The Best Thing About Not Being Home is Missing You

[preuxchevalier]

There are people back home that your character hates. Or maybe they love them, but they're terrible people/influences. Here's your chance to talk or play out that special someone turning up in the Meadous. Are they so far out of their element that they're now defanged tigers? Do they lead right in with their wicked ways? What is your character's CR even going to think when they meet this person?
 

Post with your own character or the person they most/least want to see again who's a bad thing for them. Feel free to play out encounters in the snow between this character and your regular character's CR, or talk it out with if you're not sure you've got the voice down.
 

Fun for all ages! And by fun, we mean misery!

Comments

transphobia. prob. worse things.

[theghast]

Raimut laughs and reaches out to chummily pat Dist on the shoulder.

"Do calm down," he says. "It's easy to forget, with how he dresses." He doesn't let go of Dist's shoulder, instead squeezing it, gently. "Like I said, I have no interest in contacting Jay again, without his permission. I know better than to force him to be agreeable."

And in any case, he adds to himself, the boy will come running back to me the moment things get the least bit hard. He shan't last on his own.

[spare_parts]

"If you really cared about him you wouldn't forget something like that!" Dist snarls a little, shifting to pull his shoulder away, but he's not a very strong person. "See that you don't approach him and we won't have any problems."

[theghast]

Raimut squeezes Dist's shoulder, hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to disable him. Not just yet, at least. He brings his face very close to Dist's ear, having to visibly stoop to do so.

"Problems? Are you threatening me?" he whispers, his breath hot and dry. "You really do not want to do that. Not over someone like Jay Zimin of all people. What is he to you?"

[spare_parts]

Dist sneers, even as he winces at the squeeze. He's dealt with worse... at least, that's what he thinks. He tries not to shrink away, and halfway succeeds.

"He means more to me than he ever did to you." To his credit, his voice has cropped back down. Cockiness or not, he's scared.

[theghast]

"Ah," Raimut says, quietly, and tightens his grip. "I see. I see. But have you considered, friend, that you may not mean as much to him as I do? After all, I was so much more than just a lover to him."

He grins, showing off his teeth. They are, disappointingly, perfectly even and a regular colour, neither bleached eerily white nor yellowed.

[spare_parts]

That gets Dist to worry. He knows better than anyone how easy it is to latch onto the past.... His knees bend and he leans his shoulder into Raimut's grip.

"Maybe. But he's done with you now."

[theghast]

Raimut snorts and releases Dist's shoulder, only to pat him on the back.

"Maybe he should decide that, no? Not you," he says and makes a noise of disgust. "What does he see in you? A pathetic, little weed of a man. You're as womanish as he is."

[spare_parts]

Dist scowls, metaphorically raising his hackles. It makes his collar rustle.

"And you're nothing new. Didn't he end up getting you killed? That's typically an ending."

[theghast]

Raimut's face contorts with sudden anger and fear and he's unable to get himself under control. He brings his face very close to Dist's and snarls.

"Don't you dare bluff," he growls. "I am as alive as I ever have been. I have taken great care not to die and Zimin of all people shan't be the one to bring me down."

[spare_parts]

Sure, Dist makes a very small flinch at the sudden change in proximity, but mostly he grins. Dist is used to Jade. Jade would never have snapped like that. The Major wouldn't either. It's a petty victory, but Dist takes what he can get.

"That's what everyone says before they have their first death. It will be good for you."

[theghast]

Raimut freezes in place for a split second, then reaches out with surprising speed and grasps Dist's throat. He squeezes just hard enough to compress his trachea. His other hand grabs the wrist of Dist's dominant hand, just in case -- Raimut, after all, is used to dealing with spellcasters.

"If this is your idea of a joke," he says, quietly, "I suggest you cease it immediately and apologise, else I shall not be responsible for what I do."

[spare_parts]

There must be something about Dist that makes choking the most popular way to threaten him. Unfortunately, he's rather desensitized to it by now.

"You're responsible for anything you do to me," he spits, looking mostly unimpressed. His voice is still satisfyingly strained and hoarse though. "And I'm not joking. You have no idea how many times I've died; one more isn't going to make me afraid of you. All you monsters are the same."

[theghast]

Raimut sighs, very deeply and lifts Dist up off his feet, dangling him in the air with ease.

"All this over Lutomira Zimin?" he chides, looking indulgently disappointed. "My boy, do consider picking your battles better. Consider picking them over ... worthier candidates."

[spare_parts]

Dist makes a choked sound, lifting his free hand to grab at Raimut's, but it's not much help. "Jay." He can just manage to continue talking. "His name is Jay. And he's..." Dist has to pause and fight down a breath of air. "He's more than worth it."

[theghast]

Raimut releases his grip on Dist and throws up both his hands, in mock resignation.

"Honestly. Has he improved in bed, then?" he says. "Gotten less insufferable? I lived with him for over a decade. I know him, in ways you never will. Reconsider wasting your time."

Despite the look of disgust, there's something else lurking in Raimut's eyes. Something akin to jealousy.

[spare_parts]

When Dist hits the ground he stumbles, coughing. He wasn't expecting to simply be... dropped. He rubs at his throat, quirking an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Why in the world would I tell you something like that?"

[theghast]

Raimut scowls. Dist isn't buckling very easily and he's not providing him with much information and it irritates him. He's very used to getting what he wants without resorting to, say, bloodshed unless it's totally unnecessary.

"You do strike one as an exhibitionist," he says, flippantly. "But no matter. I'd appreciate it if you didn't ... cause too much trouble for me, your unfortunate attachment to my apprentice notwithstanding."

[spare_parts]

"You ruined enough of his life; I'm not going to tiptoe but I'm not going to interact, either, not if I don't have to." Keeping it a secret is probably out of the question, given both the size of the place and his needing to explain away yet another bruise on his neck.