6/16: nico

[randori]

[ The moment votes were cast, Natsuo had left. He didn't want to hear the results. He didn't want to be a part of it at all. So he picked himself off and left— slow, staggering, blood seeping through the bandages around his stomach that dots a trail from the garden back inside the castle.

He probably wouldn't be able to get very far, but the path he takes is directly up the stairs to his room, and he can be intercepted at any point between the garden and there. ]

Comments

[resumed]

[...squinting.] Wouldn't that be kind of the same thing as bullying people into listening?

[randori]

Nuh uh, 'cause they're still choosing to follow that person.

[ It's coercion, thinly disguised as choice. ] How else would you do it?

[resumed]

Usually based on how many years of experience someone has, or sometimes how many successful quests they've led? In this place...I'm not sure. There are too many unpredictable people.

[randori]

I dunno about quests, but I have ten years on me. Probably the one with most experience is Fane? He's so old, he's dead.

[resumed]

[Hm.] I'm not sure that's really how that works, but you have a point. But ten years of doing what?

[randori]

Fighting, and stuff? But mostly I just watched fights when I was a kid. They were scary!

[ He was six or something idk his childhood was messed up ]

[resumed]

[Natsuo.......]

...guess you fit right in here. [He looks at the castle, seemingly thinking of something.] Think you'll be okay from here?

[randori]

I'll be okay! I'm made to survive, after all!

[ Surviving this long is a miracle and he'll keep at it. ]

I'll talk to you later, then?

[resumed]

Sounds good. I'll catch up with you later. [And just like that he turns to disappear.]