#⌜ THREAD NO. 1 ⌟ ✦ * · ˚ DIARMUID - SCÁTHACH

[sharpscion]

charmblooded asked: The medical tent seems destinated to become a place of reunion. Scáthach sticks out far less than Ares - dark hair less vibrant, stature not-quite so intimidating - but he is far more familiar to Diarmuid than even his own family. It is as his hand peels away the tent flap as he spots the other's unmistakable visage. "Scáthach!" his voice peaks in surprise, a presence certainly less expected than his cousin - although he should've expected that both would be entranced by the promise of a mock battle. He raises a hand - an opening for a clasp of hands or a hug - and beams at the other, blue eyes tilted up, taking in that the other is hale and whole.

things were like to calm down now that the swordsman had been parted from his equally injured teammates. the hustle and bustle of healers and helpers alike had slowed drastically around him now that he had been tended to. the burns had left permanent damage, but at the very least, they didn't hurt anymore. maybe now that he was resting on something slightly more comfortable than the ground, he could get some true rest. dim eyes intake their last details before embracing the darkness for a well deserved nap.

just like always, it seemed, sleep would not be so easily found, as the light outside the tent came flooding in. it spelled the entrance of a new loser, or even another healer in need of more supplies, either way he tries not to pay it too much mind. it isn't until his name is called that he glances to that direction, shock clear on his features.

he hadn't seen the man since the end of the war, and even then, scáthach had never said goodbye. even his farewells to shannan and seliph had been brief at best, but it was better nobody knew where he was heading. even if he would miss them, even if a piece of him stayed with them, it was better this way. there was no more attachment, no more obligation... if they met now, under new circumstances, would they be friends for real this time? he hoped so... even as he looked at that goofy smile, he realized how badly he'd missed it.

"Diarmuid!" the greeting is mimicked this time, and he groans to life to meet the other face to face. though he had been healed, they had advised him against excessive movements for the moment, but that mattered little now. their hands meet for the first time in ages, one tightly grasped around the other, before scáthach brings him in for a hug. they had greeted each other like this often back home, he remembered larcei once 'barfing' at their... bromance she called it.

"it's good to see you here, dia. i wish I were in better condition to meet you, but i just got my ass handed to me." it was embarrassing to be sure, but diarmuid had watched him get swept off his feet more times than he could count. perks(?) of growing up together, scáthach supposed, but at least the feeling was mutual. "what brought you all the way here, i wonder?"

@charmblooded

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HOWDY HO FELLAS! I am still in the midst of tornado recovery, but I set up my (dying) laptop for when I am able to sit down close to bed time. That being said, I am looking for some threads for my lads this go around. As always you're free to ping me in the ⁠plotting channel OR just DM me on discord. If there's a prompt not listed here that you would like to pick up with one of my fellas specifically, shoot me a dm and we can work something out.

SCÁTHACH: ANY SKILL +1 : As always, I'm super interested in exploring the hunter in a character like Scáthach. As someone who's a little more calculating than his sister, he's not unfamiliar with tactics or traps. He's also just handy to have in general with his big ass sword in tow. (REQUIRES UNAFF.) TAKEN BY DIARMUID EPHRAIM: HEAVY ARMOR +1: I won't lie, I originally grabbed this just because Ephraim needs the point. HOWEVER, I think it would be very VERY funny to have him act out being a heroic prince/evil villain for someone's play. Please give him some motivation to become a teacher so he doesn't have to deal with this shit. ANY SKILL +1: Ephraim being the battle driven loser that he is, is of course well versed in tactics and battlefield traps. You wouldn't be able to keep him away from these monsters, I'm afraid. Stick close to him and make sure he doesn't get fed up with waiting. :' ) (NEEDS UNAFF.) AUTHORITY +1: Ephraim is a king and while he's willing to help, there is an extent to his generosity. You push him and his coworkers too hard, and well, you might just have him to deal with. Will you be egging him on, or will you try to calm him down. Maybe you're just watching with popcorn. (NEEDS UNAFF.) MORGAN: ANY SKILL +1: Do I need to say more, Morgan is LITERALLY the trap guy. He is the knower of traps, and he will spend 4 hours explaining each and every one to you. Remembering where exactly he put all of them though? Well, that's a different story. Watch your step! (NEEDS UNAFF.) ISLAND STORMS: Morgan has had to learn how to fend for himself during his travels, not to mention that massive noggin' full of knowledge. If you shake him hard enough, a ton of useful survival facts might pop out, right? Wrong. You can run from him if you want, but he WILL be explaining to you every single thing he knows about keeping safe in the wild. HE WILL. (NEEDS UNAFF.) PEN PALS: Fellas. I don't know if you've read my one million word Morgan application, but... it's letters. Morgan likes writing letters, especially if there's someone on the receiving end this time. He'd prefer friends, but he's certainly not going to tamper with whatever dictates his partner. Don't wanna get in trouble... FAITH +1: Could be a fun thing, of course, what he's truly afraid of can't be shoved in his face... but, yaknow. Bugs can. If it means he'll get to see all kinds of bugs just by pretending to be afraid of them, well. Far be it from him not to check this place out. HEAVY ARMOR +1: Morgan is an awkward, unsocialized (properly) guy who has never done much acting aside from busting some moves with the Justice Cabal. That being said, he can really pull up if need be, and he'll dazzle anyone in the name of a good time. Also, a good grade. That's important too.

[sharpscion]

it was refreshing, if anything, being in the presence of that boundless smile and openhearted eyes. how they had ended up so different from each other despite their similar circumstances puzzled the knight every day. to be so unforgivably kind, to smile like the weight of the world wasn't crushing your shoulders. even as they fought through a grueling war with no promise of a tomorrow, he continued to smile at everyone. it was good to know that time hadn't changed that, after all this time he was exactly as scáthach recalled.

even his concern felt lighthearted, and yet it was conscious enough to propel him here. scáthach was hardly the letter kind of guy, he hadn't written to anyone back home, not even shannan. "right, sorry about that. i can't speak for everyone, but there's nary a dull moment at the academy..." a sentiment his friend would surely find out soon enough, if his current state wasn't enough to convince the nordion. "unfortunately for me."

"here i was worrying about growing soft in my studies... i hardly even have time for classes." he pronounced this by showing off his newly earned burns and cuts that could not be healed with the priests being stretched thin. "it keeps me on my toes, at least."

as embarrassed as he was, scáthach could no longer skirt around his friends final question. "uh, well, i didn't take anyone down actually! i guess i need life and death stakes to light that fire under my ass." poor choice of words... considering the fact he had been burnt to a crisp himself. "to be honest, i'm glad that only my teammates got to see my sorry performance."

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