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Tweak says, "A villain has arrived!"

eadwulf grieve (eadwulf) wrote in dunwichgame,
@ 2024-02-04 13:28:00

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!log/thread/narrative, critical role: eadwulf grieve, green creek series: gordo livingstone, ∙ plot: 013 rock lobster

Eadwulf & Gordo

01.04 9PM | Eadwulf's home | Low

Attempting to undo a curse. Again.

⚠ Consensual violence, head injury

The grass behind Eadwulf's house tasted wet and green. He knew this intimately, as he was currently lying facedown in it. One arm bent awkwardly underneath himself, the other splayed out, as though in his last moments of consciousness he had tried to stop his fall. Or maybe just to strangle his foe.

Eadwulf raised his head. Said foe was a few feet away: upright and, mercifully, still breathing. Groaning to hide his relief, Eadwulf let his head drop back into the grass. The magical safeguards he and Gordo had put in place still worked – a little too well, judging by the smell of burnt hair that lingered in the air.

A muted bark came from the house: Rösti, exiled from the magical shenanigans happening outside, registering her muffled annoyance with her lazybones of a human.

Both to show her that he was alive and because inhaling grass was getting old, Eadwulf rolled over. "It didn't work," he groaned. This made it three times now they'd tried to unwind the curse, and three times they'd failed. Add it to their prior attempts and this dismal track record was inching into professional embarrassment.

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wolfsraven
2024-02-05 03:06 am UTC (link)

"No, it didn't," Gordo said from a those few feet away. He was upright, that was true, but he wasn't sure mow much longer that was going to last, if they kept this up.

He considered the grass beneath their feet, reached up with his only hand to run it through his hair, to see just how big a bump he was going to have after this last round. Gordo was pretty sure he was bleeding, because that couldn't all be sweat. He decided not to look and muttered a curse instead, scowling at -- well, honestly, himself. He wasn't having much in the way of luck with Eadwulf's curse, not yet, and he was really starting to doubt the validity of the list that the other man had come up with. "Have you considered being less difficult?" He asked, smarmy, even as he took a calming breath and walked a slow circle, ignoring the dog barking in the background and then offering Eadwulf a hand up. "You okay? Sorry, by the way." If he could apologize for self defense, anywau.

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eadwulf
2024-02-05 09:14 am UTC (link)

Eadwulf scoffed and growled, "No," on both counts. But when Gordo's outstretched hand came into view, he grabbed it, let himself be pulled to his feet. Apology accepted.

The indignity of defeat clung to him like a bad smell. He wrinkled his nose and touched a hand to the back of his skull. Tender, but not bleeding. That was lucky.

"Do I still have my eyebrows?" he wondered, as though that mattered. "I don't seem to have gone bald…" Small mercies, all things considered. "Let's take a break. Rösti has been cooped up inside all evening." That was the only reason he suggested it, of course. Nothing to do feeling like he'd been put through the wringer, or Gordo looking no better.

	wolfsraven 2024-02-23 02:50 am UTC (link)
	Gordo blinked, and then leaned back to give Eadwulf a searching sort of look. "You have a kid? You didn't remember her name?" He supposed you couldn't know what you didn't know but -- Eadwulf hadn't said anything about it. And Gordo wasn't actually sure he'd helped other than by sitting down and talking. "I -- is there anything else like that?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)