Blanca

[antaressnipe]

I asked Anna for a shitpost and I'm fuckin exhausted.

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W0 || Monday

[antaressnipe]

[hey there's an elevator.

... Chiron has technically never been inside one. And while it is indeed large enough for a horse to fit in, that doesn't grant him much peace of mind when there's also his weight to consider.

And, well. He just doesn't fancy crashing this poor machine and causing extra trouble for their hosts, even if it was custom made with his comfort in mind.]

Mm... perhaps I could just. Jump down the stairs if necessary...

[papasha]

[Oh no, horse dad is having trouble with the new addition that was... specifically requested for him.]

Having trouble? [He raises a hand after he's gotten Chiron's attention, in greeting.] Hello.

Never ridden one?

[antaressnipe]

No, never. I'm afraid I'm from a more old-fashioned time.

[If the "I used to live in a forest" vibe wasn't enough, ha. But he gives a goodnatured sigh all the same]

[papasha]

A first time for everything. There are lots of horror stories, but they aren't so bad.

[He will--push the button? to get the doors to open.

To show Chiron, he steps inside, but makes a lot of room for, like, horse bottom. He motions inside.]

It will feel strange when it begins. The drop, or the lift.

[antaressnipe]

["There are lots of horror stories"

Sir.

Not that this stops Chiron from entering, even if he realizes once he's in that he'll have to back out in order to leave this elevator.

Just because it's big enough for a horse doesn't mean it's big enough for him to move around easily.]

I'm constantly impressed by the ingenuity of humans...

w0, sun (...2!) post execution

[papasha]

[HEY, REMEMBER WHEN I SAID I HOPE IT DIDN'T NEED TO BE AFTER EXECUTION? NEVERMIND. IT'S AFTER EXECUTION.

The both of them really need a little break with the fucking kids, honestly.

HORSE DAD, WHERE ARE YOU SOME TIME LATER AFTER EXECUTION?]

[antaressnipe]

[Well he was gonna go to the river and be a Wise Sage by the banks, drinking in the energy of the universe, maybe shooting at invisible opponents to curb his irritation--

But he'll stop for Blanca as he approaches, and nod to him]

You wish to speak with me?

[papasha]

[He returns the nod, but looks... about as dour as everyone else considering.]

Have you spoken to Miss Yona by any chance?

[antaressnipe]

... Not yet, no.

[Glancing down for a moment]

I knew many would visit her, so I'd planned to wait a little while longer.

[papasha]

[His expression softens slightly into something understanding.]

I thought so, too. I haven't spoken to her yet, but was wondering if she was... all right. I apologize for bothering you, Archer.

W3 || Tuesday

[antaressnipe]

[God, it seems Chiron only comes around when there's business to discuss, but that's just how it is for two dads trying to pull their weight in a murdergame. It's fine, certainly.

... Though Chiron's gaze might be a little... glassy. What with him being blind and all. That's fine, too. He still cants his head at the sound of Blanca's footsteps before addressing him]

Ah, Blanca. A moment of your time, if you do not mind.

[papasha]

[He does not like the glassy look, honestly. Not in the way he thinks Chiron is helpless, but he feels bad for the guy--to be blind.

I almost made Blanca blind which would've been very funny.]

Archer, [in greeting, so Chiron knows it is him by more than the sound of his weight.] I don't mind. Go ahead.

[antaressnipe]

[Both of them just running straight into each other. Missed opportunities]

I wanted to ask about the limits of your abilities... specifically if there is any way you could look after one of the Leaders.

[Just jumping right into this, it seems.]

Given the new rules, I'm concerned about Tiger in particular, and am attempting to find ways to make sure they have some level of protection.

[papasha]

[Hm. He makes a face, not that Chiron can see it. But the pensiveness is in his voice anyway.]

I'm... not entirely sure. It would be best if Tiger were asked to stay in a location I could check for clues so I could keep an eye on them, but... it's still risky.

Why do you believe Tiger is in trouble? The rule?

[antaressnipe]

Yes... it is merely a guess of mine, but seeing how they continue to perform every Sunday has given me cause for concern.

[he folds his arms, sighing]

And now that there is a rule where Leaders might be in danger, I was wondering if manner of protection might be afforded to them, even if I do not know who would dare harm a Leader in the first place...

[regardless, Blanca makes a good point and Chiron can only nod at that, eyes still closed]

I see... I wasn't sure what all of your duties entailed, which is why I thought to ask. Just in case.

w3, weds evening/night

[papasha]

[piles pcs onto marie

WHERE IS CHIRON? Blanca is out specifically looking for the centaur, so he will be searching high and low. He doesn't know if Chiron is still hanging around the ruins, but HE'S HEARD SOME THINGS :unamused: and will check there first.]

Archer!

[in b4 we have to retcon t-rex damage]

[antaressnipe]

[Tentatively tags this TIME TO PLAY THE "MAYBE SOME OF THIS WILL BE RETCONNED" GAME.

Though Chiron is ~around~ and at least will come at Blanca's call, though he is

sporting fresh bandages that were not there during the dinosaur fiasco]

Yes, Blanca?

[papasha]

[Hmm. He is surprisingly quite for someone so big usually, but this time he keeps his steps loud so Chiron can hear him.]

Good evening. I suppose I should simply be honest and say I came to check on you.

[antaressnipe]

... I suppose someone spoke of my condition, then.

[He has a guess, but wants to hear Blanca give him a name. If nothing else the centaur doesn't sound too irritated -- just... tired, really.]

I am alright. The wounds were not critical, and I've done the best I can at bandaging everything.

[papasha]

They did. They were worried about you.

[He does not, unfortunately, give a name. But Chiron's guess is more than likely correct.]

I think you're a pretty sturdy man, but I can take a look at it if you'd like. I was more worried about... how you were feeling.

w4, let's say tues if that's ok, also 1/2

[papasha]

[He doesn't even get a chance to greet Chiron probably really. He has plans to thank Chiron for helping all of them out, Emet-Selch, Xie Lian, him, as well as some other gratitudes.

But as he raises his hand to hail Chiron when coming up near him, one of those bubbles just sort of drops practically on top of them. He moves half an inch like he plans to dodge, but it's too late. It pops.



The warehouse on the edge of New York smells industrial and briny, like the sea. He's leaving with two other people: a young boy in a long, black ponytail; and an older man.

A feisty voice tells him to stop.]

[papasha]

[Depending on what Chiron remembers about himself, the feeling isn't entirely different. Or even not remembering, maybe it feels familiar.

A teacher and a student.

Though Blanca doesn't look entirely pleased when it ends, his lips thin.]

[antaressnipe]

[... Yes. He recognizes the feeling very well, though that does not stop him from turning to Blanca with a faint frown]

A memory of yours, I assume.

[It is one thing for Chiron to judge students, but his standards of fellow teachers tends to run impeccably high, and he isn't sure he enjoyed what he experienced]

... We need not speak of it if you don't prefer, but...

[He would, actually, like an explanation]

[papasha]

[Even under Chiron's look, he's quiet for a moment, or two, trying to decide how he should answer.]

I don't believe there is any good way to explain our relationship. When I first met him when he was fourteen, I had no intention of accepting the request to train him. He was so young.

But... getting to know him, I realized, he would not belong to any other kind of world but this, and if I did not teach him how to survive, it would eat him alive.

[antaressnipe]

[... Yes, on occasion, teachers will meet such students.

Chiron can't deny the reality of that, even as his face relaxes into a more tired neutrality]

But it seems he's decided on his own path.

[... One that might offer him great pain, from the looks of it.]