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avalononline2021-12-20 05:53 pm
silky_bearing) wrote in avalononline2021-12-20 05:53 pm
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.))
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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We've been trying to wake him all day.
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[pause...] That is, if we are certain it was a potion?
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It has not yet been 24 hours and there's nothing to say he did not mistake whatever this is for something else we brought with us in the wee hours of the morning. I know it is silly to worry, at least until tomorrow but... [He raises a hand, gesturing dismissively at his anxieties in general.
He can't help being worried about his boyfriend okay.]
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How lucky Claude is to have someone so steadfast at his side. [Hehe.]
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Naira is certainly a reassurance at the moment, yes. Even if she is just as lazy as her master sometimes.
[It's clear he doesn't mean anything by it, nothing more than a bit of good natured teasing even as he leans over to stroke a finger down the little wyvern's back.]
Not at all surprised that she would take the opportunity to spend the day lounging around in bed.
I wasn't aware that you were familiar with Claude. Though I really should assume everyone is at this point. The man does not know how to keep his nose out of others' business.[If Claude didn't want him expressing his irritation at everyone under the sun then he should be awake to tell him to stoppit. Clearly.]
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[Rinea wrinkles her nose before she can stop herself, remembering the incident. Claude is a very nice person, but now that she thinks about it, most of their interactions involved some sort of self-inflicted trouble. That is kind of, uhhhhhhhhh,
ANYWAY,]
I-- I do not wish to speak ill of him, of course! I find him a very skilled orator. But perhaps Claude's current state is not so much of a surprise to me as it would be, considering his, um... his risk-taking nature.
[Rinea's expression is now looking a little helpless. YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT SHES TRYING TO SAY RIGHT LORENZ. PLEASE SAY YES]
You seem quite used to him, yourself!
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[And there's a hint of mischief in his expression this time.]
I have had the better part of a decade to grow accustomed to his antics so I should hope so. Though he does still manage to surprise me sometimes. [Something that, if she's paying close attention, brings both a fond smile and a hint of a blush to his cheeks.]
Risk-taking is something of an understatement, I daresay.