kingâs cage truly is a combat of all time. like youâre telling me beau rolled an 18 str check against THE LAUGHING HAND to save fjordâs life and somehow succeeded while caleb cast wall of fire to provide a runway for fjord to follow to return to them? okay. cinema
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âI donât have a backup for Fjord, if I ever need something quick Iâll just bring Chutney into the game, itâll be fineâ *insert uproarious laughter here from all parties present*
TRAVIS skjdjfhdbd I canât stand this man, cannot BELIEVE how he takes a joke and twists it into drama, heâs incredible đ
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This fight, while it being well-done, is also making me upset.
I know that after this episode, Ashley had to go shoot for Blindspot, but this is a tragic way to get your D&D character have a narrative reason for leaving.
Taliesin's nervousness is palpable.
Whatever hurts Laura emotionally should be made illegal.
After Fjord and Caduceus are done dumping water buckets on each other to get the blood off out back of the barracks, they all curl up in the same ten-foot space as though Caleb had enough in him to make the dome.
Here is the conversation Beau and Caleb do not have, both awake and leaning against the wall.
Beau: âWe shouldnât have gone. We knew we were outmatched and we walked right in, and we let her go.â
(They donât really live regretting like that, not anymore.)
Caleb: âThere is nothing we could have done.â (He doesnât believe that.) âWe are all still alive.â
Beau: âWe almost fucking lost Deuces again, and Fjord.â (They have diamonds, now, and it didnât faze Cad last time. Is Fjord even theirs?)
Caleb: âShe is not lost, Beauregard. We will find her.â (She knows.)
Beau: âI know.â (She knows he knows.)
Caleb: âDo you love her?â (It doesnât matter.)
Beau: âDid you love Molly?â (It didnât matter.)
They step over hours of conversation like this, always. Conversations where they both know the other doesnât believe what theyâre saying. Beau has always liked that about Caleb, that he never says the things one is supposed to feel like they should say to show emotion.
Here is the conversation they do have.
Beau: âIt happened again.â
Caleb says nothing. He never talks just to agree.
Beau: âThey were the middle of us, and they never stayed in the middle.â
Caleb: âIf Molly had stayed in the middle, we would have gotten in a bar fight in Trostenwald when Nott tried to steal your money. She wouldâve been too drunk to do it well, and I wouldnât have stopped her, not really. You and Jester wouldâve beat the shit out of us, and then we would have left.â
Beau: âWould twenty-two silver have done anything?â
Caleb: âNothing would have. She never takes what she needs.â
Beau: âShe needs you.â
Caleb: âThatâs why she never asked me to change her.â
Beau: âAre you going to?â
Caleb: âIf she still needs it when she learns how to ask.â
Beau: âDid you take a single hit in there? Yâknow, besides that.â
Caleb: âNo.â
Beau: âLast time?â
Caleb: âNothing enough to matter.â He traces where the bridge of his nose now interrupts, sounding bloody and muffled.
Silence seeps back in, neck-high, until Jester starts crying in her sleep and Beau drags her head over into her lap.
âCan we borrow Frumpkin?â Heâs a communal teddy bear, these days.
Caleb shakes his head. âHeâs out.â
Beau doesnât ask where. âCan you see anything?â
âNo. Heâs too far away. Iâll bring him back in the morning.â
âCan you let me know before everyone else? Wake me up if you have to.â
He doesnât say anything, and Beau knows he will.
âYâknow, I feel like Fjord should name his demon. He uses it almost as much as Frumpkin, and itâs saved our asses, like, three times.â
âHe wishes he had a Frumpkin.â
âCaleb, I wishes I had a Frumpkin. I just asked for him.â
He smiles at that, eyebrows still pulled together. Beau wonders, not for the first time, if he gets a lot of headaches.
Jester presses her face right into Beauâs thigh, like a cat. Sheâs stopped crying, and Beauâs just left sifting her hands through her hair. Itâs overgrown, just like all of them. Past her shoulders, even. Pretty, but she thinks everything about Jester is pretty. Itâd be moot to say it.
âSheâs the only one who ever stays in the middle, huh?â
And itâs true, but only because everyone just crowds around her.
If Jester had had more than a few seconds, theyâd have gotten Yasha back. She wouldâve crumbled like old brick the moment Jester got close enough to touch her face. They all already have, before.
Caleb falls asleep with his head rolled back against the wall, and she sits there for a few more minutes, braiding and unbraiding Jesterâs hair until she goes back to snoring, thinking about Zadash and irony.
Jester carrying Yasha in the street, Beau being scared Yasha would leave them for those mercenaries in the Victory Pit, Fjord threatening Caleb for not putting the team first.
The house in Rohsana is niceâ fuck, itâs a house, they shouldnât even have itâ but gods, she hopes they live long enough to make it back to Zadash. So they can all stay in the Pillow Trove, and so they can all watch Deuces and the Pumat Sols have the worldâs gentlest conversation, and get that fucking box they never picked up.
And Beau falls asleep thinking about watching Caleb stand at the top of that mage spire, whatever the fuck it was called, above the Cerberus Assembly like he deserves to be. Watching the Gentlemanâs face twist in person when Jester starts asking him about Marion; maybe helping Jester punch him in the face.