avalononline | Video: @rose_of_gloucester (Post-Solstice)

[Lorenz is folded in on himself, tucked tightly onto an armchair with his legs under him. He's doing his best to look as irritated and haughty as ever but there's a little edge of something heavier under that.]

Has anyone had much luck with potions work yet? [He holds a small, empty bottle up, some small trace of liquid still left inside it.] I've no idea what he meant to accomplish with whatever this is but-

[He's quick to redirect the camera before he either reveals how worried he is or just surrenders to his frustration. One is as likely as the other at this point. The camera pans down to show that his chair is tucked up beside a bed... a bed where one Claude von Riegan lies, suspiciously peaceful, clearly deep asleep. His familiar, a small wyvern about the size of a housecat, curled up on his chest snoring softly. Though she squirms a little when the light from Lorenz' phone shines on her, flopping one wing over her head.... and smacking it directly into Claude's face.

Not that he responds.]

We can't get him to wake up for anything and while I can't be too concerned, it's likely his own fault. Honestly. Always sticking his nose in things-

Well. Naira isn't concerned so I doubt he's in any danger but we need to be returning to Camelot before long. Of course he'd play with these things and not stop to consider how inconvenient it is for the rest of us cleaning up his messes. [The camera turns back to him, fingers rubbing at his brow as he wills down his annoyance. It's so much easier to be irritated than it is to twist himself into knots with worry.]

If we can't find a way to wake him I may have to ask someone far sturdier and more agile than myself to carry his sorry hide back to Camelot.

((OOC: There is no actual potion mishaps here but no one is surprised that's what Lorenz suspects. Flayn is hovering around Claude too so expect responses from one or both of them. Not like anyone is worried about this idiot.))

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[Don't call him on it Baiken, it's better for everyone.]

Since last night.... he wouldn't wake up this morning and now...

[Well it's getting late and Claude, much as he likes naps, isn't one to laze about all day without getting bored. Never mind sleeping like this.]

Did he do anything unusual the night before? Eat or drink anything weird?

Not that I was aware of but... this bottle seems to suggest otherwise. It's the only thing I can think of that might explain his condition.

[Watch it's just one of his everwarm potions from before they went out for solstice celebrations.]

Unless he tongue fucked that bottle dry, there's still going to be some remnants of its original contents in it. Get it tested.

Unless- he- [He splutters, eyes going wide briefly before he simply sighs and rolls his eyes instead, ignoring the first part entirely.]

That is why I was asking for someone that might be skilled in potions.

Gotcha... [ She must have missed hearing that part... Her fault for not always paying attention.

Though speaking of paying attention. ]

Hey, who's the kid, by the way?

.... kid?

[Absolutely does not register that she's talking about Flayn. ]

Green hair.

[ She'd point if she had a hand to spare. ]

Flayn? [He blinks, surprised, the scoffs, expression twisting into something derisive for a moment ]

She is not a child.

She is merely delicately composed. A cherished friend, wiser than her years, [Oh and he has to struggle not to laugh at that bit. ] and.... One that shares in Claude's affections.

[Flayn had been sitting on the edge of the bed, half-lost in thought, but when she hears this exchange she glances up, eyes slightly wide in disbelief. She stands and marches over to peer into the screen over Lorenz's shoulder, frowning.]

As a matter of fact, I am over three thousand years old. I shall thank you not to make such assumptions about people you do not know in the future. I have had quite enough of being treated like a child and I will no longer stand for it, not from anyone.

[ Honestly she'd been ready to leave it at Lorenz's description, since she was pretty close with May back home and she similarly was often mistaken for a child (even though Baiken didn't help matters by still calling her "kid", but hey). But then the girl herself spoke and... ]

The hell do you mean over three hundred years old?

Three thousand, thank you. My people are extremely long-lived compared to yours. I am uncertain what further explanation you require. I am, after all, hardly the only one here in Avalon of such an age.

[ Baiken groaned, having to set down her phone to rub at her face. ]

Look, I didn't mean to offend or whatever, but you can't just drop a fact like that and not expect normal humans like me to balk a little.

[What on earth? How can Claude of all people possibly be friends with such a rude and closed-minded woman?]

I can, actually. One would think that being here in this wonderful place where people from all manner of worlds and societies may come together in friendship would broaden your horizons, but it appears not. It is quite the insult to say that humans are 'normal' and thus all others are irregular at best! People are people, regardless of what sort of people they are. If you are truly Claude's friend, you certainly ought to know this by now.

I'm his ally and hired heavy, not his "friend"

[ Why did she respond the most aggressively to that? Also hadn't she already used the f-word on him already? Whatever, not the point. ]

Listen, kid [ just... a force of habit. ] I don't think of this place as "wonderful" and I don't interact a lot with non-humans. Maybe you should consider your own assumptions here, too.

Baiken.

[Lorenz had been content to simply hold the phone and let them hash this out but the moment Baiken calls her "kid" again he cannot hold his tongue. His tone shifts, very different from what she's used to hearing from him. Not the polite noble fretting about propriety or even half so lovesick as he has been of late but very much a voice accustomed to commanding troops and brooking no argument. Hard and scolding and, no matter how much he hates it, quite reminiscent of his father.]

I will accept that the two of you have a difference of opinion and perspective here but we have both told you in no uncertain terms that Flayn is no child.

Address her as such again and, friend or no, [Because he does consider her a friend, thank you very much.] there will be consequences.

[Even if she's going to pretend not to care about it.]

I wasn't calling her a child! [ Baiken fussed, but then remembered... oh wait. she did. ]

My point is... [ Wait, did she have a point? ]

My point is he's probably fine.

[ There. That's better(???) ]

You did, in fact.

[No, Flayn doesn't intend to let Baiken just sweep this under the rug and pretend it never happened. But she's less angry than she could be, given that Baiken somehow doesn't seem to even realize what she said. Flayn is starting to suspect that she just doesn't think before words fall out of her mouth. Which isn't great, but at least she's probably not being a dick about it on purpose.

Flayn folds her hands in an attempt to de-escalate things, though her tone is still firm.]

I would appreciate an apology, if you would. As you may imagine, I have had a most stressful day. Perhaps Claude is fine, as you say, and tomorrow we shall all laugh at our worries, but I cannot help but have them nonetheless. I am a highly accomplished healer, and yet my magic could do nothing to wake him.

[She sighs.]

It truly saddens me to hear that you have not enjoyed your time in this place. Perhaps if you allowed yourself to have friends, rather than simply allies, you might find your way to at least a bit of happiness.

[ Flayn couldn't have known how badly that parting shot would go over. But if she still expected an apology, well...

Baiken's gaze narrowed, snatching up her phone again and her tone taking on a decidedly... dark quality. There's anger in her words, and not the sort that simply comes from annoyance or petty frustrations. ]

Where the hell do you get off lecturing me like that?

Video: @rose_of_gloucester (Post-Solstice)

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