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Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, local cryptid ([personal profile] nastyboy) wrote in [community profile] victory_road2021-02-03 02:39 pm
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[closed] February Catch All

Who: Team Femblemtroika (Grant, Chip, Dimitri, Sylvain, Claude, Felix, Dedue, Ashe) with occasional Guest Stars Jinx, Razor, Karako, and others
When: All of February
Where: Mostly Ecruteak, and the roads surrounding it, probably
What: Watch this polycule take over all of Johto!

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[personal profile] lightningfang 2021-02-26 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
You need meat. Makes you strong.

[Despite how insistent Razor is, Sylvain's behavior is very confusing and concerning to him. He can see as clearly as anyone that Sylvain is weak and upset, but he's smiling. It isn't natural for Razor, but he knows that humans do it when they're happy, but it's painfully obvious that Sylvain is not.

Razor gives him the same sort of look he would an injured packmate; frown deep, eyes wide -- a look of distress, borderline fear.]

Why... do you smile?
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[personal profile] gautsome 2021-02-26 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
[For the span of a few heartbeats, Sylvain can only stare at Razor. His mouth hands open ever so slightly.]

It's... to reassure you?

[Yes, Sylvain is ignoring Razor's insistence outright now. It isn't even entirely intentional, either. He's taken aback by the question, put on the defensive so readily, that he can't comprehend responding to anything else.

He's used to his friends seeing through his disguise, of course. But has he truly slipped so badly that even a near stranger can see through him?]

I told you, Razor. I'm okay.
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[personal profile] lightningfang 2021-02-26 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
[That doesn't make any sense, but Razor doesn't argue about it. His eyes flicker away from Sylvain's, as he suddenly finds himself intensely uncomfortable meeting the man's gaze, like he's worried something is about to snap and throw everything out of balance.

He knows what a lie is. Doesn't understand the necessity of it, as with many human things, but he still knows of it. Sylvain must have a reason for telling him a lie, but he doesn't want to challenge him. So he defers, looking down and staying silent.

Pup, satisfied that Inda has eaten, pads over and licks Razor's hand with her ears pulled back.]
gautsome: (i wont hesitate)

[personal profile] gautsome 2021-03-01 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Inda also returns to her trainer's side, clambering up onto the chair and then sitting across his lap. Before she can get a good look at his face, that false smile disappears, giving away to something a little more neutral. He fixes his gaze down on Inda, lifting his brows at her as he strokes over her purple leaves.]

How about a fry, sweetheart? [He fishes two out of the bag -- placing one into his mouth. He holds it between his teeth and motions to himself, before holding it out to Inda. She stares up at him, clutching the fry between her two tiny hands, before mimicking him. Satisfied, Sylvain eats his own as well, before grabbing a handful more. He holds it between the two of them, picking at it here and there.

At least Razor could be assured that he was eating, even if only a little? Sylvain even glances up toward him with a half-smile. This one, at least, is genuine.]
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