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one's own fireside - Dantalion - 10-03-2024
[say]"Asta and I have a bet,"[/say] Danta is telling Charlie as he leads her into the Dusklight, a wicked grin on his face. [say]"He doesn't have much faith in your tolerance for alcohol, you see, given your beautifully petite frame."[/say] Winking for good measure, he holds open a door to further lead them down a corridor towards the butcher's current living space.
[say]"On the other hand, I have every confidence in you. So will you do us a favour, after this, and drink until you pass out so we can count how many it takes?"[/say]
After this, of course, being the act of moving much of Asta's belongings from this location and up to the Maverick's own rooms. Has Danta explained the situation to Charlie at all? Absolutely not. Will she be able to guess within mere seconds, though? All signs point to yes.
Little PQ to move Asta's things into Danta's rooms!
1. Dantalion
2. Charlie
3. Astaroth
RE: one's own fireside - Astaroth - 10-03-2024
Luckily for them all, the butcher has been packing a few of his things to make it easier to transport – and as such, he’s completely unaware of Danta spilling the beans on their bet. Which is probably for the better, because then Asta would feel the need to explain himself and how he does have faith in Charlie, but given what she often drank during the times that they had hung out, it’s only been tea. And he knows how much of a lightweight he’d been when he’d just returned from stone…
Anyway.
It’s about the time that they reach the door that Astaroth’s standing perched on an overturned crate to collect his trinkets (bones. so many bones. in the form of windchimes and jewelry holders etc.) It’s almost archaic in comparison to his typical well dressed attire – but it truly bridges the gap between Whitebrim Cannibal and Gentleman Butcher, idly working away until Danta has returned from retrieving the priestess.
RE: one's own fireside - Charlie - 10-03-2024
[say]"You're trying to tell me that I'm what you and Asta talk about?"[/say] Though Danta can't see it, Charlie's smile is wide as it is playful as she follows behind him, pausing only to peep up at him when he holds the door open for him. Bouncing her dark eyebrows until they disappear beneath her bangs, she gives her tail a mischievous flick before padding softly down the corridor. Dressed sort of appropriately for the task ahead, Charlie was wearing a pair of leopard print leggings and a black tank top, the material of both leaving utterly nothing to the imagination when it came to the shape of her body.
[say]"So what does the winner get?"[/say] She wonders, glancing at the Maverick over her shoulder and flashing him a fanged smile. Though she knew roughly where to find Asta, it wasn't difficult to follow the sound of packing not to mention his carefully cultivated scent—a scent Charlie was doing her best to try and pick up on more and more now that the butcher had made her aware of such things.
RE: one's own fireside - Dantalion - 10-06-2024
[say]"You're trying to tell me that you aren't delighted by that?"[/say] Danta fires back with a grin, raising his eyebrows down at Charlie and moving to lurk in the doorway to the butcher's room where he's packing up the last of his things. [say]"The winner gets to dress the loser for a day,"[/say] he says, leaning casually against the door and grinning wickedly at Astaroth. [say]"So I suppose you could always pass out on purpose if you're dying to see Asta dress me."[/say] But he'll never let her live it down.
[say]"Anyway."[/say] Clapping his hands together, Danta gestures around at the room. [say]"Let's start getting boxes together?"[/say]
Heading to a few crates and containers that he had helped pack (and thus he knows the contents are not too fragile, because Danta can't be trusted), the Maverick lifts a few and offers the lighter ones out towards Charlie.
Alright, let's grab some boxes! (If Astaroth has more packing to finish, he can keep doing that this round instead).
RE: one's own fireside - Astaroth - 10-06-2024
He does hear the tail end of it, and it draws the butcher’s attention toward the duo as they lean against his door. His tail flicks slightly as he collects the last bit of bone portions, before turning toward them with that too sharp smile. “[say]Does it count, now that you’ve made her aware of the stakes, darling?[/say]” He asks, before his dark gaze flits toward Charlie, overtly pleased to see their priestess. “[say]I imagine you would very much like the outfit Danta had created for me.[/say]” It isn’t his cup of tea, exactly, but Danta had taken the preferences of the butcher's and mashed them together to create it.
It’s precisely why he does enjoy wearing it on occasion. That, and the lingering eyes add a nice touch.
Nodding to Danta, Astaroth drifts toward the open box he’d been working in, setting the bone pieces within and listening to them rattle amongst the others, before he picks it up. It harbors all the rest of his trinkets, but the bones were a touch more fragile and so he’d intended for them to go last.
He’s done packing and grabs a box!
RE: one's own fireside - Charlie - 10-06-2024
[say]"Mmmhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."[/say] Playfully skeptical, the priestess glances between the two towering ancients, her blue eyes narrowed. She did wonder a touch about whether or not knowing about the bet would ruin things until an idea struck her. [say]"What about...if Danta wins, he dresses Asta, if Asta wins, he dresses Danta, and If I win—"[/say] The spade tip of her tail flicks against the floor. [say]"—I dress you both."[/say] Charlie winning, of course, meaning that she drinks them both under the table. Planting her hands on her hips, the little blonde raises her eyebrows, glancing back and forth from Butcher to Maverick to see if they'd accept.
Now, as for what Charlie does and doesn't know, it's all remarkably easy to piece together. No she doesn't spend as much time in the Dusklight as she'd like and thus doesn't get to see the pair interact on home turf, but she'd been around them for the entirety of her second-life and it hadn't been difficult to notice the way their unspoken conversations had grown more complex, that their bickering and picking on one another had gone from antagonizingly playful to affectionate, or even the sexual tension she'd noticed simply in the way they passed each other in the halls on occasion.
All that was to say that as Charlie lifted one of the lighter boxes, her tone was casual even as her blue eyes sparkled. [say]"Your room, right?"[/say] She asked Danta, and, once confirmed, the blonde would dart! her way up and back in a handful of seconds.
RE: one's own fireside - Dantalion - 10-06-2024
Narrowing his eyes as Charlie begins, as if trying to feel out exactly where she's going with her suggestions, suffice to say that Danta is utterly thrilled by her addition to their bet. [say]"Uh, yes,"[/say] he says, as if it might not have been obvious. [say]"Though I want it to be known that if you don't dress us both as your faithful acolytes, I'll be very disappointed. I want to wear those crotchless pants, and the robes."[/say] Granted, there doesn't have to be a bet involved in order to do that (something Danta will realise a little later).
In the meantime, though, there's moving to do, and at Charlie's oh-so-casual question, the Maverick still has the audacity to not quite meet her gaze, though his nod is easy enough. [say]"We'll see you up there,"[/say] he calls just as she disappears, allowing him to grab a few other boxes and throw a sly glance over his shoulder at Asta. [say]"She's going to drink us both under the table, you know that right?"[/say]
It takes a few trips to get all of the boxes up to Danta's rooms, and where once the place was warm and cluttered and homely, it now looks as if it's part of the tail end of a renovation project. Having roped in a few creation mages and other labourers, he's successfully constructed a mezzanine level above where his (their?) bed will go, and the majority of his furnishings are covered in white dust sheets.
[say]"You know better than I which boxes belong up there,"[/say] he says to Asta, nodding at the upper level. [say]"Charlie, do you want to grab these sheets with me?"[/say]
Now all of the boxes have been moved, Asta can decide where he wants his stuff to go, and Charlie and Danta can get rid of the dust sheets! (They can burn or disintegrate them, it doesn't matter).
RE: one's own fireside - Astaroth - 10-06-2024
The addition to their bet has his shark tooth grin widening on his face, huffing a soft sound akin to a laugh as he concedes. “[say]You have a deal, my dear.[/say]” The butcher hums, watching as she vanishes to bring the boxes upstairs as he starts to collect his to walk it upstairs, a little bit envious over the idea of having teleportation magic. (It means he has to deal with one recent nemesis; stairs).
At Danta’s comment, though, the butcher puffs out a sound akin to a sigh or a gods as he nods and winces slightly over toward Danta. “[say]I hope we do not have plans for tomorrow.[/say]” He agrees, because he knows his hangover will be terrible if it’s going to go how he imagines.
Eventually all of the boxes are there, though, and the butcher’s already getting to work, separating out which boxes needed to go up into the mezzanine and which needed to stay down here. Mostly his typical collection of day to day things would be found up there, whereas any of his fine clothing could be set amongst the little nook it’s created underneath as a makeshift closet for the time being (which let’s be honest, clothes are a majority of the butcher’s things). “[say]These two boxes can go up on the mezzanine. The rest likely would fit better down here.[/say]” He informs them, because they certainly weren’t reading his mind.
Asta separates out what needs to go where! Only two boxes to go up on the mezzanine and the rest stay below!
RE: one's own fireside - Charlie - 10-07-2024
[say]"You don't need to lose a bet for me to dress you like that."[/say] Charlie purrs warmly, her blue eyes flashing with delight as she beams up at the Maverick. Indeed the priestess will let Danta play dress up anytime he likes; all the better if he'd like to incorporate a bit of worship into it as well.
Grinning mischievously at both men—it was true that neither had seen her drink in excess before, which made the bet all the more interesting—Charlie continues to vanish with various boxes, reappearing until everything had been moved. [say]"Do you want me to move those ones?"[/say] She asks Astaroth, glancing at the two he'd earmarked to go above. She could do it faster than he could, but if what was inside of them was personal (and it might be, given where it was going), the blonde thought he might want to take care of it himself.
[say]"Can do!"[/say] Grabbing at one sheet, as fire begins to build around her, it occurs to Charlie that burning the cotton might add an unwanted smell to the room, not to mention a good amount of ash. With a sigh—fire would be more fun—the priestess instead distintegrates them so that there will be nothing that requires cleanup later.
RE: one's own fireside - Dantalion - 10-07-2024
[say]"Well if that's the case, I can't wait to see what we'll look like if we do lose a bet. Er, I mean, oh no what could you have planned,"[/say] Danta quips to Charlie, not bothering to hide his smile as they head into his rooms and get to work. And it's a good thing that the priestess has something of a good head on her shoulders, because the Maverick has similarly conjured fire at his fingertips when he realises the consequences of those particular actions, and he grumbles and gets to his tasks by hand instead.
Removing the dust sheets and piling them up beside Charlie to disintegrate, soon enough all of Danta's possessions are uncovered once more, and Astaroth seems to have figured out his mezzanine situation. [say]"It would be easier for you to move them,"[/say] he agrees with Charlie. [say]"But I'll leave that between the two of you. Asta might not want his unmentionables touched. Whoever isn't touching them, though, help me with this?"[/say]
This being the large fireplace that he's had to let die in order to allow the mezzanine's construction.
One person to move Asta's secret boxes (wink wonk) and the other to help Danta build up the fireplace!
RE: one's own fireside - Astaroth - 10-07-2024
It would be much easier for Charlie to dart the boxes up to the mezzanine, and after a heartbeat of thinking (long enough for him to decide what goes where and for Charlie and Danta to finish making the cloth covers vanish), the butcher shoots the priestess a grin. “[say]That would be lovely, darling.[/say]” He hums, content to leave it with her as he drifts toward the Maverick.
“[say]She could rummage through them if she wanted, I imagine they’re quite boring in comparison to the likes of you both.[/say]” He hums a touch affectionately, infinitely amused as he starts to collect some firewood, layering them within the cold fireplace so that they can bring it back to the comfortable warmth the room often was.
Asta helps with the fireplace!
RE: one's own fireside - Charlie - 10-07-2024
Bouncing her eyebrows, Charlie is quite content to leave both Asta and Danta in suspense as to what she'd dress them in should (when) she win. No doubt it will involve a good amount of custom tailoring, but then, the priestess happened to know just the man for the job who happened to have both ancient's measurements on hand.
Picking up one of the two boxes gingerly, Charlie's tail lashes out animatedly behind her as she huffs loudly in Danta's direction. [say]"I would never."[/say] She declares, pouting. Even if she was curious as to the things a man like the butcher would keep at his bedside, she had far too much respect and affection for Asta to ever go snooping. [say]"Just for that, I think you should have to drink an extra shot."[/say] She hums, before dart!ing up a level and sticking out her tongue.
Reappearing, Charlie grabs the last box and places it next to the first on the mezzanine level.
RE: one's own fireside - Dantalion - 10-07-2024
[say]"Since it's you, I'll take two extra shots,"[/say] Danta declares with a beaming smile up at Charlie, and if it isn't clear yet, the Maverick absolutely has no intention of winning this little bet. It's too tempting to allow the priestess the honour of dressing them up, though he's beginning to feel as though he'll be in a cocktail dress and heels by the time she's finished with them. (Which, why the fuck not?)
Anyway.
As Charlie deals with the boxes and the mezzanine level, between Astaroth and the Maverick, they are more than practiced at stoking the flames in this particular fireplace. With the addition of fresh firewood and a few cinnamon sticks, by the time their magic coaxes the hearth to life, it won't just look good - it will smell good, too.
[say]"Okay, one last thing,"[/say] he calls up to Charlie, his smile much more earnest than it has been. [say]"Do you think you could make something in here as an homage to our dark lady? It'd be nice to have a touch of Dygra about the place, and as a priestess, I can't think of anyone more suited."[/say]
And in the meantime, Danta beckons Asta towards the large, ornate mirror they'd uncovered with one of the dust sheets. [say]"It's bad luck if we break it,"[/say] he warns. [say]"So pick a wall to put it against, and we'll move it in place."[/say]
Last round!
Charlie to make a little altar to Dygra in the room somewhere. She'll find candles, gems, bones, incense and anything else she might need in arm's reach!
Danta and Asta to choose a wall to mount the mirror against!
RE: one's own fireside - Astaroth - 10-07-2024
Dramatically letting the gasp of delight leave him at Charlie’s warning, it breaks into a deep chuckle as he works to put together the fireplace. He would love to see what Charlie could create for him, but he’s also inherently competitive (a streak from Whitebrim that hasn’t broken, in all honesty). He’s fully aware he’s gonna be horribly hungover the next morning.
The fire gets underway, though, and Astaroth takes a slow deep inhale of the cinnamon that brings a sense of homely warmth. Settling into it as Danta directs, Astaroth follows the Maverick, stepping up beside him and presses a warm hand to the middle of his back, flashing a crooked grin toward the blonde. “[say]I certainly don’t want any bad luck.[/say]” He hums, before stepping back to glance around. Choosing a wall nearby where their clothes would end up, the butcher picks that space.
“[say]Perhaps we could both preen.[/say]” He teases, grabbing the side and waiting for Danta to grab his side before he carefully helps to maneuver it over toward the wall.
Astaroth picks a wall and starts to move the mirror!