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Who: Eddie Myers
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What: Eddie finds himself in some light hijinks
When: Early to mid March
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: None, will update if needed
01. Central City Park
[The day was just too beautiful to stay indoors. Wanting to take advantage of the weather, Eddie found a nice spot in the grass away from the general flow of the park crowds and was sitting on a towel, sketchbook in his lap, a small bag of art supplies next to him.
He hadn’t intended to stay long, just sketch a few things he saw before heading back to his hotel room, but once he started he quickly found himself lost in his art, alternating between staring out at the scenery in front of him, scribbling and erasing at the sketchbook page, and flipping to the next page. For the first time since he arrived, he forgot about all of his troubles, at least for a little while.
Try as he might to stay inconspicuous, he is a 6+ foot shiny blue robot man with a human head intensely staring out into a crowd, and that sort of thing sticks out.
Occasionally people peek over his shoulder, which he tries not to mind when he notices.
At one point in the day, one of the bystanders notices him sketching and takes offense, demanding to see and snatch his sketchbook. Eddie protests and clutches it to his chest, only causing the person’s objections to get louder. Every time the person grabs for him Eddie scoots away, but with the crowd forming it’s getting harder.]
02. Central City Library
[All he wanted was a book. He wasn’t too picky about which one, really. Something with a neat cover and a fun-sounding title. Preferably something not too long. Just a good story he could lose some time in and not think about how he really needed to make a decision to avoid becoming homeless for a few hours.
Instead, he finds some big burly dude angrily poking him in the back like that would do anything but hurt the burly dude.
You think you're so good you're a metahuman that you gotta flaunt it in front of everyone?
Inwardly, Eddie sighs.]
Not flaunting. Just living. It was sort of this or death, and I kind of like being alive.
[Unfortunately, dry humor failed to defuse the situation. In fact, it only seemed to make things worse, as the guy takes a few steps forward, all but punching Eddie’s metallic chest (probably because he realized that poking him would only break a finger). Eddie could easily overpower this asshole, but instead, he takes a step back every time the man advances, unwilling to rise to the bait.
This only serves to anger the guy who finally takes a swing for real. Eddie jerks back, more to protect the jerk’s hand than out of any sense of danger, and as his back connects with the metallic bookcase behind him, he’s realized that the situation has accidentally been escalated. It takes a second, but the creak of the bookcase tipping echoes across the mostly silent library.]
03. Central City streets
[There is Eddie, holding a wallet out to an elderly person, waiting for them to take it. Rather than do that very normal thing, they are instead staring at it as if he were holding a live snake, and snakes were most definitely not their thing.
You stole my wallet?
Eddie blinks. The wallet is right there. In his hand. Very much not stolen.]
Uh... no? You dropped it and I’ve been trying to get your attention for the last block.
[The person just... stares some more at the wallet in Eddie’s hand. Then they get angry.
I can’t believe you stole my wallet!
Seriously? Eddie just stares, nonplussed. It's still right there. It hasn’t gone anywhere.]
If... If I wanted to take your wallet, I wouldn’t have chased after you... holding your wallet.
[That seems to fall on deaf ears as the person is wound up well and good now, and just going off on Eddie for the supposed theft. Eddie bites the inside of his lip to keep from saying anything or betraying his true feelings on his face. Apparently, years of people sneering “the Blackguard boy” at him as an insult taught him something about how to keep a blank face. Still not worth it.]
Closed to Balthier
One second!
[The sword didn’t want to fit in his closet, but Eddie managed to get it in there with one last shove before going to open the front door. He greets Balthier with a smile.]
Hey! I wasn’t expecting you. [He pauses.] Or was I? Did I forget something again?
[He really didn’t think he did, but this wouldn’t be the first time he’d been proven wrong on that front, so it never hurt to ask.]
What’s up?
[The closet takes this moment to finally give up its valiant fight, and the door creaks open, spilling out a truly spectacular array of useless shit—swords, sketchbooks, clothes, paints (thankfully sealed), a bag of something that suspiciously looks like cat food, motor oil, canvases... just things that don’t belong in a hotel closet.
He spins around and groans at the sudden junk avalanche.]
Damn it.
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What: Eddie finds himself in some light hijinks
When: Early to mid March
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: None, will update if needed
01. Central City Park
[The day was just too beautiful to stay indoors. Wanting to take advantage of the weather, Eddie found a nice spot in the grass away from the general flow of the park crowds and was sitting on a towel, sketchbook in his lap, a small bag of art supplies next to him.
He hadn’t intended to stay long, just sketch a few things he saw before heading back to his hotel room, but once he started he quickly found himself lost in his art, alternating between staring out at the scenery in front of him, scribbling and erasing at the sketchbook page, and flipping to the next page. For the first time since he arrived, he forgot about all of his troubles, at least for a little while.
Try as he might to stay inconspicuous, he is a 6+ foot shiny blue robot man with a human head intensely staring out into a crowd, and that sort of thing sticks out.
Occasionally people peek over his shoulder, which he tries not to mind when he notices.
At one point in the day, one of the bystanders notices him sketching and takes offense, demanding to see and snatch his sketchbook. Eddie protests and clutches it to his chest, only causing the person’s objections to get louder. Every time the person grabs for him Eddie scoots away, but with the crowd forming it’s getting harder.]
02. Central City Library
[All he wanted was a book. He wasn’t too picky about which one, really. Something with a neat cover and a fun-sounding title. Preferably something not too long. Just a good story he could lose some time in and not think about how he really needed to make a decision to avoid becoming homeless for a few hours.
Instead, he finds some big burly dude angrily poking him in the back like that would do anything but hurt the burly dude.
You think you're so good you're a metahuman that you gotta flaunt it in front of everyone?
Inwardly, Eddie sighs.]
Not flaunting. Just living. It was sort of this or death, and I kind of like being alive.
[Unfortunately, dry humor failed to defuse the situation. In fact, it only seemed to make things worse, as the guy takes a few steps forward, all but punching Eddie’s metallic chest (probably because he realized that poking him would only break a finger). Eddie could easily overpower this asshole, but instead, he takes a step back every time the man advances, unwilling to rise to the bait.
This only serves to anger the guy who finally takes a swing for real. Eddie jerks back, more to protect the jerk’s hand than out of any sense of danger, and as his back connects with the metallic bookcase behind him, he’s realized that the situation has accidentally been escalated. It takes a second, but the creak of the bookcase tipping echoes across the mostly silent library.]
03. Central City streets
[There is Eddie, holding a wallet out to an elderly person, waiting for them to take it. Rather than do that very normal thing, they are instead staring at it as if he were holding a live snake, and snakes were most definitely not their thing.
You stole my wallet?
Eddie blinks. The wallet is right there. In his hand. Very much not stolen.]
Uh... no? You dropped it and I’ve been trying to get your attention for the last block.
[The person just... stares some more at the wallet in Eddie’s hand. Then they get angry.
I can’t believe you stole my wallet!
Seriously? Eddie just stares, nonplussed. It's still right there. It hasn’t gone anywhere.]
If... If I wanted to take your wallet, I wouldn’t have chased after you... holding your wallet.
[That seems to fall on deaf ears as the person is wound up well and good now, and just going off on Eddie for the supposed theft. Eddie bites the inside of his lip to keep from saying anything or betraying his true feelings on his face. Apparently, years of people sneering “the Blackguard boy” at him as an insult taught him something about how to keep a blank face. Still not worth it.]
Closed to Balthier
One second!
[The sword didn’t want to fit in his closet, but Eddie managed to get it in there with one last shove before going to open the front door. He greets Balthier with a smile.]
Hey! I wasn’t expecting you. [He pauses.] Or was I? Did I forget something again?
[He really didn’t think he did, but this wouldn’t be the first time he’d been proven wrong on that front, so it never hurt to ask.]
What’s up?
[The closet takes this moment to finally give up its valiant fight, and the door creaks open, spilling out a truly spectacular array of useless shit—swords, sketchbooks, clothes, paints (thankfully sealed), a bag of something that suspiciously looks like cat food, motor oil, canvases... just things that don’t belong in a hotel closet.
He spins around and groans at the sudden junk avalanche.]
Damn it.
im balthier
No, you weren't expecting me -- I didn't get your number and finally asked the front desk for your room. I thought that was more polite than breaking in. [ He offers a smile; he's kidding. ]
I wanted to remedy the first problem and touch base with you before I move out tomorrow. I--
[ The cascade from the closet is truly impressive. Balthier likes to collect things, but nothing like that; maybe it was years living on an airship where everything had to be secured.
He moves automatically toward the mess to offer a hand. ]
You didn't tell me you were an artist.
you are!
[Except for his mountain of garbage, apparently. Then the next part of what he said registers.]
You're leaving?
[Eddie awkwardly waves off at Balthier's attempt at help, hampered by the pile of things in his arms.]
Oh, uh, sort of. My uncle taught me how to make, uh... historical recreations.
[He is, also, an artist.]
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[ At Eddie's shooing, he stops, but his eyes are looking over the mess, taking in new details about Eddie. ]
I am. We're all being dismissed shortly and I am a tad old and finicky to be roughing it. I took on with the Society -- I found my own rooms though. I wanted to see what your plans were.
[ The last bit catches his attention. ]
Recreations? Of what?
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[He unceremoniously dumps the stuff onto the bed he isn't using. Shit, that is coming up fast, isn't it? He really wasn't sold on any of the options and had just taken the approach of ignoring it in the hopes it would just... go away.]
Well I had really hoped the problem would just solve itself...
[If only it were that easy.]
Well, recreating famous paintings are too high risk even if not something regularly looked for, so we might have invented a few famous painters that may or may not have ever existed.
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[ He watches the tumble of supplies on the bed and pieces it with Eddie’s explanation. ]
Oil then? And figure drawing? Assuming you’re decent with foliage and architecture too. Clever business, not using recognizable ones.
You know the Society could place those skills. I’m taking over an antiques shop, they’ve let me get the sort of house I want, and they’re mostly leaving me be. I’m not singing their praises but it’s been a relief not to have to worry about those things.
[ He likes Eddie, and he doesn’t like Eddie not having plans after this. Old pirate habit; check on people because they may not have somewhere to go. ]
I don’t have a ship to offer you passage on any longer, but I should have a couch if you need it.
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[A nod as he turns his attention to his pile of crap and starts digging through it.]
Yeah, pretty much. I've done some modern art too but I'm not a fan.
[Eddie finally finds what he's looking for and hands it out for Balthier--a plain black sketchbook.]
I've mostly just been sketching in the park, so it's nothing special. Certainly not "the Covenant of David and Jonathan."
["The society." Yet another reminder that his time for ignoring his problems are up. Why did he have to decide now? Maybe if someone else on his team had shown up between then and now he'd have had his decision.]
What made you go that route? I mean I know you aren't opposed to a little theft...
[He likes their rules. They were rules his dad and uncles would get behind too. But he tried to avoid going down that path for a reason.]
Thanks. I will... probably take you up on that. God knows I am awful at making a decision.
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I’m starting to wonder who the modern art fans are, but I suspect it’s wealthy collectors.
[ His attention shifts as Eddie places a sketchbook in his hand. There’s a privacy in sketchbooks that he certainly notes as he flips to the opening pages. Graphite tracing thoughts and observations. Poetry and drawing are, in his opinion, the closest someone can get to seeing into someone’s mind. ]
These are lovely. You’re a good deal better than I am — the construction in particular is deftly handled.
[ The irony is that Balthier has a more modernist style in the sense of Cezanne or Van Gogh and the post-impressionists but he doesn’t have those references yet. As to the society… ]
I have fine tastes and don’t know the social or legal details of this world. Staying independent would be significantly more work for little gain. I chose the Society over the Alliance because they seem to let members have more leeway without doing anything truly morally atrocious, and quite frankly I don’t trust anyone who claims to be an organization for justice. Also yes, the Alliance seems unlikely to smile on some of my skills.
[ It’s not lost on him that he’s romantically involved with a member of the Alliance, and one who seems to be very much alright with his particular moral code and skill set. But even David has places he’s unbending, and Balthier is loathe to join an organization where people in charge are likely to pressure his actions. ]
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[Eddie and his uncle have a healthy respect for art, after all. It's the assholes who don't that they don't mind ripping off.
The drawings in his notebook are your typical landscapes from various angles of the park nearby, as well as random quick sketches of people he saw in said park. Most of it is pretty realistic, though in places he's messing with a more exaggerated cartoon style that is very much a work in progress.
Mixed in towards the end are some outrageous fashion sketches from when he was daydreaming what strangers might look like as superheroes. He truly let his imagination run wild there.]
It's just lots and lots of practice. I started copying Uncle Flam when I was a kid and he really fostered my creative side--to just make art, I mean. Not to raise a small accomplice.
[He's so used to everyone assuming the worst of his uncles he can't help but add the clarifier.]
But what happens if they ask you to do something that you don't want to do?
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A man after my own heart.
[ The comment applies to the sketchbook too. He recognizes the more traditional studies, but the cartoons are new -- and quite charming -- for him. He's going to comment on them but becomes distracted by the fashion sketches. He may not be familiar with the style, but man loves fashion and can recognize a good eye. ]
Well, well, these are stunning. Do you make them, or just imagine? My mother taught me; no real ambition in mind, just enjoyed doing it with her.
[ It was too painful to take lessons after he lost her. Maybe if he'd gone with her, he'd have ended up an artist, one way or another.
He notices Eddie's clarification on his Uncle's parenting, notes the defensiveness. But for now he doesn't comment. Instead-- ]
Truth be told, I have never been in any situation for long where I wasn't asked to do something I didn't want to. I'm quite deft at half-truths and technicalities. I'd rather have the benefits if I'm going to deal with nonsense regardless. Though your point is well-taken. It was important to me that certain tasks be off the table.
[ If it were bad enough, he supposes he would walk. But he hasn't had any reason to believe that yet. And peace for a few weeks or months is still worth the membership. ]
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What, like... sew? [He looks down at his palm, flexing his fingers one at a time, then grins sheepishly.] Don't have the fine motor skills to do something like that. Or the patience, really. I just like thinking about stuff.
[Well, some stuff anyway.]
I've just seen too many double crosses. The Blackguard--my dad and my uncles--never got involved with anyone because of it. My dad always said that things can look great until they suddenly don't... and then you're in too deep with no way out. And a lot of people like that don't take no for an answer.
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Regardless, they are beautiful. I may have a need of your mind at some point.
[ As to joining or not, he can understand the hesitance when there's a family history. ]
I certainly know about things looking great until they suddenly don't. Found myself an official of the empire at 16. Found out I didn't like murdering people. Was told no one ever left without being murdered themselves. Turns out they were wrong; I got out and wreaked havoc. I feel like I can probably do it again. Though I've been told I'm prone to gambler's fallacy, but alas, haven't learned my lesson.
[ What he means is, I respect your decision. ]
Regardless of your decision, I hope you'll keep in touch, and maybe send me a text next time you need a drawing partner.
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[His family weren't exactly great people, but they weren't exactly bad people, either.]
Everyone's luck runs out sometimes, Balthier.
[That isn't to say don't do it, but just... be careful, okay? He likes you.]
Heh, I'm "that Blackguard boy", remember? [He grins.] I wouldn't let a little thing like bad life choices stop me from hanging out with someone.
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[ The Confluence, with Filter and the like. He'd gotten out alright but some people had ended up with their images and powers exposed. ]
You have to promise to tell me if my idea is terrible.
[ He is not confident about this superhero business and he'd rather Eddie laugh at him than the whole world. ]
You're probably right on the luck but, honestly, mine's been...quite good lately. [ That gets a brief dreamy smile. He might have spent an unbelievable 18 hours with an unbelievable man a few nights ago, who might have said I love you, who might be a substantial part of the reason he picked Excelsior over Central. Maybe. ]
But good to know I have a friend through my poorer life choices. I'm sure they'll swing back around sooner or later.
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100% honesty. Shoot.
[He has an uncle named Flim Flam. The boy does not judge.]
Tell me more about whoever it is you're dating. [He knows that goofy love face. You can't lie about the goofy love face.]
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Alright. Here goes. I'm thinking a blank canvas theme, since my magic is largely illusion, and there would be nothing identifiable in that to trace back to my actual person. Which means anything gentleman or pirate is out. I also have to come up with an alias, which is absurd, but Canvas isn't terrible and it doesn't cringe to make me say it.
[ Please help him. He really does not understand this hero villain business, and he feels absolutely moronic participating.
But that discomfort slides right past him at the question about dating. For a moment, he actually looks his 23 years instead of some stately nobleman. ]
I won't bore you, but he's sweet and brilliant and patient and I have never met anyone like him. We met under an oversharing spell or I would never have had the audacity to be honest with him, which means I probably wouldn't have gotten the chance to fall in love with him, and I don't know why I'm telling you all of this but he's wonderful.
[ And then he laughs at himself. ] So there you go. I'm a romantic fool.
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It's not a dumb idea. [A pause as he thinks about it.] I mean, you might need to workshop it a bit. "Blank slate" is generic and that's what you're going for, but you have to think about how other people will see you, yeah?
Some people pick their costume first and work backwards, but a lot of the time it's the other way around. My dad and all of my uncles figured out what was important to them and worked their costumes and codenames around that. So did most of the Watch, and the ones that didn't--like me and Proto--really don't have a secret identity to workshop.
You don't gotta force yourself to pick a name--you'd be shocked how many people get named by the public or the media, even if they already had something picked out--though I like Canvas.
What's most important is you have to figure out what vibe you want to give off. Right now "blank slate" just sort of gives me the impression that you feed off whatever everyone else is giving you, and I don't think that's what you mean.
And if something doesn't work--ditch it. Parker's husband I think has gone through like 3 or 4 names. Granted, it took Parker to sort of workshop with Brian what the hell he wanted to do with his life to finally get to a name that didn't suck. [A pause.] Oh, uh, Parker's like my best friend back home.
[No worries, Balthier, Eddie clearly has a lot of thoughts on the subject. Thoughts that vanish when Balthier starts talking again. By the end Eddie grins.]
You are and I love it. I love seeing people with that look. Who's the lucky guy?
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[ It's good to know he can change these things. He also maybe should consider talking to his boyfriend about it at some point, but that makes him feel even more terribly awkward. ]
You know, for someone who is a decent poet and likes to act, this is...unfathomably difficult for me. It's one thing to make a character that's clearly a character and another to...have to wear it as part of my identity around other people that I presumably want to respect me. [ Hypocritical, yes, given Balthier isn't his birth name and the pirate-gentleman thing was a total construction. Except...he wanted those. They aren't costumes anymore. ]
Costume sounds easier and more approachable. Maybe you can help me with that, and keep workshopping the rest. [ It's really nice to think about doing things with friends and not alone. Though he's sorry for the people Eddie has left back home; it sounds like he had a good community.
That discomfort is gone and replaced by a mix of embarrassment and relief. Eddie's not teasing him. And it's nice to talk about this. He sighs, but that dreamy smile is back.]
Have you met David? David Alleyne? Tall, gorgeous, very eager to help? Sometimes charmingly literal, sometimes quite poetic? He moved out earlier this week, but he's been here as long as we both have.
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[Eddie gently takes his sketchbook back.]
Like I said, me and secret identities don't mix, but I have heard other people talk about it, yeah? One of the best pieces of advice I ever heard one of the old guard say to a newbie was that it's important to remember that putting on the costume is a job, it's not another side of you. Some people get lost on that distinction.
[Eddie glances at Balthier, flips to a blank page and just starts idly sketching his general outline.]
How literal are you taking "blank slate"? You know white is a bitch to keep clean, right?
[Look, it's cute. Eddie likes cute.]
Pretty sure it's illegal to call someone else's boyfriend "gorgeous" but yeah, I've met him. Not had like a deep connection--platonic!--or anything, but I'd recognize him if I saw him again.
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Humans are utterly unfathomable and disappointing in their willful ignorance.
The leaving work at work advice is good though. I have lived by similar separations before.
[ It had been frightening, early on, especially while he was still discovering his new identity as Balthier, to be afraid the characters he ran in cons were part of him too. To not know what was him and what was just lines on a stage. He hasn't felt that disoriented in a long time, but Eddie's right, in a way, that having to think about this identity business has dredged up old memories. ]
White, my good fellow, is very easy to bleach. And I'm no good with literal. I'm more drawn to the endless possibilities of canvas, and the expectation that something will be created. And it's pretentious and artistic.
[ He chuckles, though, at Eddie's wording on the latter. ]
Your discretion is admirable, but I assure you I am not threatened that you or David is looking at the other with any interest. I am aware that I am both stunning and charming and enough to hold someone's attention, thank you.
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I think it's more... [He bites his lip, trying to find the right words for it.] People are too trusting, I guess? They see what they want to see. Or more accurately, see what they want to believe.
[Eddie nods. There are some that take the job as a personal crusade, but he's watched far too many of them either die, go past the point of no return, or simply burn out. Heroes and villains both. There's a lot of responsibility, yes, and that shouldn't be shirked, but never at the expense of your own life.]
I mean if you want to carry bleach with you while you're fighting, that's your pierogi-tive I guess. [Yes, he said that completely wrong. Maybe he's hungry.] You and Uncle Flam would get along, I think. If you can put up with the.... [A wave of his hand.] Flam-ness of it all.
[Flim Flam is... A Lot. Eddie loves him to death, though.]
I mean you are, yeah. People sometimes take what I say the wrong way, so I always feel like I have to clarify, just in case.
[Perhaps it goes back to being "the Blackguard boy." People sometimes just expected the worst, and he never realized.]
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For someone so kind you're impressively astute about human nature.
[ The mispronunciation and reference to his uncle make Balthier smile though. Eddie is so refreshingly straightforward. No calculating for power, no airheadedness. ]
I will happily defer to your input on all things villain costume. You are clearly more the expert than I am -- I would pay you, of course.
[ It's sweet and a little cute that he's being so careful about the boundary with someone else's man. He chuckles, shaking his head. ]
Eddie you are a better man than most. Would that I could have met you at home -- I would have loved someone like you on my crew.
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[Eh, he's a bit of an airhead. He just is oblivious to that. Also, his uncle really is a lot. There have been many threats of death by the other members of the Blackguard over the years. Usually with a smile threatening to come out as someone says it.]
Good, the first rule of villainy is never piss off your tailor. So... you're learning.
[It isn't. He is 100% joking. Except a good villain does know not to piss off their tailor, unless they want to start taking up sewing themselves.]
Thanks! [He thinks. It feels like a compliment, anyway.] What exactly did you do back home? I feel like you said pirate at some point.
[Or maybe his outfit did. One of them.]
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[ Eddie is sweet, but he doesn't seem that stupid to Balthier. That said, Balthier has been led into incredibly cruel situations for trusting the wrong people, so he can certainly respect the danger. ]
Sir, I learned never to 'piss off' my tailor the moment I started caring about looking good, which was around the age of six.
[ Their conversation is dragging on much past a door hello-goodbye, so Balthier goes to perch on the arm of the couch. And yes, he also assumes he said pirate at some point. ]
Sky pirate. We don't have ocean pirates. I cannot believe I have to clarify that here. Our main means of transport is airship. I generally looted tombs and ruins -- and before you judge me too harshly, the politics of our tombs are a lot less charged with colonization than the ones here -- and ran sabotage on the Archadian Empire. [ The latter because his father was deeply embedded in it, the former in part to keep said father from potentially dangerous tech or magick. ]
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[Unfortunately, he will be the first person to admit he can be too trusting. He wants to see the best in people, even when he should see the blinking LED red flags.]
Are you from one of those worlds that doesn't have thrift stores?
[Yes, that was the main takeaway from that. Thrift stores.]
I feel like your world is really missing an opportunity for ocean pirates. Your economy can't entirely subsist on air travel; someone is going to try to avoid the air pirates by using a boat. And then no one gets to rob them.
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[ He misses getting all of his clothing fitted, thanks. It's so much more pretentious here. Not that that's stopping him. It's just also hard to find clothing made that way. ]
Ah yes, missing an opportunity for ocean monsters to burn holes in the hulls or drag the entire vessel under water. Besides, the salt is bad for my skin.
Yes, yes, boats do exist. But air is safer. And preferable. Why would anyone want to stare at endless expanses of water when they could instead see changing clouds and the landscape below? And the sky doesn't smell.
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There is nothing not to love about thrift stores as far as Eddie is concerned.
I didn't say you had to do it. We all know you're too vain to be a proper pirate. [Did he say that on purpose? Maybe. Probably. The smile does give it away.] I am just saying that your world is leaving a very lucrative way to take back money from the government on the table.
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Oh? And what are proper pirates like? Do tell. And if you say anything about needing a boat, we cannot be friends anymore.
As to thrift stores, I think you're going to need to take me on this cultural excursion. I imagine I'll lack the nostalgia here for the experience to truly resonate, but I did enjoy flea markets at home. Don't worry, we had plenty of ways to trade and sell outside the government's clutches. Again. Pirate.
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They have big hats and cool coats and eyepatches, hook hands, and peg legs. Also parrots are super big. Like... popular big, not like extra-large parrots.
If you didn't already realize I was going to do that, then we cannot be friends anymore.
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Why don't you be the sea pirate and I'll stay the sky pirate, thanks. [ But he's grinning, because it's nice to have a friend who can tease. ]
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What is not familiar is to see people fighting at a library, of all places.
Honestly? he doesn't want to be involved, but at the same time he is there and he is also a metahuman apparently, and this other person wasn't doing anything but minding his business. However, he doesn't have much time to intervene - the bookcase starts falling... and kaneki rushes to it, holding it back from falling with much ease thanks to his inhuman strenght.
he looks back at the big burly dude ]
Sir, this is a library. [ some respect, please. ]
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He scrambles around to try to catch the bookshelf, only to breathe a sigh of relief when he sees that Kaneki already had it. He doesn't even blink seeing him holding up something so heavy.
The guy, on the other hand, is gawking. You're one of them freaks too, aren't you? He also doesn't appear to care about library etiquette.]
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... even if you are mad, I don't think you'd be able to win this fight, though. [ now both his hands reach for the shelf again and Kaneki picks it up. Ghouls can lift a car, a shelf? It's the same wheelhouse, Kaneki feels. But mostly, he is just demonstrating his strength, before he puts it down once more ]
It's better to leave, we don't want any trouble. And everyone else is just trying to read the books. [ and hopefully the library employees will step in soon? Speak of the devil, Kaneki waves at one as if to silently ask for assistance ]
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The guy goes to say something, only to be reprimanded and escorted out by said librarian, who is not taking anyone's shit today, clearly.]
Thanks. [Eddie grins, a bit sheepish.] For standing up for me and the assist. I was really worried something would happen to the books.
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kaneki sighs in relief, clearly not used to situations like this, before he smiles a little back at Eddie ]
Oh- yeah. People should respect libraries more. [ but - ] Are you alright? Hopefully he didn't hurt you.
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Totally. [To both parts of that. He pulls up the sleeve of his jacket a bit to show off his metal arm.] I was more worried he was going to hurt himself. People don't realize how hard zarinium is until they're standing there with a broken hand.
And then everything would get worse.
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Uhm- I don't think I ever heard of it.
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It's an alien metal from back home. So... I really can't wreck this.
[Seeing as it can't exactly be replaced again.]
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Ah- hopefully nothing will happen. [ but if it does! ] Maybe they have something similar in this place?
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I hope so. I... am not a science person, so I wouldn't even know where to look.
I know from my Doc that you can make a shell out of earthly materials, but it'd definitely make me slower and heavier so I'd rather not, you know?
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I think the network can help with that, all metas are there after all. [ most of them. So there is a big chance a science person would answer ] Someone would end up answering, right?
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I have a few leads. Some people I trust have done some poking, but we haven't done any major tests or anything. I also have managed to not do anything too stupid, which I guess is the real surprise here.
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Ah- are you the type to get into trouble? [ kaneki has the answer to that, actually. he did just stop a fight at a library, of all places, although he doesn't blame Eddie for that ]
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Not on purpose, at least?
Though if I find trouble, I do help out.