[Hope you're enjoying that entire room to yourself, buddy. Archer (as he has been asking everyone to call him) is not going up the stairs of the inn without a good reason, so he just disappears into the forest once night time hits.
But hey, it's breakfast time, and though he probably could have scavenged for something, there is a whole dining room and kitchen to explore.
-- He has no clue what half of this is, though.
So yeah, Taako is going to find the huge centaur inspecting a blender which isn't even plugged in]
He should probably not laugh at the centaur man every time he sees him, but it keeps just! Being funny!]
You know, is it too personal a question to ask if you use your guts in the human half or the horse half? Do ya' just eat oats? Or can you mix it up with some yogurt in the mix too?
[And he doesn't even sound surprised by the invasive question, considering he breezes right along to the explanation... while still pressing buttons on the blender and wondering why it does not work]
For the most part, I can eat most foods that humans can, though there are some that would lead to complications if I ate them in abundance -- breads, for instance.
[Hey. Someone is just laying diagonally on the new giant bed in the room. He sits up a little when this guy clipclops into the room, looking mildly surprised.]
[Old roomie, WHERE ARE YOU. Chiron is always concerned about one of the twins (well, both of the twins, lbr) and will go out to find him at some point Friday]
[A nod of recognition whenever they cross paths. Horse Dad is a bit... well. His mannerisms as are they always are, but even he's perhaps tired after everything that happened]
[Oh, so he does remember names occasionally. Taako’s just hanging out outside, sitting on a bench somewhere - not really doing much of nothing except avoiding Some People. So it’s fine.]
. . . You didn’t do anything wrong, so don’t take all the teen yelling personally or anything. I think people are just pissed they can’t do anything.
[The cha cha slid into that verdict, which is why Chiron can't even be truly relieved. But after the headache that was that trial? He needs tea, badly. To the kitchen he goes.
These children are going to send him to an early grave]
Taako is just asneep in a pile of kigus in the clothing store will you rudely wake him up, Archer. Can you even see him. What if he stepped on him and he just died.]
[imma backdate so it doesn't run into event shenanigans but--
Sometimes you see one of the twins and open your mouth to greet them, but sadly your hoof steps right ontop of a memory ball bc you are Big and not nimble enough to side-step it. It's fine.
But oh, as the scenery changes, the surroundings twisting until they're both in a vibrant meadow, almost as if the colors are overly saturated.
The perspective shifts
And with the first breath of life, you are born.
Unlike the other gods, you do not enter the world fully formed. You are a babe crying on a soft bed of grass, little hands clenched as you kick all four of your legs in an appeal for comfort. The wind is cold on your skin, and you are hungry for food.
You are an infant, but you are still born of immortal blood. And so you remember everything you see, hear, smell – how the light shimmers through the leaves of a nearby tree, and how the wind feels on your skin as you continue to cry.
And you remember the face of your mother, horrified and disgusted, when she takes her first look at you.
Even in her horror, she is beautiful, you think -- her features delicate and eternal in a way you will inherit. But you still feel the weight of that hatred, and it makes you cry more in a desperate plead for love. Instead your mother recoils the louder you are, tears streaming down her cheeks as she turns away with her hands turned up at the sky. There is a shrill cry for mercy, for peace – to be taken as far away as possible from the monster she’s created.
And then her limbs harden, her legs take root in the earth, and very soon all that is left of your mother is a linden tree that has already begun to bloom soft, yellow flowers.
You continue to cry – you are an infant, after all. But this time it is because you know that there is no love for you in this world yet, not from her. ]
... Ah.
[Clearing his throat.]
I... apologize for that.
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I... suppose that was my mother? [He doesn't sound sure at all.]
[He'd meant to do this last week, truthfully, but then one of his adopted daughters had died, the weekend had been a mess, and then with the coming of Monday... llamas.
So Tuesday! Tuesday is when Chiron begins the task of looking for Taako, his expression already dipped in apology by the time he finds him.]
W0 || Saturday
But hey, it's breakfast time, and though he probably could have scavenged for something, there is a whole dining room and kitchen to explore.
-- He has no clue what half of this is, though.
So yeah, Taako is going to find the huge centaur inspecting a blender which isn't even plugged in]
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He should probably not laugh at the centaur man every time he sees him, but it keeps just! Being funny!]
You know, is it too personal a question to ask if you use your guts in the human half or the horse half? Do ya' just eat oats? Or can you mix it up with some yogurt in the mix too?
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Ah, you're knowledgeable on horses, then?
[And he doesn't even sound surprised by the invasive question, considering he breezes right along to the explanation... while still pressing buttons on the blender and wondering why it does not work]
For the most part, I can eat most foods that humans can, though there are some that would lead to complications if I ate them in abundance -- breads, for instance.
... And I prefer avoiding dairy when I can.
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WEEK 0 - MONDAY NIGHT
Oh, figured out stairs, huh?
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No, I was introduced to elevators. Apparently our hosts felt bad about leaving me in the forest.
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[Taako sits up at least, to have a converation.]
Good luck fitting in this room, anyway. Mostly taken up by my huge bed now.
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W0 || post-trial
[He's going to poke his head into the room, seeing if his roommate is even in here]
I've prepared tea, if you would like some.
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Um, nah, I'm good.
[Hm.]
Have you seen Lup?
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[Immediately looking stern because given all the nonsense of today...]
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W1 || Friday
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Where were you! I was on the moon and I needed a tank like nobody's business.
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WEEK 1 - POST TRIAL
where you at
what's happening]
Pretty embarrassing display for us, huh?
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We were disorganized and lacked focus, and so were forced to fall back on the most suspicious among us, even if we already suspected he was innocent.
[... So yea. It was bad]
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W1 || Sunday
[A nod of recognition whenever they cross paths. Horse Dad is a bit... well. His mannerisms as are they always are, but even he's perhaps tired after everything that happened]
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[Oh, so he does remember names occasionally. Taako’s just hanging out outside, sitting on a bench somewhere - not really doing much of nothing except avoiding Some People. So it’s fine.]
. . . You didn’t do anything wrong, so don’t take all the teen yelling personally or anything. I think people are just pissed they can’t do anything.
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WEEK 2 - TUESDAY
Taako is wandering around, holding . . . a container? Hm.]
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That has not changed today]
What is that?
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W2 || Saturday
These children are going to send him to an early grave]
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Oh-- you're still up.
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WEEK 3 - THURS
Taako is just asneep in a pile of kigus in the clothing store will you rudely wake him up, Archer. Can you even see him. What if he stepped on him and he just died.]
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Chiron instead is gonna plop next to him because he heard Taako's breathing and is... surprised when he hits cloth instead of floor. How fortunate]
... Taako?
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W4 || Tuesday
Sometimes you see one of the twins and open your mouth to greet them, but sadly your hoof steps right ontop of a memory ball bc you are Big and not nimble enough to side-step it. It's fine.
But oh, as the scenery changes, the surroundings twisting until they're both in a vibrant meadow, almost as if the colors are overly saturated.
The perspective shifts
And with the first breath of life, you are born.
Unlike the other gods, you do not enter the world fully formed. You are a babe crying on a soft bed of grass, little hands clenched as you kick all four of your legs in an appeal for comfort. The wind is cold on your skin, and you are hungry for food.
You are an infant, but you are still born of immortal blood. And so you remember everything you see, hear, smell – how the light shimmers through the leaves of a nearby tree, and how the wind feels on your skin as you continue to cry.
And you remember the face of your mother, horrified and disgusted, when she takes her first look at you.
Even in her horror, she is beautiful, you think -- her features delicate and eternal in a way you will inherit. But you still feel the weight of that hatred, and it makes you cry more in a desperate plead for love. Instead your mother recoils the louder you are, tears streaming down her cheeks as she turns away with her hands turned up at the sky. There is a shrill cry for mercy, for peace – to be taken as far away as possible from the monster she’s created.
And then her limbs harden, her legs take root in the earth, and very soon all that is left of your mother is a linden tree that has already begun to bloom soft, yellow flowers.
You continue to cry – you are an infant, after all. But this time it is because you know that there is no love for you in this world yet, not from her. ]
... Ah.
[Clearing his throat.]
I... apologize for that.
[...]
I... suppose that was my mother? [He doesn't sound sure at all.]
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Oh. Um. Well. Hm. Hm! Uuh! Hmm. Well! Well.
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W6 || Tuesday
So Tuesday! Tuesday is when Chiron begins the task of looking for Taako, his expression already dipped in apology by the time he finds him.]
... If you perhaps have a moment...?
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Hm?
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