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[ DEBATES whether or not to be honest... But if Dokja can potentially warn D from having this happen to him, then why not? ]
... It was my Discord. I had something done to my Shard and the normal means of removing Discord didn't work on me.
[ For once, his tone grows serious! Dokja grows serious! This is only because he cares about you, D, though he'd never admit that ever. ]
Keep your Shard safe and it shouldn't be an issue.
... It was my Discord. I had something done to my Shard and the normal means of removing Discord didn't work on me.
[ For once, his tone grows serious! Dokja grows serious! This is only because he cares about you, D, though he'd never admit that ever. ]
Keep your Shard safe and it shouldn't be an issue.
[STOP LYING TO HIM. Tell him the truth for once... Thank you, Dokja. Getting the absolute crumbs of Dokja lore here.
He does not interrupt Dokja, but his mind sort of churns momentarily as if he's nodding, or humming in understanding. Like saying "I see."]
It seems like I should be telling you that.
[Mr. Shard Abnormality.
Smash cut to October when shards are apparently just deciding to maybe pop right out of people. It's fine.]
He does not interrupt Dokja, but his mind sort of churns momentarily as if he's nodding, or humming in understanding. Like saying "I see."]
It seems like I should be telling you that.
[Mr. Shard Abnormality.
Smash cut to October when shards are apparently just deciding to maybe pop right out of people. It's fine.]
[ The way Dokja JINXED THIS... ]
Only if you think I'll listen.
[ He knows he is difficult and seems to relish in that fact... No one is as annoying as he is. ]
Now that you're satisfied with my answer, [ IS HE? ] I'll let you get back to it. But don't go too far, okay? Remember, dinner.
[ Congratulations on your new obligation, D. ]
Only if you think I'll listen.
[ He knows he is difficult and seems to relish in that fact... No one is as annoying as he is. ]
Now that you're satisfied with my answer, [ IS HE? ] I'll let you get back to it. But don't go too far, okay? Remember, dinner.
[ Congratulations on your new obligation, D. ]
I don't.
[HE WILL JUST SAY IT. Unlike SOME people, he doesn't lie... Also, no, he is NOT satisfied with the answer, but he will... accept it and move on. Because (gestures at all of Dokja).]
I remember. Let me know.
[If he isn't told the specifics, he will never show up, goodbye.]
[HE WILL JUST SAY IT. Unlike SOME people, he doesn't lie... Also, no, he is NOT satisfied with the answer, but he will... accept it and move on. Because (gestures at all of Dokja).]
I remember. Let me know.
[If he isn't told the specifics, he will never show up, goodbye.]
[ Because his life doesn't suck enough, Dokja walks into this going on in his living room. There's zero sign of anyone having broken in, or anything else suspicious; only a person who Definitely Does Not Live Here sprinting around all fours in pursuit of a cat. His cat. ]
[ Not his cat!! To remain as in line with this gif as possible, the cat will be their gray cat, fluffiest and most skittish of all their housecats. As soon as Dokja registers what the hell is happening, he rushes forward to grab Fluffy (aptly named) with his hands, earning a couple of panicked scratches in the process.
But he can't think about the pain as he stares at Mordred, completely aghast by her running around on all fours. ]
What are you doing!?
But he can't think about the pain as he stares at Mordred, completely aghast by her running around on all fours. ]
What are you doing!?
[ Why this?? ]
This is my house. [ LIFTS UP THE CAT ] This is my cat!
[ Normally he would never admit this because he thinks the cats are more burdensome than anything, but in the face of Mordred, things are different. ]
This is my house. [ LIFTS UP THE CAT ] This is my cat!
[ Normally he would never admit this because he thinks the cats are more burdensome than anything, but in the face of Mordred, things are different. ]
[ SIGHS and sets the cat back down now that Mordred isn't running around on all fours. ]
I can't cook. [ This, at least, is true. ] How did you even manage to get in here?
[ Don't tell him Gray gave her a key........... ]
I can't cook. [ This, at least, is true. ] How did you even manage to get in here?
[ Don't tell him Gray gave her a key........... ]
[ Great, now he's making a mental note to check for broken doors or windows in this house.
Also, he actually debates giving up one of their chickens because then maybe Gray will have an eye-opening experience about Mordred, but. He can't do that to Gray. ]
Leftovers it is.
[ Crosses the living room into their kitchen... He does not have anything more to say to Mordred!!!! ]
Also, he actually debates giving up one of their chickens because then maybe Gray will have an eye-opening experience about Mordred, but. He can't do that to Gray. ]
Leftovers it is.
[ Crosses the living room into their kitchen... He does not have anything more to say to Mordred!!!! ]
[ Goes back to chasing the cat around........ sure hope there's nothing breakable in here. Dokja doesn't have more to say to her, but she sure has more to say to him; just raising her voice a bit so it carries into the other room. ]
You should at least learn to cook some basic meals, Doc Jar. Being a freeloader is no good. [ HELLO? ]
You should at least learn to cook some basic meals, Doc Jar. Being a freeloader is no good. [ HELLO? ]
[ Dokja has a clear sight of Mordred thanks to their open concept living space, and he has to hold back from chucking a cooking utensil at Mordred to get her to stop chasing the cat.
For now, he pulls open the fridge doors and picks out some tupperware. The sooner Mordred gets fed, the sooner she leaves, he imagines. ]
Oh? You're the one breaking into our home and eating our scraps.
For now, he pulls open the fridge doors and picks out some tupperware. The sooner Mordred gets fed, the sooner she leaves, he imagines. ]
Oh? You're the one breaking into our home and eating our scraps.
[ Very suddenly, there’s a sense of Communion touching your character’s mind. However, it’s as if they connect with the mind of a shared Aspect, as they’re not able to block out the brief, but sharp memory that comes to them. ]
As a Shard-Bearer opens the door of their home, they’re greeted with shouts of “Surprise!” that almost have them unleash the deadliest of their spells, but it’s quickly replaced by warm, teary laughter. Their friends really remembered their offhand comment that they’d never had a surprise birthday party?
[ ooc note — Just to avoid OOC confusion/misinterpretation, the details included in this memory are random and are not necessarily interconnected or plot meaningful beyond a surface level. However, your character is free to interpret this random memory however they’d like! This event will also be touched on somewhat during today’s NPC Communion Post. ]
As a Shard-Bearer opens the door of their home, they’re greeted with shouts of “Surprise!” that almost have them unleash the deadliest of their spells, but it’s quickly replaced by warm, teary laughter. Their friends really remembered their offhand comment that they’d never had a surprise birthday party?
[ ooc note — Just to avoid OOC confusion/misinterpretation, the details included in this memory are random and are not necessarily interconnected or plot meaningful beyond a surface level. However, your character is free to interpret this random memory however they’d like! This event will also be touched on somewhat during today’s NPC Communion Post. ]
I didn't break into anywhere! [ The way this is what she focuses on... ] And I'm not a worthless mooch like you. I actually have a good reason for needing so much food! Not that it's any of your business!
[ IT'S HIS HOUSE? (Also most people have a good reason for needing food, it's called "not fucking dying of starvation".) ]
[ IT'S HIS HOUSE? (Also most people have a good reason for needing food, it's called "not fucking dying of starvation".) ]
[ "Not any of your business" she says, and Dokja endeavors to make it his business. ]
You don't look like you're dying of hunger. Are you planning on going into hibernation?
[ Unruly BEAST that she is... Anyway, Dokja dumps some soup in a pot to reheat it, then pops a few pieces of bread into the toaster. ]
You don't look like you're dying of hunger. Are you planning on going into hibernation?
[ Unruly BEAST that she is... Anyway, Dokja dumps some soup in a pot to reheat it, then pops a few pieces of bread into the toaster. ]
]
Are you being disgusting right now?
[ IN HIS HOUSE? BUT ALSO HE REALLY CAN'T TELL. ]
[ IN HIS HOUSE? BUT ALSO HE REALLY CAN'T TELL. ]
Disgusting? I'm talking about magical energy. Why, what did you think I meant?
[ 50:50 on whether she's actually oblivious or intentionally trolling him. This is just what she's like. ]
[ 50:50 on whether she's actually oblivious or intentionally trolling him. This is just what she's like. ]
[ Mordred............ ]
Forget it. [ He does not want to think about it. ] Come over here and eat.
[ AND THEN LEAVE... is what he doesn't say out loud. Instead, he ladles some soup into a bowl and slides it across the kitchen island, then goes to recover the toasted bread. ]
Forget it. [ He does not want to think about it. ] Come over here and eat.
[ AND THEN LEAVE... is what he doesn't say out loud. Instead, he ladles some soup into a bowl and slides it across the kitchen island, then goes to recover the toasted bread. ]
[ Mordred comes into the kitchen with the cat tucked under her arm; not overly roughly, just in an obvious 'this person has never been taught how to hold an animal' way. It squirms a bit, but seems mostly resigned to its fate. ]
Yo, Doc Jar. The cat's hungry too. [ Noticing the bowl: ] Don't you know that more meats mean better eats? At least make me a proper stew next time!
Yo, Doc Jar. The cat's hungry too. [ Noticing the bowl: ] Don't you know that more meats mean better eats? At least make me a proper stew next time!
If I feed the cat now, I'll have to feed the other four.
[ And he really doesn't want to be dealing with five cats confused but yowling excitedly about an early dinner when he's already got one loud mouth to feed. Anyway, Dokja adds some toast and cheese to a plate and sets it down next to the bowl of soup. ]
There isn't going to be a next time. You're only getting this much because we actually have leftovers.
[ And he really doesn't want to be dealing with five cats confused but yowling excitedly about an early dinner when he's already got one loud mouth to feed. Anyway, Dokja adds some toast and cheese to a plate and sets it down next to the bowl of soup. ]
There isn't going to be a next time. You're only getting this much because we actually have leftovers.
[Dokja may or may not have found out already considering there are two little holes in his boyfriend's neck, but that isn't the point actually.
The point is Eustace coerced him emotionally into not allowing Dokja to go any longer without knowing a vampire has been invited into their home.
He isn't the type to ever casually offer up the fact he is a dhampir; he does not hide it, but only speaks about it when the conversation makes it necessary. Apparently Dokja's idiocy makes it necessary.
He comes to casually haunt the door of whatever room Dokja has decided to inhabit on this day before whenever the Oracle destroys them. Two of the cats have followed him out of curiosity, and they are likewise ghostly in their presence of the bottom doorframe. D does not say anything which is stupid and rude.
He really just stands there with purpose.]
The point is Eustace coerced him emotionally into not allowing Dokja to go any longer without knowing a vampire has been invited into their home.
He isn't the type to ever casually offer up the fact he is a dhampir; he does not hide it, but only speaks about it when the conversation makes it necessary. Apparently Dokja's idiocy makes it necessary.
He comes to casually haunt the door of whatever room Dokja has decided to inhabit on this day before whenever the Oracle destroys them. Two of the cats have followed him out of curiosity, and they are likewise ghostly in their presence of the bottom doorframe. D does not say anything which is stupid and rude.
He really just stands there with purpose.]
[ Dokja's just chilling in his room, ass on the floor and back leaned up against the bedframe which is kind of a choice when he could just be sitting on the bed itself. But for some reason, he's picked floor, and he's got his face buried in a book as he usually does, engrossed in some fantasy series that he's picked up.
He does not know about the bite on Eustace's neck, because imagine honesty. Imagine open communication. Imagine Dokja putting two and two together for once in his life.
Even now, it takes a second longer than it really should for him to notice D standing in the doorway, and it's only when Dokja flips a page that he chances a look up, and then his shoulders jump in surprise, his eyes wide for just a moment before they narrow accusingly. ]
... We should put a bell on you.
[ Hi, D. ]
He does not know about the bite on Eustace's neck, because imagine honesty. Imagine open communication. Imagine Dokja putting two and two together for once in his life.
Even now, it takes a second longer than it really should for him to notice D standing in the doorway, and it's only when Dokja flips a page that he chances a look up, and then his shoulders jump in surprise, his eyes wide for just a moment before they narrow accusingly. ]
... We should put a bell on you.
[ Hi, D. ]
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