Wine hath drowned more men than the sea.

[rebull]

Who: Summoner and who the heck ever
When: Late evening/very early morning
Where: Deep in the forest within the bubble
Style: Prose & action both welcomed
Status: Open

All right.

He needs a drink already.

Lysunder's been doing extremely well lately with not indulging in spirits, though he quite enjoys human liquor. He knows he shouldn't- but, damnit. He's been trying to talk to people, be his regular self, get out there, confide in those he can, granted it's a very small number, but it's not the same without him to speak to as they did when he first came here.

So now he needs a drink, and buzz off anyone that disagrees, it's not like it'll kill him-

Hopefully.

Summoner's hand curls around the bottle neck tight as he leans against a tree, ass to the grass and wings sloppily folded between he and the tree trunk. The red haired troll stares lazily at the dark canopy, watching to a smaller amount of animal eyes and usual, not communing with the creatures nearby as much while he sits there intoxicated.

"Sorry guys, but you ain't Pyral, eh, ya can fly but i's still not the same." A smirk, watching some small birds linger on a branch above before he swirls the bottle and moves it up to tip back and swallow. The burn is good by this point, he can barely feel it besides the warmth and he's having a hard time slowing everything down around him. Also good. He wants that. It helps him just sink down and enjoy the chill around him as he completely avoids thinking about his problems, even just for a few hours.

It's better to sometimes just sit and do nothing, right? Just not face your problems for a bit. Just... be.

Even if he really does know better.

Comments

[toreadorkabull]

It was fairly impossible for Tavros to be quiet with robot legs and metal feet. If his foot didn't clank against a stray rock or tree root, the motors in his legs made enough noise to sound his advance. Oddly enough, most animals didn't run when he came through unless they were inordinately skiddish. It's gotten to the point where he was communing more often then not.

Which was how he was able to find his way to the Summoner with little to no issues.

He was in good spirits himself, his smile was a lot more genuine than it used to be, and he picked up the pace when he finally spotted him. "Dad!"

[rebull]

Even if he was quiet Summoner would know he was coming. He might be as drunk and a quackbeast but he's still watching through his communes.

The clanking was actually kind of nice... Nice it only reassured who he was seeing approach and not having the animals fly off was just as nice.

"Heh, heeeey little troll." He manages, his breath as strong as the air about him but he seems pleased to see Tavros none the less, leaning forward slightly and adjusting his wings.

"Out pretty late, aren't ya? Or haven't you adjusted to a human sleep schedule yet?"

[toreadorkabull]

"I guess I, uh... just like being awake in the dark." Being out in the light maade him nervous at first, besides it feels more natural this way. "But I'm awake, in the day too. Just, uh.. not all of it?"

His nose wrinkles a bit at the smell in the air, but he plopped down in front of him anyway. "You, uh... sure are drinking a whole lot!"

[rebull]

"I can understand that, something private and calming about this time, hey?" Summoner can understand that, enjoying the blanketed feeling when you are awake in the dark. It's comforting and he likes how there's no strain on his eyes at night.

"Yeah, I'm uh, about the same, sleep whenever I want and for not long," Lysunder watches him, leaning back a little as Tavros sits down. He glances to his bottle, swishes it around and looks back with a sigh. Yeah, he is drinking a lot, he should stop, but he won't. He should do a lot of things right now instead of waste his damn time but nope.

"Tonight, yeah. Not a problem is it?"

[toreadorkabull]

"I, uh... like it when things are mostly quiet." He felt more at home in the dark, could be a way to put it. "It, uh... reminds me a bit, of where I built my hive. It could get really quiet there, some nights."

Tav settled a bit more, curling his legs in a bit as far as they could. Metal doesn't squish up like skin and muscle, so his range inward isn't what it used to be. "I just heard that, uh... drinking a lot, makes you sick."

[o8liter8]

It's been a while since they last talked. Longer for him than for her. And hey, anywhere with booze is a place Mindfang would like to be. So when she happens to see the Summoner as she passes by, she hesitates, then heads over to see him, sitting and scooting next to him.

"Is this seat taken?" And she grins, trying to hide and take the edge off her nervousness.

[rebull]

He had time to prepare for her company, watching everything near him as always, even like this, but it still barely prepared him. Her appearance might be about the same but that female inside is still different and it makes him pretty uncomfortable. But..., she did just sit next to him, scooting close, it triggered some nostalgia and that's what probably helped the words to be coaxed from his liquor damp lips.

"By you." A shrug, managing a very slight smile as he tilts his head to make sure one of his massive horns is behind her head and not hitting her as he leans back.

[o8liter8]

"Feel like sharing the booze, or is this a bring-your-own kind of party?" She shrugs too, leaning back. He's not making any suspicious moves, so she lets herself relax.

"How are the wings? I never did get to ask you how they healed up."

[rebull]

A sigh, the liquid swirling when he passes the bottle her way, continuing to look forward.

"They're fine, grew in bigger and better. Guess that's a pretty normal thing, heh." A sigh.

"Dunno if uh, that's something I'll get used to right away.

[Action] Yeah this can't end well

[blessedbyfarore]

Link, in general, has a pretty extraordinary capacity for sleep. Tonight, though - or is it morning already? - sleep seems a little more elusive, and in a last-ditch attempt to tire himself out, he's taken to walking through the forest.

When he spots the troll leaning against the tree, he pauses for a moment, surprised, before smiling faintly.

"Hi, Lysunder... you can't sleep either?"

[Action] Naaaaah, it'll be fine.

[rebull]

Join the club. Sleep has always been an illusive wonder to Summoner, well, ever since he got older anyway. He used to love flying off to never never land when he was younger.

"Hey, saw you comin'." A smile. "An' heh, yeah, uh, nothing really new with that though, to be honest, anyway. Shouldn't you be sleepin' though?"

[Action]

[blessedbyfarore]

Link settles down crosslegged nearby, leaning against another tree. "I tried, but I'm not really tired yet, so I went for a walk to make myself more tired..."

He shrugs a little, glancing at the bottle. "What's that?"

[Action]

[rebull]

"Spirits, want a drink?" A smirk, holding out the bottle.

"It can help you calm down and get to sleep too, heh."

[aim_exorable]

And at some point, Darkleer can be found at his side.

Really, it's so hard not to just slip back into his usual stealth ways, which is how he nearly seems to appear out of thin air as he kneels down to calmly sit besides Summoner. Yes, he knows there technically isn't much of a reason to just... fade into the background, but he so often does. Habits die hard.

"Enjoying yourself?"

[rebull]

Darkleer is one of the people he has a hell of a time tracking, even with ears and eyes everywhere. But he;s used to how the other shifts and sways through the shadows so Darkleer's sudden appearance only gains a slight jolt from the winged troll before he glances over.

"Now I am."

[aim_exorable]

"Flattery is not going to get you anywhere tonight, Lysunder." Still, he offers a very small smile before nodding to the drink. He has a feeling he knows why the other is indulging tonight, but he won't bring it up.

"So, what poison have you chosen tonight?"

[rebull]

"Aww." A smile, opening his sylladex and takes out his triforce earrings. He moves his earrings to his ears and his horns shift in size quickly. Summoner uses the extra room to lounge out on Darkleer's lap like a cat, breathing deep as he stretches over the other's legs.

"Hmm, bourbon, or whatever it's called."

[echigo_wargod]

It was hardly unusual to see the samurai lord with a Thermos filled with sake. Today was no different. His recent losses were hitting him hard. He had allowed himself to draw close to another, his own mistake.

However, he wasn't trying to drink his sorrows away. Instead he was out looking at the beauty of the scenery, attempting to fill his mind with other thoughts. He never wished to forget Selphie, just the sorrow of her leaving.

Kenshin stopped, finding another drinking as well. "Beautiful scenery, is it not?"

[rebull]

No drinking his sorrows away here, well, not permanently anyway. Perhaps he was trying to drown them out for a little while. It was just... too loud in his head with all that self pity and frustration. The cloud of booze in his mind was doing him right, even if Summoner knows it'll do him no good sober.

"Eh, I've seen better." A smirk, having had watched the other a little as he lingered over, followed with him with a few small birds. But he focused on his own sight now as he leaned his back against the tree behind him.

"But I guess this place isn't so bad."

[echigo_wargod]

"This place is not home and will never compare to the beauty of Echigo," Kenshin agreed. "However, it does have its merits." He took a rather large sip of sake from his thermos.

Nothing would compare to his dear home. It was a place he protected with his life. Here he only protected as it was the place he temporarily called home. There was no way he'd give up his home without a fight.

[rebull]

"Echigo- uh, being home I take. And I guess it does, but I- heh, I'm getting a little tired of forcing myself to look at the silver lining here." Summoner feels the same way about his own home. Even though he now knows Alternia's fate, he still has a duty and still must follow his path. In Vatheon Summoner tried not to bring his war, but he still brought his morals and instincts, he'd used them as he needed to, but, never would he bring his goals. Those stayed home and would always be there, waiting for him.

At least that thought was comforting.

[grandhighblood]

[The highblood spends a lot of time in the forest lately. It's a good place for strife, and when he wants strife, it'd be useful to know his surroundings a little better. He's learned to use his sylladex again, dusting it off and taking it for a spin, Jokerkind specibus.

While taking a steady hike deeper into the woods, he randomly looks to the side in the distance and then has to do a double take. Seeing the bright-haired troll on the ground, sort of slouched over, vulnerable...well, it's weird, sort of? Either way, he doubles back and sort of slowly lumbers on over, pretty sure that he sees him coming over.]

[rebull]

[He sees you, aaaannd whatever. Summoner takes another drink from his bottle. His posture's rather terrible, wings blanketing the ground on either side of him between his back and the tree behind him. Summoner sighs, moving his free hand up and through his red hair, glancing down at the ground that he's not really paying attention to.]

Not your act, clowntown, wait till the ring leader announces you in.

[grandhighblood]

[He bristles at the circus pun, sneering, and taking in the sort of stupid looking sight. His gaze goes from the booze, to the wings, then back at the troll in general. He's...not moving? Or whatever. He might as well be ignoring him!

Not cool.]

It ain't you, motherfucker, so I suggest you all shut the mother fuck up.

[Just stares, both a little annoyed and confused at the same time. OK, being drunk is one thing, but completely not even considering him a threat is another. That's...wrong. There's something wrong with the little shit.]

[rebull]

No. [Flipping you off now, and downing another swig of that bottle.]