[Nobunaga shows up with drinks, pulse pistol, and is torn between between punching Crichton or hugging him. Which is normal reaction to Hideyoshi getting injured. He's decided now seeing Crichton alive, he can think of death here like that: a severe injury. Gun, tequila, and whiskey are immediately handed over, but he has to dig into his batman utility belt (yes, thank you Spirit Halloween) for salt and limes.]
[He doesn't say anything right away, letting Crichton speak if he wants to.]
[He'd take the punch or the hug both with the same amount of humor. Yeah, yeah, he knows. It was stupid to go up against a possessed Jeff like that. He should have called for backup. Hindsight is 20-20.
But, just as soon as he's holstered his gun again and set the bottles of booze aside on the desk, he's going to make the decision easier on Nobunaga--by opening his own arms up for that hug.]
Thanks, man, for this and for finding my gun. I appreciate it so damn much.
[That does make it a lot easier!!! Nobunaga is not a hugging type. Shocking, really. The Demon King doesn't hug normally. Who could have ever guessed? But Crichton gets a million kinds of exceptions on account of being his first official friend and that means everything to him.]
[So he just leans into it and rests his forehead on Crichton's shoulder, the best he can do at hugging back.] I failed you already. You can't call me a lifesaver. Just a gun-saver. And as much as I love weapons, I can't fire everyone's guns on my own, I need soldiers to wield them. And you're not even a soldier, you're a non-combatant. Astronaut. Getting into danger worse than my soldiers... Tch!
[Grumpy huff! And kind of roughly bonks his head onto Crichton's shoulder.] What happened?
Hey, you can't be everywhere at once. It's my own fault for not telling you.
[That sad bonk makes him chuff out a soft laugh of his own. He's used to this type of reaction from Aeryn already. Now, she really might have decked him though. For his part, Crichton lightly headbutts Nobunaga back.]
For the record, I've been in a lot of fire-fights in my life for someone who isn't a soldier. I'm no stranger to being in peril.
[And yet, this one was the one that got him. Go figure.]
I found Jeff singing in the store and I tried to approach him. He knew I was onto him right away, I guess. He didn't feel like talking, so he strung me up with the decorations.
[There's a small smile at the headbutt back and he starts relaxing, calming down, though he definitely feels some of the Demon King ice creeping back in. The mention of Jeff gets him to pull back and arch eyebrows. Jeff was definitely acting weird, more than just Nobunaga's paranoia.]
Do you know what's wrong with him? Or... where he is now?
He's been possessed by a ghost. Might be one of the ghosts from on this ship. I'm sure he ran off after he stabbed me, so... no. I don't know where he is. But I do know that Bash is looking for him. Before you try to find him or do anything, you should talk to Bash. Jeff was--is--his boyfriend.
Yeah, I remember Jeff told me about him. [Makes a face, because ew gross. Nobunaga's like a five year old about such things.] I think Arthur said he's in the brig now. Not-Jeff. He was acting off, but I couldn't prove it, and he still knew what Jeff had done or not when I tried testing him. [Not completely what he did now with asking Crichton if he knew, since this was more getting onto the same page.]
There was a lot of fire damage, do you remember anything about that? It might have been when Jeff was captured.
[Nobunaga's face just... slowly goes very amused. THIS is why you're his friend, FOR SURE. It's something Hideyoshi would have said and done too, but with even less annoyance factor somehow.]
It's not that widespread. Plenty of costumes left, I promise. I'll cordon the burned area off. Maybe use some of those decoration tombstones. Anything you want on yours? A cool epitaph or something. [Yes, "cool." Nobunaga has gone so very native here.]
[He points at the useless television sitting in his room.] See that thing? It's a TV. The ones at home played shows and movies just like what we watched on the deck. Sometimes, in the middle of it, there would be an advertisement. A commercial, trying to sell something. That's all. They would show the same ones so often you started to have the memorized.
[He's less excited to explain the witch leg. If only it was something as cool as a future weapon.]
It was a decoration. A cheap plastic decoration. Pretty humiliating.
[He thinks about it.] Like being in a marketplace, the vendors trying to get your attention for wares. But in the middle of plays. The monks being less subtle about their indoctrination, instead of through storytelling, just breaking the story to sell things? Do I understand that right? Only, it's not all religious, sometimes it's the opposite. Food. Perhaps?
[A soft grin about the decoration.] I don't think it's that bad. Someday you might be able to look back and tell the story with a laugh. But perhaps not today. It's very unique at least. You can say no one else will have done it.
It sounded more interesting, until you said they had religious ones too. [BLECH!]
[A small grin.] Always. Make it interesting. Have you gotten food yet? You shouldn't start drinking on a completely empty stomach. Come on, let's get something. I'm sorry I missed Arthur. I'll bring him drinks later if he wishes.
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Date: 2022-10-13 08:34 pm (UTC)[Nobunaga shows up with drinks, pulse pistol, and is torn between between punching Crichton or hugging him. Which is normal reaction to Hideyoshi getting injured. He's decided now seeing Crichton alive, he can think of death here like that: a severe injury. Gun, tequila, and whiskey are immediately handed over, but he has to dig into his batman utility belt (yes, thank you Spirit Halloween) for salt and limes.]
[He doesn't say anything right away, letting Crichton speak if he wants to.]
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Date: 2022-10-13 08:46 pm (UTC)But, just as soon as he's holstered his gun again and set the bottles of booze aside on the desk, he's going to make the decision easier on Nobunaga--by opening his own arms up for that hug.]
Thanks, man, for this and for finding my gun. I appreciate it so damn much.
[Here he comes, bear hug imminent.]
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Date: 2022-10-13 08:54 pm (UTC)[So he just leans into it and rests his forehead on Crichton's shoulder, the best he can do at hugging back.] I failed you already. You can't call me a lifesaver. Just a gun-saver. And as much as I love weapons, I can't fire everyone's guns on my own, I need soldiers to wield them. And you're not even a soldier, you're a non-combatant. Astronaut. Getting into danger worse than my soldiers... Tch!
[Grumpy huff! And kind of roughly bonks his head onto Crichton's shoulder.] What happened?
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Date: 2022-10-17 09:38 pm (UTC)[That sad bonk makes him chuff out a soft laugh of his own. He's used to this type of reaction from Aeryn already. Now, she really might have decked him though. For his part, Crichton lightly headbutts Nobunaga back.]
For the record, I've been in a lot of fire-fights in my life for someone who isn't a soldier. I'm no stranger to being in peril.
[And yet, this one was the one that got him. Go figure.]
I found Jeff singing in the store and I tried to approach him. He knew I was onto him right away, I guess. He didn't feel like talking, so he strung me up with the decorations.
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Date: 2022-10-17 09:48 pm (UTC)Do you know what's wrong with him? Or... where he is now?
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Date: 2022-10-20 01:17 am (UTC)Re: Action
Date: 2022-10-20 01:31 am (UTC)There was a lot of fire damage, do you remember anything about that? It might have been when Jeff was captured.
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Date: 2022-10-20 02:08 am (UTC)Fire? Oh. Uh. I wasn't alive for that part. I hope the damage wasn't too bad? I was looking forward to going to pick out costumes in there.
[Somehow, dying inside the store doesn't seem to be enough of a deterrent to keep him from going back.]
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Date: 2022-10-20 02:12 am (UTC)It's not that widespread. Plenty of costumes left, I promise. I'll cordon the burned area off. Maybe use some of those decoration tombstones. Anything you want on yours? A cool epitaph or something. [Yes, "cool." Nobunaga has gone so very native here.]
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Date: 2022-10-21 02:57 am (UTC)What do I want on my tombstone? Pepperoni and cheese.
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Date: 2022-10-21 03:59 am (UTC)[But he will 100% deliver on this, yup. Drawn pepperoni... as soon as someone tells him what it is. He might have to ask Pratt.]
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Date: 2022-10-22 02:50 am (UTC)I don't know, man. Just nothing about witches on it. Bad enough I got stabbed with a witch leg in the throat.
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Date: 2022-10-22 03:16 am (UTC)[....] What is... Is a witch leg some kind of future weapon? Or decoration? [That's even more confusing man!]
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Date: 2022-10-24 04:15 am (UTC)[He's less excited to explain the witch leg. If only it was something as cool as a future weapon.]
It was a decoration. A cheap plastic decoration. Pretty humiliating.
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Date: 2022-10-24 09:29 am (UTC)[A soft grin about the decoration.] I don't think it's that bad. Someday you might be able to look back and tell the story with a laugh. But perhaps not today. It's very unique at least. You can say no one else will have done it.
okay if we fade this one here?
Date: 2022-10-27 04:27 pm (UTC)[That actually does make him feel a little better about it. Nobunaga receives a grateful smile]
I'll take unique. Dying in a new way on this ship might actually be an accomplishment.
Yes :)
Date: 2022-10-29 05:28 am (UTC)[A small grin.] Always. Make it interesting. Have you gotten food yet? You shouldn't start drinking on a completely empty stomach. Come on, let's get something. I'm sorry I missed Arthur. I'll bring him drinks later if he wishes.
thank you!
Date: 2022-11-05 12:32 am (UTC)[He stands to go, then pauses and gives Nobunaga a big-eyed puppy dog look.]
Hey, thanks for coming and everything. I already feel better.
<3
Date: 2022-11-05 12:52 am (UTC)That's what friends are for. [So proud!]