#「 thread 」 ooi. arachne && gawain

[rhinerapier]

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"I guess it's nice to know that God likes to keep his future lyctors humble," Gawain mumbled under her breath. She'd volunteered to bring her own personal affects up to the room that had been sanctioned for the third house. It seemed like the skeleton constructs that had come to greet them alongside the Teacher were more than willing to help them move their things out of the ship and to the second floor of the castle. It was nothing like the castle back on Ida. It lacked all the opulence of the third house, and was almost nothing like Gawain had seen before. One of the skeletons had opened the door for them, Gawain with a duffel bag over one shoulder, and a backpack on the other. Arachne had managed to busy a few other skeletons with her things, but considering the size of their place... Gawain glanced back at the princess and stepped to the side so she could also see the room. It wasn't bad, considering that Gawain had slept in tents and bedrolls before. However, the room had definitely seen better days. There was a cot, too, by the other side of the room (how... kind). Without question, Gawain shouldered past Arachne and set her things by the foot of the cot. She was still in her, for the lack of a better word, good clothes. It made sense that they landed in their better third house attire— but it was hard to move in. More importantly, it was hard to sleep in. Gawain glanced back at Arachne, watching as disgust and another equally strong emotion passed over the Tridentarii heir's face. Might as well get to business, "I'll take this carpet out and set it in the hall, your majesty. Until then, you can use the room to change." She offered. Without another word, or to see if Arachne agreed, Gawain crouched down to get the edge of the carpet and started to roll. Under it, there was a damp spot where mildew had started to eat through the (now) soft wooden tiles that the carpet was clearly trying to cover. Gawain blinked, meeting Arachne's eyes over the stain, "We might have to see if the Emperor bothered to stock his kitchen with some bleach and vinegar."

[rhinerapier]

Gawain had just set her things down and she had already shucked away her tunic, not bothering to unpin all the medals and ribbons that had been carefully pinned on her by one of Arachne’s attendants. After all, Gawain represented the third house, and more importantly, the house’s only princess. It’s what happened during most of their public appearances, even if they were only on Ida. All of her medals felt like a lifetime ago, back when she was proud and desperate to climb the ranks. Like another medal would be enough to show her parents that she earned her place in the Cohort. Sure, she was no second house implant or fourth house cadet but she was enough even if she was in the third house. Didn’t hurt that Medusé had liked medals. Gawain teased her for being a bird of paradise, especially considering the way Meduse would wear her ribbons and medals outside of cohort stations and Gawain would ahve to cover her ass for it. 

As she said. A lifetime ago. Now she was cavalier primary, and the Tridentarii thought it was dignified that he had accolades for each letter of her name. It was just a pesky laundry list, now. At the very least, Gawain set her tunic on the cot, folding the arms on themselves for her to handle when she came back. She’d have to unpin everything before she put her full dress away. Moving the carpet was nothing hard, just moving it out to the hallway and propping it up against a wall. It was a bit of a hassle trying to move past the numerous skeletons Arachne had put to work. They seemed to be only working on the one command, because they were dutifully putting the bags and boxes in the room and then filing out to move about the halls of Canaan house. Probably engaged in some other task that they had been working on before the houses arrived. Canaan house was spacious in a way that Gawain doesn’t remember anything else being. It’s not tight like the constructs and buildings in other houses. Gawain’s used to airtight ships and doors that slide open at the touch of a hand, plex of digitized information and panels to press her hands so she can be let in to rooms. 

This is different. It reminds her of the way people build their hosues on outpost planets. Free-standing, with a good strong base. It’s beautiful here, with what little of the grounds she can see through the windows. There’s a richness to Canaan house that she can’t explain, a liveliness that can’t be recreated. When Gawain entered back into the room, the mold didn’t look as bad. She stepped across the room— being mindful of the suitcases, and opened the window. There was rust in the knob which made Gawain force open, and a rush of air entered their cabin. That would certainly help. 

Gawain glanced down at Arachne’s polished nails, and looked back up without missing a beat, “And those nails are very nice, your highness, but surely your manicure won’t be disturbed if we simply walk to the kitchen?” She stepped over the boxes, and held out the keyring for her necromancer to look at, “You want to win, don’t you? Complaining about our living situation will do us no good.” She replied, matter-of-factly. 

The keyring is boring, to be honest. Simple metal thing that clips at the loops of Gawain’s hip. It has some wear to it, places where an oxidized rust starting to streak the surface of its iron. Gawain wonders if the keys will be similar, simple things.

closed starter for @bitsyarachne !

"I guess it's nice to know that God likes to keep his future lyctors humble," Gawain mumbled under her breath. She'd volunteered to bring her own personal affects up to the room that had been sanctioned for the third house. It seemed like the skeleton constructs that had come to greet them alongside the Teacher were more than willing to help them move their things out of the ship and to the second floor of the castle. It was nothing like the castle back on Ida. It lacked all the opulence of the third house, and was almost nothing like Gawain had seen before. One of the skeletons had opened the door for them, Gawain with a duffel bag over one shoulder, and a backpack on the other. Arachne had managed to busy a few other skeletons with her things, but considering the size of their place... Gawain glanced back at the princess and stepped to the side so she could also see the room. It wasn't bad, considering that Gawain had slept in tents and bedrolls before. However, the room had definitely seen better days. There was a cot, too, by the other side of the room (how... kind). Without question, Gawain shouldered past Arachne and set her things by the foot of the cot. She was still in her, for the lack of a better word, good clothes. It made sense that they landed in their better third house attire— but it was hard to move in. More importantly, it was hard to sleep in. Gawain glanced back at Arachne, watching as disgust and another equally strong emotion passed over the Tridentarii heir's face. Might as well get to business, "I'll take this carpet out and set it in the hall, your majesty. Until then, you can use the room to change." She offered. Without another word, or to see if Arachne agreed, Gawain crouched down to get the edge of the carpet and started to roll. Under it, there was a damp spot where mildew had started to eat through the (now) soft wooden tiles that the carpet was clearly trying to cover. Gawain blinked, meeting Arachne's eyes over the stain, "We might have to see if the Emperor bothered to stock his kitchen with some bleach and vinegar."