Hansa Cervantes

[antaressnipe]

These fuckin jocks

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W0 || Friday

[antaressnipe]

[And as the centaur promised, eventually he and Hansa will ... speak on certain matters.

Though not before he finds a relatively secluded spot for them. He's counted at least thirty people so far, all of whom seemed various degrees of confused, dazed, or outright anarchic given their circumstances -- which means the only place that is decently lacking in chaos is the forest.

So he takes them there, talking calmly about nothing all the while until he deems it suitable to ask out of the blue:]

Are you a Servant? You do not strike me as such, but I'm unable to tell.

[robopriest]

Me?

[He barks out a laugh at that. Its nice to find someone here who understands what he's getting at, and for the most part, doesn't seem upset or mad that he understands what he's getting at. The last time he mentioned magic cups to someone out of the blue he almost got arrested by the Master who clearly wasn't happy that someone like Hansa was being nosy.]

[His hands in his pockets, he follows the centaur man into the forest.]

Believe me, I'm not as special as to be anyone hailing from the Throne of Heroes. I'm just a simple priest. [The smirk on his face suggests otherwise.] But to be clear, I was overseeing a Grail War as a representative of the Church. Seeing Servants going out and about was practically part and parcel of the whole thing.

W0 || Monday

[antaressnipe]

[Wow, everyone's being rather touchy-feely.

And Chiron... is not exactly sure how to feel about this? Nevermind he doesn't take kindly to his emotions being manipulated for any reason, but it seems even crueler to take advantage of that when perhaps some don't trust him because of his appearance.

So he does the dutiful thing of staying out of everyone's way if he can help it, which eventually takes him to the train station...

Where he sees Hansa doing push-ups. Alright, buddy, you do you.]

Getting a workout then?

[robopriest]

Ah, Archer. Hello.

[Like a show-off, he actually moves to pushups with one hand, giving a short little wave before he tucks it over his back.]

It feels weird to just lay back and relax. Besides, if my mentor hears that I've been slacking off, even in a weird land with magical memories and masked people, I'd definitely get an earful.

W0 || Post-Trial

[antaressnipe]

[Chiron obviously can't say he's pleased with the way things concluded themselves, even if they found the guilty party.

But his irritation isn't productive, which is why he simply lets it go for now, a cup of tea in his hand while he prepares to exit the kitchen. His eyebrows shoot up when he notes who he nearly runs into.]

Ah, Hansa.

[A nod. By this point, he is far more at ease around the priest than their first meeting.]

[robopriest]

Ah, Archer. Sorry, didn't see you.

[He glances down at the tea in the other's hands, before he moves his attention back up.]

Say, you wouldn't happen to have more of that tea, would you?

W1 PST CYOA

[robopriest]

[Yeah, guess who's going to be a bit grumpy when he approaches you, Chiron! What are you doing out here!! His fellow jock!!!]

[He huffs, folding his arms as he looks the centaur over.]

Well, I hope whatever you went through was worth all the trouble.

[antaressnipe]

... Perhaps.

[What an answer. Though in typical Servant fashion, Chiron does not seem to be all that concerned with his wounds. He is bandaged, cleaned, and just as mild in temperament as ever]

The trip was foisted upon us, I should note, but we did find an interesting report that might be related to one of the Leaders.

W1 || Sunday

[antaressnipe]

[Sometimes your Servant side comes out during an execution and there are a few surprised pikachu faces in the crowd.

So Chiron... retreats for a while. Not because he cannot handle criticism lobbied against his actions, but there is much to think about given everything that happened. He forgets, sometimes, just how many children are here, and that they are so, so young in their thoughts and feelings.

Those are where his thoughts funnel as he sits in the forest, against a tree, carving something out of wood. He'll glance up at Hansa in greeting]

[robopriest]

Hey.

[Says the priest, approaching - his eye glances down at the wood in the man's hands, but he doesn't comment on it for now.]

I just want to say thanks. You were going to do what had to be done.

w2 post execution

[robopriest]

[He wanders into the forest, wanting to gather his thoughts. Its good, that they found the right culprit. He really isn't too broken up about that. But its the implications that have him concerned. Monsters? Nova splintering? What does it all mean? What do they not see?]

[He blinks when he comes across Chiron, before giving him an easy sort of smile.]

Hey. Figures I'd find you here.

[antaressnipe]

Yes, I do prefer the quiet to think in.

[Not that the forest is ever truly quiet, but Chiron finds himself in need of that space for perhaps the same reasons as Hansa.

It's why the man is offered a slight tilt of his head, the centaur ever watchful]

... Are your thoughts heavy tonight, Hansa?

w3 wednesday before cyoa

[robopriest]

Hey, Chiron.

[He doesn't realize Chiron does not see. Either way, he's approaching the centaur.]

Do you have a moment?

[antaressnipe]

[it's fine, Hansa out here having probably one of the more distinct sounding footsteps, and Chiron turns to him]

Yes. What can I help you with...?

w3 post cyoa

[robopriest]

[Hey, Chiron!]

[Someone is batting at your horse tail. Who might it be? It's just this..........random black cat?]

[It sure looks like its having some fun. Where is its owner...?]

[antaressnipe]

[... Kitty.

And frankly, Chiron enjoys the company of most animals, so--

He is going to turn around, bending down with open curiosity]

Hello, little one... I believe you belong to Hansa, do you not?

[Eyes ticking up to find out where his fellow jock is, HELLO??]

w3 post cyoa BEING SAD OVER EMET TIME

[robopriest]

[He's walking out of the Emporium to the inn when...he sees Chiron ahead of him. Looks like someone left, too.]

[Hansa runs up to his side, glancing upwards.]

Hey. [He just feels...so tired.] What you did for Emet-Selch there...it feels wrong to say "thank you" for putting yourself in the line of fire, but...I appreciate it. I do.

[antaressnipe]

[... of all the things he did not expect to get a genuine smile out of him, but of course it's Hansa]

I had my reasons.

[...]

Though I suppose the fact that we both care about him is a shared interest, yes?

W3 || Sunday

[antaressnipe]

[Chiron doesn't care how long it takes, he will track Hansa down later today, even if he's blind.

Sir???

They need to talk!!]

[robopriest]

[Yes, he's here! And he actually walks up to Chiron.]

Hey. [He sounds...tired? Compared with how casual he was yesterday.] We need to talk.

W4 || Saturday

[antaressnipe]

Hansa, if I could speak with you.

[Which, given how it's phrased, probably sounds like Chiron has something of great importance to share... and that's why he relaxes as if with an apology]

It is nothing pressing. I only wished to ... give you something.

[robopriest]

Hm?

[Yeah, he's tensing because WHAT IS IT, HORSE MAN, but....a gift?]

[He gives him a curious sort of look.]

What is it?

W5 || Tuesday

[antaressnipe]

[Chiron is basketweaving when Hansa finds him.

... Which is hardly a strange sight. Since day one, the centaur has been busily crafting items for his use, or for the use of others. The only difference here is that he seems... constantly bemused by what he creates, eyes visibly widening as the basket practically makes itself.

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Hm. Well. Isn't this interesting? Making baskets like this. What a handy little skill.

His eyes will lift at Hansa's approach, a pleased smile crossing his face]

Ah, Hansa. Your timing is appreciated; I have a favor to ask of you.

[robopriest]

[Here comes Hansa in his fantasy get-up from before, his crow perched on his shoulder, cawing gently as it sees the centaur before Hansa does. The man himself gives a little wave as he approaches.]

A favor? Hm? [And a shrug.] Sure. What's up?

W6 || Tuesday

[antaressnipe]

[Yesterday, communication had been difficult given his uh, llama problem, but Chiron has returned to what he assumes is his original form and thus sets off on a quest to find Hansa.]

[robopriest]

[Hansa can, once again, be found in a tree.]

[It just looks like he's snoozing, though, but when Chiron approaches, he cracks open an eye...and then grins.]

Chiron! [He swings his legs over, before jumping down.] You're back to your old self!