A LAWFUL WASTELAND
Dec. 8th, 2022 04:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
counterattack[ it's December 8. Law turns 18 today. at this point, he's been living in Copalli for over a year. during the final relic fiasco, he achieved trance within about five seconds (because it's basically overlimit) and faced Tiamat in her castle because he had a score to settle with dragons (dragons, wyverns, same shit) and had enough taking shit from these mother fucking guardians in this mother fucking jungle. it was epic.
anyway, it's a few months later and Law lives in Tikal again, down at the bottom of the crater. they've built bridges and pulleys aboveground, as well as created a system to keep the crater from filling with water when it rains. although most of his farm was lost during Tikal's fall, he's rebuilt it bigger and better than ever and repopulated it with even more chickens, hogs, cows and even a few semi-domesticated mist monsters. there's also proper crops, probably due in part to at least one friend or another planting on the huge expanse of land he's set up there. he also rebuilt the inn that collapsed on top of him back then, and this time it's actually finished. he got a local business manager to help run the place and they export animal products and crops all over Copalli. the inn is booming. it's great.
all is well.
except now it's his birthday and Law is just trying to go about his business like he doesn't know that, strapping on his fancy wolf gauntlets and shouldering a big pack of supplies to go make some delivery trips to the other cities. nothin' to see here, not ya lil dude all growed up, a solid 5'9" (and a half) with some cool tribal tats done over his wyvern scars and something of a more mature countenance, buuuuuttt still the dweebo dorkus doofus meathead he's always been.
ANYWAY, THIS IS #LATERGRAM INCENSEDVERSE. medallion him, meet him at any of the cities, fight monsters together on the road, pretend there was a party planned that he's trying to sneak out of showing up to, WHATEVER WORKS. ]
anyway, it's a few months later and Law lives in Tikal again, down at the bottom of the crater. they've built bridges and pulleys aboveground, as well as created a system to keep the crater from filling with water when it rains. although most of his farm was lost during Tikal's fall, he's rebuilt it bigger and better than ever and repopulated it with even more chickens, hogs, cows and even a few semi-domesticated mist monsters. there's also proper crops, probably due in part to at least one friend or another planting on the huge expanse of land he's set up there. he also rebuilt the inn that collapsed on top of him back then, and this time it's actually finished. he got a local business manager to help run the place and they export animal products and crops all over Copalli. the inn is booming. it's great.
all is well.
except now it's his birthday and Law is just trying to go about his business like he doesn't know that, strapping on his fancy wolf gauntlets and shouldering a big pack of supplies to go make some delivery trips to the other cities. nothin' to see here, not ya lil dude all growed up, a solid 5'9" (and a half) with some cool tribal tats done over his wyvern scars and something of a more mature countenance, buuuuuttt still the dweebo dorkus doofus meathead he's always been.
ANYWAY, THIS IS #LATERGRAM INCENSEDVERSE. medallion him, meet him at any of the cities, fight monsters together on the road, pretend there was a party planned that he's trying to sneak out of showing up to, WHATEVER WORKS. ]
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Date: 2022-12-08 11:43 pm (UTC)Even the natives know, Law.
[ like, duh??? ]
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Date: 2022-12-08 11:45 pm (UTC)Wait, seriously?! Why would they know that? I didn't mention it to anybody! I-I mean, I was here last year, but that was just... I mean... I hadn't been here that long or anything.
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Date: 2022-12-08 11:51 pm (UTC)Your friends probably told them. I think they're throwing a... "birthday party" for you.
[ /JUST RUINS THE SURPRISE ]
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Date: 2022-12-09 05:02 am (UTC)...Oh. It's Dodo again, I bet. I just kinda had this feeling...
[ wait, but will he get thrown across the room by a hot/evil redhead again this time? possible merit here ]
Wait, how come you're saying it like you've never heard of it before?
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Date: 2022-12-09 05:08 am (UTC)Dodo?
[ he can throw you across the room if you want ]
I know what a birthday party is. [ HE CAN READ CONTEXT CLUES /eyeroll ] I've never attended one before, though. I don't know what they entail.
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Date: 2022-12-09 05:51 am (UTC)[ last year was Very Different, seeing as they'd all very recently arrived in Copalli and not all of their friends had been around at the time.
also bitch are you a redhead?? ]
It's—they're kinda what they sound like. You just celebrate somebody getting older. Usually with food and drinks and stuff, and sometimes you give gifts. Where I'm from, we'd put treats or little trinkets or even money inside clay pinatas, then break them.
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Date: 2022-12-09 05:55 am (UTC)[ bitch he COULD be. literally. he could be. find him a redhead to possess ]
That sounds... interesting. My friends don't celebrate theirs, and I don't have one. So.
[ no parties for him ]
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Date: 2022-12-09 04:19 pm (UTC)[ "weird poetry" is him actually being polite. listen, dohalim taught him about art and he actually is kinda into drawing and stuff now, but miss him with that damn poetry. it's too abstract for his caveman brain.
also yeah don't do that, there's something wrong with redheads. ]
Don't have one...? You just don't remember it, you mean.
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Date: 2022-12-11 08:00 pm (UTC)[ he likes poetry, ok. silly little humans and their silly little art forms. ]
The concept of "day" and "night" didn't yet exist at the time. So, by definition, I can't have a birthday.
Also, I wasn't born, per se.
[ hashtag normal things ]
Why are you trying to hide yours?
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Date: 2022-12-11 11:05 pm (UTC)[ says the guy trying to avoid having a party, apparently. ]
I'm not hiding it, just—I dunno, it feels weird. I didn't celebrate mine for a long time, up until last year. And after everything that's happened this year, it... yeah. Feels weird.