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competing) & anyone!
What: catch-all for the first part of the october event
When: oct 1 - 15
Where: around
Warning(s): none at the moment! will update if necessary
market district | day of attack
[ he was along the outskirts of the market district when the explosion occurs, sidelined in his usual patrol by an overenthusiastic child regaling lance with his exploits during playtime of the previous day. one second laughing to the young child's uncanny imitation of his nanny, and the next lurching forward reflexively, protectively, when suddenly the ground shuddered and screams erupted in the air. tehro is already crying from his confusion, rushing out of lance's hold to crash into his mother's, who stood terrified nearby, eyes turned towards the sky. lance's gaze soon follows, feeling dread pool at the sight of a thick cloud of an unnatural purple waft into the air. he takes a second to swallow down his fear, before shouting for everyone around him to vacate the premises as quickly and calmly as they can. (spoilers: they only manage to do one of these things.)
he runs the opposite way, pace slowed by the throng of people eager to escape. by the time he gets to the scene, all he sees is chaos. ( 1 ) he rushes towards the nearest person on the ground, reaching out to help them back onto their feet. ]
Hey — I got you, I got you, it's alright—
[ ( 2 ) if you are one of the able-bodied, he might try to flag you down with a shout. ]
Over here! [ he's in the process of trying to lift a wooden stall that had overturned on its vendor. given his noodle body, he could definitely use some help... ]
around | days after
[ the next couple of days are kind of a blur. ridden with guilt, burdened by his dwindling confidence, lance winds up throwing himself into doing as much as he can for the people who lost the most that day. at any time during the day, you can find him doing any number of the following:
( 3 ) pushing around a wooden street cart, its sign and his wares changing from day to day. one day he could be selling produce from a local farmer, another day he could be selling questionable, ah, toys from another local business person. some days he might be accompanied by an npc (the vendor's bored child along for the ride, their grandparent out to make sure lance is marketing right, etc), but every single time he'll be out there, running that motormouth of his dry, trying to get everybody, anybody to stop and consider a purchase.
( 4 ) getting chewed out by a local, far too upset to realize he has long since stopped saying anything, and instead just stands there with his head lowered, nodding mutely to their angry accusations. this is all your fault, where were you, you should have been there, you think you can try to make up for it now, etc... he stands and listens to it all without protest. ]
shooting range/training yard | days after
[ he's stopped wearing the royal guard insignia. he's still dressed in all-black, though, but only really because it had wound up encompassing most of his attire anyway, but he hasn't actually been back near the barracks or the yard in some time. hasn't felt right, in all honesty.
but today he wanders close to the training yard, which bustles now with activity. everyone working double-time to try and find the culprits, probably, doing just about everything lance isn't — can't — which explains why he keeps his head low, avoiding any eyes.
he's got his rifle in his hands, but he doesn't seem intent on training with it. rather, it looks like he's trying to subtly turn it back in... ]
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also, please let me know if you'd like to know about the RUMOR that lance overhears, and i can work it into our thread somehow! c: )
competing) & anyone!What: catch-all for the first part of the october event
When: oct 1 - 15
Where: around
Warning(s): none at the moment! will update if necessary
market district | day of attack
he runs the opposite way, pace slowed by the throng of people eager to escape. by the time he gets to the scene, all he sees is chaos. ( 1 ) he rushes towards the nearest person on the ground, reaching out to help them back onto their feet. ]
Hey — I got you, I got you, it's alright—
[ ( 2 ) if you are one of the able-bodied, he might try to flag you down with a shout. ]
Over here! [ he's in the process of trying to lift a wooden stall that had overturned on its vendor. given his noodle body, he could definitely use some help... ]
around | days after
( 3 ) pushing around a wooden street cart, its sign and his wares changing from day to day. one day he could be selling produce from a local farmer, another day he could be selling questionable, ah, toys from another local business person. some days he might be accompanied by an npc (the vendor's bored child along for the ride, their grandparent out to make sure lance is marketing right, etc), but every single time he'll be out there, running that motormouth of his dry, trying to get everybody, anybody to stop and consider a purchase.
( 4 ) getting chewed out by a local, far too upset to realize he has long since stopped saying anything, and instead just stands there with his head lowered, nodding mutely to their angry accusations. this is all your fault, where were you, you should have been there, you think you can try to make up for it now, etc... he stands and listens to it all without protest. ]
shooting range/training yard | days after
but today he wanders close to the training yard, which bustles now with activity. everyone working double-time to try and find the culprits, probably, doing just about everything lance isn't — can't — which explains why he keeps his head low, avoiding any eyes.
he's got his rifle in his hands, but he doesn't seem intent on training with it. rather, it looks like he's trying to subtly turn it back in... ]
cyoa/notes
also, please let me know if you'd like to know about the RUMOR that lance overhears, and i can work it into our thread somehow! c: )
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leave the math to pidge
hearing his name, hearing keith's voice is jarring. it pulls him back to the present, drags his spirit back to his body so he's no longer staring at this all from a distance. suddenly his feet are on solid ground and he's whirling around, catching sight of a dark hair— ]
Keith...?
leave the meth for pidge
He's also made the mistake of assuming he was fine beforehand after he'd had his ass handed to him too, so there's that. Without sparing another moment, he's running right for him...
Bitch you better brace for impact.]
that explains all the genius...
but speaking of, actually seeing keith in this very moment is mildly (more than mildly, tbh) worrying, because as far as his mind had been telling him, there should have been no way in heck keith was around when any of this happened. suddenly he panics, wondering if he'd gotten the other's schedule mixed up. had they arranged to meet here, perhaps? was he shopping on his own, what? he looks okay, but his mind can't stop thinking keith + market district = ???
and. well. you know how he is with math.
he doesn't run, but he does finally start moving towards the other (seconds after). ]
Keith, what're you doing here—
duh, its like the show
There's a collision, wherein he pulls Lance into something of the tightest embrace he's ever embraced another living thing with. The pressure subsides, but the hold remains. Lance is alive and -- probably okay? He's conscious which is a lot more than what he'd been lead to believe a second ago. Or..what he concluded in lieu of him not answering his cell phone for the first time in his life.]
I came here to check on you!
[If he sounds extra-exasperated, it's because he's catching his breath. He just HAPPENED to notice his lungs are on E.
(empty, not the drug)]
We all heard -- are, you're alright, right?!
jesse wasn't a genius........
well. he sees plenty of the latter. but at least he figures out the reason for that well enough. ]
I'm fine, [ he says in a rush. finally putting the pieces together — yes, of course keith would catch wind of the attack; yes, of course he'd leave his post immediately to get here — he refocuses his attention on reassurance. ] I'm alright, I promise, I wasn't anywhere near, I'm okay.
the old man,
He's allotted the room to (even tho he was the one who started the hug...) glance him over, but he doesn't. He's alright with taking his word for it. He sounds genuine enough in his tone. An arm remains around him, steadfast, his other hand's testing his cheek, finding some reassurance in letting it fill his palm.]
Okay -- you, [A sideways look, someone fleeing the spot. He's paranoid. His fingers curl into his jacket some.] weren't answering your phone.
[Preemptively trying to provide an excuse for his current state of unease, lest he further freak Lance out.]
wasn't he smart before the drugs
Sorry. [ his own hand finds keith's face too, cupping his jawline, drawing their faces closer so he can rest his forehead against his. he can feel the adrenaline start to ebb from his veins and it weighs his body down so much in its absence. ] I'm sorry, I'm sorry. [ it isn't hard for him to imagine himself in keith's shoes; he knows if it were the other way around, he would have been in an even worse state.
give him a second to breathe, to process. ]
I'll change your ringtone to a wolf whistle, then I'll never miss it again.
[ there we go. back to normal. ]
well yeah
It's -- okay.
[He's okay. He quickly looks off again without distraction. He's embarrassed, though completely justified in his response. As if he's not regularly emotional and prone to flying off the handle...]
You're...okay, s--
[So it's fine, everything's fine. Right out of any classic, cheesy romance title...but he's never able to fully convey that bit.]
...Don't do that, just go home.
[Lance tries: normal response! It has no effect on the freaked out mullet kid. Either grip remains, though he's caught between just wanting to stare at him (let the visual of him being whole & good sink in permanently) and just wanting to hug him for another ten minutes.]
Bring Allura with you.
8^|
but fine. he smiles a little more humbly this time. apologetic, too, before— ]
I can't just leave... [ he looks around, at all the people still lingering, needing help. there's gonna be so much clean-up to do, too. ] Allura's probably come here, too, if you were all told at the same time.
[ as far as he knows, she shouldn't have been on shift at the time, but if she'd been anywhere else, he has a pretty good idea she'd show up regardless. he draws out his phone from his pocket, flipping through contacts to look for her name. ]
;^|
Then....be careful. Let me know if you need me.
[He draws away and immediately regrets it. It's -- fine, everything's fine, barring how he looks exactly as he did earlier, eyeballs about to overflow. He's relieved.]
I'm gonna go find out who did this.
^ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ ) gotchur nosie
it's always been a point of pride for lance. to be the hero he's always wanted to be. but right now he wishes he wouldn't have to, if only to keep that look off keith's face for another second longer. he's hesitant to split up, too, but it makes sense that keith would turn to hunting down the culprits, while lance stays here and helps put the market back together. ]
Hey... [ he reaches out with his free hand, grasping keith's. ] I'll see you later, okay?
[ stepping close, he drops a brief kiss at the corner of a deep frown. ]
Space sushi'll be on me.
[ don't do anything dumb... ]
gana punch ur nosie
But it's nice anyway. He turns his head enough to return something more fully, aligning their lips and such. Just a peck, but still.]
Just focus on what you're doing for now. [There's a squeeze, and he's letting his hand naturally slip from Lance's.] I...
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fin
[Ah...he made himself angry.]
don't be mean...
wait.
wait what? ]
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and!! and he feels the same way! he should say it back!
but also??? why the heck is he saying it now, when they have to split up for quiznak-knows-how-long?! ]
3/3
but instead he'll just yell at him, how's that. ]
Wh— me? You're the idiot!
[ omg no wait don't get into a fight but also HE'S GONNA KILL YOU ]
Dummy! You can't just say stuff like that when we're about to split up?!
[ how's he supposed to respond properly?? how is it possible that his emotions ping pong so drastically in the span of two seconds????
oh yeah, cuz he's talking to keith mcfreaking red lion, that's why. ]
that's just how i am sweaty
We're not splitting up!
[Your words...pick them better. -Keith McFreaking Red Lion.]
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That's —
I didn't mean it that way!
[ omg stop they just got together, they haven't even left the honeymoon stage yet (wait did they ever get on it at all) stop this ]
I just mean...!
[ kill him ]
Just — say that to me later when I can show you how much it means to me properly!
[ saucy...
except it's lance so he's probably gonna just write a thank you card and awkwardly hold your hand or something. ]
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I'm --
[Not gonna repeat myself! Baka!! Dummy!! Just go away...people are dying, Kim.]
Just focus, Lance-!
[He's mad again. He's mad and he's turning away to leave, because the faster he does, the faster this entire thing will be over with and they can be disgusting in private.]
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why are they like this. ]
You focus, Keith!
[ fly your own lion...
anyway, oh my god, i'll take "worst confessions in the history of ever" for 500, alex. ]
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