Filbo Fiddlepie (
ahelpingpaw) wrote in
unknownseas2021-03-13 09:53 pm
WE'RE STILL HERE AND THAT'S WHAT MATTERS FOR GRUMP'S SAKE
[Well today was quite the unusual way. Filbo pretty much went into his room and collapsed on his bed and just fainted because hey, everything that happened? It's overwhelming. Bluuuuuuuh.
A few hours later, once he recovered somewhat, Filbo just goes and gets paper. This is a ridiculous situation, but...hey, no matter what, stuff needs to be done]
I know today was a really weird day, but let's try to gather and see what happens. There will be ice cream at the ice cream parlor in half an hour. With everything that happened we really should try to at least not forget we need to stick together for whatever reason.
---Filbo Fiddlepie (pawprint)
[Geez.
Well, he goes and does exactly what he said: this time it isn't booze, it's all kinds of ice cream available for anyone who comes. The tables all have spoons and water because really, this is going to be a whole lot of sugar for everyone. Better this than alcohol, especially since things clearly have gone off the rails one way or another, so may as well gorge yourself with ice cream and try to gather your wits for whatever the next week can bring]
A few hours later, once he recovered somewhat, Filbo just goes and gets paper. This is a ridiculous situation, but...hey, no matter what, stuff needs to be done]
---Filbo Fiddlepie (pawprint)
[Geez.
Well, he goes and does exactly what he said: this time it isn't booze, it's all kinds of ice cream available for anyone who comes. The tables all have spoons and water because really, this is going to be a whole lot of sugar for everyone. Better this than alcohol, especially since things clearly have gone off the rails one way or another, so may as well gorge yourself with ice cream and try to gather your wits for whatever the next week can bring]

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Davy Jones is...uh, an old spirit of the sea. I'm sure he knows all sorts of things we can't even imagine -- there's no way he's gonna get hurt by that thing.
[Don't make assertations you can't prove true, Filbo]
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Flayn, meanwhile, slowly pulls the ice cream bowl over and eats small, delicate spoonfulls.]
...That is true. When you live and experience so much for so long, you do learn many things.
[She wishes she were conscious for more of her life.]
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[He's not that old, Filbo, hah]
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[She's self aware she's naive.]
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[Looks like Filbo is unaware of the Flayn sleep, goodness]
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I was injured. Severely so. My body needed the time and rest to recover...and I have to wonder, sometimes, if it made it so I stayed as I am for so long. [Small and way too young-looking, she means.] My mother died, in that same battle. I did not know until I woke.
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[Unless she was conscious of how much time was passing while she slept, which probably would be worse, really]
Maybe you staying like this was an unforeseen consequence. Leaving that aside, uh...then what's your age? I mean, how many years do you remember being alive and not...asleep?
[Maybe the physical appearance really is closer to her "real" age, he thinks]
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She thinks pretty hard about that.]
...Seventeen...from my birth to when I was injured. And then I woke up in...Imperial Year 1162? That is what my Father said. Then there was the Monastery, and the War...
[Counting on her fingers...]
...An additional 22 years! So maybe I should look as if I am thirty nine? Hm, but my Father claimed to others that he was thirty-five, and he has aged normally, so it does not make sense to appear older than him...
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[In general she'd even be one of the older ones in this game, goodness]
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[You just eat whatever root veggies and pickled/preserved fish your dad brings home, read the same books countless times, and desperately want to go for a long walk but can't risk being discovered by strangers.]