(OTA + CLOSED) if i cannot move heaven

[immortalpoet]

WHO: Vergilius and YOU + closed starters
WHAT: Catchall for TDM prompts, May + June catchall - if you want a closed starter for your character, DM me!
WHERE: All over Neo Tokyo, etc.
WHEN: May
WARNINGS: general Project Moon warnings (opt-out post), will update as needed



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[frostfist]

[ Damn, not the mother comment.

There's a pause - a little too long to be fully natural or comfortable - before he fires back with one of his usual quips. ]

Just a concerned friend. [ They are not friends. ] Also, I'd hate to clean up the mess if you were to suddenly pass out here.

[ Yeah, that's it, that's the only reason he cares. ]

Just the fever? No other symptoms?

[immortalpoet]

Tch. I won't pass out.

[Tough guy(TM).....]

Fatigue. Body aches. Fever. Feel like my head is swimming. Feels like a virus honestly.

[frostfist]

[ Yeesh….. ]

Were you spending time around someone sick earlier? [ That's a lot, my man. ] It sounds like you really should be getting some rest.

[ He picks out a box, flips it over to read the back, and then starts ambling back so he can pop it into Verg's hands. ]

[immortalpoet]

Oh, no.

[Thanks for the box. He blinks at it, before he says, deadpan:]

I was cursed by a goddess of death.

[frostfist]

[ ❓

Give him a sec to process that. ]

You mean the one that's our fellow teammate or another one?

[immortalpoet]

...

[In his fever-addled brain he can't remember her room...]

Young...woman?

[frostfist]

I didn't realize she could do that.

[ Muttered mostly to himself. Louder: ]

What exactly did you do to piss her off?

[immortalpoet]

Called it like it is. She's got thin skin and doesn't respect herself.

[gOD]

[frostfist]

[ OKAY HE'S NOT WRONG BUT— ]

In those words exactly?

[immortalpoet]

Something like it, yes.




[yeah.]

[frostfist]

[ My guy...... Wriothesley takes a slow breath and then breathes it out through his nose. ]

You're not very good with tact, are you. Please tell me you aren't going to say something similar the next time you see her.

[immortalpoet]

I'm not winning awards left and right for compliments here, Wriothesley.

[He knows he's an asshole and he's not going to CHANGE!!!!!! EVER!!!! Okay, maybe a little bit. Maybe.]

She was the one who got fussy on me in the first place. So I'm not going to get into that again.

[frostfist]

Probably better for your health if you don't.

[ But also note to self: Don't piss off Ereshkigal. ]

I heard you talked to Malkuth. [ Apparently pissing off Verg is okay though?? ]

[immortalpoet]

Ergh.

[Now that statement is making his eyebrows knit together.]

Yes. And?

[why u asking]

WHY WAS THERE JUST A BRACKET THERE i hate mobile tagging

[frostfist]

[ Can't he be concerned for a good friend :( (citation needed) ]

It seemed like it went well. [ Nonchalantly. ]

shakes fist at mobile tagging

[immortalpoet]

...

And where did you hear that.

[frostfist]

[ Don't mind him as he takes two steps down the aisle to look at whatever medicine is in front of him. ]

Malkuth. Does that bother you?

[immortalpoet]

It does.

[He says, with as much bluntness as a hammer.]

Should I start questioning whether you like bare shoulders on Ishmael? Just to return the favor.

[frostfist]

Sure.

[ Sorry, Verg is going to have to try so much harder than that. ]

The answer is yes, for the record. [ Hopefully Ishmael is far away from here.... ]

[immortalpoet]

Tch.

[#the dad look of some hooligan making a pass at his daughter.jpg but not really since ish is just an employee]

....What's your problem, Wriothesley?

[frostfist]

[ Now that gets him to look up from the box of (throws dart) allergy medicine he'd been peering at, both eyebrows raised slightly. ]

I'm afraid you'll have to clarify.

[immortalpoet]

[He lets out a low noise, like a growl - but really, he's tired and peeved and in pain.]

Have you been trying to antagonize me for Ishmael's sake? Or just because I'm her boss? Or is it because you have nothing better to do, huh, and you want a laugh? What's your damn problem?

[frostfist]

[ ....Alright then.

Slowly he straightens, whatever trace of good cheer previously on his face completely erased in favor of an entirely serious expression. ]

If I truly wanted to make an enemy out of you, Mister Vergilius, you'd know. [ This ain't it, chief. ] As it stands, I'm simply conversing with you the way I would most others here, though it seems I've overstepped my bounds. My apologies.

[ He doesn't sound particularly apologetic, but at least he's not being sarcastic about it. ]

But do us both a favor and leave Ishmael out of this. Any perceived faults you find with my behavior are a reflection of myself only.

[immortalpoet]

So you would ask most here whether they'd kiss you when they were drunk, then. How interesting.

[Sorry, he is NOT letting that one go.]

I told her about that one, you know. Care to explain where it came from?

[frostfist]

Why not? It makes for an interesting ice breaker, don't you think?

[ Has he asked anyone else here if they'd kiss him while drunk, no, but could he? Absolutely. ]

Here's another tidbit for you while we're at it: I believe in a fair exchange of goods and information. Unfortunately, you don't seem so keen on opening up to me any time soon so I'm afraid I'll have to decline your request.