WHO: callisto... and people. 🧍♂️ WHAT: catch-all. WHERE: seoul, busan, & everywhere in between! WHEN: throughout the month (that's almost over) WARNINGS: blood, gore, & anything else will be updated as i go!
[ despite his injuries from the battle, callisto hasn't done a lot beyond just shoddily covering himself up. he hops on the plane to touch back to seoul without much of peep to anyone, which likely could have been presumed to be out of character, but considering the aftermath and losing sight of the imugi, he presumes it's the last thing on anyone's minds. as far as he could tell with the sheer tensions building up— though, he can't say how much of it could be chalked up to the "rift poisoning," and how much of it could have been something else entirely. as far as he knows, everyone's eyes, minds, and spirits entirely enraptured on the idea of capturing the creature that managed to slip through their proverbial grasps. he can't exactly blame them, and he can't deny of also desiring proper vengeance for his wounds...
however, it's true that because everyone seems consumed by this, that it's easier for him to pretend that he's just as unaffected as the rest. when he lands in seoul, he figures the highest priority was getting to a good area to rest where he could properly address his wounds. it's in this process, that he ends up seeing a familiar figure.
while most may have ignored it and went straight to dressing their wounds, that's not a thought process callisto commits to. instead, he's clearly putting on some form of bravado, appearing as if he weren't injured, or tired after the battle. ] Ah, if it isn't my loyal servant.
[ not the servant roleplay even when he's injured. but, he also does seem to give zagreus' own body a brief sweep of his eyes, all the way down to his ... hot feet. ]
[ it would be a cold day in tartarus if callisto ever addressed zagreus outside of their servant/master roleplay. he's always treated it as a sort of joke; a light-hearted way of coping, perhaps, in regard to their situation. this is what callisto knows, what he is comfortable with — the image of a stalwart ruler of his people, devoted to the advancement of his country. a ruler would not suffer the disgrace of showing weakness, this zagreus knows, especially not after having his quarry slip from his grasp.
and yet, here zagreus is, holding a medical kit when he finds callisto. ]
Full glad am I to see Your Highness hale and whole. Welcome back.
[ zagreus didn't leave the battle in seoul unscathed; while the suits mitigate the worst of the damage, he sports injuries all over. the cut on his cheek likely stands out the most, treated and covered now with a bandage, incongruous to his smile and lighter tone. pain is just an old friend he's always known. ]
If it pleases you, would you allow me the honor of dressing your wounds?
[ it's true that their interactions may have been the most familiar thing to him in such a foreign place. the palace may have been cold and devoid of warmth, but it was also everything he technically knew. in this way, despite feigning some degree of easement into this unfamiliar land— he could find actual solace in their fake roles. what does end up surprising him, however, is how comfortable the other man was at every single turn of this farce.
even callisto comprehends that there was no actual reason behind the mind going along with his whims, and yet here he was. attentive, and some could even label kind. this point only seems to be further perpetuated by his careful preparation of a medical kit?
even if callisto tears his eyes from it and acts as if he hasn't seen it. ]
Same to you, Sir Zagreus. It brings me much comfort to know you appear well.
[ does he, though? callisto's eyes seem to be fixed on the bandage on zagreus' cheek. ] These could hardly constitute as injuries. [ is he going to make this difficult, maybe... ]
[ the lingering scars left by the prior mission can be found in multiple ways and in just as many forms on base. while seoul had clearly put a damper on the spirits of the outsiders, it seems even more amplified as of late. the sort of sorrow of losing your fellow men, or seeing them in an even worst state being treated as a prisoner of war... well, it's a fact he was both accustomed to, but could entirely understand how it affects the mind.
... they are after all, only human.
or, that should be the case. but, it seems like they didn't only steal the foods and other conveniences of the village, but also all their nastier little traits as well. just by the temperament of those who were thirsty, it normally wasn't too difficult to discern who could have been nursing a symptom or two of vampirism... he has to wonder how these ideas aren't just cultivated in the fiction young ladies of the empire may enjoy. regardless, he does make his rounds in visiting those around him.
gebura being no exception. actually, what's the opposite of this... ]
My lady, are you not planning on gracing me with your presence?
[ time to take a page from everyone else's book and just appear in front of her door. ]
[ Could you all stop doing that, actually? Gebura's even more reluctant to deal with people until she can handle this new problem, and she can already tell Nosferatu would be thrilled to know she was dealing with it, less thrilled to know she was fighting it.
So the message just makes her sigh, exasperated. ]
[ if her door knob is rattling, or the sound of a knock on her door is made evidently louder, it's not her imagination. callisto wasn't the sort who readily took no for an answer. sorry gebura. ]
How heartless. I dragged my legs all the way here.
[ he says as if he wouldn't have done it regardless. still, he feels like his mind would be a lot more settled to know she was okay. not that he had any real doubts, but weren't there times where feelings weren't entirely logical? besides, if she needed assistance, it isn't like he was opposed to offering his hand. ]
Unseen for now, one eye twitches, and there's no response for a good few minutes before the door slides open. Gebura looks a little more tired than usual when she stares out at Callisto, but what else is new when everyone else is also some level of exhausted? ]
You could just save yourself some time by checking first.
Why check when it's clear that you haven't gone out? [ or so he claims, but is it obvious? it is true that most people who showed signs of this new ailment did seem to avoid going out. likely out of necessity...
as for how? he doesn't actually know much of the details, and hence. ]
So, how have you been faring? I felt like I would not get a satisfactory response through written language, and so I have arrived in person. [ while his tone isn't too different than the usual, a mixture of his own awful sense of humor and touch of what could be seen as over-familiarity. ]
[ She very much does not have the patience level to deal with him right now, so she gives him a very long and unimpressed stare. If he thought he was getting a satisfactory response verbally, boy do I hate to disappoint him, but--! ]
[ he asks, pretending to be offended. in reality, he is used to her behavior by now. ] But, it's a relief to see you haven't been overtaken by anything strange. Those are the same tired eyes I'm used to seeing. [ they may not be exactly tired, but gebura did have a certain way of holding herself.
but, he gibes a cant of his head, as if to ask if she's not going to let him in? ]
[ he says in tune, neither agreeing with such a statement, nor casting any real disagreement either. when she turns away from the door, he does make his way in. he figures, if she's against it, the time was now to stop him.
but, can he say even that wouldn't be a bit interesting? ] Would you rather not consider it concern?
[ except, he sounds more amused than offended. well, he supposed it's quite unrelated to himself. instead, he pauses at her words, before giving a small shrug. ] Concern and unwavering belief in your abilities can exist at the same time. At least, I felt we were close enough for me to think so. [ citation needed.
but, this wouldn't be the first that he speaks freely like this.
he does look around her room briefly. mostly in genuine interest. ]
[ There's truly so little here. Like. A ramune marble and a tiny clay cat on a desk and a lil goldfish drone floating around and a couple of little odds and ends, but Gebura does not make this into any kind of home.
Very much not decadent, sorry. ]
You really need to stop thinking we're buddy-buddy at this point. I told you, we're just allies.
[ And then he'd told her not to call anyone else that so easily, and she's pulling a face just remembering that. ]
[ oddly enough, when he sees the small assortment of things gebura has gathered here... it seems to suit her. while he may have grown accustomed to some degree of opulence in the palace, it's also true that he's spent most of his formative years on the battlefield. he doesn't have ridiculous expectations...
all the more, maybe she'd be offended, but he likes the idea of having made it into her space. it does make him smile just a bit, as if the realization was sinking in. ] As I said before, allies are more reliable.
[ there were no personal feelings involved. ]
But, I would not be opposed to being "buddy-buddy" if that's what you desire. As someone who could occupy such a position, do you not think I could offer you my assistance?
[ Ah, there's her exasperation, the woman scowling just long enough to show a glimpse of fang. He almost seems to do it deliberately, doesn't he? Happily misconstruing her words. Again. ]
And what do you actually think you can assist me with, Callisto?
Then it seems I have misunderstood the lady once more. I must be getting rusty in my communication with you since I have not been in your presence for some time. [ or so he suggests in an easygoing way, as if he could believe such a thing to be the case.
it's clearly not. ]
Isn't that obvious? [ he points a finger to where he once saw the brief flash of a particularly sharp tooth. ]
Then, am I to wait until you are desperate for it? I figured you would have appreciated doing it with someone you would feel no hint of remorse towards.
[ he opens his mouth, closes it, then gives a small huff.
is it in humor or because he's offended? maybe a bit of both. ] Now why would I do that? Is simply bringing it up from time to time such a deplorable crime?
Then if I agree to bring it up minimally, are you more likely to accept my assistance?
[ he brings a hand up, holding it out palms up in front of her, as if he were offering her an actual meal. ] Did you want to sample it first? If you're hesitant, I can always make it easier for you.
[ callisto's eyes sweep back to the sword at his side. ]
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