Chat of Mythology

[westfallcorndog]

 Now that spring has officially sprung and the wonderful dastardly winter spirit has been vanquished, the streets of the Nexus are once again packed with warmbloods and breathers. Which is alright by Harrowheart; it makes it easier to invite friends to a pleasant afternoon out. He'd contacted Viatorus already and convinced him to meet for a chat on culture in an arboretum in the Wilds. It's a pleasant little area of split wood fences, gravel trails, and fantastical trees, each labeled with little brass plaques that tell of their world and the culture that surrounds them. 

While he waits he arranges a place to sit: A blanket on the ground to keep the dirt off of Viatorus' expensive clothes, books on the history and mythology of Azeroth tactically placed at the four corners to keep the wind from blowing the cloth away, and a picnic basket right there in the middle. He's dressed vibrantly in the same gaudy Hawaiian shirt he wore to the birthday party in the aquarium while he sits, casually listening to music from his phone as he gazes up at the lavender leaves of a weeping willow that's budding some kind of perfectly round, silver fruit. 

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Dead body: *Decides it's a good time to make joke around*

[heirtothedragonsfire]

The unexpected bubbling of blood makes Isidor gag and she steps back, lifting a hand to cover her mouth. It's as she moves backwards that she feels the hands around her neck. Between their surprise appearance and the apparently-still-not-dead Harrowheart speaking, Isidor lets out a shriek. She bats at his hands before she pulls her own close and sends out a blast of force magic to get them off of her.

"What the hell?!" Once his hands are gone she flails at him. "You're ok?"

[westfallcorndog]

Harrowheart cackles even as his hands are so violently pushed away from Isidor's neck. Laughing this hard makes it difficult to sit upright but he forces himself into a sitting position and eventually to his feet. The axe wound to his chest doesn't seem to be slowing him down any more than her initial force strikes had: pain in the moment, damage to the body, but not enough to keep him down for good.

He plants his frozen fists against his hips and tilts his head at Isidor. "Were you worried about me?" he teases, though the playfulness in his tone is slightly ruined by the wheeziness from the wound.

He laughs again, just one big bark, and smashes his conjured gauntlets together to shatter the ice they were made of. His real hands return to him with the bandages in their grasp and begin to tie themselves back to where they belong. He keeps his eyes on his work until it's time to speak again.

Looking at her seriously he asks, "How'd it feel deep down, though? Killin' someone? Did it make ya feel powerful? Or was it somethin' else?"

[heirtothedragonsfire]

His playfulness and general joviality receives heavy amounts of scowling from Isidor which she does instead of replying to his question. When he smashes the ice, she flinches and then wrinkles up her nose as if to try and hide the twitch.

By the time he asks his second set of questions, she's a little more composed. She folds her arms tightly against her. "But I didn't, did I? I didn't kill you. Otherwise you wouldn't still be talking."

[westfallcorndog]

Certain subtleties are often lost on Harrowheart, but a person pointedly avoiding expressing their feelings over a murder (real or otherwise) is something he spots with ease. He smiles sadly and for a moment becomes very conscious of the blood on his chest. After looking down at it he returns to watching Isidor.

"It's okay not to like it," he says quietly. "I could tell you didn't. You were scared. You were worried. And that's okay. It's better that way, I promise. It's better not to like it. Doesn't make you weak. It's the right way to be."

But somehow saying even that little on the subject feels so heavy, so awkward. He stands in uncomfortable silence for a few seconds before he forces both a laugh and a smile. "So don't bring out a weapon unless you're ready to see someone die, huh?"

And knowing her -- what little he does -- he has the feeling she won't want to answer to that little reprimand. To any of it, probably. He goes toward her to put a hand on her shoulder but stops abruptly halfway through the motion. No, she probably wouldn't like that. He tries to cover up his continued awkwardness by putting his hands in his pockets, and he nods in Viatorus' direction.

"How 'bout we go check on him, huh? Break the news?"

[heirtothedragonsfire]

He's right in feeling that it's a heavy topic. Isidor turns her head away from him sharply and refuses to look at him, which surely cements the thought. When he goes and turns the conversation to Viatorus, she suddenly snaps, "I know it doesn't make me weak. Knowing the value of life isn't foolish. I know that." A second before she adds, "I thought you'd be better prepared. You said you could take me. Shielding is standard duelling knowledge."

There are some things she'd rather not have to go through with her brother listening if she can help it. Talking about this more than necessary definitely applies.

[westfallcorndog]

At first her snappy change of subject takes Harrowheart off guard. And then he laughs! One more big bark, not exactly humorous but certainly amused.

"Death knights can't make shields," he says very matter of factly. "Nothin' that woulda blocked that. I can block projectile spells, and I can catch 'em and throw 'em back, but...'

He leans back and considers Isidor thoughtfully. "You don't cast like that, though. I couldn't see your magic. Couldn't catch it or stop it. A normal caster, I coulda silenced 'em by chokin' 'em with shadows or frozen their thoughts, but it only works if I know you're castin'. But you got martial magic like a monk. It comes right outta your body with your movements. So next time I'd have to stop you before you start. Freeze you up, stop you from movin'."

He looks down at his wounds once more. "Don't know how to make a shield. Don't think I can learn, either. But normally I got my runeblades and my armor." He pauses for a moment to think it all over. "I've never been in a duel for fun. I didn't think it'd be an issue."

[heirtothedragonsfire]

All through his explanations and musings, she watches him with half narrowed eyes. This is all exceptionally useful information, especially if Viatorus ever goes to Harrowheart's world. That doesn't entirely quieten the upset and anger stirring inside her.

"You shouldn't duel for fun," is all she can think to pick on. "You duel to test yourself and your opponent." A pause. "You can get an axe buried in your chest with that kind of thinking."

In the background, Viatorus begins to stir, sitting up slowly and rubbing his head.

[westfallcorndog]

Harrow frowns at her reprimanding and mumbles something hard to hear that sounds a lot like "M'sorry, Isidor..."

It's easy to distract himself by turning his attention to the movement he catches out of the corner of his eye. His lips press tightly together and he watches Viatorus in thought and worry before he chooses to return his attention to Isidor.

"Your shoulder..." he says, gently brushing his fingers against his own. "It doesn't really hurt, I hope? I didn't really mean to..." He stops mid-sentence, clears his throat, and takes a step forward with his hands up. "Here, I-I can put some ice on it. Let me make it better? Before he wakes up?"

[heirtothedragonsfire]

Her own frown deepens, both at his apology and his concern. She reaches back with a wince to touch the wound, drawing her hand back to look at the blood. "Not as bad as I got you, but..." Her eyes slide up to his. For the first time she doesn't look entirely furious. "I'll get it looked at, it's ok." Then her gaze flickers to Harrowheart's chest. "Is that going to... mend? Or scar?"

[westfallcorndog]

Isidor's eye contact brings the hint of a smile to the corners of his lips, a tiny motion that's just enough to crease his eyes. Certainly enough to make him forget about their respective wounds. And so when she brings his up he looks down in total surprise and breathes the smallest chuckle.

"Wouldn't it be somethin' if it scarred? Then my front might match my back. And every time I took my shirt off I'd think if you. And folks might ask me what happened, and I could say 'I was in a duel to the death with Isidor Durant.' And they'll say, 'The Isidor Durant? The one men fear and ladies wanna be? Well I can see why you lost.' And I'll laugh and say 'Yeah, but some day we're gonna have a rematch and maybe I'll do better.'"

He shakes his head and with a little laugh says,"It'll heal like it never happened. But I'll remember. And maybe I'll tell the story anyway."

[heirtothedragonsfire]

Though her expression remains mostly neutral, her suppressed smile and playful narrowing of her eyes gives away her amusement for someone watching keenly, as Harrowheart most likely is. "Do all your compliments come in indirect storytelling forms?"

He only gets a moment however before there's a yelp from nearby. "H-H-H-Harrowheart!" Viatrous slowly starts to scramble to his feet, prompting Isidor to roll her eyes and shake her head before going over to help him.

[westfallcorndog]

He parts his lips to answer, but before he has the chance someone is so energetically calling his name. Such imperfect timing; he can't help but be amused by fate. Isidor's eyeroll brings him a smile that only grows when he sees how frantic poor V is. He follows her to his friend, his arms spread wide to greet him as he rises.

"Viatorus! You woke up just in time. I think I was runnin' outta creative ways to say nice things about your sister."

He pats V on the cheek with a cold hand just to be sure he's fully awake. "You doin' okay, bud? You want another piece of that apple pie? The sugar might make ya feel better. I think there's enough left for you and Isidor to share before y'all head home."

[heirtothearcane]

It's just as well Harrowheart pats him on the cheek since it gets him to look away from the gaping wound in his friend's chest. The sight of it still has him looking like he's about to throw up. His hands flit around Harrowheart's arms. "Y-Y-You're- Y-You're a-a-alive!"

"Him being dead was upsetting you so I told him to stop," Isidor quips, just about resisting the urge to smirk. Moving closer to Viatorus, she rests a hand on her brother's back. "We should get you home before you faint again."

[westfallcorndog]

Harrow closes his eyes and snorts a little laugh at Isidor's unexpected joke. Glancing sidelong at her he mumbles, "Yeah, no one gets me up like your sister." He winks for her and lightly pats Viatorus on the back where his hand can barely miss grazing hers.

He jostles Viatorus gently and motions with an arm toward the picnic blanket. "You make Lyall carry them books home, all right? They're yours, hun. For keeps. Just don't lose too much sleep readin' 'em or your sister might whup me again."

Another pat on his back, this time heavier. "Now get yourselves back home safe. I'll see y'all around."

[heirtothearcane]

Oh Isidor caught that, her eyes widening but her brow turning quizzical, shooting him an expression of 'did I hear that right'. Thankfully for the two of them, Viatorus misses the joke by a mile, still stunned and faintly ill. He simply nods, heading to the blanket to retrieve the books.

"Lyall!" Isidor calls the guard and motions for him to help Viatorus, the man moving instantly. That gives her time to look at Harrowheart. "I guess we'll see you around the Nexus then."

There's even a hint of a smile before she goes to her brother, helping him and Lyall retrieve everything and get on their way.