Raise a Glass [OPEN]

[lordshield]

Who: The XV Cast and You!
When: June 6th
Where: Curti Center, Jiminy's Juicery (bar)
What: After saving innocents from the Dream Width, some people just need a drink.
Warnings/Notes: Alcohol consumption, possible violence, whatever people do in bars.

Their first foray into the search and rescue business in the Dream Width had been intense, to say the least. Stressful, heartbreaking, exhausting, and enlightening were other words some might use to describe the experience. After a night of rest and a day to somewhat sort things and people out, the next evening brings about a mighty need to head to the local tavern. Some drink to forget, some drink to remember, some drink to relax. There are even representatives of the Bard's Guild providing live music. You can try to make a request, but chances are they don't know your foreign songs.

Maybe you were invited by one of the excitable young men from Lucis, or maybe you came on your own. There's enough room in the bar for quite a few people, so long as they're of age. Sit right at the bar, or pull up chairs around a table, the choice is yours.

[OoC: Make your own toplevel or tag around. Please put content warnings as necessary. Have fun!]

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[immortalmarshal]

[Thankfully for Ravus, Cor was too caught up catching up with those who came before them to even think of diving into other people's memories to help pull them out.]

Apparently so. I only arrived here from then and there yesterday.

[He pauses for a moment.]

I presume you're from immediately after those events?

[sonoftenebrae]

I was leaving Altissia when I awoke here.

[He sighs.]

So you have no word of how Tenebrae fares.

[He has always known the risk of defying the Empire- retaliation against his homeland. Cor knows that pain, and Ravus does not press any further.][He takes a long sip of wine.]

[immortalmarshal]

Not yet, no.

[Though now, Cor considers trying to make his way over there, as soon as they could find their way back to their home world. They screwed up in helping Tenebrae once; he doesn't feel like letting it happen again.]

...so what are your plans, once you've recovered?

[sonoftenebrae]

[Ravus has no especial drive to return to Eos, personally. Lunafreya is gone, only the scarcest dregs of hope remains.]

...

[He thinks it over. His plans...]

I inherited a duty from my sister. The line of Fleuret will support the King of Lucis.

[The new king, not Regis. Ravus does have limits.]

Beyond that, I do not know. [He needs more that one bottle of wine before he starts tackling what he's going to do with his life.]

[immortalmarshal]

[Cor lets Ravus think, eyeing him thoughtfully as he continues eating. He wouldn't be too surprised if Ravus did clarify the difference like that. A less practical person would be upset...but Cor will take anyone willing to be Lucis' ally at this point.

Not that he's going to trust Ravus fully with Regis' health and safety yet. They were enemies until recently... But at least he doesn't have to worry about Ravus stabbing anyone else in the back right now.]

I'm sure his Majesty will accept your support. But you should still consider the kind of path you wish to take for yourself at some point. It can't just be about one's duties for your line.

[sonoftenebrae]

For the Fleurets and the Lucis Caelums, duty is everything.

[And in the absence of that duty, Ravus has...nothing. There is a hollowness inside of him, and he cannot imagine finding anything that would fill it.]

What do you do when you're not acting as 'marshal'?

[immortalmarshal]

Even so, it doesn't exclude one from having some kind of life.

[...did Ravus had any friends? Was he allowed to just...have a life under the Empire's rule? Not like Cor needs another reason to hate the Empire, but...]

You mean, during my downtime? I spend time check in with those important to me. If they're fellow fighters, we'll spar on occasion.

[He twirls his fork for a moment.]

Hunting used to be part of my downtime, but now...well, can't exactly get much cash any other way.

[sonoftenebrae]

One does not win command of a foreign army by devoting time to hobbies.

[He...should probably be concerned, how little he has now. Maybe it will sink in later.]

I...wrote letters to my sister. When I had time. It wasn't often enough.

[He waves for the bartender to refill his glass.]

That sounds like training and labor. That's...efficient, if nothing else.