#SIRDAVINOS
" The only shame is I could not watch you die twice. "
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#SIRDAVINOS
" The only shame is I could not watch you die twice. "
Sir Julien Davinos from CRITICAL ROLE CAMPAIGN 4 by Lev - not spoiler free Tracked threads
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this she cannot deny: his ability to move stealthily offers them an advantage. she fears, though, that it is an advantage likely to be offset by other... inclinations. eyes narrow above her veil, but she does not blink as she considers him for a long moment. ❛ will you concede to tell me ❜ — or any of them, really — ❛ your plans before you disappear? ❜
vaelus will make no promises of interceding should they begin to suspect all has not gone well. she makes no promises either that she will not. perhaps it will be up to circumstance, or to whim. regardless, they will all of them be better off for knowing. ❛ at the very least, we will know when to wait for you. or when it is not worth the bother. ❜
He hums as he considers the request. Trust is not widely available in their little crew. As a soldier, he knows how vital that is for success. Even so, his stubborness prevents him from following that rational. " If I can find a way to warn you without endangering my goal in the moment, I will... Consider it. " He says, with a grin that shows he is being difficult for the sake of it. " If I get into trouble that will be my problem to deal with. I do not expect nor want to depend on your 'rescue '. "
he doesn't need to be seen to hear the shit-eating grin in his words. a smudge on a wall that has the power to annoy the shit out of you. at julien's latter words, he lets out a scoff of his own – where the soldier was hysterical, thjazi was angry, no doubt about it. again, sir julien – don't flatter yourself. if i had a choice, there's no goddamn way i would be here. i'd be with her in a heartbeat. the words come out as a near-growl. sure, julien found a button to push. but thjazi's a shadow. he's allowed to be a little petty.
He scoffs. He may think that he cares about her, but Julien believes he would sacrifice her for his cause in a heartbeat. He doesn't know what to call that but it certainly isn't love. " I have more important things to deal with than you, Fang. Your time is over. I am hunting Tachonises now. As long as you don't get in the way of that I really don't care what you do. "
" Will I have to worry about you interfering, hmm? "
im a violent dog and i know exactly why i bite
he starts to relax as julien does. against his better judgement, occtis summons pin from his pocket dimension, needing his support. the fox appears at his feet and immediately starts whining when he notices the blood.
there's something in julien's voice. he'd noticed it back in the alley, or rather, in retrospect. a gaze that shifts from disdain to sympathy? but he's probably only seeing what he wants to see.
occtis retrieves the towel, dabbing at the blood. ❝ there are, ❞ he says, ❝ much better ways. ❞ the envy's evident in his voice. if he had all of his family's tools as his disposal, he could preserve himself much better. ❝ but they're expensive, and, ah- ❞ he gives a weak smile. ❝ -we may look a little . . . odd trying to purchase them. ❞
occtis rubs the bridge of his nose, frustrated. he doesn't want to burden the group, but this problem isn't going to just vanish. ❝ i could get most of what i need at any mortuary, ❞ he says, plainly.
He puts his hands on his hips as Occtis speaks. He hums briefly to acknowledge what he's said. " We're on the run now, boy. We do what it takes. " Despite his high birth, Julien has plenty of experience surviving in desperate situations. There is little comfort on a battlefield.
He shrugs. " Between your magic and my stealth, it shouldn't be hard to get what you need. One way or another. " He really has no idea what he might need or how much suspicion it might raise. If they can get it all without raising any, he sees no reason to even chance it. " We can't have anyone not pulling their weight in this group. If you suddenly collapse because of whatever the fuck is wrong with you- it could cost someone else's life trying to safe you. "
" Make a shopping list. I'll see what I can do. "

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he sighs. no. see, you're right, but frankly – something this clever? he gestures to the wall the shadow appears on; an odd feat. way out of my range, i'm afraid. this one's not on me. much as you'd like to try and blame it. a shrug. that's the best i can come up with. but, hey – if you've got a better idea, i'm all ears. he cackles at his own pun, laugh echoing dully. julien's threats roll right off, and he imperceptibly rolls his eyes. for the moment? yeah, seems like it. trust me, not exactly my idea of fun. he snorts. if i'd done this? i'd be able to actually move around. instead, i just have to annoy you like this. how boring.
He laughs. Too loud and too long, it sounds almost hysterical. " Let's not forget who really has all the power here. I'm a living and breathing person. You're just a smudge on a wall. " He gestures in emphasis, his cloak moving with. " You'll stay silent when I am around others if you know what is good for you. The real victim of your actions, I've been spending most of my time consoling Lady Aranessa. Would you rather bring her even more pain than you already have? How do you think she would feel if she learned your soul felt it more important to stick to a petty grievance than to make amends with your own wife? " Julien knows it doesn't work like that. That he would be with her if he had the choice. But that is how he would interpret the situation if he were her, even if he knew better. Especially after all Thjazi has put her through.
a spark of frustration flares in his gut at the wisecrack. only a thin half-smile touches his lips, inclining his head to acknowledge the words. he knows he's not in a position to argue, dead as he is, sitting there, his demise having been at his family's own hand. and yet, still, they are his family. "perhaps so," he murmurs back, tone flat. after a moment, he blinks. "you should get some more rest. i don't know when the next minute we'll get to rest will be, but i don't anticipate it to be any time soon."
" Hmm. " Julien hums to acknowledge his words. He still doesn't feel entirely comfortable sleeping knowing that the boy will just be awake all night. He had tried to wait for him to sleep first those first few nights. As frustrated as he must be that he can't sleep, Julien feels the same way.
But Occtis is right. He still needs his rest, something that has come far and few between since Dol'Makjar. " I don't know if I'll be able to. After... " He trails off. Then shakes his head like it doesn't matter. He lays back down suddenly. Turning his back to Occtis and pulling the thin excuse for a blanket over himself. A mess of uncombed wavy brown hair the only remaining visible thing.
he doesn't react to the barb. doesn't have the energy to raise his hackles. his fight isn't with julien. not anymore. his head inclines back in a half-nod; "no distress caused. fear not." eventually, the numbness would subside, and hal would have very different conversations with many. but for now, the weight remains stuck in his chest, and he remains staring blankly at the tabletop between them. "i intend to – so when you see her again, please, send her my way. i'm sure there is...much to discuss." a small, half-smile touches his lips, even as he gets to his own feet. "thank you for the talk, sir julien."
He nods curtly in return. For Lady Aranessa's sake he is glad there doesn't seem to be much animosity from Hal's side, and this didn't turn into a confrontation mirroring his 'reunion' with the pixie. A public scene is the last thing she needs right now. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't have cared less. Might have even attempted to provoke the brother.
As it is he only gives him a non-committed bow as he is about to leave. " I shall let her know you wish to speak with her. " He says. " I am certain we will run into each other again, Fang. " He turns to leave, crossing the room to rejoin his lady.
// MY ART IS THE COVER FOR THIS WEEKS FANART GALLERY??? //
@frcmscratch sent: [carry] Babel carries Julien to safety after finding him injured.
Trust and camaraderie among soldiers is a principal Julien strives for in each battle he has fought. The peace of mind that your allies have got your back if you stumble that lets you give it your all on the battlefield. This couldn't be farther from the case in this doomed crew he finds himself in now. He wouldn't have expected any of them to truly care if he lives or dies, least of all Babel.
It's why, in this strange state between consciousness and unconsciousness, memories of battles past overtake him. Babel's face morphs into those of allies far from here. He frowns and mumbles unintelligibly through the blood in his mouth.
Reality soon hits him. The battle, the reason they were here. A gauntleted hand grabs at the person carrying him tight enough for the metal tips to dig into armour. " Let me go- " He grumbles. The first intelligible words he's spoken since they left the battlefield. " I wasn't done yet- I need- they need to die- "

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occtis' panic spikes, his childhood instincts saying he's about to be punished. ❝ i- i'm still rotting! ❞ he blurts, ❝ i- ❞ he shakes his head. ❝ a wet corpse isn't good. if i don't drain the blood, i'll rot quicker. ❞
his mind keeps giving him horrible visions of his future, despite his efforts to repress them. vaelus' healing had helped, but it hadn't gotten rid of these pockets. if he rots enough . . . it may come to a point where he doesn't want to be a conscious being anymore.
❝ i'm sorry. i should've told you. ❞ but he's only apologizing to quell the knight's anger. he doubts the others would've let him do this if they'd known.
He crosses his arms tightly. His anger more a mix of concern and shock he wouldn't know how else to express. He listens to his explanation, his eyes still fixed on the wounds on his wrists. He hadn't even considered the thought that Occtis might have to worry about decomposition. Julien has seen what happens to the bodies of fallen soldiers when a battle stretches on for too long without enough reprieve to tend to the dead.
" Yes, you should have. " He says. His voice sounds calmer than before, but not by much. Anger is much easier than any of the other thoughts floating around his head. He finally tears his eyes away from the wounds with a sigh. " There has to be more efficient ways of doing this, no? You can't just keep cutting yourself open until there is nothing left. " He says. Because let me help sounds too friendly for his liking.
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A hum escapes the gods lips as he looks down at the other from his spot in the tree. Lazily laying back down lets a hand dangle down as he glances the knight over. Eyes hidden under the visor and wings. Yet Hermes can still see him perfectly.
“Quite the group you got yourself stuck with sit knight” he chuckles head tilting at him curiously.
Julien instinctually draws his blade and points it towards the stranger. When he realises there is no immediate threat in his demeanor, the blade lowers. He pointedly does not put it back in its sheath.
" Stuck with is perhaps more accurate than you know, stranger. " He answers. Distrust fresh on his tongue. " Announce yourself, who are you? How do you know of us? "
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A near animalistic hiss left Circe's body when she saw him. One of the few surviving Davinos, likely enraged by the massacre committed by the Tachonis. It was that anger that led a fae of the Royce to murder Aniko, wasn't it? Maybe this knight, too, had goals in killing her or her remaining brother— an eye for an eye from Royce to Tachonis, the vassals as their cannon fodder.
Yet, she was alone. No soldiers nearby, none of her machines to do her bidding. Circe had left them behind to work in peace.
"Clearly state your intentions, or I shall cast poison spray directly into your eyes, Sir Davinos," she demanded, attempting to sound intimidating. It only came out pissy and pitiful. "Is it by happenstance of by design that you have found me?"
Julien hasn't had many opportunities to be away from the rest of their strange little group since they left Dol'makjar. By now, he's gotten quite desperate for some alone time, accompanied only by plenty of wine. He thought he had finally found his moment when they had stopped near this seedy pub.
He should have known the universe would not be kind enough to let him have even one quiet moment.
He's barely stepped a foot inside the door when the woman approached him. Her threat is met with an irritated look. Usually he's at least able to get properly pissed before picking a fight. " I didn't track you here, if that's what you're asking. But if you want to test if you can finish your incantation faster than I can draw my blade, Seremai, I'm confident you won't like the result. " The last name is spoken with clear bitterness in his voice. His eyes narrow.
Her immediate aggression confirms she at least knows of the massacre. To him, that is already highly suspect. His voice drops an octave lower. Aware but uncaring of how they have already attracted the attention of the few bar patrons. " Whether this must end in the death of one of us will depend on your answer to this question: Did you have a hand in it? "
// Julien is lowkey Mercutio coded if you ask me //
the more julien speaks, the more it seems like he's falling for the lie. still, occtis' relief is quickly poisoned by guilt. the knight's tasked himself with defending him- well, in a way. for his own ends. but still, occtis is trifling with that protection- with all of their protection- by breaking off on his own.
❝ i- i don't know. i was just walking to walk, but then . . . someone saw me. just for a moment. i was worried they might see my- my eyes, so i turned back. i was coming back! ❞ the last sentence is quickly added. i was doing the right thing. please, don't be mad. gods, when he'd denied everything after his resurrection, he'd had some ground to stand on. he'd done nothing and been an active victim of his family as well. but now he's lying to julien's face and hiding his dealings in the dark.
" Someone saw you? " He repeats again, his voice sounding more urgent this time. He huffs and shakes his head in disbelief at how irresponsible the boy has been. " What if they recognised you? What then, huh? " He asks. Part of him realises he's being overly paranoid. That he has been since they left Dol'makjar. Given the circumstances, he doesn't think it an unreasonable way to be.
He steps forward to grab him by the arm. His grip tight enough to bruise. " Don't make me play babysitter for you. We are going back now before you screw anything else up. "

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The Odyssey, Homer
@revcre said: "it doesn't work if you say it like that." ( from hal )
Julien can't help but scoff. He has never met this man, but he's family of Thjazi and that is reason enough for him to dislike him. He can still hear lady Aranessa's quiet sobs where she's seated close to the body. It makes Julien feels nothing but disdain for the man and all of his. " Oh, were my condolences insincere? What a shame! " He says. the sarcastic tone of his voice and the smile on his face edging on ridiculousness. He seems to get great pleasure out of this. " I am so sorry, Fang. I shall do everything in my power to make it up to you. Because I care oh so much. "
if hal might have had one wish for this day — now that the first has already been denied him with his brother's final breath — it would have been that they, family and friend and all who would grieve his death, might do so in peace. that for the span of a few hours, of a night's wake, the machinations that had brought them here might wait quiet beyond the gates and allow them these last moments.
it was, perhaps, as fanciful a wish as that all his efforts might, at the last, come together to stay the executioner's hand. thjazi had made himself too polarizing a figure, had made friends, and foes in equal measure, in circles too eclectic for nothing to interfere.
hal grits his teeth, knowing that none of the knight's words are worth arguing with, but still finds himself saying, ❛ I am not asking for you to care, merely to show some respect — for the living, if not for the dead. why are you here? you did not have to come. ❜
" I am showing as much respect as he deserves. " Julien mutters, taking a sip from that awful drink they chose to serve here. It seems fitting even the alcohol is barely drinkable. " Believe me, if I did not have to come I would not be here. I'd much rather be somewhere with a nice bottle of wine, celebrating the world becoming a little better today. " He leans back. " But my Lady Aranessa wants to say goodbye to her late husband. As her vassal knight and as her friend I chose to accompany her. " Every sob she has let out today has only made him detest the dead man more. How she ever loved him, how she still loves him, he will never understand.
" Despite all the sorrow he brought her she still cared for him. Somehow. Once she has paid her respects you will not have to see me any longer. " He downs the rest of his drink and puts the bottle down. A shiver runs through him at the bitterness of it. " I understand he was your brother, but you didn't even know him that well did you? Seems like nobody did. " He looks to where his body is laying. Even in death his peacefulness comes across as a facade.
" Don't get me wrong. I don't wish any harm upon you or yours. Not now that he's dealt with, at least. I respect the little life you've carved out for yourself. But let's not kid ourselves, hmm? "