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voidtreckerexpress2020-04-05 07:47 am
callmegladio) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-04-05 07:47 am
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Excuse the mess but we live here.
Who: Gladio and... anyone! If someone from Blue Team wants to come assist, they can!
What: Gladio has a mission. And is bored. So bored.
When: Egret 19, dawn. Or as dawn as you can get. And will be going on almost all day till he gets to the cabins.
Where: Currently the dining car. But he will be everywhere!
Warnings: Just a bunch of silliness, really! ^^ Gladio has only one working arm currently so this should be highly amusing. Come help him, chat to him, judge him as you pass by, whatever floats your goat.
Gladio was no stranger to getting down and dirty with the troops. His father had taught him well. Just because he was the Kings Shield didn't put him above others, he needed to do his part to the cause, so to speak.
Which was why, when the Shield discovered that his 'Team' had chores to do, he found himself in the store carriage picking through the cleaning supplies to get a start on doing just that. What else did he have to do, exactly?
After picking through the cleaning products that he would need, Gladio headed for the next carriage. For now he was only going to clean the common areas, without having permission from the other passengers he wasn't about to go barging into bedrooms demanding they get the hell out so he can tidy up their mess. No, he would start from one end and work his way through. The dining carriage was his first port of call. He had polish and cloths for tables and chairs and anything else he could find that undoubtedly had layers of dust. The kitchen he bypassed and up he went, armed and ready to do battle with dust bunnies and coffee rings.
The fact he only had one usable arm did not deter him. He didn't really need two to clean, right?
What: Gladio has a mission. And is bored. So bored.
When: Egret 19, dawn. Or as dawn as you can get. And will be going on almost all day till he gets to the cabins.
Where: Currently the dining car. But he will be everywhere!
Warnings: Just a bunch of silliness, really! ^^ Gladio has only one working arm currently so this should be highly amusing. Come help him, chat to him, judge him as you pass by, whatever floats your goat.
Gladio was no stranger to getting down and dirty with the troops. His father had taught him well. Just because he was the Kings Shield didn't put him above others, he needed to do his part to the cause, so to speak.
Which was why, when the Shield discovered that his 'Team' had chores to do, he found himself in the store carriage picking through the cleaning supplies to get a start on doing just that. What else did he have to do, exactly?
After picking through the cleaning products that he would need, Gladio headed for the next carriage. For now he was only going to clean the common areas, without having permission from the other passengers he wasn't about to go barging into bedrooms demanding they get the hell out so he can tidy up their mess. No, he would start from one end and work his way through. The dining carriage was his first port of call. He had polish and cloths for tables and chairs and anything else he could find that undoubtedly had layers of dust. The kitchen he bypassed and up he went, armed and ready to do battle with dust bunnies and coffee rings.
The fact he only had one usable arm did not deter him. He didn't really need two to clean, right?
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But by Naga, if this guy isn't giving him some serious Frederick vibes. Especially when he adds that last part. No wonder this lecture was feeling so familiar.
"Even in a dining car?" See, he gets that advice in battle. And he's good about it in battle! But outside of that.. yeah, he's an idiot. "I'm cleaning it up now, after all! No real harm done. Breadcrumbs don't have feelings."
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"If you don't know what's going on around you, what good are you?" He asked, shooting the guy a sidelong look. "How do you know what's going on? How do you know you're not hurting yourself or others, or missing things that are right there in front of you? No. The breadcrumbs don't have feelings. But until I pointed them out you didn't care and would have walked away leaving the mess for someone else who does have feelings." He polished the top of the table as he spoke. There was no anger in his voice. Maybe he was lecturing, he didn't really mean to, he just saw it as a teachable lesson the kid sorely needed. Though something told Gladio he wouldn't pay it a blind bit of notice.
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But that's just Inigo's way of dealing with things. Making jokes about them. Pretending to brush everything off. Because there's no way he can show even the slightest hint of genuinely and non-sulkily feeling bad over being lectured - or feeling bad that maybe Gladio is right about him. Whoo, boy, suddenly it's really hard to not let himself spiral down the internal slide of self-doubt over a bunch of breadcrumbs of all things. But he's trying. Inigo's a pretty good pretender when he actually tries.
"I'm actually quite a fun person once you get to know me, you know."
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"I'm sure you are." Gladio straightened up after having finished cleaning the table. "Thanks for cleaning your mess up, kid." He moved away to go and finish cleaning up the other tables and the messed other people had caused. Already considering having words with people about cleaning up after themselves.
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"Well.. I guess I could help out a little more, then." There's something faintly awkward about him still, like part of him regrets having been such a drama queen about it when just plainly cooperating clearly would have gone over easier, but his mood mostly seems to be tail-wagging-puppy at this point.
".. I don't think I've seen you much around the train before."
If not just because he's pretty sure he would have gotten yelled at with all of his constant dumbassery a lot earlier otherwise.
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He gave himself a little mental shake and returned to wiping down the table, but he was smiling more now. "Depends on where you go. I spend my mornings in the gym and the rest of my days in the greenhouse reading." There wasn't much else he could do. Sometimes Noct would show up and sit with him for a minute before falling asleep. Sometimes Prompto. Sometimes Madoka would come and talk to him about flowers. All in all it was a bit of a lonely existence but he'd done it to himself he supposed. "And then I sleep. Rinse and repeat. I thought today I'd make an effort and clean before I go stir crazy." A random bout of honesty toward a complete stranger...
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"Not very used to staying in one place like this?" He says, trying to keep his tone as casual. It's not like he wants to force anyone to pour their heart out unless they feel like it, after all, and with the way Gladio seems so tough, Inigo figures maybe he has a bit of manly pride keeping him from doing so anyway. So he's just trying to seem as nonchalant and focused on the cleaning he's doing as possible.
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"What about you? Are you okay with all this sitting around on your hands waiting for something to happen?" He had stopped cleaning now and had actually turned to give the kid his attention.
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Gladio picked exactly the wrong moment to give Inigo his full attention, because Inigo sure wishes he didn't have it right now. After all, that question makes him think about his situation back home. Thinking of days where he had to fight until it felt like his arms were about to fall off, of nights where he couldn't sleep with worries over the people he cares about being in danger or the guilt of killing.
Compared to that, this feels like paradise sometimes. A vacation. But he can't exactly say that, considering how little he wants to talk about his situation back home. But it's still impossible to hide the awkward pause when all of that shoots through his head as he just stares at Gladio.
His head dips a little, and something sad flashes across his face before it's quickly hidden behind a slight smile as he quickly returns to cleaning.
"You know. It could be worse? The people here are pretty nice. And the food's good too." Not that that's a real direct answer to that question, huh.
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"It could... And part of me is almost happy to be here. Back home it wasn't the best. Least from what I'm told my future didn't look the brightest." Gladio had missed out on what the others had seen. Luna's passing, Ignis' losing his eyesight...himself being an ass during such a time. "I just don't like enclosed spaces." Gladio continued with a low chuckle. "Do you like camping?"
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He gratefully latches onto the last question though, happy to have something to talk about that doesn't make him think too much.
"It's alright. But I've done it so much in the past few years before I ended up here that it was pretty much the regular way of existing to me." Thankfully it's easy to play it off as just a lifestyle choice or something.. "It was so strange to get used to actual beds again here."
He laughs.
"If you don't like enclosed spaces, then I'm guessing you love camping. You sure look like you could wrestle a bear."
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He laughed right along with the kid and had to nod.
"If you ask my friends they'd say yeah, I love camping. I like being close to nature." Another laugh. "Not to wrestle bears though."
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He shakes his head though, prefering to focus on the positive rather than the negative. Especially since he finds himself quickly prefering the way Gladio laughs over the way he can scold people... Please, let him stick on the good side of this guy. He's even working hard on cleaning up here for it!
"You're seriously going to tell me though you're never wrestled a bear before? Not even once?"
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"Tried my hand at a behemoth once, does that count?" That was the biggest and baddest creature he could think to name.
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"A behemoth?" He repeats the name, like he's searching his memory. "Can't say I've ever heard of those before. Are they bigger than a bear? Probably, right? Even just the name alone already sounds kind of intimidating."
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"What about you?" Gladio have the kid a searching look and smiled. "Where do you fall on this train? Fighter or not?"
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His mind slowly starts processing the fact he was asked a question though, and so Inigo shakes his head to snap himself out of the thought of behemoths to answer it.
"I'm a fighter." He can answer that much confidently. It'd be doing himself a disservice to not call himself that after all he's done back home. "Believe it or not, but I was actually a mercenary back home."
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"I believe it." Gladio replied with a low chuckle. "Personally I'm military trained. My job was to protect my Prince, now my King. But I've met a few mercs in my time. Most were good. Are you a good..." He gave a little gesture of his hand for the guy to fill in the blanks, because so far he had no idea what the guys name was.
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Before he can get too lost in that thought though, he realised he's practically being asked a question here. "Oh-- I'm a swordfighter, mostly. There's some other weapons I can use if I try, but swords always felt the most comfortable to me."
There's the tiniest moment of hesitation before he holds out his hand to Gladio, hoping a handshake from the other might just not crush every single bone in his hand. "My name's Inigo, by the way. And.." Any hint of hesitation is quickly replaced by a slightly too hopeful smile, as if this part only seems to have been fully processed by now. "You really believe it?"
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"I help train fighters back home." Gladio replied. "I trained Noct. So yeah, I believe you when you say you can fight." And as if to prove it, the hand he'd been shaking he turned over so that Gladio could see the palm. They weren't the delicate, smooth hands of someone who didn't know what hard graft was. Which puzzled him given the way the kid had reacted toward being asked to clean up his own messes.
"Maybe one day you'll show me what you're made of." Gladio chuckled. "And I'll go easier on you next time you mess up the dining room."
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It comes out after a moment of pause, but it sounds very genuine. Honestly, Inigo's starting to feel a little bad for having gotten such a rough first impression of the other. Not that he wouldn't freak out again if Gladio yelled at him, but.. he doesn't seem super strict now. Not in a constant-no-fun-allowed kind of way, anyway. There's a lot you can tell from someone's handshake, and Gladio's is definitely a good one.
Although the most important part is that Gladio believes him. For real. And so quickly too. Inigo is so very unused to people giving him the benefit of the doubt, so it means the world to him. While he's trying to look at least a little cool here, there's no way he could stop a hint of the dumb grin it gives him from slipping out anyway.
"I'm curious to see what a guy like you can do too."
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He moved his good hand to the side and in a flash of warm blue light he materialised his sword. The thing was as tall as Gladio was and nearly as wide. Black and gold and beautifully ornate, and wickedly sharp.
"When I'm fully armed, I'm pretty handy in a fight." Gladio winked, showing he was teasing and making a joke of the fact that he was currently only able to use a single arm.
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Now that's something Inigo didn't expect. Especially since he had no idea that Gladio was able to pull out his sword that way, nor that he could do it with only one hand.. and especially not that the sword would be that size. Inigo's jaw is just about on the floor. He may not be as much of a nerd for swords as his cousin is, but that doesn't mean he can't appreciate something like this.
The admiration is obvious on his face even as he metaphorically picks his jaw off the floor and laughs. "That was a terrible pun, but I'll forgive you it since that sword is amazing. I mean, I'm no bad swordsman, but I'm nowhere near the level of skill that has to be required to wield something like that."
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"You won't know unless you try." He had shorter swords and he would probably offer one of those to him in a minute, but he was curious if he was being humble or not.
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Other than to try to live up to it. Because failure when he's being trusted is unacceptable.
".. Alright."
He's still feeling nervous as all hell, but he actually grabs a hold of the handle. The sword is much bigger and heavier than what he's used to, and it shows, but as he puts a bit more strength into it, Inigo actually manages to hold onto it without dropping it like an idiot. He does have some muscle, after all.
"This is really different from what I'm used to.." Inigo even sounds more contemplative now, like he's actually taking this seriously. "Almost more like the axes I've trained with a few times back home."
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