properly despite our lack of ideal materials.
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[ looking at his own hands, like. yikes. ]
We've gotten the fingers preserved, as it were. So with any luck they'll be able to be returned to her.
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W1 - Friday
Quite the turnout.
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[ God, Daan looks so exhausted looking at this. ]
This is going to be... a headache to resolve tomorrow.
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Hi Gale. It's shadows and memories of the past time. He'll get to see all of this, unless you tell me Lowe I'm not reading all of that, in which case I do have a shortened version in the comment. ]
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well, he absorbs all of that - the agonizing childhood, the pull of the occult, the fated meeting ... there's a lot in there to absorb. but it certainly explains quite a bit about Daan, doesn't it?
but it leaves the question of where to pry and what to let lie. ]
Elise?
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W2, friday
Anyway welcome to the requisite Friday depression where Daan is just looking at the posters... giving off... a weird vibe. Okay the vibe is just that he's lowkey disassociating but not quite. Like he's on the precipice of feeling some type of way but can't decide what it is. ]
...Hah...
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Daan?
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W3, sunday
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gale is somewhere hopefully comfortable, with tara on his lap and flipping through his book. ]
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thoughts you can hear, apparently. `Now of course true Ascension would require picking a proper divine domain, not one that is already fully encaptured by another god or you will be getting into territorial disputes--` ]
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Good morning, Gale. Looks like your mind's abuzz, and so are your legs.
[ Just looking at him pacing up and down. He can catch a stray that sounds something like Gods again... ]
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Daan's just looking at today's bulletin like it's the fucking morning newspaper, smoking a cigarette. There's kind of complicated thoughts in regards to all three of them, but maybe a tad more about Kanda. Something something, surviving again. ]
So we're back to three after all.
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It seems that way.
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Are you well? Despite everything? I'm afraid I didn't get to check in with you yesterday.
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he is very stiff and obviously in a bit of pain, but he'll meander up to the pyre. ]
... Did you speak on what you were to do, if you became monsters?
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And not a hello first? I thought you were a gentleman, Gale.
You'll have to be a bit less vague.
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I take it you've met and spoken with Karlach and Astarion. I would be astonished otherwise, I'm sure they would've beelined for you.
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Of course. You seem to be feeling much more yourself?
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Hello, Daan. Holding up?
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I'd thought so, but now I'm about to KMS.
[ What a baffling combination of effects. ]
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