crying over spilt potatoes (open)

[cassius]

“ GIMMIE THE BOOTY I WANT THE BOOTY ”

After a long day, Cassius arrived at his room. No one was around. The hallway was empty save for the flicker of a torchlight and the echoes of excited voices that had found themselves ricocheting up the stairs. Thud. He knocked his head against the door. Closing his eyes, he let loose a listless sigh which dragged from his lips and pooled on the floor like a heavy fog. For a moment, he allowed the cool touch of his door to permeate through his skin and in the fleeting seconds before his body heat warmed the door, he felt relaxed. 

"All right." He said.

With a pushed the door open with his right hand, the other holding an empty burlap sack that had once held the potatoes of his family farm. The farm he had visited several hours before. He had given all the potatoes to the kitchen, but he couldn't remember why he held onto this grimy  bag. 

The door swung to the side. The room was narrow, but it had enough space between the bed and the desk for one man to lay down between them—up and down, not left to right. It wasn't as if he was expecting a royal's bedchambers. No, he would have demanded a room change in that case. But, it was foreign to him and despite how smooth the sheets looked and how clean the pebble tile was, he couldn't help but yearn for the scritch-scratch of his burlap sack.

After closing the door, he sat on the bed. His fingers ran across the coarse fibres of the bag. Flecks of dirt and sand dug themselves underneath his nails, but he didn't mind. His eyes began to sting. And as Cassius began to cry, he hugged the burlap sack, tears dribbling down his cheeks as he tried to gleam any familiar scent, any familiar feeling from its figure.

He never realized how homesick he really was. Now, he knew.

TAGGED ANYONE
NOTES WAH WAH WAH WHAT A LOSER.

He's in the place where the Knights of Cydonia are assembled before they go to Plegia, so if your character is not a Knight, it may be odd for them to be here.

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[Lyrica]

some coincidences are deliberate

cassius

Lyrica didn't know her way around this place at all, though she supposed that they were not staying in Pyrathi for much longer before the Knights moved on to Plegia. The thought of heading to a foreign country was still giving her jitters, so she'd spent the day in the library, looking for adventure stories, particularly ones with deserts involved, in a crossover attempt to both research their destination and calm herself.

That being said she had no idea how to get back to the room she'd been given and felt like a trespasser in the halls. She wasn't, but there weren't a lot of people moving around inside. She was no good with navigation either, it seemed. Well, it just meant that she'd have to try and find someone who was better than her. But again, not knowing where anyone is, she'd just have to pick a door.

The good news! She'd found a room occupied, judging by the sounds she could hear as she drew close to the door and knocked with all of the authority she could muster (which wasn't a whole lot, to be honest). The bad news? She had no idea that the noises were Cassius crying on the other side. "U-uhm... e-excuse me," she started off timidly from outside. Knowing her general level of assertiveness probably only the knock had been heard, the rest would end up muffled at best. She still wasn't a good conversationalist with other people, but she certainly woul dhave to learn or risk walking the halls for the rest of the afternoon until it was far too late to get properly settled.

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[cassius]

“ GIMMIE THE BOOTY I WANT THE BOOTY ”

While Cassius never really read adventure stories. He was a busy child, unfortunately forced to plow the fields, to cook the meals and clean their humble property with the rest of his blood The young captain never had time to dabble in the fantasies of another world. Not that he disliked daydreaming. It was just that the reality of this world was tiresome and harsh, and his mind may have wandered into the fluffy plumes of an idealistic world, they were too weak to withstand the pressures of his family life. That's why he never read adventure stories and maybe that's why he couldn't read that someone would be coming to his door. In an ideal world, no one would have heard his crying. In an ideal world, he would have never been crying in the worst place.

The knock on the door provoked him into a sweat. In a fury he wiped his eyes, but he could feel their pinkish hue only worsen into a furious red that betrayed what he was trying to hide. The voice was hard to make out, but it didn't matter. Someone was here and someone was about find out that he, a captain of the Ylissean Guard was crying. 

He had to think of something.

And he had to do it quick.

"Ah... hello."

Finally, the door opened, but what Lyrica saw was not Cassius, or at least, it was a kind of Cassius. Perhaps part Revenant and part Ylissean captain? No one could be sure, but Cassius knew that she knew that he looked ridiculous.

After all, he had a burlap sack on his head.

TAGGED Lyrica
NOTES Pooot

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[Lyrica]

some coincidences are deliberate

cassius

Lyrica definitely felt uncomfortable in this castle, though it was all due to not knowing the layout. And how could she be expected to know? Her parent's wishes were to keep her shut up in the house, studying and then marrying her off so she could be the perfect, demure housewife to some lord in Naga knew where. Not an ideal life by any means, but what was an ideal life anyways? She was grateful to Naga, or whatever gods might be out there, that she had summoned the courage to come with the Knights, though she already felt her courage wavering in this cold castle with night approaching.

Philosophical discussions aside, she gave a little start when the door started to open. Thinking about the idea of ghosts roaming the stone halls in the dead of night was going to do little to help her state of mind. It was with a bit of relief that she raised her eyes to find... what in the name of all the gods was that? Lyrica failed to recognize Cassius because of the burlap sack. Indeed, she failed to even recognize the burlap sack as a burlap sack. Instead her brain saw some sort of malformed monster and she managed to eek out a little gasp before she went rigid and passed out from fright.

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS

[cassius]

“ GIMMIE THE BOOTY I WANT THE BOOTY ”

This was not the expected result. As the girl before him began losing her reins on consciousness, he jerked forward to halt her fall. Her body fell limp in his arms and as he stood awkwardly with an unconsciousness lady in his hands, he could only imagine what the scene looked like: a burlap-sacked man-monster-thing looming over a motionless girl, in the middle of a shadowy hallway. His next maneuver wouldn't help as he dragged her body into the room, her feet trailing against the cobble.

With a hearty hoist, he set her on the bed. By this time, he had realized how hard it was to breathe through burlap and with a sigh, he unmasked himself-this time without the help of some meddling kids. Cassius dropped the sack on the ground without much thought. He then ran a hand through his hair, collecting the bit of sweat that had gathered on his forehead. Icky. Never again.

Cassius could still feel the soreness present in his eyes and as he gazed upon her, he felt a twang of remorse. The sack wasn't necessary, but to protect his pride, he had to take drastic measures.

With a realization snapping at the end of his fingers, he grabbed his waterskin and poured it into a ceramic cup. He had prepared it for her to wake, but when his foot pressed down on the less-than-stable sack instead of sturdy ground, he toppled over, spilling the cold contents of his cup onto her face.

Things were not going his way.

TAGGED Lyrica
NOTES UMMMM SO THAT HAPPENED RIP

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