Richter Belmont (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hopepainandshit) wrote2024-01-16 11:42 pm
hopepainandshit) wrote2024-01-16 11:42 pm
TLV: IC Inbox
[Voice | Video | Text | Action]
[Voice | Video | Text | Action]
Checking in.
How are you doing after the breach?
How are you doing after the breach?
I dunno. Felt like being in a story or something. Can't say I enjoyed it, but I dunno why people seem to make such a big fuss about it.
...having a daemon was the weirdest part, I think.
...having a daemon was the weirdest part, I think.
Maybe I was just used to it. It happened once before to me, here.
What was yours?
What was yours?
Harpy eagle, I think. Never heard of it before that, but it suited her. I remember my mum had an eagle owl, too.
How about you?
How about you?
[Trevor gives a warm, sad smile]
Hawk.
Have a guess at Dracula's.
Hawk.
Have a guess at Dracula's.
Please tell me it was a giant fucking bat.
God, don't I wish.
No. It was a giant fucking cat. Long fangs like his, too. Regal shit.
No. It was a giant fucking cat. Long fangs like his, too. Regal shit.
[That gets a short laugh despite himself.]
Giant evil cat getting the shit kicked out of it by a bunch of angry birds. Feels fitting.
Giant evil cat getting the shit kicked out of it by a bunch of angry birds. Feels fitting.
Glad you picked up on that too. Hope that cat got regularly pecked and shat on.
So...
What are you up to?
So...
What are you up to?
Letting my dog try and break my ribs.
[He takes a moment to turn on his video, and Tiffany is sprawled across his chest. She's getting bigger now, her eyes watching Richter adoringly.]
Say hi to grandpa Trevor, Tiff.
[And she looks at the camera, tail flipping a few little wags before she turns her head away to get comfortable, and Richter sniggers.]
[He takes a moment to turn on his video, and Tiffany is sprawled across his chest. She's getting bigger now, her eyes watching Richter adoringly.]
Say hi to grandpa Trevor, Tiff.
[And she looks at the camera, tail flipping a few little wags before she turns her head away to get comfortable, and Richter sniggers.]
[Trevor’s face warms as he gives a soft smile back at the dog. He won’t say so, but he’s feeling…very, very lonely. That same loneliness that aches sometimes. So it’s nice to just talk about harmless shit with his not!child]
Hi, Tiffany. You being a good girl for your dad?
Hi, Tiffany. You being a good girl for your dad?
[One ear flicks, and she gives a big yawn.]
We're gonna go do some training in the Enclosure in a bit, actually. You want to come with?
We're gonna go do some training in the Enclosure in a bit, actually. You want to come with?
I know you're stalking me.
I'm up on deck.
I'm up on deck.
...no you don't.
[Busted, but not ashamed in the slightest.]
Be there soon.
[But it's nice being given directions.]
[Busted, but not ashamed in the slightest.]
Be there soon.
[But it's nice being given directions.]
He's sitting in a chair, only looking back when Richter arrives.
"You'd be stupid if you weren't. And you aren't stupid."
"You'd be stupid if you weren't. And you aren't stupid."
Somehow Richter still wasn't quite prepared to see him in the flesh again. Like how from behind, he could almost pretend he'd get that brilliant smile when Corvo turned, that Emmaline would peek out from his collar.
The sullen, tired look he gets wipes the thought in an instant, and he just shrugs.
"Thought you deserved a few days to get your head on straight before I came and bothered you about it," he says instead.
The sullen, tired look he gets wipes the thought in an instant, and he just shrugs.
"Thought you deserved a few days to get your head on straight before I came and bothered you about it," he says instead.
Corvo doesn't look at him. He looks over him, past his shoulder. Because if he looks at his face, he'll see his face, he'll see himself, he'll see Emily. He'll see how much Jessamine would have loved him for the fighter he is.
He doesn't want to see any of that.
"Well, that remains to be seen. I spent six months in Coldridge, boy. I can do a few days here."
He doesn't want to see any of that.
"Well, that remains to be seen. I spent six months in Coldridge, boy. I can do a few days here."
"Yeah? How long between Coldridge and here?" Because by all accounts it sounded like everything was already in motion by the time Corvo was dragged in.
He's nosy, but it's a useful comparison point.
He's nosy, but it's a useful comparison point.
"Three months. Two, maybe." He turns back around. "I lost count of the days and weeks."
It had been easy to do. The days just - blended together.
It had been easy to do. The days just - blended together.
"Right, so. Giving you a few days seems like a courtesy that no-one else's bloody done for you," he points out dryly. "So I think you've fucking earned that."
"Good. So the first breach was fucking - terrible," he mutters. "Do they get worse, I wonder?"
"I'm not sure, that was my first, too." He grabs another deck chair as he walks closer and drags it next to Corvo's, sitting on that instead of claiming the end of his chair. "I've heard people talk about a zombie one before. Must be all sorts."
He watches him, quickly looking away.
"We have something like those at home. Or, at least what I've heard of zombies," he explains.
"We have something like those at home. Or, at least what I've heard of zombies," he explains.
"I know they exist, but I haven't really encountered them myself," he comments easily, but he keeps watching Corvo with bland curiosity. "Mostly we fought night creatures and vampires. I used to hunt a little as well, when money was tight, I guess the breach sort of used that for me instead."
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