[He has to take some time away from the gardens immediately after Noelle's death. But Solomon eventually makes his way back up to settle into the great stone archway, slips of paper in his hand and a small black pouch with golden thread sitting in wait. One hand is bandaged at the palm and stretching down past his jacket sleeve, and he seems to be very careful in how still he's holding himself, wincing if he leans to one particular side.
Some of the Extras seem to approach him, but he doesn't seem to be much of a conversationalist, dismissing them quietly and resuming his task. But seeing another Troupe member at least gets him to straighten up a little with an exhale, as though forcing his composure back in line.]
[ Dainsleif hadn't expected to encounter Solomon here; it's a familiar place he finds himself drifting to, despite everything.
Seeing the way the other man holds himself, he muses on how easy it is to find oneself injured in this wretched place. Seeing the way the male tries to reorient himself, he holds up a hand, though he doubts it will do good, at least if he wants to sit however is easiest, he should be inclined to. ]
...I have. I can't say I predicted coming across you.
[ There is a long moment of tense silence. Like the one before a storm. Solomon's words...has this been going on for a long while now? He can't turn a blind eye to it. ]
Do you believe you will be in danger still?
[ His right hand twitches, and then his eyes fall back on the items settled all around him. ]
Some believe they can harm whoever they will - who was it?
[ Dainsleif gives it some thought, and yes, at one point he made it a policy not to get involved with citizens of the Seven. Loophole is that people here aren’t exactly that.
But it may still get out of hand, even then. ]
…It’s none of my business, however it’d be strange to act like it’s normal. I had to at least ask.
[ Dainsleif is admittedly concerned...and honestly, Fandaniel does seem like such a wild card in the most unfortunate manner. ]
...I see.
You seem prepared to take on this task, though if you are ever injured again...
[ He falls silent. He doesn't like it, but he doesn't know what he can do about it. He's not like the Traveler. He's just blanking, because even 'sending a message' privately doesn't work. ]
To be frank, I'm not fond of this - I understand your motivation. However...it does frustrate me that I can't think of any better ideas for a man like this, either.
Ahahah..... If I had easy answers, I would give them, Dainsleif. It's not like I expected to have a blade pointed at me.
[Not like this, anyway.]
So long as he isn't whipped into a jealous frenzy, I have to hope he'll behave. But I've given him a proper warning to watch his conduct, should he choose to turn against the entire tower.
[ Dainsleif simply watches him write, curiosity in his gaze.
But, then he lets out a light sigh. ]
...We do. We don't need someone like him causing a disaster for everyone else, or hurting anyone innocent.
I'm at least grateful you're trying something. [ If only because there's no better solution, and he still doesn't entirely agree with it, but... ] Are you writing something just in case you run into trouble?
[He folds the slip he just completed, slipping it into a bag identical to the one he'd had at trial. From the sound of rustling, it sounds like it's significantly more packed with paper than the one Dain had personally investigated.]
I will not have Annette and Noelle fall into the recesses of our mind just yet. What things I can remember of them, or of any of you, that I hold dear to my heart or that I have noticed strongly about them... I would rather have it as a permanent fixture I can pass on to others.
Regardless of the choices that were made to end their lives, or to sentence them to death... We can't let them fade away.
[ Dainsleif's eyes widen as Solomon said this - he shouldn't be so surprised. But, there's a lot of paper it sounds like.
He's been working hard at this all along... ]
...It's strange, but I feel the same.
[ He looks down at his hands. He always assumed that he was an unforgiving person. In some ways, he is...yet...he closes eyes for a moment, before reopening them again. ]
Or, maybe it isn't so strange. I've kept notes about the profiles, just in case, or about the personality, if I didn't know the individual so well.
Still, it's incredibly thoughtful of you. Not everyone can remain consistent. We'll need to be diligent to make sure everyone can leave in tact.
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WEEK TWO - SUNDAY POST EXECUTION
Some of the Extras seem to approach him, but he doesn't seem to be much of a conversationalist, dismissing them quietly and resuming his task. But seeing another Troupe member at least gets him to straighten up a little with an exhale, as though forcing his composure back in line.]
Dainsleif. Have you come to get some air?
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Seeing the way the other man holds himself, he muses on how easy it is to find oneself injured in this wretched place. Seeing the way the male tries to reorient himself, he holds up a hand, though he doubts it will do good, at least if he wants to sit however is easiest, he should be inclined to. ]
...I have. I can't say I predicted coming across you.
Did someone attack you?
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[He shrugs. What else can you do, truly.]
I wish it wasn't quite so noticeable. I don't care much for being seen as some sort of punching bag.
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Do you believe you will be in danger still?
[ His right hand twitches, and then his eyes fall back on the items settled all around him. ]
Some believe they can harm whoever they will - who was it?
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Do you plan on pursuing some sort of justice, should I tell you the truth?
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[ Dainsleif gives it some thought, and yes, at one point he made it a policy not to get involved with citizens of the Seven. Loophole is that people here aren’t exactly that.
But it may still get out of hand, even then. ]
…It’s none of my business, however it’d be strange to act like it’s normal. I had to at least ask.
Do you believe you’ll be fine, then?
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[An inhale, and then an exhale, lowering his hands to rest limply in his lap.]
Fandaniel is your answer. Whatever has happened with the memory that has been taken from him, his connection with his partner has left him raw.
He behaved himself at the execution, yes. But for the one who is his beloved, he would kill the entire Troupe, if he felt he must.
Until his memory can be returned? Well. I'd like to keep an eye on him.
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...I see.
You seem prepared to take on this task, though if you are ever injured again...
[ He falls silent. He doesn't like it, but he doesn't know what he can do about it. He's not like the Traveler. He's just blanking, because even 'sending a message' privately doesn't work. ]
To be frank, I'm not fond of this - I understand your motivation. However...it does frustrate me that I can't think of any better ideas for a man like this, either.
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[Not like this, anyway.]
So long as he isn't whipped into a jealous frenzy, I have to hope he'll behave. But I've given him a proper warning to watch his conduct, should he choose to turn against the entire tower.
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Fandaniel got jealous? His expression looks thoughtful, considering this, or it is just his imagination running away with him. ]
Easy answers are usually not available at the ready, so I have no trouble believing this.
[ ... ]
I hope he will follow your warning.
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[He pulls another slip of paper from his pile and continues to write.]
I will not have him touch the innocent, let alone over an emotional fit. We have enough to worry about.
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But, then he lets out a light sigh. ]
...We do. We don't need someone like him causing a disaster for everyone else, or hurting anyone innocent.
I'm at least grateful you're trying something. [ If only because there's no better solution, and he still doesn't entirely agree with it, but... ] Are you writing something just in case you run into trouble?
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[He folds the slip he just completed, slipping it into a bag identical to the one he'd had at trial. From the sound of rustling, it sounds like it's significantly more packed with paper than the one Dain had personally investigated.]
I will not have Annette and Noelle fall into the recesses of our mind just yet. What things I can remember of them, or of any of you, that I hold dear to my heart or that I have noticed strongly about them... I would rather have it as a permanent fixture I can pass on to others.
Regardless of the choices that were made to end their lives, or to sentence them to death... We can't let them fade away.
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He's been working hard at this all along... ]
...It's strange, but I feel the same.
[ He looks down at his hands. He always assumed that he was an unforgiving person. In some ways, he is...yet...he closes eyes for a moment, before reopening them again. ]
Or, maybe it isn't so strange. I've kept notes about the profiles, just in case, or about the personality, if I didn't know the individual so well.
Still, it's incredibly thoughtful of you. Not everyone can remain consistent. We'll need to be diligent to make sure everyone can leave in tact.