thebastion | 231 [ VERY BACKDATED]

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231 [ VERY BACKDATED] | [ closed ]

Who: Duke
Open: Closed
When: 231 (so after WE ARE ALIVE boozelog the sequel )
Where: training building.
What: Duke was a stupid, and is getting in a bit of trouble for that
Format: log? Action? ALL OF THE ABOVE???
Warnings: Colin, possibly language, IDK

Duke would never admit to actually... avoiding, someone else here. There's reason for why the knight hadn't been at the party after the successful return to the bastion – not liking to drink, still being a bit sick. Or at least Duke was fairly sure that the tightness to breathing was an indication of being a bit sick still. Of course, this was the day after the party – clearly this not being around could be "I drank too much and everything hurts". Only the knight isn't in the hospital and...

.... Yes, Duke is a bit terrible at this denying avoiding thing.

But Duke also remembers that Colin had had to help when it was time to evacuate ... and that when Duke had first returned to the hospital after coming down with something else, he'd been a bit .. pointed about not doing anything too strenuous.

Going out into a dangerous mine with two other people probably fell under that.

So the knight stubbornly pretended this wasn't hiding, and tried to remember beginning stretches. Slow and breathing steady stuff, just to see if that could help stiff lungs not.. be so stupidly stiff. Sure, the top floor of the training building wasn't really meant for this, but avoiding any dust seemed like a good idea.

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"... So I could do like.. blacksmith puzzles. Regular puzzles. String games." Rubbing her face because this... really sounds like a pain.

"As a child was thirty or so years ago." But she tries to think for a moment and... y'know, nothing really comes to mind. "Sunburn is a bit different from 'hello you can't breathe proper'."

"Never caught a cold?" Colin asks, arching an eyebrow. "Never ate something that hadn't cooked long enough?"

He has a little trouble believing that...

"They never stopped us from running around when we had snot dripping everywhere. It was... maybe a 'come over here and let me get that', or 'here, have some juice'." She crosses her arms, thinking.

"And even when Duke was horribly distracted during cooking, we never really got sick for more than the evening." Stomachs of iron, apparently.

... Ignore that, Colin.

"You must have had a very healthy family," Colin says, studying her. He's moderately certain she didn't mean to let that one slip. Still, no sense prodding her about it now, she's still on guard from his prior shenanigans. A trick like that needs to be sprung fresh.

"Is that why you're having so much trouble staying in one place?" he asks her, watching her. "Or is it something more?"

"Apparently." Yes she hadn't meant to say that. She isn't sure if she's relieved or uneasy that Colin has said nothing about it. Duke sort of stopped telling people she was a twin after a bit.

"... Even when I had to desk knight things, it wasn't 'stay there until its all done', I could go and hit things." Because Duke wasn't that much of a procrastinator when it came to paperwork.

"Your commanders must have hated you, come report time," Colin told her, grinning. "But... consider this practice for it, it if nothing else. And if that doesn't work... Consider it a time to plan what you're going to do when you're better. A little preparation time never hurt anyone."

"I worked on reports before it was 'get them done by tonight'." Duke retorts. A little, at least. Like an outline and a draft or something.

She has to stare at him for a moment. Practice for it? Did Colin want her to go desk-knight here- Although she goes thoughtful after a second.

".... I could work on that second." Lists. Lists will happen.

"That's all you need to do," Colin says. "You can't exercise your body, but your mind is still your own private playground. And if you can't imagine what sort of trouble you can get in with just your mind, you clearly haven't been a soldier long enough."

He sounds amused with that.

"S'why they try to keep us busy." Duke sighs. ".... You probably don't want me wandering around finding stuff before settling... I suppose in the hospital again?"

Then again, Colin found her easily enough here, might not matter where she holes up.

"You can rest in your apartment, it's not as though we need you hooked up to anything," Colin tells her, shaking his head. "All that matters is that you take it easy."

He smirks a little wickedly. "And plotting for what you'll do when you're feeling well again," he adds. "I know all about what soldiers are like when they get cabin fever.

"... Good point." And it's a lot easier to have all the stuff she wants easily found when its.. her room. Duke makes a face back at him - Yes, she will pretty much want to do All The Things after she's better.

Starting probably with cleaning her apartment. Now that Duke thinks on it, who knows how much of a mess it turned into after the Bastion tried falling apart. .... Of course, Duke doesn't have that much to fall either. "...I did leave some things in the hospital though."

"You keep making that face and it'll get stuck like that," Colin tells her, that smirk not vanishing from his face.

He moves to get up then, and holds a hand down to her in offering. "I can get the things from the hospital," Colin tells her. "You fending for yourself is a fairly old means of getting a little more activity out of someone before you're confined to quarters. You need to head back to your apartment with as little in your hands as possible. What did you leave behind?"

She makes a different one at him instead. "It could be better than being told I look like a statue in uniform."

She eyes him then takes it. So he totally caught her. "Books, a change of clothes. Notepad. You grabbed my sword that day so it here."

"You're about four hundred years too young to pull that one over on me," Colin says, smirking. "Plus, my wife tries it all the time. If I'm not going to let her get away with it, you've got no hope of it. And anyway, there's no shame in being a statue in uniform. Lots of groups value a good military bearing."

Helping her to her feet, he smirks. "But getting stuck with that face would get in the way of that in an unpleasant way," he says. "I can think of hundreds of better expressions to be stuck with."

"Only about four hundred?" Ah, so that's why Colin is so good and ... knowing she'd doing this sick thing wrong.

"Being stuck with a smile would look creepy after a while. And it would probably start twitching, which isn't quite stuck." Duke steps over to gather up her sword, because yes she did bring it with her did he expect anything else, and double check the room to see if she left anything else here.

Doesn't really look like it.

"I could have said a thousand, but Pearl gets upset when I get THAT arrogant, so I try to keep my boasts within my own lifetime," Colin tells her.

"I recommend you not think on it too much," Colin adds, referring to the 'stuck face' commentary. "That's where some nasty horror memes propagate and fester."

... Colin, you're making her head hurt now. Do you know what Terca Lumireis doesn't have? A race that openly says 'sup, we have a super long lifespan'. Duke rubs her face firmly for a moment.

"Do I want to know what a meme is?"

"Probably not," Colin tells her. "The definition is a lot more bunk than most people care to deal with. Suffice it to say... it's the nature of good horror stories and amusing images all at the same time."

Colin smiles then, and he nods to the stairs. "Let's go, you need to be sitting down and relaxing," he says.

"... How is it a set of beds?"

Yeah Duke isn't getting it. But yep, stairs down. Yay, onward to getting stircrazy!

And yes, she will take the stairs at a bit of a middle pace - carefully earlier, then the sort of quick step that looks hazardous but generally doesn't feel that way when you go down.

"Figure of speech," Colin corrects, shaking his head. "Basically, a lot of words meant to puff up a definition of nonsense."

Colin doesn't expect that Duke will take a tumble, but he's going to walk close behind her just the same. One, he'll be able to grab her if she falls... and two, if she tries to run, he'll ALSO be able to grab her.

How rude, Duke isn't that much of a small child.

Although Duke does pause at the exit of the building. "I'm going to guess that you, or someone, is going to end up showing up with food." Part to 'make sure Duke is behaving and staying put' and part because Duke's apartment hasn't been stocked up with stuff while she's been hiding in the hospital.

If Duke were a small child, Colin would be carrying her back to her quarters rather than letting her walk.

"That's right," Colin says. "Three meals a day, a couple of pitchers of water."

Not that he hasn't already proven that he can pick her up. Thank you for not embarrassing her further.

"Fairly sure I have a pitcher. ... Or just a bunch of mugs." Speaking of mugs- "Can I make weak tea?"

"You can make tea, so long as you don't have to go outside and pick your own herbs," he says, smiling. "Just don't brew anything strong that will keep you up. I doubt you'll sleep all the time, but you don't need any assistance in staying awake."

Don't you worry, Duke. If Colin decides to embarrass you, you'll be healthy enough to make him pay for it.

"Whatever I have that isn't strong, gotcha."

Not sure if that's reassuring. Maybe it is.

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