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: 2022-12-22 09:40 pm (UTC)It's hard to miss, and he hates it -- the slight hesitation between either of them that stretches out between "hi" and "hello." The inner battle between regret and the resolute desire to move forward. Is there a point when something is too broken to fix? How would you know you've reached that point, if you did? In that second before Law answers, Alphen wonders about that, as he often does...and he finds himself exhaling when he hears a response. As he often does. The smile broadens.]
I sure did. You cleaned?
[It's not that it's not noticeable, it's just that he...hasn't...noticed. But now that Law points it out and he looks around...he nods.]
It does look good. All ready for [...u-uhh. For what? For nothing, that's what. Nothing at all.
He pivots with:]
Hey, wanna give it a try? Mabo curry. I think I've finally got it down.
[He's lucked out once or twice recently and it's turned out perfect, but before that, it was still a little on the hot side. So he's trying to see if he can get it right for real, without lucking out.]
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Date: 2022-12-25 04:38 am (UTC)[ Disregard that ever so slightly nervous oh. Listen—look. He's basically been through all the stages of Alphen and his cooking... twice now, technically? The Hell (Literal) stage, the Trying His Best stage, the Bless His Heart It's Edible stage, and the Holy Shit, This Is Genius stage. Back home, and then again here, and it's all basically played out the same. Trouble is, since they got to Copalli, Law has never seemed to have a free brain cell available to remember what stage they're at, so he either finds himself overly unwilling or entirely too willing to eat whatever Alphen's made, depending on how stupid he is that day.
He can't remember what stage they're at now, either. Like... no mask, but when was it he stopped killing everybody with the curry? Did he ever? There was definitely a point when it wasn't lethal, yeah.... probably... oh well. You know what? He's feeling ready for a little risk. And hey, putting potentially dangerous food in front of him is a great way to distract him from wondering what it is he's supposed to be ready for! ]
You get that set up, I'm just gonna... grab something real quick.
[ The "something" that he grabs is from the storage over in what could loosely be called his kitchen, kept cold courtesy some ice flan leavings: milk.
If he's gonna do this, he's gonna come prepared. It's the only way. He just... gently places that bottle on the table along with everything else as he sits down. ]
I knew there was a reason I decided to keep this around instead of shipping it off with the rest.