Yes! Yes, it's me! Damn your gigantic, bloody feet!
[ Molly grumbles through his teeth, tail curling around his waist for 'protection'. The fancy new sword Fjord has also blinds him a bit at first, but it does help transferring the greyscale of darkvision to a nice, if frost-lit green of the half-orc's face. ]
Why are you bumbling around in the middle of the night?!
[ The tiefling snaps angrily, even if that same thing could be said about him. It's petty, but he's riding this charge of adrenaline now because it's much fucking better to argue than to think. ]
Why the fuck are you lurking around in the kitchen at night?! [ Since apparently Molly was here first! ] You scared the shit out of me!
[ The sword is banished after his arm droops in the exhaustion of an adrenaline-drop, descending the room into darkness. Molly might look like a rainbow candycane in daylight but he's abjectly terrifying without warning in the gloom. ]
[ It's the eyes, he's heard that more than once. Or just the fiendish outline that makes it terrifying. Either way, he does calm a little bit as the sword is away again, instead sitting down on the counter and giving Fjord an annoyed look. ]
I was minding my own business! [ He bites back, crossing his arms. ] I scared the shit out of you for just sitting around? Watch where your feet go instead!
[ He pushes the curls of his hair from his face and over his horns, jewelry jingling as he does. Molly hadn't really been back long and it was hard to find his way into the group again when half of them were treating him like he was made of glass and the other half had decided to become entirely new people while he was underground. Between that, knowing how much he's missed and the weird dreams he'd been having, he spent a lot of time not sleeping, using some makeup the next day to cover the bags under his eyes and generally just trying to keep the mask on.
This was the first time his routine was interrupted and in all seriousness he doesn't quite know how to handle it. So making drama will have to do. ]
I'm going to tell Jester you broke my damn tail, I'm sure she'll love to be bothered right now.
[ Honestly? It is weird having Molly back, no one expected it after what Caduceus did at the grave. Everyone has changed and Molly has been visibly out of the loop most of the time, so to find him skulking around on his own like a depressed parrot isn't that surprising when Fjord stops being alarmed and starts paying attention; he somehow doubts Molly came in here looking for a snack. ]
Don't be stupid, let me see your tail.
[ On the way over he lights a candle on a shelf, bringing that along purely so he can see if he's done any damage that darkvision won't convey. He approaches at a stroll, still mildly rattled by the hissing, rotten mood Molly has going on more so than the initial fright. ]
[ A snack was less important than the fact that it was one of the few rooms that had a view of the moon right now. His... the room he was in was on the wrong side of the house to see it at this hour, and he wasn't about to go up into the tower and have the firbolg with the freaky grave abilities try to make him talk about his feelings again. ]
Here I thought sensing things was one of your new fancy paladin powers, but fine.
[ He glares at Fjord, but it's easing into more of a pout and less of a 'fite me' attitude as he unwinds his tail. There's a large bruise growing just as the tail turns into the spade, where it is only finger-thick and easily brutalized by big half-orc feet. ]
[ Molly's back to being himself when Fjord offers a hand to hold the tail, noticing the darkening bruise and slight swelling as if someone caught their finger in a door. ]
Pass that here and I'll show you a better power. [ After a pause, ] ... Sorry.
[ He carefully slides over the tail in a stiffer way than a simple flick, giving it a somewhat frustrated look. It didn't look as bad as it felt, and it looked pretty bad. Hopefully nothing was actually broken or crushed.
You're welcome for the knowledge of a tiefling weakness, Fjord.
The apology is a bit unexpected and Molly looks up at the other man, those pools of red slightly reflecting the candlelight. ]
...it's fine.
[ Molly finally says, which sounds more like defeat than accepting an apology. ]
It doesn't look fine. [ From how stiffly Molly wields it, he suspects he may have at least fractured something. Fuck. ] I can heal it, don't worry. I'll burn my last fifth-level from yesterday, I haven't slept yet anyway.
[ It's either a fifth-level pact slot or a first-level Paladin one, which he doesn't think will really do the job. He supports Molly's tail on his palm and gently covers it with another. ]
Hold still.
[ Melora's healing light brightens between his hands as a jade-green, the same shade as the peacock on Molly's rescued old coat; in the dark kitchen the spell pulses, Cure Wounds doing what it says on the tin and mending the trampled tail. Hair a mess from bed and in crinkled pyjamas, Fjord's sharp gaze looks to be the only awake part of him, focused entirely on making the pain go away.
[ Fifth-level spell. That just sounds insane to Molly, especially for a healing thing... but he's not going to complain when that green warmth spreads into his tail. Something makes a 'pop' sound in it that should have hurt, but the healing is so swift that the pain doesn't have time to register. Definitely a fracture or a seperation of the tiny tailbones.
There's relief as the tension fades and he can slip the appendage out of those gentle hands and curl it a bit without pain. ]
Fancy. You've really become something special, Fjord.
[ Oh look, there's a small smile. It's easier to not be an asshole chomping for an unnecessary fight when you're not in pain. At least at the moment. ]
[ He's just relieved to have managed it without fucking up and horrendously fusing the bones in some nightmare scenario, he's the fallback option for healing when both Clerics are busy with more important business. It's not often he gets to do that sort of thing.
He gives Molly a shake of his head to dismiss the compliment, awkward about the mild surprise. ]
What's really special are the sausages hidden in the cooling cabinet, they're what I came downstairs for. Join me for a raid?
[ That is a horrifying mental image and it's a blessing that did not happen because wow.
Molly's a little bit happier to see Fjord being somewhat awkward still, it's really endearing. Especially now that he's such a powerful person both in abilities and the new looks. (That beard is definitely hot.)
He slides off the countertop when the half-orc mentions the thing he came to the kitchen in the first place for, grinning. Yeah, he remembers those and it makes his empty stomach remind him that it hasn't had anything since dinner. ]
[ He'll never get over being called a holy man, it's like getting a new haircut and forgetting until someone points it out. Eldritch Blast fingerguns find Molly and he winks on his way to begin said raid. ]
I'm a bad boy doing good things.
[ Finding a jar of onion sauce to dip his apple-stuffed sausages in (he's gross), he slides the plate between them on the counter and slumps there munching away, inhaling the first in three bites. Onto his second, he speaks up. ]
Really though, why were you sitting on the floor?
[ Just because Fjord doesn't harass people to death over their secrets doesn't mean he isn't still intrigued, along with being mildly worried about Molly. He takes care to be casual about asking, not wanting to seem overbearing when what Molly really sought out down here was space. ]
[ He snorts at the 'bad boy' prt, but he's a willing accomplice to the sausage feast... although he draws the line at fucking onion sauce, what the fuck Fjord? The mix of pork and apple is enough for him.
Molly is lulled into a false sense of security as he's eating, but of course the half-orc has to break that by his question. He snaps off another piece of sausage with his teeth, finishing that before answering. ]
I was just talking to my goddess. [ He lies, smoothly. ] I had the best view in here, and I might have nodded of a bit until you clomped inside.
[ It's not the Nein's problem that he's messed up, and they're treating him like he's an expensive vase about to fall off the pedestal already. He's not one of them any more; he can't fool himself into believing that.
They grew so far apart from him that he feels like a stranger. ]
[ The thing is, Fjord is suspicious but it's a good excuse and weirder deities have been contacted in less logical ways. Moonlight and sunlight look so similar here, it's probably the best place to have a talk with the Moonweaver. Then again, Molly's capacity for bullshit is endless and Fjord has never known him to be spiritual before.
[ That's a distraction if ever he heard one but it's not like he can press Molly for information on why he's being a depressed, touchy bastard. ]
She's lovely, yes. Cares about the oceans and forests and ... shit. [ Look, okay. He's no Caduceus. ] What I mean is, she cares about her followers, I know that for a fact.
Caduceus? He's amazing, absolutely. Slightly creepy but I don't think that's his fault, he was left alone for a long time. Do you like him? I know he likes you.
[ They can all pretend Caduceus didn't make innocently harrowing comments about tasting the flowers on Molly's former grave, should they travel that way again. That had really been a ... conversation. Thank fuck Veth had cracked up to lighten the atmosphere.
He bites through a thick sausage with his tusk, happily shredding it in two to nibble on. ]
He and Jessie got me out of that grave, how can I not like him?
[ Okay, okay, the man was really tall and rather creepy at times, but he also helped keeping this group together. Helping people with their issues and just... being really kind. Caduceus was exactly what the Nein needed. ]
He likes me? That's a relief, at least. He's a little hard to read at times, but a nice fellow nonetheless.
[ A fellow that wanted to make tea out of his grave. Molly was so into that idea, it was ridiculous yet fitting for a man named Tealeaf. ]
He's really found his niche with us, for a while he was shaken up by travelling in the real world, almost drowned a few times. Did anyone tell you he died? Nott accidentally murdered him with an explosive arrow, that fight was a mess. [ Monchmonchmonch. Trauma is more easily discussed over food. ] Feels like more of us are dying these days than aren't.
[ He cringes at that, lowering his sausage and looking over at Fjord with a bit of a pained look on his face. ]
Him, Nott and you. Don't fucking do that, any of you. It's not what it's cracked up to be, so I don't want to hear about anyone dying again.
[ Yeah, he knows. Nott... Veth asked if he saw them when they were dead and that's a terrifying thought. His friends, dead... it didn't matter if they got up again within minutes rather than a year later. It was still a lot. ]
You're too important to just go dying. Heroes of two empires. Heroes do not die.
I can't exactly do that. I'm not part of any of it.
[ He takes the offered sausage and tries it with that blasted onion sauce on it. It's... better than he thought, honestly. The Exandrian version of dipping your fries in your shake.
Then Molly realizes what he said and backtracks a bit. ]
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[ Molly grumbles through his teeth, tail curling around his waist for 'protection'. The fancy new sword Fjord has also blinds him a bit at first, but it does help transferring the greyscale of darkvision to a nice, if frost-lit green of the half-orc's face. ]
Why are you bumbling around in the middle of the night?!
[ The tiefling snaps angrily, even if that same thing could be said about him. It's petty, but he's riding this charge of adrenaline now because it's much fucking better to argue than to think. ]
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[ The sword is banished after his arm droops in the exhaustion of an adrenaline-drop, descending the room into darkness. Molly might look like a rainbow candycane in daylight but he's abjectly terrifying without warning in the gloom. ]
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I was minding my own business! [ He bites back, crossing his arms. ] I scared the shit out of you for just sitting around? Watch where your feet go instead!
[ He pushes the curls of his hair from his face and over his horns, jewelry jingling as he does. Molly hadn't really been back long and it was hard to find his way into the group again when half of them were treating him like he was made of glass and the other half had decided to become entirely new people while he was underground. Between that, knowing how much he's missed and the weird dreams he'd been having, he spent a lot of time not sleeping, using some makeup the next day to cover the bags under his eyes and generally just trying to keep the mask on.
This was the first time his routine was interrupted and in all seriousness he doesn't quite know how to handle it. So making drama will have to do. ]
I'm going to tell Jester you broke my damn tail, I'm sure she'll love to be bothered right now.
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Don't be stupid, let me see your tail.
[ On the way over he lights a candle on a shelf, bringing that along purely so he can see if he's done any damage that darkvision won't convey. He approaches at a stroll, still mildly rattled by the hissing, rotten mood Molly has going on more so than the initial fright. ]
I obviously didn't know you were there.
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Here I thought sensing things was one of your new fancy paladin powers, but fine.
[ He glares at Fjord, but it's easing into more of a pout and less of a 'fite me' attitude as he unwinds his tail. There's a large bruise growing just as the tail turns into the spade, where it is only finger-thick and easily brutalized by big half-orc feet. ]
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Pass that here and I'll show you a better power. [ After a pause, ] ... Sorry.
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You're welcome for the knowledge of a tiefling weakness, Fjord.
The apology is a bit unexpected and Molly looks up at the other man, those pools of red slightly reflecting the candlelight. ]
...it's fine.
[ Molly finally says, which sounds more like defeat than accepting an apology. ]
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[ It's either a fifth-level pact slot or a first-level Paladin one, which he doesn't think will really do the job. He supports Molly's tail on his palm and gently covers it with another. ]
Hold still.
[ Melora's healing light brightens between his hands as a jade-green, the same shade as the peacock on Molly's rescued old coat; in the dark kitchen the spell pulses, Cure Wounds doing what it says on the tin and mending the trampled tail. Hair a mess from bed and in crinkled pyjamas, Fjord's sharp gaze looks to be the only awake part of him, focused entirely on making the pain go away.
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There's relief as the tension fades and he can slip the appendage out of those gentle hands and curl it a bit without pain. ]
Fancy. You've really become something special, Fjord.
[ Oh look, there's a small smile. It's easier to not be an asshole chomping for an unnecessary fight when you're not in pain. At least at the moment. ]
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He gives Molly a shake of his head to dismiss the compliment, awkward about the mild surprise. ]
What's really special are the sausages hidden in the cooling cabinet, they're what I came downstairs for. Join me for a raid?
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Molly's a little bit happier to see Fjord being somewhat awkward still, it's really endearing. Especially now that he's such a powerful person both in abilities and the new looks. (That beard is definitely hot.)
He slides off the countertop when the half-orc mentions the thing he came to the kitchen in the first place for, grinning. Yeah, he remembers those and it makes his empty stomach remind him that it hasn't had anything since dinner. ]
The holy man is stealing? Oh, I'm into this.
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I'm a bad boy doing good things.
[ Finding a jar of onion sauce to dip his apple-stuffed sausages in (he's gross), he slides the plate between them on the counter and slumps there munching away, inhaling the first in three bites. Onto his second, he speaks up. ]
Really though, why were you sitting on the floor?
[ Just because Fjord doesn't harass people to death over their secrets doesn't mean he isn't still intrigued, along with being mildly worried about Molly. He takes care to be casual about asking, not wanting to seem overbearing when what Molly really sought out down here was space. ]
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Molly is lulled into a false sense of security as he's eating, but of course the half-orc has to break that by his question. He snaps off another piece of sausage with his teeth, finishing that before answering. ]
I was just talking to my goddess. [ He lies, smoothly. ] I had the best view in here, and I might have nodded of a bit until you clomped inside.
[ It's not the Nein's problem that he's messed up, and they're treating him like he's an expensive vase about to fall off the pedestal already. He's not one of them any more; he can't fool himself into believing that.
They grew so far apart from him that he feels like a stranger. ]
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Maybe it's something to do with, well. Dying. ]
Oh? And did she have anything interesting to say?
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[ Bless Fjord for not calling him on his lie. He takes another bite of his sausage and gestures a bit with it. ]
Tell me about your Lady! Talk about an upgrade, hmm?
[ From a freaky entity to lovely nature mom. That seems like a nice, safe discussion that isn't about him. ]
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She's lovely, yes. Cares about the oceans and forests and ... shit. [ Look, okay. He's no Caduceus. ] What I mean is, she cares about her followers, I know that for a fact.
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Sounds nice. I'm glad you upgraded so someone who doesn't make you spit up things at night.
[ It was a strange and somewhat worrying thing to wake up to now and then, after all. ]
It seems you and Mr. awesome hair up there have a lot in common now. He's nice.
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[ They can all pretend Caduceus didn't make innocently harrowing comments about tasting the flowers on Molly's former grave, should they travel that way again. That had really been a ... conversation. Thank fuck Veth had cracked up to lighten the atmosphere.
He bites through a thick sausage with his tusk, happily shredding it in two to nibble on. ]
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[ Okay, okay, the man was really tall and rather creepy at times, but he also helped keeping this group together. Helping people with their issues and just... being really kind. Caduceus was exactly what the Nein needed. ]
He likes me? That's a relief, at least. He's a little hard to read at times, but a nice fellow nonetheless.
[ A fellow that wanted to make tea out of his grave. Molly was so into that idea, it was ridiculous yet fitting for a man named Tealeaf. ]
I'm glad he was here when I couldn't.
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He's really found his niche with us, for a while he was shaken up by travelling in the real world, almost drowned a few times. Did anyone tell you he died? Nott accidentally murdered him with an explosive arrow, that fight was a mess. [ Monchmonchmonch. Trauma is more easily discussed over food. ] Feels like more of us are dying these days than aren't.
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Him, Nott and you. Don't fucking do that, any of you. It's not what it's cracked up to be, so I don't want to hear about anyone dying again.
[ Yeah, he knows. Nott... Veth asked if he saw them when they were dead and that's a terrifying thought. His friends, dead... it didn't matter if they got up again within minutes rather than a year later. It was still a lot. ]
You're too important to just go dying. Heroes of two empires. Heroes do not die.
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[ Here, want half a sausage? He dipped it just for you, bud. ]
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[ He takes the offered sausage and tries it with that blasted onion sauce on it. It's... better than he thought, honestly. The Exandrian version of dipping your fries in your shake.
Then Molly realizes what he said and backtracks a bit. ]
I'll remember to not get stabbed again.
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[ Also, Molly is a hero, Fjord is just. Keeping that opinion to himself. ]
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[ Wait, shit. Backtrack! ]
Nevermind, I'm just being dramatic at shit'o'clock in the morning.
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