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Lord Felwinter

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???

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Felwinter Peak, Old Russia

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text; un: infinity

[mrblueeyes]

fel move in with us

[warminded]

[Hello to you too, Gojo.]

Who is "us"?

[mrblueeyes]

me n choso

obviously

[ It's not obvious. ]

exterior; garden - late afternoon

[mrblueeyes]

Gojo's lounging out in the sunlight in the garden when Fel comes out, and he glances over at his lover with a grin, propping himself up on his elbows. "Hey."

There's a calm energy around him, far more than usual. He's lacking both his mischievous, almost manic energy and his sharp, calculating guardedness. Instead, he just seems ... content.

"C'mere. Talk to me."

Gojo nods him over. He's got a picnic blanket laid out, and it's large enough for there to be space for Fel to sit near him.

Sitting up a little more, he reaches out for Fel as his lover comes close, draping his arms around Fel's shoulders and leaning in to kiss his cheek, then pulling back just enough to meet his eyes with a smile. "My name is Gojo Satoru. My given name is Satoru." He doesn't think Fel knows that.

[warminded]

Hoping to find some peace in the garden in order to clear his mind, Felwinter very nearly turns and heads back inside when he sees that Gojo is already out here. Gojo, of course, notices him before he can. And perhaps there's a little spike of dread at talk to me, because nobody ever asks to talk to him for good reasons, but he heads over obediently nevertheless.

He's used to Gojo draping on him by now, so that doesn't strike him as anything particularly out of the ordinary. And yet there's something different. He can't quite put his finger on what. It's almost a little too sincere, that kiss a little too unguarded, no motive behind any of it. Gojo tells him his name and...

Well, he doesn't really know what Gojo expects him to do with this information.

"I see. I'd assumed it was the other way around." An awkward pause. "You're in a good mood."

[mrblueeyes]

"Mm." A thoughtful noise, not quite confirmation. His mood is ... something, for sure. Not a good mood, he doesn't think. His heart aches with grief and guilt over some of the topics he recently discussed with Choso. But he feels freer, and he knows that looks on the surface like a good mood. Maybe it is. It's just a very complicated good mood.

"People mostly call me Gojo back home. And here. I'm more comfortable with it. It has a lot of power behind it--I'm the head of my family, and it's a very, very old and very, very wealthy family. When I am Gojo, I wield all of that. Plus, in my culture, it's much more common to call acquaintances by their family names. I have trusted friends I've known for years who call me Gojo. I don't like people calling me Satoru, with very few exceptions." He remains draped on Fel as he talks, tucking his cheek against Fel's shoulder, wanting the comfort of having him close.

Letting himself get lost in thoughtfulness as he talks, Gojo stares into space, gazing vaguely at some of Choso's plants. "Back home ... I've told you about my powers. I'm the strongest, by far. And I bear so much responsibility because of that. I don't ever let myself rest, because no one else can do what I can. And it's so horribly lonely to be the only one who wields that kind of power. To be a god-thing without equals."

They've touched on these topics before, but never with this kind of vulnerability. And he offers it up relatively easily, even the parts of it that are such deep wounds.

"But I'm not." His eyes lift to Fel's. "The strongest." His lips quirk, a little bit challenging and a little bit playful. "Not here. Am I?"

He doesn't want an answer. He's not done talking. Letting go, Gojo stretches, lifting his face to the sky and then leaning back on his hands. "I'm still top-tier. No doubt." The curve of his lips widens into a smirk, all cocky confidence. "But maybe ..."

Tipping his head to look at Fel again, Gojo holds his gaze for a moment, expression sly and guarded, shameless and goading. "I'm going to say something horrible. Don't storm off on me just yet. But I've never really thought of you as my equal, Fel. Because back home you wouldn't be. And that's the real Gojo Satoru. Back home. All that power. Without equal."

He drops down onto his back, eyes on the sky again, voice thoughtful and distant. "Gojo, the avatar of his family. Gojo Satoru, the Strongest. I've just been acting like this version of me doesn't count. Like all of this doesn't matter. It's all just an amusing diversion until I resume my real life."

Twisting his middle and index fingers together in front of himself, just below the level of his chin, Gojo gazes up into that limitless blue sky.

"I don't think I'm going home, Fel. I think this is my real life. And I think I might like to just be Satoru. Who isn't the strongest." Eyes sliding back over to Fel, warm and fond and wry, Gojo lets that hand drop beside his head, against Fel's thigh. "And who has a very patient and very forgiving Exo for an equal."

TEXT ( @ SET )

[redsoil]

[ set's the kind of jerk bastard who types a coy message HOPING gojo reads it over fel's shoulder im sorry ]

Will you be able to tear yourself from your lover to spend some time with me, Felwinter?

[warminded]

Lover?

[This is Felwinter frowning down at his syntrofos. He doesn't put names to his relationships, whatever they are. If only because he doesn't know what they should be named.]

I can spend time with you, if that's what you wish.

[redsoil]

The cocky cat bxstard who wears a veil.

[ gojo..... it's said with affection(?) at least, in set's vicious little way. more or less he thinks the same as fel, only recalling the use of the word "partner" from some time ago. ]

The relationship is inconsequential, as long as you come see me when I call! Where are you living now?

text | un: summerboy

[torridcompanion]

Did you ever make up with the creature you left in the woods?

[warminded]

I asked someone who knows him to pass on my details.

But no, not yet. I haven't heard from him.

[Not that Felwinter can blame him, honestly.]

text; un: infinity

[mrblueeyes]

fel, i just had a somewhat odd interaction with set

possibly it's nothing of consequence

but will you please do me the favor of giving set no intel or information that he doesn't already have

especially not about me

but also general intel about the augmented or any information known to the augmented

as he is closely involved with the locals, including the karterian military

[warminded]

Understood.

I'm concerned about Set's ambition, myself.

He called me out recently to speak to him at Library Sophia.

[mrblueeyes]

Interesting that I got a similar offer.

He made quite clear that he wished to bend my skill at coordinating and connecting people to his ends. I replied, more or less, that since I did not know what his ends were, aside from some cryptic doubletalk he'd made on the topic, no.

And then he tried to get Tartaglia to give him a list of everyone who expressed interest or showed up at our fight club, which ... that kind of reporting to anyone makes me uncomfortable.

text; @nanami.k

[nonexempt]

Felwinter-san. I am asking after Gojo Satoru's condition. Am I correct to believe he's disappeared?

[warminded]

He hasn't returned home.

I'm trying to locate him.

[nonexempt]

I can't seem to contact him on the Syntrofos anymore either. Could he have been taken by Patho-Gen?

@aodh

[belli]

have you fare well, robot?

[warminded]

Aodh. Did you need something?

[Avoiding the question? Absolutely. He strongly doubts Aodh has any interest in his current struggles.]

backdated mid-late October [action]

[historicallyloaded]

[ Brickston's sense of time was terribly skewed this month. Lost in the throes of his Katalyth studies for hours and days it was no wonder he'd eventually crash and sleep whether he wanted to or not. The dreams were anything but restful, however. He saw horrible images of fellow Augmented in cages—kidnapped, tortured, put on display. He saw Momo, possibly others, but it served to greatly reconsider his opinions on Patho-Gen. He was terribly conflicted... but then additionally there was a message from something else, a request accompanied by flashes of images of the rotting furious Terra-types below Kelesis.

"Don't let Karteria take any more away. End them here, where they belong."

It wouldn't be the first time he discovered a message in the tunnels that left Brickston terribly guilt-ridden. Back then he walked away not knowing what more he could possibly do.

Now it's clear. ] They're down here suffering, Felwinter.

[ He just knew he couldn't possibly do it alone. He shuffles along Felwinter's side in the dark, able to see without need of lantern or light. The smell down here is still foul, the air still stagnant and reeks of death. He keeps stepping forward, almost drawn to the dark concrete room with the lone broken computer terminal in the middle of it, once again. Plants shuffle and groan and wetly slither in the dark, anticipating something.

Brickston understands if they're killed that will lessen Karteria's food supply, but, perhaps uncharacteristically callously he finds himself less concerned about foods he can't eat anyway. The latter half of his thoughts breach his mouth, muttered; ] ...what makes one life-form more valuable than the other...?

ACTION ( PAID FUTILITY ; VELVET CLAW ).

[redsoil]

Felwinter.

[ The sound of leaves ruffling soft in a breeze follows his otherwise silent arrival, as god of war and Augmented of verdant life alights nearby the Exo. Despite the horrors visited upon a number of his imprints ( Eleanor, Liem ) and the struggle he was now facing as one, the brash and feral idiot he was ( TAKASUGI ), had to deal with electroshock "therapy", he looks no worse for wear. Strong, health and immeasurably confident in himself despite the worsening views of Terra-type Augmented. He exudes it: the drive to accomplish his task, the foresight to have long prepared for it — heedless of opposition, or obstacle.

Maybe, that is why he finds it easy to go to Felwinter. Despite that he's taciturn and reluctant to bond — for good reason, Set assumes — the fact remains that a desert god is the culmination of eons and eons of erosion. Even mountains become part of him, as fine-grained sands, in the end. Why rush anything? ]

There is a naughty boy we are being hired out en masse to deal with. I think he ought to be convinced to join the militia, and I bet you and I would be effective recruiters. Come with me. It is better than seeing you struggle under whatever weight continues to haunt you, my kindred spirit.

[warminded]

[Is it so obvious that he's struggling? Felwinter had assumed that he'd distanced himself enough to avoid drawing too much notice to it. Busied himself enough that it didn't look like he was wallowing. He's not sure whether it's the breaking of an imprint that had thrown him so off-balance, or the fact that he had been leaning so heavily on said imprint as he navigated the his grief and guilt over the deaths of the Iron Lords.

He fixes his unexpected visitor with a level stare, impassive as always. Guarded.]

You've overlooked one very important detail: I am an Exo. No Karterian would listen to what I have to say. You'd do better to ask someone else.

[And that's all there is to it. Why would Set ask something like this of him in the first place? It almost feels like the commission is just an excuse to seek him out. "Lonely beings need pestering the most." Wasn't that what he had said?]

What's so special about this boy that he would warrant your personal attention?

end of december.

[opposed]

[ A package will be left for Felwinter in a medium sized box one day. Inside is a scarf made out of velvet and a bottle of decent alcohol, small because it is quite pricy. And at the very bottom is a note: ]

I apologize for the awkwardness and confusion.
I hope the season treats you well.
~MM

voice; un:LimitlessSensei

[youcryin]

[ With his device pressed between his ear and shoulder, Gojo decided to talk while he walked, instead of you know, sending a text message that could be ignored far more easily.

Stuffing his face with the pastries that had been left for him by his front door, without a care in the world as to whether they were poisoned or not (and really, he should care about that shit!) - Waiting for Felwinter to answer and ready to leave a message when the dial tone fades out. ]

Yo Felwinny, my man, my dude, how's it hanging?

[ His overly casual and cheerful voice calls out, muffled only slightly by the sound of chewing cream-stuffed puff pastry. ]

I think I won one of those raffles you see on daytime TV. Y'know the kind, right? Luxury house with all the fixings, far too fancy and expensive for a new Augmented like myself to own.

[ Munch~ munch~ ]

Anyways~ With you being the common denominator between this place and me, I thought you could lend me a hand in figuring it all out, yeah? I'll make it worth your while~

[warminded]

[Felwinter is used to Gojo talking at him rather than to him. He's also used to struggling, sometimes, to keep up with all of that talking. Right now he's stuck somewhere between his distaste for "Felwinny" and pondering "daytime TV", a true mystery to a man who originates from a far-off post-apocalyptic future. And how is what hanging? He's an old man, have mercy on him.

He can, at least, extrapolate the reason for the call from Gojo's mention of a house. So he'd found the gift, an invite to finally have the conversation that Fel has been avoiding for the past month. An olive branch, so to speak.

His response is... somewhat terse, choosing to ignore (at least outwardly) most of Gojo's blather.]

The note was quite clear. If there is something else you wish to know, you'll have to be more specific.

[A beat.]

Are you on your way there? To the address you were given.