( some time after cursing bb, felicity has stepped away to cool off. but first... there's something she's got to do. almost embarrassed, she approaches gnosis while everyone's still talking about presumably much more important stuff than whatever the fuck just happened- )
As much as off-topic discussions frustrate me, it was warranted. That girl... [he affords a Face Emotion, a brief curl of the lip and furrow of the brow.] I'm not particularly fond of her, so to see you dealing with her gave me a sense of schadenfreude.
[ Schlorps under Gnosis' door without knocking. He's polite, but just not when it comes to doors, apparently. Is Gnosis working? He'll probably hear the jellyfish pulling himself through the crack of the door at the bottom, anyway. "Mizuki, just shove a noodle under the door and unlock it?" No, this is just fine, actually. ]
[Gnosis is just barely waking up from having his head down on his desk, so his hair and feathers are literally all ruffled, and his glasses are off... and then Mizuki talks and he jolts in his chair and immediately throws his glasses on like "what the fuck".]
...Good morning. [Is it... morning. It is morning, right. Is there an imprint from his book on his face oh god.] I wasn't doing anything important.
["i'm gnosis and sleep isn't important (drawing the disney channel logo)"]
( there's a filled mug and a teapot of the tea he's shown to favor on his desk, sitting on a parchment with a magic circle drawn on it to keep the tea at the perfect temperature. there's also a platter of different treats from the meeting, both sweet and savory, waiting, and a note:
Still compiling the notes. Come see me when you're ready. - Felicity )
[Oh girl he is MAD mad (not at you) (to be clear) so it'll be like... two days... before he swings by. He needs all that time to cool off, which is funny, all things considered. Use your ice arts and do it yourself nerd.
But he'll show up to her door after a bit. Tenzin is on his shoulder preening his feathers. Knock knock.]
[ Irene is going to tail after Gnosis. She keeps her lantern close to her to keep her warm because good lord can that man drop the temperature, holy shit. ]
[He's outside in the clearing just past the well, holding his arm out for Tenzin to fly toward and perch on. He's clearly not used to the weight of a giant hunting hawk swooping in to land on him, then being sent off to do the exact same thing again. How did Enciodes ever get used to this...?]
I hope you don't presume you'll be able to drag me back in there to finish the meeting out.
[At the very least, he'll stop doing this practice routine with Tenzin long enough to hold a discussion. The hawk perches on his shoulder and cants his head toward Irene. Gnosis has his gaze elsewhere, though.]
[ Anyway Lancelot is unafraid and will find the prick in his room and just open it or idk find him walking around, and just looks at him with a face: ]
[Gnosis voice: Remind me to keep my goddamn door locked. He leaves it unlocked just in case but...
Anyway, he's at his desk working on ?? something, who knows, and his hawk Tenzin is sitting on a perch near the desk, giving a short warning screech before the door even opens. Too late for Gnosis to get up and lock it, unfortunately.
He doesn't look up from what he's doing.]
Do you need me for something?
[Just. Being professional. :) Not mad :) at all :)]
[ For once, Mizuki actually knocks at Gnosis’ door! He nervously stands there and twists the umbrella in his hands. He wishes he had his little ghostie friend hanging from it still. It would provide him with so much comfort…
[It is. Sometime after the meeting has ended. Tempers have flared, bad things happened...and in the end, Sesa stood by and did nothing, like he often does. He managed to keep himself together and didn't get involved beyond expressing his displeasure verbally, but that didn't matter in the end. Mizuki still got hurt.
His hands are still shaking, having been right there, right next to him when it happened.
Unable to leave the Inn, Sesa escapes upstairs now that people have begun to disperse. Some go in pairs, others go off to be alone...but he's pretty sure he saw Gnosis go this way. Mizuki has Elsword, and Irene probably doesn't want to see him right now.
So.
He'll find the room Gnosis chose to go into, and gently knock.]
[Every fucking meeting, he swears to god. They're lucky he opted not to freeze the room solid this time around because God he was this fucking close to putting several people in the goddamn ground. He's never gotten along with Lancelot, and at this point the man's incendiary words have made Gnosis stop waffling on the guy. He fucking hates him. He has decided this now.
Either way, while Moder seemed content to let people go as long as they would hunker down in a warm building, the lab is... not warm, not at all, not with how he can't get any fires to light or anything to work in there recently. He's back in his old inn room, the one he was using before the lab was constructed, since it's so blazing hot downstairs that the upstairs has become nice and toasty. There are still bits of dust on the walls around old photographs from when he was trying to investigate the mysterious photos everyone had shown up with, that he summarily moved and stuffed in a drawer, and it looks like the bed he stole has been replaced.
Gnosis is at the desk playing with a dagger like an unhinged freak when Sesa knocks. It's the one he once gave to Monch, hand-made, that she returned to him before she ran off into the snows and disappeared for five years.
She'd probably want him to stab Lancer between the eyes with it. Hell, she'd probably chastise him for yet again failing to stand up for a friend when that's always been his failing.]
You may. Come in. Close the door behind you. If I have to hear Lancelot's voice one more time tonight, I might actually be accused of murder.
[It wouldn't be the first time.]
...I assume you wanted to talk about the chaos downstairs, in any case?
[Gnosis will, at some point, find that a note and a large package have been dropped off at his door. Inside is a blanket of decent size and thickness.]
Gnosis, Thank you for being so welcoming and informative. Stay warm. - Livio
[Placed very neatly in an envelope beside Gnosis' head during the time that he seems to be napping. There's a little red bow on the envelope, with a letter attached to it.]
I hope you're actually resting and not passing out from exhaustion. Happy Christmas, or Merry Holidays :)
[Inside the envelope is a page from her sketchbook with a charcoal drawing of Gnosis in his lab, focused and hard at work.
There's another, smaller drawing, of Gnosis ice skating.]
[ Gnosis is gone, which means it’s time for some more exploring! Specifically around the lab, first and foremost, since it’s apparently where he’s going to be staying. Tenzin has a nice perch already, which is good, and the bed is comfortable and Gnosis left his phone and there’s a good view of the rest of the town from the window and—
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Okay, he can’t not look at Gnosis’ phone, right?? It’ll be fun. He can also see the last time Gnosis texted him was to see how it aligned to “when” he was taken from Terra, right? This is for science. Gnosis would understand. ]
[Gnosis' wallpaper is obviously of them, as it has been for many years. His lockscreen is a generic blue colour like oh nooo don't perceive him he's not gayyyyy (he's gay). Enciodes no doubt knows his PIN just because of the amount of times they have to use each other's phones for stuff.
He has no notifications, obviously. Except for one, that says "502 unsent messages" at the top that he hasn't bothered clearing. Clicking it will lead Enciodes to his texts, unless he wants to open them manually. Either way...
His messages are basically as you'd expect. He talks to the other labrats often. There's a message from Matterhorn that just reads "don't make me drag you out of the lab" that is marked read. There's a correspondence with Closure that essentially sums up as "Drill broke" "ok I'll fix it" "thanks". A message to Thorns, marked as "read at 10:03am July 31st" that just says "It's too early in the morning for you to nearly kill yourself". July 31st seems to be the last day his messages sent, in fact.
Enciodes can open their messages and see that the last thing Gnosis sent was simply:]
My pen exploded earlier and I just broke my key off in the lab door by accident. No one can get in or out.
...I'm strangely okay with locking Thorns up in there. Is that bad?
Nevermind, Executor just came by and blew the door off its hinges for us. You miss out, not being on the landship 24/7.
[The Doctor, probably: Federico we've talked about this.
Maybe Enciodes recalls responding to these messages, but if so, Gnosis' phone doesn't reflect them. Instead, from there, it's a wall of messages. The first ten or so are the obvious: I have no idea where this is, where are you, what the fuck is happening, cell service sucks btw. Then, from there... the intensity gradually ramps up.]
There's a fairly small group here. It seems we're all from worlds other than Terra. There's a Sankta here who reminds me distantly of a small Executor, a handful of elves, and a girl with some sort of curse-bearing Arts. The Sankta, by the way, I don't believe is Terran. He's also asked me my name 3 times this week.
A handful of others showed up recently. A boy who is unable to speak, a friend of the Sankta I mentioned, and some Terrans. Mizuki, Irene, and Shalem. Do you remember any of them?
One of the elves recently disappeared. Someone else showed up, though. He seems scientifically-minded. The Sankta clings to him.
One day, these messages are going to send at once and you'll be dealing with half an hour of your phone ringing.
It'll be fairly embarrassing for me when that happens.
I miss you.
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There's an elven woman here named Caoimhe. She was giving me advice about Monch. By the way, she referred to me as your "soldier" and you my "king" when I spoke of you. What do you think?
I don't know how to explain this, but I just had to climb out of an active volcano. Or, rather, the others carried me like a sack of grain as they moved out. Shalem passed me off to Irene, who passed me to Mizuki... I don't know where Shalem went.
Happy Witch's Feast. There's a masquerade going on. I keep imagining that you'll show up and sweep me off my feet like we used to in Victoria. ...Nevermind. It's a silly thought. Please, whatever you do, don't come here. I don't wish to see you as miserable as some people are.
I had a lab built recently. A clinic went up next door. It's almost like working at Rhodes Island, but it's fairly rudimentary. I suppose I can't complain too much.
Others have shown up recently. Do you remember Sesa? The... quirky Vouivre, we'll call him. And there's a girl with botany expertise who's been enjoyable to speak with. Unfortunately, I'm not sure where the girl with the cursed aura went. I'm a bit upset.
To be honest, Enciodes, after spending a few months here, I suddenly miss Kjerag. Having stones thrown at my windows every night is somehow more preferable to the madness that happens here.
I hope you're doing alright without me. We've done it before, of course, but it's been a while.
I asked the Trader if she might be able to use her Arts to get you a letter. Unfortunately she cannot.
Irene once said that time passes differently here than there. Are you still happy, or has my absence gone noticed? I hope there's some version of me still with you.
Not a day goes by where I don't think of you.
At a certain point, I wonder why I send these messages. Perhaps I'm hoping for a miracle, or for you to know that even if we're far apart, I love you dearly.
I'll figure a way out of here somehow and return to you. Count on it.
Happy birthday to me. Mizuki gave me liquor. I'm sure you remember how well that usually goes over for me. If you get any drunk messages at any point... we'll just say it'll be like old times.
btw i lvoe yoyu sofuckingmcuh
I fell asleep very shortly after sending that message.
Merry Christmas, my love. I wish you were here.
[The last few messages are compilations of pictures from the many months he's spent here. Ones of Elsword with twenty marshmallows stuffed into his face and Add smacking the back of his head. Another where Toge is making signs at the camera, since Gnosis had been teaching him. Felicity testing her daggers. Sesa and Mizuki trying to teach Irene how to play Puyo Puyo. Lancer and BB having some loud conversation, captioned "These people annoy me". Caoimhe with her harp. Gara singing, Olivia gardening, Zahliya standing on Moder's back, Heimr and Ydalir, Vash trying to ice skate, Livio being Too Big for the inn couch, Wolfwood and his fuckoff giant cross labelled "That's a gun", N with Rusty, Taliira painting, Astarion trying to sew a hole in his shirt, Kreide playing the cello, Brook on the roof...
People Gnosis has clearly come to care for, even if he's too emotionally constipated to admit it.]
[ Nights are practically always spent with Gnosis. Or, rather, when Enciodes sleeps. He naturally tends to lean towards a nocturnal schedule, and simply forces the diurnal one on himself for sake of convenience, but here those pressures aren't there. Which is all just a lot of words to say "sleep schedule who? Never met her." Still, he does force Gnosis into bed with himself at some point, and they're always spent combing his hands through Gnosis' hair in a way he might find comfort so he can fall asleep. He knows he's stressed and worried about the friends he's lost. All Enciodes can do is be there for him, and patrol in hopes he might happen upon one of these friends.
This worry for Gnosis and need to help him has single-handedly taken his heightened libido and threw it aside for now. He just has a little over a month to get through, anyway, then his breeding season will be over. Oh, how February was always a mess if you happened to be a Silverash.
However, one morning, when he happened upon Ydalir and her chocolates, he decides to partake. More to not insult Ydalir than anything. Sweet things don't usually do it for Enciodes, after all. The feeling he gets afterwards is… well. When you mix "forcibly cuddly" and "in mating season" together, you get Enciodes practically shoving himself into the lab and barely remembering to kick the door closed behind him as he spins Gnosis' chair around to kneel and force him into a liplock.
Hi. He needs to touch? He needs to touch. They should probably go to their room, but, hhhhhh… ]
[Gnosis, meanwhile, has just stayed Depressed™ and thrown himself into his work, which is hardly an unusual sight. He did this when Monch ran off, too, just sort of threw himself into labwork and woke up in a fugue state three days later with Closure asking him if he was okay.
It's lucky, then, that Gnosis isn't holding anything fragile or harmful as his chair is spun around. There's the beginning of a noise, the first syllable of Enciodes' name, before the crush of their lips cuts him off completely. The items he was holding, a pair of forceps and an empty plastic container, hit the floor on either side of him.
Gnosis does mental calculations, tastes chocolate on Enciodes' lips, and then remembers it is February and oh God, Enciodes' biological clock must have caught up with him, Gnosis himself completely forgot this is a thing because he's been so focused on other things. Instead of worrying about the discarded objects, Gnosis twines his fingers into the snow leopard's hair and pulls, half to provide the stimulation Enciodes is seeking, half to back him off so that he can breathe for a moment.]
We have— [he's not taking his own advice here, he's crushing their lips together again,] —a bed, Enciodes—
[They sure do, but Gnosis is licking his way into Enciodes' mouth anyway, not quite getting out of his chair yet.]
[It's hard to know when best to talk about these things. But...Sesa wasn't going to just keep it to himself forever. Not when it wasn't about him so much at all...
He knows better than to bother Gnosis when he is in his quarters, especially when he's working at the lab (which is all the time), but now is just going to have to be an exception. Perhaps he won't be too upset by being interrupted, he thinks as he knocks softly on his door.]
Gnosis? This is Sesa. I wish to speak with you, if you are free.
[At least when Gnosis is in his room, he's "not working" aka he's reading. This is the most casual Sesa will ever see the man, barring the time they had to sleep in one bed together for like, a week before Gnosis kicked him out. He's sitting in bed, for once, looking like he might've been seconds from dozing off.
Thank you, Sesa, you've saved him from another day of sleeping.]
[You know that scene in the Godfather where the guy wakes up and there's a horse's head in bed beside him. Well, picture Gnosis in that scene. Except instead of his bed, it's outside the lab, right on its doorstep. And also instead of a horse head, it's a disconnected arm. Gnosis is undoubtedly familiar with it, considering it's still riddled with the Kintsugi-adjacent work that he'd done just a few weeks prior.
Also, Vash has the courtesy of leaving a note, unlike certain mafiosos. So helpful!]
Study this for Nick.
[It's not signed, and there's nothing more than that, but does there need to be> Gnosis will get the hint.]
[i want it known that rubie and i just discussed this and the verdict is: Enciodes comes home and is like babe there's a fucking arm on the doorstep grab it before Unci does, so that's canon now,
Anyway thanks this is incredibly ominous but he gets it. Your arm has been kidnapped for the next ? ? ? ? have fun kid.]
Gnosis will find, waiting for him in his lab, a bunch of carefully handwritten copies - and some of the originals if they were in books of their own and not part of a larger whole - of Gnosis' previous lives notes on his medical equipment. Not only that, but there's several of Grace's things as well, that Pure Vanilla believes may aid the other: being the science doctor here, and not the magic doctor. Including the vaccine notes he picked up earlier, and notes from someone named Edward Grenore.
As well as a request to, at some point, perhaps collaborate together to meld magic and science? This request will be laid with the breakthroughs that were made when the same thing was attempted.
[This stuff keeps happening to him. What was past-him doing, just leaving blueprints fucking everywhere... a Grace and an Edward, huh? This equipment that past-him blueprinted is very much rudimentary and old-timey and Gnosis almost wants to laugh at it, but he supposes it fits with how much this place is trapped in the past like his homeland used to be.
Well, melding magic and science isn't totally out of the ballpark... Terrans do something quite similar. He'll find Pure Vanilla at a Point Where He's Not Mourning CC RIP and they can talk shop. Wherever the guy is. Gnosis assumes at his home, which isn't too far away, so he'll stop there first.]
Wolfwood still isn't getting around super well. He's learning his leg slowly, which means he's having to wear it, walk around for a bit as much as he's able, then remove it so he can have a break. It's moment's like these where he's really thankful he has a wheelchair, because the only way he was getting this tank over was by holding it in his lap and wheeling his way over to the lab.
Knock knock knock come get your fish, he's holding an eyeball fish for you-]
[Gnosis usually defaults his greetings to "I'll be with you in a moment" or "hey, give me a second", but uh... Pure Vanilla's appearance stops him in his tracks. Whatever he's doing with the tools on his workbench get forgotten, and Gnosis is quick to flit over and steer Pure Vanilla into the nearest chair.
Sit down, you look like you're about to hit the floor peepaw.]
I have time. I take it I don't have to ask you to tell me what happened?
[Over the last few days, Vash has been missing from the grove. Maybe Gnosis has noticed it. Maybe he hasn't. It's no big deal either way. Surely the Liberi has noticed by now that these things happen. And besides, they're not friends or anything! He's not obligated to keep track of Vash. That is not his job!
Unfortunately, it's about to be his problem, especially when he gets a knock on his cabana door one evening. It's... pretty soft, enough so that Gnosis probably couldn't be blamed for missing it. If he doesn't answer right away, there will be the sound of footsteps departing, some silent muttering, before said steps return and another, bolder knock follows.
Vash is, of course, a mess. Being that he hasn't been near a shower or clean clothes, his hair is rife with sand, while the tip of his nose and the hollows of his cheeks seem to have a fine, dusty tint. He might even be sporting a few cuts, gouges, and bruises. Who can say.
But here he is. And before Gnosis can say anything - ]
[They're definitely not friends Gnosis is allergic to the F word thank you very much. (They are friends and the bird is merely stubborn and traumatized.) He does notice the absence, but he chalks it up to the fact that people are just doing Whatever and Gnosis is keeping to himself in light of the fucking heat. He hates it here. Put him back of snow he cannot live like this.
Anyway, the knock is noticed simply because Unci spins around from where she's chasing her tail and trundles over to the door to SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH at it, and that's when Gnosis gets up and answers and has to drag the cub back by her scruff before she charges into the ocean and fights a fish.
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By Kjeragandr, what mess did you get into?
[Yes, he can come in, Gnosis is ushering him inside already. Sit down.]
[ There's a Bunnoi(tm) at the door to the lab, notebook in hand with and extra sheet of paper that he's jotted questions and reiterated points from Silverash's recap of the last family meeting of, and he gives a short warning knock before he comes in anyway, assuming the door is unlocked. If not, he'll just yell outside of the door. Normal behavior. ]
Hey, bird, you're a scientist, right? I need your help.
[Normally Gnosis would bitch about being addressed as "bird" but he is so... he's been up for three straight days and at this point he is just not coping with anything happening at fucking all. The distraction is appreciated. He is about ten books into antidotes for poisons and hasn't stopped moving ever since.]
[This is the one time he got the desk to cooperate with him, thank God. Apparently fixing the wobbly leg on it made it stop rebelling? Who knows really, not Gnosis who is finally not working on the floor.
He just. Looks up at Enciodes. They both have eyebags.]
[Ain probably hadn't meant to tell him about Enciodes' death in such an offhand way, but...Wolfwood knows that Gnosis has to be supremely fucked up in the aftermath, and he isn't just going to not check up on him after that shit. Like...he may not be good with emotional shit, but Gnosis has been here for him through a lot of shit. Shit he didn't have to put up with, but did.
So...
Gnosis will get a knock at his laboratory door, and honestly if he doesn't open the door he is going to just find a way in on his own, hello hope you missed him-]
[Wolfwood's gonna have to open the door himself. Inside, he will find...
A shitton, a fuckton of unfinished explosives pressed against the walls in stacks. Wolfwood hopefully knows what bombs look like, even in an unfinished state, considering where he's from.
He's clearly up to his elbows in work, or he would've answered the door himself. Without looking up from where he's currently buried in scrap metal and the like, he says:]
Gnosis is in the lab- he's always in the lab, of course. And then someone is leaning against his desk like he's going to sit on it, and righteous indignation fills him, naturally. As he goes to scold the person, he'll realize it's someone he's seen only once before... and yet, he knows exactly who the Black Sun is, sitting there with an almost sweet, playful smile as he tilts his head a little. Gold and silver scars mar his dark skin, and silver eyes gleam playfully before he reaches over and flicks Gnosis right in the forehead.
Gnosis snaps awake, blood trickling from a split cut down his forehead.
The soothing embrace of good dreams has faded. In it's wake (hehe), Gnosis is left restless. ...That is to say, this restlessness is more pronounced than ever.
No amount of tossing and turning, nor attempts to snuggle up to Enciodes, can bring him the comfort he needs. He may have found solace in his work, or perhaps enjoying the cold of the outside. Regardless, a peculiar distraction lingers through the trees: a mysterious, flickering pink light emanating from the woods near the Lab. It dances through the trees, beckoning curiosity.
Gnosis attempts to go back to bed. Fuck that noise.]
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[Anyway he'll get up like three and a half minutes later, pull his clothing on and make sure his coat is buttoned tight, and proceed outside to follow the light. He swears to God if he gets killed again—]
( at some point, she knows that she has to do this. it's just a matter of getting around safely, but it's not something she can put off longer. so gnosis has a lily at the lab! yaaay... )
I'm sorry to bother you, but- I will be needing an infection monitor, if possible. For myself, I mean.
( not that it isn't obvious, all things considered. )
I take it this has something to do with the explosion?
[He felt it shaking the walls, because the lab and clinic are Neighbours. God, no one tell Add, he might just leave the Garden in a fury and wring Lily's neck.]
Let me measure your wrist. I can make you one fairly quickly.
[ Mephisto knows the lab is a public space, but he still knocks on the door anyway. Less because he doesn't want to go inside, and more because he wants to have an easy escape in case he needs to scram for whatever reason. He needs all the help he can get in that regard, considering his condition...
So here's a small Liberi, waiting outside for Gnosis. He'll give him about three minutes, and if he doesn't open up, he'll just go in anyway. ]
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Uh- sorry about... all of the drama.
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Walks over to the table to pour Fel a cup.]
As much as off-topic discussions frustrate me, it was warranted. That girl... [he affords a Face Emotion, a brief curl of the lip and furrow of the brow.] I'm not particularly fond of her, so to see you dealing with her gave me a sense of schadenfreude.
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...Good morning. [Is it... morning. It is morning, right. Is there an imprint from his book on his face oh god.] I wasn't doing anything important.
["i'm gnosis and sleep isn't important (drawing the disney channel logo)"]
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Still compiling the notes. Come see me when you're ready. - Felicity )
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But he'll show up to her door after a bit. Tenzin is on his shoulder preening his feathers. Knock knock.]
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Gnosis. Hey...
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I hope you don't presume you'll be able to drag me back in there to finish the meeting out.
[At the very least, he'll stop doing this practice routine with Tenzin long enough to hold a discussion. The hawk perches on his shoulder and cants his head toward Irene. Gnosis has his gaze elsewhere, though.]
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sorry for the delay I been Busy—
Some day or so after the meeting.
Hey.
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Anyway, he's at his desk working on ?? something, who knows, and his hawk Tenzin is sitting on a perch near the desk, giving a short warning screech before the door even opens. Too late for Gnosis to get up and lock it, unfortunately.
He doesn't look up from what he's doing.]
Do you need me for something?
[Just. Being professional. :) Not mad :) at all :)]
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now they kiss - jk
icb lancer is gnosis' rebound from silverash's nonexistence in this game
SDFNJKDSF LMFAO
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I'm shocked. You do know how to knock. ...Come in.
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After da stabbening
His hands are still shaking, having been right there, right next to him when it happened.
Unable to leave the Inn, Sesa escapes upstairs now that people have begun to disperse. Some go in pairs, others go off to be alone...but he's pretty sure he saw Gnosis go this way. Mizuki has Elsword, and Irene probably doesn't want to see him right now.
So.
He'll find the room Gnosis chose to go into, and gently knock.]
Gnosis? May I speak with you?
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Either way, while Moder seemed content to let people go as long as they would hunker down in a warm building, the lab is... not warm, not at all, not with how he can't get any fires to light or anything to work in there recently. He's back in his old inn room, the one he was using before the lab was constructed, since it's so blazing hot downstairs that the upstairs has become nice and toasty. There are still bits of dust on the walls around old photographs from when he was trying to investigate the mysterious photos everyone had shown up with, that he summarily moved and stuffed in a drawer, and it looks like the bed he stole has been replaced.
Gnosis is at the desk playing with a dagger like an unhinged freak when Sesa knocks. It's the one he once gave to Monch, hand-made, that she returned to him before she ran off into the snows and disappeared for five years.
She'd probably want him to stab Lancer between the eyes with it. Hell, she'd probably chastise him for yet again failing to stand up for a friend when that's always been his failing.]
You may. Come in. Close the door behind you. If I have to hear Lancelot's voice one more time tonight, I might actually be accused of murder.
[It wouldn't be the first time.]
...I assume you wanted to talk about the chaos downstairs, in any case?
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Inside is a blanket of decent size and thickness.]
Gnosis,
Thank you for being so welcoming and informative. Stay warm.
- Livio
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Christmas Day
I hope you're actually resting and not passing out from exhaustion. Happy Christmas, or Merry Holidays :)
[Inside the envelope is a page from her sketchbook with a charcoal drawing of Gnosis in his lab, focused and hard at work.
There's another, smaller drawing, of Gnosis ice skating.]
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...ah, these are cute. Someone is a good artist.]
Crime crime crime cri—
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Okay, he can’t not look at Gnosis’ phone, right?? It’ll be fun. He can also see the last time Gnosis texted him was to see how it aligned to “when” he was taken from Terra, right? This is for science. Gnosis would understand. ]
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He has no notifications, obviously. Except for one, that says "502 unsent messages" at the top that he hasn't bothered clearing. Clicking it will lead Enciodes to his texts, unless he wants to open them manually. Either way...
His messages are basically as you'd expect. He talks to the other labrats often. There's a message from Matterhorn that just reads "don't make me drag you out of the lab" that is marked read. There's a correspondence with Closure that essentially sums up as "Drill broke" "ok I'll fix it" "thanks". A message to Thorns, marked as "read at 10:03am July 31st" that just says "It's too early in the morning for you to nearly kill yourself". July 31st seems to be the last day his messages sent, in fact.
Enciodes can open their messages and see that the last thing Gnosis sent was simply:]
My pen exploded earlier and I just broke my key off in the lab door by accident. No one can get in or out.
...I'm strangely okay with locking Thorns up in there. Is that bad?
Nevermind, Executor just came by and blew the door off its hinges for us. You miss out, not being on the landship 24/7.
[The Doctor, probably: Federico we've talked about this.
Maybe Enciodes recalls responding to these messages, but if so, Gnosis' phone doesn't reflect them. Instead, from there, it's a wall of messages. The first ten or so are the obvious: I have no idea where this is, where are you, what the fuck is happening, cell service sucks btw. Then, from there... the intensity gradually ramps up.]
There's a fairly small group here. It seems we're all from worlds other than Terra. There's a Sankta here who reminds me distantly of a small Executor, a handful of elves, and a girl with some sort of curse-bearing Arts. The Sankta, by the way, I don't believe is Terran. He's also asked me my name 3 times this week.
A handful of others showed up recently. A boy who is unable to speak, a friend of the Sankta I mentioned, and some Terrans. Mizuki, Irene, and Shalem. Do you remember any of them?
One of the elves recently disappeared. Someone else showed up, though. He seems scientifically-minded. The Sankta clings to him.
One day, these messages are going to send at once and you'll be dealing with half an hour of your phone ringing.
It'll be fairly embarrassing for me when that happens.
I miss you.
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There's an elven woman here named Caoimhe. She was giving me advice about Monch. By the way, she referred to me as your "soldier" and you my "king" when I spoke of you. What do you think?
I don't know how to explain this, but I just had to climb out of an active volcano. Or, rather, the others carried me like a sack of grain as they moved out. Shalem passed me off to Irene, who passed me to Mizuki... I don't know where Shalem went.
Happy Witch's Feast. There's a masquerade going on. I keep imagining that you'll show up and sweep me off my feet like we used to in Victoria. ...Nevermind. It's a silly thought. Please, whatever you do, don't come here. I don't wish to see you as miserable as some people are.
I had a lab built recently. A clinic went up next door. It's almost like working at Rhodes Island, but it's fairly rudimentary. I suppose I can't complain too much.
Others have shown up recently. Do you remember Sesa? The... quirky Vouivre, we'll call him. And there's a girl with botany expertise who's been enjoyable to speak with. Unfortunately, I'm not sure where the girl with the cursed aura went. I'm a bit upset.
To be honest, Enciodes, after spending a few months here, I suddenly miss Kjerag. Having stones thrown at my windows every night is somehow more preferable to the madness that happens here.
I hope you're doing alright without me. We've done it before, of course, but it's been a while.
I asked the Trader if she might be able to use her Arts to get you a letter. Unfortunately she cannot.
Irene once said that time passes differently here than there. Are you still happy, or has my absence gone noticed? I hope there's some version of me still with you.
Not a day goes by where I don't think of you.
At a certain point, I wonder why I send these messages. Perhaps I'm hoping for a miracle, or for you to know that even if we're far apart, I love you dearly.
I'll figure a way out of here somehow and return to you. Count on it.
Happy birthday to me. Mizuki gave me liquor. I'm sure you remember how well that usually goes over for me. If you get any drunk messages at any point... we'll just say it'll be like old times.
btw i lvoe yoyu sofuckingmcuh
I fell asleep very shortly after sending that message.
Merry Christmas, my love. I wish you were here.
[The last few messages are compilations of pictures from the many months he's spent here. Ones of Elsword with twenty marshmallows stuffed into his face and Add smacking the back of his head. Another where Toge is making signs at the camera, since Gnosis had been teaching him. Felicity testing her daggers. Sesa and Mizuki trying to teach Irene how to play Puyo Puyo. Lancer and BB having some loud conversation, captioned "These people annoy me". Caoimhe with her harp. Gara singing, Olivia gardening, Zahliya standing on Moder's back, Heimr and Ydalir, Vash trying to ice skate, Livio being Too Big for the inn couch, Wolfwood and his fuckoff giant cross labelled "That's a gun", N with Rusty, Taliira painting, Astarion trying to sew a hole in his shirt, Kreide playing the cello, Brook on the roof...
People Gnosis has clearly come to care for, even if he's too emotionally constipated to admit it.]
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This worry for Gnosis and need to help him has single-handedly taken his heightened libido and threw it aside for now. He just has a little over a month to get through, anyway, then his breeding season will be over. Oh, how February was always a mess if you happened to be a Silverash.
However, one morning, when he happened upon Ydalir and her chocolates, he decides to partake. More to not insult Ydalir than anything. Sweet things don't usually do it for Enciodes, after all. The feeling he gets afterwards is… well. When you mix "forcibly cuddly" and "in mating season" together, you get Enciodes practically shoving himself into the lab and barely remembering to kick the door closed behind him as he spins Gnosis' chair around to kneel and force him into a liplock.
Hi. He needs to touch? He needs to touch. They should probably go to their room, but, hhhhhh… ]
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It's lucky, then, that Gnosis isn't holding anything fragile or harmful as his chair is spun around. There's the beginning of a noise, the first syllable of Enciodes' name, before the crush of their lips cuts him off completely. The items he was holding, a pair of forceps and an empty plastic container, hit the floor on either side of him.
Gnosis does mental calculations, tastes chocolate on Enciodes' lips, and then remembers it is February and oh God, Enciodes' biological clock must have caught up with him, Gnosis himself completely forgot this is a thing because he's been so focused on other things. Instead of worrying about the discarded objects, Gnosis twines his fingers into the snow leopard's hair and pulls, half to provide the stimulation Enciodes is seeking, half to back him off so that he can breathe for a moment.]
We have— [he's not taking his own advice here, he's crushing their lips together again,] —a bed, Enciodes—
[They sure do, but Gnosis is licking his way into Enciodes' mouth anyway, not quite getting out of his chair yet.]
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UHH TIME IS FAKE a couple days after Sesa's excursion to the burnt town
He knows better than to bother Gnosis when he is in his quarters, especially when he's working at the lab (which is all the time), but now is just going to have to be an exception. Perhaps he won't be too upset by being interrupted, he thinks as he knocks softly on his door.]
Gnosis? This is Sesa. I wish to speak with you, if you are free.
time is super fake bro
[At least when Gnosis is in his room, he's "not working" aka he's reading. This is the most casual Sesa will ever see the man, barring the time they had to sleep in one bed together for like, a week before Gnosis kicked him out. He's sitting in bed, for once, looking like he might've been seconds from dozing off.
Thank you, Sesa, you've saved him from another day of sleeping.]
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Also, Vash has the courtesy of leaving a note, unlike certain mafiosos. So helpful!]
Study this for Nick.
[It's not signed, and there's nothing more than that, but does there need to be> Gnosis will get the hint.]
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Anyway thanks this is incredibly ominous but he gets it. Your arm has been kidnapped for the next ? ? ? ? have fun kid.]
Gift?
As well as a request to, at some point, perhaps collaborate together to meld magic and science? This request will be laid with the breakthroughs that were made when the same thing was attempted.
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Well, melding magic and science isn't totally out of the ballpark... Terrans do something quite similar. He'll find Pure Vanilla at a Point Where He's Not Mourning CC RIP and they can talk shop. Wherever the guy is. Gnosis assumes at his home, which isn't too far away, so he'll stop there first.]
2 years later
no one is slower than MEEEEE
grips your face hush you have responsibilities
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wow rip my html in that last tag
i didnt even notice shames
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MORE GIFT sometime mid month idk
Wolfwood still isn't getting around super well. He's learning his leg slowly, which means he's having to wear it, walk around for a bit as much as he's able, then remove it so he can have a break. It's moment's like these where he's really thankful he has a wheelchair, because the only way he was getting this tank over was by holding it in his lap and wheeling his way over to the lab.
Knock knock knock come get your fish, he's holding an eyeball fish for you-]
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Well, whatever, Gnosis waits thirty seconds (sorry he's holding something), and then there's a clatter while he puts things down and opens the door.
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I thought we couldn't remove items from that bizarre grocery store?
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after souljam break
He looks like shit.
Breaking your soul will do that. ]
May I have a moment of your time, my friend?
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Sit down, you look like you're about to hit the floor peepaw.]
I have time. I take it I don't have to ask you to tell me what happened?
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After the Fight (tm)
Unfortunately, it's about to be his problem, especially when he gets a knock on his cabana door one evening. It's... pretty soft, enough so that Gnosis probably couldn't be blamed for missing it. If he doesn't answer right away, there will be the sound of footsteps departing, some silent muttering, before said steps return and another, bolder knock follows.
Vash is, of course, a mess. Being that he hasn't been near a shower or clean clothes, his hair is rife with sand, while the tip of his nose and the hollows of his cheeks seem to have a fine, dusty tint. He might even be sporting a few cuts, gouges, and bruises. Who can say.
But here he is. And before Gnosis can say anything - ]
Can I come in?
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Anyway, the knock is noticed simply because Unci spins around from where she's chasing her tail and trundles over to the door to SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH at it, and that's when Gnosis gets up and answers and has to drag the cub back by her scruff before she charges into the ocean and fights a fish.
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By Kjeragandr, what mess did you get into?
[Yes, he can come in, Gnosis is ushering him inside already. Sit down.]
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pre- or post-Mizuki death it's up to you-
Hey, bird, you're a scientist, right? I need your help.
gimme dat post zuki
With?
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sometime this month idk
Shoves all the things off his desk and drops a bunch of paper onto it and looks directly at Gnosis with a glint in his eyes (ignore the eyebags). ]
I have a plan to kill the Creature.
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He just. Looks up at Enciodes. They both have eyebags.]
Is this where you've been all night?
[Leafing through the documents...]
This is extensive.
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Before the Doppelganger Event
So...
Gnosis will get a knock at his laboratory door, and honestly if he doesn't open the door he is going to just find a way in on his own, hello hope you missed him-]
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A shitton, a fuckton of unfinished explosives pressed against the walls in stacks. Wolfwood hopefully knows what bombs look like, even in an unfinished state, considering where he's from.
He's clearly up to his elbows in work, or he would've answered the door himself. Without looking up from where he's currently buried in scrap metal and the like, he says:]
Yes? [...] Oh, Wolfwood, you're back.
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[DREAMING]
Gnosis snaps awake, blood trickling from a split cut down his forehead.
Sometime before the event...
No amount of tossing and turning, nor attempts to snuggle up to Enciodes, can bring him the comfort he needs. He may have found solace in his work, or perhaps enjoying the cold of the outside. Regardless, a peculiar distraction lingers through the trees: a mysterious, flickering pink light emanating from the woods near the Lab. It dances through the trees, beckoning curiosity.
What will you do?
hi sorry im here finally
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Gnosis attempts to go back to bed. Fuck that noise.]
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[Anyway he'll get up like three and a half minutes later, pull his clothing on and make sure his coat is buttoned tight, and proceed outside to follow the light. He swears to God if he gets killed again—]
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I'm sorry to bother you, but- I will be needing an infection monitor, if possible. For myself, I mean.
( not that it isn't obvious, all things considered. )
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[He felt it shaking the walls, because the lab and clinic are Neighbours. God, no one tell Add, he might just leave the Garden in a fury and wring Lily's neck.]
Let me measure your wrist. I can make you one fairly quickly.
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So here's a small Liberi, waiting outside for Gnosis. He'll give him about three minutes, and if he doesn't open up, he'll just go in anyway. ]
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Hey Enciodes there's a suspicious bird here.]
Good afternoon.
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