yves & marcoh

[noirges]

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[noirges]

[ HELP!!! MARCOH YOU ARE JUST SO STACKED

but yves will just continue to make the gesture to usher him in... come in... come on... :) ]

Yeah! Monsieur Lucas.

[boxcar]

[ Shuffles in bc this building isn't one of the ones Cola said had a comparatively lower ceiling. ]

I didn't realise you knew each other. So you're both from the... Ar...pe...?

[ Honestly he's thinking Archipelago but that's probably wrong. ]

[noirges]

Arpéchéle!

[ helpfully ]

Me, Monsieur Lucas, and Adolphe are all from the same place. We're friends! Even though I wish we weren't dead friends together. [ just to acknowledge that, even though he's otherwise seeming chipper about it ]

See anyone you recognize here?

[boxcar]

Yes. That.

You all came together? Was it the same thing, the sacrifice?

[ This seems like a lot of dead people for a noble sacrifice. ]

I don't see anyone.

[noirges]

[ shakes head ]

No... They died before I did, couple years. Different causes.

[ he won't go into detail because that's their business, but he can at least clarify ]

Ah... I don't know whether to say I'm glad or not... Well, you at least have me to rely on if you need anything or are looking for a helping hand.

[boxcar]

A couple of years? But you woke up here together?

[ Then again someone told him they're from 2016. WILD year to consider. ]

[noirges]

[ oh my god.....

yves nods at that though. ]

Strange, isn't it? And... we don't all remember the same series of events before we died. [ though again, not really his business to tell ]

But they're still my friends. I know that. It just... doesn't all line up quite right.

[boxcar]

It's not good, but maybe it is a sort of blessing to have familiar faces you can rely on.

They both seem like good men. You too.

[noirges]

Ahaha, they outshine me in every way. But thank you.

Same to you, Marcoh. [ glances back over at the selection behind the bar ] Now, can I get you a drink? Or a juice?

[boxcar]

You seem modest.

Are you a bartender?

[ He looks around at the stuff... ]

You can get me anything that sounds good. I'm not picky.

[noirges]

Hmm... I'm a handyman who takes up a bunch of different work orders—though I've fulfilled requests at the taverns before. They say they prefer when I'm a helper than when I'm a customer!

[ a little joke, and then he'll look around before going to pull two mixed drinks!! different ones, just to enjoy variety. ]

How about? What'd you do before we ended up here?

[boxcar]

...

[ He doesn't sit, he just stands. He sees to be mulling how to answer. ]

Boxing.

[noirges]

Oohh, that explains your mean hook!

[ he doesn't bring attention to the pause if marcoh doesn't want to... slides the mixed drink over to him ]

Did you enjoy it?

[boxcar]

[ He accepts the drink with a nod. ]

I did. It paid better than most everyman jobs I worked. I probably spent more time fighting than working anyway. I was better at it too.

[noirges]

Ooh, do you have any stories from your boxing days? Any championship titles?

[boxcar]

It was the underground sort. But I did have a winning streak.

[noirges]

So you were the strongest...

[ said with a little bit of awe... ooohhh very cool monsieur marcoh ]

[boxcar]

Ay. It was important that I keep winning. I trained hard to come out on top.

[ The insane depths behind his A+ in Diligence. ]

[noirges]

[ HE'S THE MOST DILIGENT OF US ALL!!! ]

I bet! That's amazing!

You know, now that I think about it, you're about as tall as my old teacher who taught me and Adolphe how to fight. He's the strongest person I've ever known, too.

[boxcar]

Strength doesn't come from nowhere. I owe a lot to my coach too.

Do you fight often? I saw Adolphe has a sword.

[noirges]

Mm-hmm! Adolphe's in charge of the Corps in our country... It's a people's militia to protect the public since the Royal Guard are often [ a beat ] preoccupied.

He's the strongest, but I don't think I'm too shabby either.

[boxcar]

Corps... that means you are soldiers?

[ He nods once, slow over his drink. ]

Take responsibility in your own hands when others can't. It sounds commendable.

[noirges]

Ahaha, it was actually our teacher who started it... Even though he was a nobleman from Chedis, he wanted to make sure that we had people who would be able to protect even the poorer districts in Coene if trouble arose.

[ and trouble always arises! ]

But... you're right. I'm proud to be able to protect others in my country.

[boxcar]

He sounds noble.

[ Respects this already. ]

What kind of trouble happens?

[noirges]

Mm... Sometimes disputes among civilians. We have a type of person in our population called Relivers who - how do I put this... Sometimes, they lose touch with certain emotions. That can be empathy or shame, which can lead to fights...

[ sips idly on his drink ]

The Royal Family might also cause trouble by abusing their power... or other crimes come up...