Audience - Jacopo

[holyspirits]

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[obdure]

[ ... okay... ]

So you were already here.

[holyspirits]

In this case, I've been hanging out here in general. I didn't beat you there.

[ they do sound very hehe about it tho ]

[obdure]

[ Squints... But this is fine. ]

Was there a box for you and the other two under the tree?

[holyspirits]

The trinkets? Sure. It's a quirk of this place. They don't stick around, but it's interesting to see what comes up.

[ casual ]

[obdure]

Have you opened yours, then?

[ HE IS CURIOUS ]

[holyspirits]

Yeah. It was an old picture of my parents.

[ they don't care about sharing that information??? ]

[obdure]

I see.

[ Well, he isn't the most interested in knowing what their parents looked like.

He will just fetch his own box. ]

I hope it's considered a good gift.

[holyspirits]

Eh. [ eh. ] It's one I had a long time ago; like I said, they're just temporary trinkets. I don't mind if it is good or not.

[ lifting up on their toesies to look at his box ]

Are you going to check yours out now?

[obdure]

Actual gifts are meant to be good, or at least well-intentioned.

[ he would rather die than give a bad gift ]

Yes. [ Suspiciously looks at them. ] I'm assuming you want to see.

[holyspirits]

Actual gifts also don't immediately vanish the day after, so I dunno if these really count.

[ they have their hands linked behind their back. the picture of innocence ]

Well, if you're going to do it in front of me...

[obdure]

Gifts are still gifts.

[ Watches them for a bit before he starts unraveling his gift. ]

You think you're being coy, don't you.

[holyspirits]

No, I think I'm being funny by being obvious. [ they are being a little shit on purpose, is what they are saying ] And I figured if you didn't want me to know, you wouldn't have started asking about them anyway.

[obdure]

Right, right.

[ IT MAY BE THE SAME GIFT ALL TUESDAY, but i want the npcs to see different things for fun.

When he opens it, it's a little bastard sword keychain. On the blade, it's purposely crafted to look worn with scratches and scuffs. ]

These are a little charming.

[holyspirits]

[ it's fine timelines aren't real. their head tilt ]

Is that sword familiar to you? It looks like it's meant to be a specific one.

[obdure]

It is, but I don't think you'd want to know the story here.

[ For their own sensibilities... ]

[holyspirits]

Okay, but you know saying that just makes me more curious, right?

[obdure]

[ More seriously, then. ]

It's morbid.

[holyspirits]

It's a sword, I'm not stupid.

[ dry ]

[obdure]

Nobles also take sword-fighting as a sport, you know.

[ Which is innocuous... Usually. ]

It's a plain sword, but I killed the previous lord with this one.

[holyspirits]

Don't tell me you take up fencing.

[ but oh. lore. they tilt their head ]

The previous lord? [ ??? ] Were you trying to take his place?

[obdure]

Well, he was a cruel man... Killed his court and civilians if they disagreed with him. Slaughtered his slaves when he wanted to. Made a sport out of it with his other sick nobility friends and paraded them as banquets.

[ ... The broken mirror imagery returns, though for a moment. ]

He was an impostor and I was the last living heir. I simply took back what was mine.

[holyspirits]

[ real court drama... they are smart enough not to say it out loud ]

Sounds like he deserved it. [ maybe not something an angel should say! eh ] If you were the heir, how come he had it?

[obdure]

That's not a very angelic thing to say. [ BUT THEY'RE RIGHT. ] I was kidnapped as an infant... And, to begin with, my mother was a maid at the estate.

[ So like... ]

[holyspirits]

I'm going old testament. [ no, gam. but also they are once again thinking THIS IS SO ROYAL COURT DRAMA to themselves as they cross their arms ] Did that lord arrange to kidnap you so you couldn't stake the claim in the first place? Since you were probably... "illegitimate".

[obdure]

It could be intended he wanted me dead, but the brigands thought they could make some coin selling me off or something. It's a common story.

[ To be sold into slavery, etc. ]

However it happened, I got off easy living in the slums for most of my years instead of being six feet under. Not that it matters...

[ Because he's dead. ]