alphinaud

[magichammer]

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w0, saturday

[magichammer]

[ man, what a long day. first they got locked in for 9 hours, then all the yelling, and the blood, and the more yelling, and Wrong turning out to actually be a cannibal!

she shared recipe suggestions with him. what a disappointment.

eventually, Ulrika trudges back to the hotel, intent on maybe a nice shower and some serious z's, when... there, in the corner... ]

... Alphy, what the heck are you doing?

[arcsplainist]

[ Just hanging out in the lobby, duh??

Though, uh, no. There's definitely an unsettled energy radiating off of him, as he sort of paces slowly from one spot and then another, only pausing when a voice ventures into the silence. ]

—Hm? Oh. Erm, nothing, really. Why do you ask?

[magichammer]

I dunno, maybe 'cause we had that entire interrogation trial thing for nine hours with no breaks and the kitchen is still broke, but you're still up and fidgeting like a cat on hot bricks?

[ it's almost exhausting to look at him. ]

[arcsplainist]

[ ... ]

I—mm. I suppose it would do me better not to linger around indoors like this.

[magichammer]

[ she glances at the darkness outside, and stares straight back at him ]

Would it? Or would you just end up absentmindedly, not-lingering yourself into the ocean?

w1, sunday

[magichammer]

[ Ulrika will peek her head in to whatever room/area Alphinaud is resting in, Albin curled up around her neck ]

... I brought you some hot water.

[arcsplainist]

[ His room, because it's aaaaall his now, and the door is slightly ajar for the coming and going of visitors (more particularly, a visitor, who may or may not be his sister); getting up often with a broken leg kind of sucks, actually! So Ulrika is very free to come in at her leisure, and will be finding Alphinaud sat upon his bed, an old book from the Solar in his lap while Esmerie lies curled up at the end of the bed. ]

Erm—pardon me, but hot water?

[magichammer]

All the tea here is gross and sucks, and there's only so much I can do with kelp.

[ does. does Alphi think seaweed tea is tasty. ]

[arcsplainist]

[ P.. robably not. ]

So you... [ He trails off, laughing lightly. ] You needn't boil water if you mean to keep it plain, you know!

[magichammer]

I don't know, maybe you wanted something warm to drink!

[ you know, like old people do sometimes ]

I can take it back with me, since it's not tea-y enough.

w2; wednesday

[arcsplainist]

[ So, he was in the game room earlier, and now... he's back. Sometimes you leave something behind by accident. As he wanders in—back on his own two feet, even!—Alphinaud nods in greeting at a familiar face. ]

Good day, Ulrika. Decided to unwind for a bit?

[magichammer]

[ Ulrika looks up from her card game to wave back. Albin is perched on the back of her chair, cackling his kookaburra laugh.

she pauses for a moment to squint at his leg. wasn't it like... broken, earlier.
do midget elf bones just heal faster?

curiously, she says nothing ]

[arcsplainist]

[ ... Well, that's uncharacteristically quiet of her. He, too, glances curiously her way. ]

Ah—forgive me. Not up for conversation?

[magichammer]

[ Albin's laugh gets even louder as Ulrika turns red, but nods a bit. sorry, talk machine broken today!

this time, she'll deliberately point as his previously broken leg and raise an eyebrow. Alphi your leggie??? ]

[arcsplainist]

[ ....

Huh.

Confusing moment aside, Alphinaud does notice how she gestures at his leg. ]

Oh, right! 'Tis as good as new again, and I could not be happier for it! As it turns out, the Watchers are able to make an exchange with you should one ever need healing.

w2; thursday

[arcsplainist]

[ He waits a while after their grand return, but eventually, Alphinaud comes to find a certain alchemist within the salon. ]

Mind you some company?

[magichammer]

[ Albin immediately lifts his head, alert and watchful when Alphi walks in ]

Sure, pull up a chair.

[ hmmm ]

If you're worried about my head, don't be - Monika and Spike are looking after me.

[arcsplainist]

[ As always, Esmerie is trotting along close by; when she spots Albin, she skitters forth, plopping close by. Poor buddy. ]

I have faith they are; I am just glad you have someone looking out for you.

[ And Alphinaud does indeed scoot a chair close by to sit on. ]

[magichammer]

[ Albin looks a bit wary, but eventually he scoots closer. it was rough, Esme, they need a nap ]

What, you saying I can't look after myself?

[arcsplainist]

[ They do need a nap. Time for daemon comfort cuddles. ]

Right now? I would prefer if you do not.

w7, friday

[magichammer]

Hey, you're here!

[ welcome to the land of the deda, version 2.0, Alphi! Ulrika doesn't know why he's inspecting the giant hole in the ground, so she just comes up behind him and smacks him on the back with her cold as the grave fingies ]

I can't believe you, I told you to write me, and what do I get? Nothin'! Do you always treat your friends like this?

[arcsplainist]

[ Because it's better than paying attention to the, ahem, numerous apparitions around...

But that doesn't last very long. The thwap comes, and with a small yelp he spins around in shock. ]

U— Ulrika! You're—erm... [ oh, awkward. ] Forgive me, I can explain.

[magichammer]

Oh, can you? This better be good then, do you know how many letters we can send a week?! Three! And I spent one of them on you and got nothing back!

[ rude!!! >( ]

[arcsplainist]

[ ... ]

No. I am sorry. [ He looks pretty guilty by that. ] After that week, I... had thought you and the rest of the dead would be unhappy with me.

[magichammer]

Huh? Why?

[ blease explain ]