[Gepard sighs, soft but not so soft that Sampo can’t hear it. His face is still impassive, though, maintaining his composure even in the face of Sampo Koski. But he doesn’t pull his arm away, so Sampo’s going to count that as a win. Just a little win.]
[They walk, two men going in the same direction.]
Ah, is it a free lunch? How generous! I’ll graciously accept, of course.
[Thanks for offering to take the bill, Geppie, that’s very kind of you. Sampo certainly won’t object to it!]
I suppose you only agreed to one lunch date, but I don’t know if I could tell you all of my stories in just an hour or two! We might need to meet for another, so I can finish.
[And that gets Gepard to shoot at look at Sampo, straight at Sampo, not past him, not around him, not in the middle distance as Gepard forces himself past...something, right at Sampo. He tries to remind himself that Sampo Koski is a criminal. He's a conman, a thief. He's a smuggler, for good causes as well as bad, probably, and who knows what else he's done. That if Sampo had insisted on paying for lunch, there was a decent chance that it would be money stolen from his wallet, pickpocketed when he wasn't paying attention.
And, well, it's a pretty good reminder. He intends on saying one thing, but out slips,]
I missed you.
[It's less sentimental and more of an accusation. That's fine.]
You're the only person ridiculous enough in all of Belobog to want to trade stories for food.
[He knew you missed him, Gepard! For all his complaining about how Sampo made his life difficult, he knew that Gepard's life would be so much more boring without a blue-haired conman running around in it, being morally questionable.]
[Sampo has done a lot of things for a lot of different reasons, some good and some bad. Sometimes he's setting the stage for the salvation of a planet from a slow, lingering death, sometimes he's the partner-in-crime to a particular scheming woman with a terrible sense of humor. A man contains multitudes.]
[But today, he's a storyteller for Gepard Landau.]
I don't think it's ridiculous at all! I get lunch, and you get to hear about everything that's going on in the galaxy. There are people who would pay good money for the kind of first-hand accounts that I can provide! You should really count yourself lucky that I'm giving you such a deal.
[So sue him for showing a little favoritism! Gepard is his most favorite boy in Belobog, so he gets better deals than most.]
And I forgot to eat breakfast, so I'm pretty hungry.
[It feels like he conceded something and he doesn't know what it is, and Gepard kind of hates the fact that it felt like he gave something away- something important, something he never wanted Sampo to know. He hates it, and he hates the fact that Sampo's taking it all in stride, seemingly content to have an increasingly surly blond arm in arm, two men walking to a common destination.
He hates it. He hates the fact he likes it. That there's something that warms inside of him as Sampo determinedly insists on being with him no matter what he does, arm in arm, walking towards the same destination.]
Fine.
[And he looks away from Sampo again. They've got a cafe to get to. Sampo is hungry.]
You're being a lot clingier than I ever thought you would be. [The arm in arm thing.] What changed?
[Gepard might be surly, but he's all bark and no bite-- now that he's no longer a guard captain, he has no reason to want to wrestle Sampo to the cobblestones for an arrest. What's he going to do, punch him? That would be assault, and as a good little citizen of Belobog, he'd be obligated to turn himself in for the crime. No, Gepard is both too good and has too much control over himself for that kind of thing.]
Changed? Come on, now, Captain. If I'd have ever tried to touch you while you were a captain, you would've probably bitten my hand off!
[Sampo Koski has a pretty well developed sense of self preservation-- he knows that he would've never gotten close enough to Gepard to touch him like this without severe consequences, ones that would be detrimental to his business. So it was really a practical decision, keeping his distance from the good Captain at every opportunity.]
Don't you touch your friends or your sisters? [Hugs and the like. That's what normal people do! Otherwise, Aeons, the kind of touch starvation you'd get, keeping yourself distant even from the people you love and care for.] Well, if you really don't like it, I guess I could let go... but that's kind of unfriendly, don't you think? And I'm a friendly kind of guy!
[There's a lot of things wrong with what Sampo's saying. There's something off- there's a lot of somethings off about what he's saying. There's so many things off about what Sampo's saying that Gepard doesn't know where to begin. It's like a whole constellation of stars spread out in the sky, laid out just for him, and each twinkling point of light is Something Sampo Koski Said Which Is Very Wrong.
And the worst part is that he should leave it alone. He should just ignore Sampo and keep on walking - resolute and determined - like the captain he once was and march into the cafe the same way he once charged into danger. Gepard knows this. He'd be an idiot to challenge him. Challenging Sampo had never gone well. Ever.
But he's an idiot. He holds onto Sampo's arm with his free hand, like he's poised to pull him off or force him away- Gepard doesn't. He just holds him where he is, right by his side, and looks at his face again and thinks, not for the first time, that it's a stupidly handsome face he might have once liked. It's unfair.
It's really unfair. All of this is unfair. He doesn't care how this looks. Damn how it looks. He's mad and he doesn't know who he hates more: Sampo, or himself.]
You make it sound like you've wanted to give me a hug for quite some time, Koski. [That can't be right.]
[There they are, standing in the street, just staring at each other. Gepard with a sort of mulish, stubborn expression, Sampo with as innocent a face as he can bear to make. What a pair they are, two idiots arm in arm.]
Somebody probably ought to. I didn’t think I’d be the man for that job, but I suppose I could, if you’re that hard up for it.
[Gepard always has come off to him as a man in desperate need of getting laid, but sure, a hug works too. Some kind of human contact that doesn’t involve him trying to punch or arrest anyone. Theoretically, his former baby mama would’ve been fulfilling that need, but she clearly has reneged on her duties, so Gepard has an open spot for it.]
I’ve never charged for hugs before, though, so I don’t have a pricing model yet! You’d have to be my first customer.
[Gepard Landau politely raises his eyebrows at that, and then impolitely raises them (it's in the shift of the eyebrows, in the way he goes from polite curiosity to 'bitch, are you kidding me' disbelief) as Sampo talks about jobs and cost and pricing models and being his first customer? His hand clenches for a moment, half-prepared to tackle Sampo to the ground and rattle off some speech about the Silvermane Guard.
Gepard doesn't. He just- he forces his hand to relax, smooth out, still holding Sampo close. Unpleasantly close, for the both of them, probably. Neither moving forward nor moving back. Standing there, like two idiots.]
Should I ask what you would charge me? Or am I better off not knowing?
Ah, that’s a good question. You shouldn’t buy anything without knowing what it costs first!
[Especially not from Sampo. Who knows, he might ask for your firstborn child, like goblins did in old Belobog fairytales. And Gepard actually has one of those!]
I could just charge you in cash, but I’m really not hurting for credits right now. For you, it should be something more interesting! Since I’m giving you something you don’t have, you should give me something that I don’t have.
[A novelty for a novelty. The question is, could Gepard ever actually find something to give that Sampo doesn’t already have?]
Right now, though, I might take having my arm back. You’ve still got a strong grip, Gepard.
[He’s pretty well caught, and they’re still standing in the middle of the street.]
[A blink, Gepard hesitates, his mouth frowning, and then-]
Right.
[-and he lets go of his grip on Sampo's arm, and, for that matter, makes a half-hearted attempt at shaking his other arm loose. (To be decided if Sampo lets him or not. It's a half-assed attempt anyway.) Regardless of how imprisoned his arm is, he marches forward and onward and then into the cafe.
It's a nice cafe, by Belobogian standards. He gets a look from one of the servers, which, well- he's a regular, and now he's here with a blue-haired nuisance, he supposes he should expect this. He quietly holds up a hand in response to the question: two fingers, two seats, the blue-haired nuisance which may or may not be on his arm is with him, they're sitting together.
His face is grim, his mouth set in a frown, they seem to believe that Sampo's heralding trouble (he is, not in the way they'd probably expect) and they're ushered to a table by the window without too much fanfare. Somewhere where they can sit with a little bit more quiet than the rest of the building. And Gepard has to ask himself just why did he agree to this, again? Why did he challenge Sampo to whatever-this-is? What is the point?
They're given two menus, and Gepard's ready to order, but- ah, he should wait for Sampo to make up his mind, and the girl who seated him- them walks away.]
[See, walk nicely with him, Geppie, so that the server who knows you so well can give you strange looks about the blue-haired nuisance with you, walking too close to be acquaintances. And, really, after all the hours that Gepard spent chasing him and gathering evidence and putting said evidence on a cork board like he was trying to solve a murder mystery, could they really be called acquaintances?]
[Sampo smiles at the server when they’re seated, thanks her politely when he’s handed a menu. Just like a regular, upstanding citizen! That’s him, Sampo Koski, pillar of the community. A normal businessman here to do businessman things, legally.]
My, there’s a lot more on the menu these days! [With Belobog back on the galactic map, offworld imports are possible again. The people of this fine city are no longer constructed to dairy and rye based diets.] I don’t know what’s good anymore. Why don’t you order for me, Geppie?
[You know, like how normal people order for their friends.]
[He flinches as he's fucking called Geppie and he looks up at Sampo, and his hand clenches around the menu, and his mouth opens to say something sharp, but-
By Qlipoth (for what little that means, for all the oaths he had to forsake for the sake of his daughter), they're in public, he can't pick a fight over Geppie. As much as he wants to. These people know him, kind of. He's a regular. His hand relaxes. Nothing just happened.]
If you don't give me at least some idea of what you like, I'm ordering you one black coffee and you can watch me eat, Koski.
[Gepard’s hand tightens, wrinkling the menu briefly before he relaxes it. It takes effort, ignoring Sampo’s little irritations, but he does an admirable job of it! As stalwart as ever, his Gepard.]
[Well. His only because a man gets a certain sentimentality about someone he used to see day in and day out for years. A constant presence in his life. It sometimes felt like Gepard was his personal captain, whose sole purpose was to pursue him.]
I’ll take the coffee either way. But if you need a little guidance, that’s fine… get me something light! A guy’s got to watch his figure, you know?
[Can’t go gaining weight, not with how his outfits still have those hip cutouts. He has to keep his svelte figure so that he looks good with all that skin showing.]
[It's immensely tempting to order Sampo a reuben out of spite, but- but Gepard nods, gets the woman's attention.]
Excuse me.
[She heads over to them, ready to take their order with a bright smile for Gepard, and a slightly less bright smile for Sampo: it's less bright and more curious. Gepard tells himself he saw nothing, he understands nothing, nothing is going on, there's nothing for her to be curious about.]
Two coffees. My friend will have the croque crystal lizard. [Welcome back to Belobog, Koski.] And I'll have the reuben.
[Sampo props his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands and lets Gepard do all the talking, ordering lunch for the both of them. How very manly of you, Gepard, taking the lead and doing everything. Sampo's just here to be the pretty entertainment for the next hour or so!]
[Surely the waitress won't be curious about anything.]
Crystal lizard! I haven't had that in a few years. [Really, the fact that people ate lizard around here isn't the worst part of Belobogian cuisine.] Have you tried any of the new imports? I hear people are getting really excited about citrus.
[It's one part of the importing business that Sampo wants to get into-- getting more of what the galaxy has to offer into Belobog. Not just food and luxury goods, though there's certainly a demand for that, but also the practical things. There's safety equipment that would make geomarrow mining less risky and more efficient, new building materials with better insulation, medicines that could treat what was previously untreatable. Sure, a lot of this could be procured through IPC channels, but Belobog has a few very good reasons to not want the IPC to have a foothold on their planet. And that's where smaller merchants like good ol' Sampo Koski come in.]
It must be exciting! There are so many new things coming in every day.
[There's nothing to be curious about. No tension, winding as tight as a violin string, threatening to snap. Nothing. Just two men, one of them ever so slightly relaxing as Sampo sounds like he approves of crystal lizard...? They can trade sandwich halves.
It is exciting, but also makes him feel like a relic of the past, sometimes, standing still as the universe moves on without him. Sampo doesn't need to know that. What he needs to know is...]
I don't know how I lived life without lemons. Easily purchasable lemons, no less. It likely seems silly to you. [Someone who walked the stars and is coming back just for a quick visit to Belobog before he saunters off again.] But it made it seem like our efforts were worthwhile just seeing something as simple as that become so common to so many people.
[It's a cute answer, really. Of all the marvelous bounty of the universe, Gepard comments on the accessibility of lemons. Sure, Sampo had brought up citrus to begin with, but there are a lot of new things coming into Belobog these days. Gepard didn't have to comment on yellow fruit, but here they are.]
I don't think it's silly. There hasn't been a lemon on this planet for over seven hundred years, it's exciting to have them back.
[Now that the Stellaron is gone and the planet can recover from its effects, Belobog will be able to flourish. Maybe neither he nor Gepard will be alive long enough to see a real spring return, but they'll know that their actions were the start of it. Planting seeds in a garden that they'll never see in bloom.]
It was all worth it, wasn't it? Even my little role! [Because he'd never told anyone that the whole thing had been according to his plans-- that old Sampo Koski had set everything into motion and made sure that everyone was in the right place at the right time. He was the stage manager for that production, just there to swap the sets and hand out the right costumes and make sure everyone remembered their lines.] Things are better for everyone, now. And hopefully only going to keep getting better!
[That was...very kind of Sampo, very generous, very surprising, and Gepard's saved from the need to blush by them being given two glasses of water and a pot of coffee. He doesn't know if he's thankful for the distraction, or a little bit perturbed by the look he's given by the waitress. Something...
If he had to describe it, knowing. He'd describe it as knowing, but Gepard reminds himself that he's far away from being a Silvermane Guard and wouldn't know how to read people anymore.
But she leaves, and he's left alone again with Sampo, whose presence seems to fill the space more and more. He's like acid, eating away at enamel, revealing...what? Nothing that's worth revealing.]
That's very optimistic of you. [Kind. But he's not going to say that.] And you had more of a role in things than I did. You actually did something. You were...down there. [Even if his role was a small one, it was larger than his own: Sampo was actually where change was happening. It had been a bitter pill to swallow when Gepard first realized that, but- well. Fatherhood has a way of making men accept things.] I just kept the worst from happening. So you really shouldn't sell yourself short.
[Coffee and waters are brought to their table by their curious waitress-- yet another gossipy person in Belobog, no doubt-- and Sampo takes the pot and pours the coffee into both of their mugs. It's steaming hot and smells good and strong, just the pick-me-up that Sampo needs.]
What can I say, I believe in the people of Belobog!
[Not a lie-- he does, he wouldn't have spent so much time and energy working towards their happy ending if he didn't have a great fondness for this city and the people in it.]
Praise, from you! Is it Sampo's birthday? [He laughs and brings the steaming mug of coffee to his lips, taking a sip.] I didn't do it for the praise, but it is nice to hear. I was just a minor player, but I hope that I made a difference!
[There's some amusement to be had in knowing the truth, and there's also part of him that almost wants to tell the whole of it to Gepard. Not for recognition, but because even though Sampo had seemed calm and casual during the crisis, it hadn't been all sunshine and roses-- it was hard, and there were moments of real, gut-wrenching fear that he had played his hand wrong, or steered people in the wrong direction. Those moments where he watched the Nameless head off towards their fight with Cocolia, unsure of whether they were really ready to face her and if they weren't, if he'd be able to intervene in time to save them. He'd had to juggle a hundred moving parts all at once, and if he let any of them fall, everything could've ended in ruin.]
[He thinks Gepard might get that. The way that feels, and how those moments can eat a hole in your stomach like acid.]
[But he smiles, instead, and deflects from his true role in all of it. Because even if he has the temptation to spill his guts, Gepard only barely tolerates him. He'll have to rank up higher on the friendship track for Sampo Koski before he gets those kinds of stories!]
Speaking of my bit parts, I think I had more to tell you about the Luofu, didn't I?
[He rolls his eyes, he makes a face, he's a proper audience to Sampo's exaggerations and half-truths and blatant lies. For one thing, he absolutely did not praise him in any way that matters. It was just a pleasantry.
Gepard takes a sip of the coffee. Warm. Black. Bracing.]
You were telling me about the Luofu. [His voice sounds a bit more eager than he likes. Which doesn't say much, because any degree of enthusiasm is more eager than Gepard would like.] You left your story unfinished.
Right, I was! I was at the part where the Nameless were going after the Lord Ravager, wasn't I? Phantylia! She's a real menace, you know, she used a lot of underhanded tactics. That's her style, she likes to infiltrate and cause chaos and confusion, and then sit back and wait as her enemies tear themselves apart. Effective, I guess!
[You know, if he were the kind of person to have opinions about how to destroy one's enemies from the inside. That's not really his thing, though, he's more of a planet-saving type than a planet-destroying one.]
She's the reason that a Stellaron was even on the Luofu in the first place, because she cut a deal with those Sanctus Medicus cultists to get it sneaked onboard. Oh, and you remember that Foxian girl I told you about? Tingyun, who was showing the Nameless around? Phantylia was possessing her.
[He glosses over a little of the gorier details there-- talking about neck-snapping Foxian girls is really a little much for lunch conversation-- and goes into the lead up to confronting Phantylia, sprinkling in a little background information about heliobi and such so that Gepard has a little context. He's about to get into the meat of the battle when their sandwiches arrive, interrupting him.]
So then the General says-- oh! Don't those look good?
[Against his will, Gepard loses himself in the story. Again. He doesn't mean to. He tries not to, in fact. He tells himself that Sampo isn't someone he should trust, like, let his guard down around. That sooner or later Sampo will get whatever it is he wants and leave again. That he's a father and owes it to his daughter to be careful.
But, Sampo's a good storyteller, and bit by bit Gepard relaxes into- not only the story, but the fantasy that this could be a regular thing he could look forward to. But all things end.]
That's not what the General said. [He just fucking didn't expect that it would end via two sandwiches. A blink, and then Gepard remembers himself, and the sandwiches do look good so it's not like he can blame Sampo. Two plates, a smile from the waitress, and before Gepard can stop himself-]
Do you want to trade sandwich halves? [Wait, why did he say that. It's not like he can un-say it.] I should let you try yours before you decide whether or not you want to try mine.
[Swap sandwiches? It's a cute suggestion, definitely more something that you would do on a date than necessarily just with an acquaintance that you're catching up with, and Sampo is immediately endeared by it. Maybe that was Gepard's nefarious plan all along-- order two of his favorite sandwiches so that he could get half of each. Or he's just being nice.]
I know it's been a while, but I have had crystal lizard before! And reubens. I know that I like both. [He's already taking half of his sandwich-- thankfully it had already been nicely divided into two parts-- and swapping it over to Gepard's plate. There you go, now give him half of yours so that it's fair.]
And, no, that wasn't what the General said! He wasn't getting sandwiches at the time, but I bet he would've liked that more than dealing with Phantylia. [Wouldn't anyone?] What he actually said was: [And Sampo does his best Jing Yuan impression] Reinforcements? I am the reinforcements.
[Sampo laughs.] The General is a very powerful man! When he shows up to fight, it definitely counts as reinforcements.
[No, wait, stop, it was an accidental suggestion, and then Sampo hits him with the vicious one-two of first, plopping half a crystal lizard sandwich on his plate, and then, second, that Jing Yuan impression. It startles a laugh out of Gepard. Is it a large or loud laugh, no, but a laugh is still a laugh, no matter how tiny it is.]
I don't know if I hope your impression is good for your sake, or bad for his. [He takes a reuben half and puts it on Sampo's plate, reasoning that he earned it for that good/bad Jing Yuan impression.] What was the fight like?
[Success-- Sampo has half of Gepard's sandwich, and he got a cute little laugh out of him. Everything's coming up Sampo today.]
Don't you think I'm good at impressions, Gepard? Tough crowd! [Is he good? Is he being intentionally bad? Who knows.] But the fight, well. I wasn't right in the thick of it, the Nameless didn't need my help for this one! I was just keeping an eye on things, in case they needed more reinforcements.
[It would've been pretty early in the game to reveal everything about himself-- his true strength and whatnot-- but he also couldn't have just stood around and let everything fall apart so early.]
Thankfully, they didn't need me! [He picks up the half of his crystal lizard sandwich and takes a bite; the taste has a certain nostalgic familiarity. A little gamier than chicken, with a little bit of an aftertaste that's kind of... mineral? Ah, for as much as he would complain about Belobogian cuisine being fully of dairy and rye, he did miss it a little.] That's tasty. Have you had this before?
Ah, I'm getting sidetracked. The fight! [Yeah, Sampo, the thing you're supposed to be talking about.] Phantylia was really a handful, especially with that body she got from the Ambrosial Arbor. Her goal wasn't really to kill the Nameless or Jing Yuan, though I imagine that she would've if push came to shove. She wanted to destroy the Xianzhou, and what better way to do that than by corrupting one of their beloved Generals?
[He lays it out for Gepard-- Phantylia capturing Jing Yuan, trying to corrupt him into becoming a powerful pawn in the army of the Antimatter Legion through a mental link similar to how she'd possessed Tingyun. How a strike from Dan Heng's lance had grievously injured the General, but also severed the connection that she had with him and disrupted her control over the Ambrosial Arbor body, leaving her as a disembodied, insubstantial heliobus.]
She ran off, after that! Back to the Legion, to start making her next plans. She's not the type to give up easily, you know?
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Date: 2024-10-07 06:14 am (UTC)[They walk, two men going in the same direction.]
Ah, is it a free lunch? How generous! I’ll graciously accept, of course.
[Thanks for offering to take the bill, Geppie, that’s very kind of you. Sampo certainly won’t object to it!]
I suppose you only agreed to one lunch date, but I don’t know if I could tell you all of my stories in just an hour or two! We might need to meet for another, so I can finish.
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Date: 2024-10-08 02:01 am (UTC)And, well, it's a pretty good reminder. He intends on saying one thing, but out slips,]
I missed you.
[It's less sentimental and more of an accusation. That's fine.]
You're the only person ridiculous enough in all of Belobog to want to trade stories for food.
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Date: 2024-10-13 08:57 pm (UTC)[He knew you missed him, Gepard! For all his complaining about how Sampo made his life difficult, he knew that Gepard's life would be so much more boring without a blue-haired conman running around in it, being morally questionable.]
[Sampo has done a lot of things for a lot of different reasons, some good and some bad. Sometimes he's setting the stage for the salvation of a planet from a slow, lingering death, sometimes he's the partner-in-crime to a particular scheming woman with a terrible sense of humor. A man contains multitudes.]
[But today, he's a storyteller for Gepard Landau.]
I don't think it's ridiculous at all! I get lunch, and you get to hear about everything that's going on in the galaxy. There are people who would pay good money for the kind of first-hand accounts that I can provide! You should really count yourself lucky that I'm giving you such a deal.
[So sue him for showing a little favoritism! Gepard is his most favorite boy in Belobog, so he gets better deals than most.]
And I forgot to eat breakfast, so I'm pretty hungry.
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Date: 2024-10-14 03:15 am (UTC)He hates it. He hates the fact he likes it. That there's something that warms inside of him as Sampo determinedly insists on being with him no matter what he does, arm in arm, walking towards the same destination.]
Fine.
[And he looks away from Sampo again. They've got a cafe to get to. Sampo is hungry.]
You're being a lot clingier than I ever thought you would be. [The arm in arm thing.] What changed?
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Date: 2024-10-14 04:36 am (UTC)Changed? Come on, now, Captain. If I'd have ever tried to touch you while you were a captain, you would've probably bitten my hand off!
[Sampo Koski has a pretty well developed sense of self preservation-- he knows that he would've never gotten close enough to Gepard to touch him like this without severe consequences, ones that would be detrimental to his business. So it was really a practical decision, keeping his distance from the good Captain at every opportunity.]
Don't you touch your friends or your sisters? [Hugs and the like. That's what normal people do! Otherwise, Aeons, the kind of touch starvation you'd get, keeping yourself distant even from the people you love and care for.] Well, if you really don't like it, I guess I could let go... but that's kind of unfriendly, don't you think? And I'm a friendly kind of guy!
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Date: 2024-10-16 01:57 am (UTC)And the worst part is that he should leave it alone. He should just ignore Sampo and keep on walking - resolute and determined - like the captain he once was and march into the cafe the same way he once charged into danger. Gepard knows this. He'd be an idiot to challenge him. Challenging Sampo had never gone well. Ever.
But he's an idiot. He holds onto Sampo's arm with his free hand, like he's poised to pull him off or force him away- Gepard doesn't. He just holds him where he is, right by his side, and looks at his face again and thinks, not for the first time, that it's a stupidly handsome face he might have once liked. It's unfair.
It's really unfair. All of this is unfair. He doesn't care how this looks. Damn how it looks. He's mad and he doesn't know who he hates more: Sampo, or himself.]
You make it sound like you've wanted to give me a hug for quite some time, Koski. [That can't be right.]
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Date: 2024-10-17 10:52 pm (UTC)Somebody probably ought to. I didn’t think I’d be the man for that job, but I suppose I could, if you’re that hard up for it.
[Gepard always has come off to him as a man in desperate need of getting laid, but sure, a hug works too. Some kind of human contact that doesn’t involve him trying to punch or arrest anyone. Theoretically, his former baby mama would’ve been fulfilling that need, but she clearly has reneged on her duties, so Gepard has an open spot for it.]
I’ve never charged for hugs before, though, so I don’t have a pricing model yet! You’d have to be my first customer.
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Date: 2024-10-18 01:22 am (UTC)Gepard doesn't. He just- he forces his hand to relax, smooth out, still holding Sampo close. Unpleasantly close, for the both of them, probably. Neither moving forward nor moving back. Standing there, like two idiots.]
Should I ask what you would charge me? Or am I better off not knowing?
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Date: 2024-10-18 02:18 am (UTC)[Especially not from Sampo. Who knows, he might ask for your firstborn child, like goblins did in old Belobog fairytales. And Gepard actually has one of those!]
I could just charge you in cash, but I’m really not hurting for credits right now. For you, it should be something more interesting! Since I’m giving you something you don’t have, you should give me something that I don’t have.
[A novelty for a novelty. The question is, could Gepard ever actually find something to give that Sampo doesn’t already have?]
Right now, though, I might take having my arm back. You’ve still got a strong grip, Gepard.
[He’s pretty well caught, and they’re still standing in the middle of the street.]
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Date: 2024-10-18 02:45 am (UTC)Right.
[-and he lets go of his grip on Sampo's arm, and, for that matter, makes a half-hearted attempt at shaking his other arm loose. (To be decided if Sampo lets him or not. It's a half-assed attempt anyway.) Regardless of how imprisoned his arm is, he marches forward and onward and then into the cafe.
It's a nice cafe, by Belobogian standards. He gets a look from one of the servers, which, well- he's a regular, and now he's here with a blue-haired nuisance, he supposes he should expect this. He quietly holds up a hand in response to the question: two fingers, two seats, the blue-haired nuisance which may or may not be on his arm is with him, they're sitting together.
His face is grim, his mouth set in a frown, they seem to believe that Sampo's heralding trouble (he is, not in the way they'd probably expect) and they're ushered to a table by the window without too much fanfare. Somewhere where they can sit with a little bit more quiet than the rest of the building. And Gepard has to ask himself just why did he agree to this, again? Why did he challenge Sampo to whatever-this-is? What is the point?
They're given two menus, and Gepard's ready to order, but- ah, he should wait for Sampo to make up his mind, and the girl who seated him- them walks away.]
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Date: 2024-10-18 03:16 am (UTC)[Sampo smiles at the server when they’re seated, thanks her politely when he’s handed a menu. Just like a regular, upstanding citizen! That’s him, Sampo Koski, pillar of the community. A normal businessman here to do businessman things, legally.]
My, there’s a lot more on the menu these days! [With Belobog back on the galactic map, offworld imports are possible again. The people of this fine city are no longer constructed to dairy and rye based diets.] I don’t know what’s good anymore. Why don’t you order for me, Geppie?
[You know, like how normal people order for their friends.]
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Date: 2024-10-18 03:31 am (UTC)By Qlipoth (for what little that means, for all the oaths he had to forsake for the sake of his daughter), they're in public, he can't pick a fight over Geppie. As much as he wants to. These people know him, kind of. He's a regular. His hand relaxes. Nothing just happened.]
If you don't give me at least some idea of what you like, I'm ordering you one black coffee and you can watch me eat, Koski.
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Date: 2024-10-18 03:53 am (UTC)[Well. His only because a man gets a certain sentimentality about someone he used to see day in and day out for years. A constant presence in his life. It sometimes felt like Gepard was his personal captain, whose sole purpose was to pursue him.]
I’ll take the coffee either way. But if you need a little guidance, that’s fine… get me something light! A guy’s got to watch his figure, you know?
[Can’t go gaining weight, not with how his outfits still have those hip cutouts. He has to keep his svelte figure so that he looks good with all that skin showing.]
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Date: 2024-10-18 04:35 am (UTC)Excuse me.
[She heads over to them, ready to take their order with a bright smile for Gepard, and a slightly less bright smile for Sampo: it's less bright and more curious. Gepard tells himself he saw nothing, he understands nothing, nothing is going on, there's nothing for her to be curious about.]
Two coffees. My friend will have the croque crystal lizard. [Welcome back to Belobog, Koski.] And I'll have the reuben.
[There, everything's settled.]
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Date: 2024-10-18 06:55 pm (UTC)[Surely the waitress won't be curious about anything.]
Crystal lizard! I haven't had that in a few years. [Really, the fact that people ate lizard around here isn't the worst part of Belobogian cuisine.] Have you tried any of the new imports? I hear people are getting really excited about citrus.
[It's one part of the importing business that Sampo wants to get into-- getting more of what the galaxy has to offer into Belobog. Not just food and luxury goods, though there's certainly a demand for that, but also the practical things. There's safety equipment that would make geomarrow mining less risky and more efficient, new building materials with better insulation, medicines that could treat what was previously untreatable. Sure, a lot of this could be procured through IPC channels, but Belobog has a few very good reasons to not want the IPC to have a foothold on their planet. And that's where smaller merchants like good ol' Sampo Koski come in.]
It must be exciting! There are so many new things coming in every day.
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Date: 2024-10-18 10:12 pm (UTC)It is exciting, but also makes him feel like a relic of the past, sometimes, standing still as the universe moves on without him. Sampo doesn't need to know that. What he needs to know is...]
I don't know how I lived life without lemons. Easily purchasable lemons, no less. It likely seems silly to you. [Someone who walked the stars and is coming back just for a quick visit to Belobog before he saunters off again.] But it made it seem like our efforts were worthwhile just seeing something as simple as that become so common to so many people.
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Date: 2024-10-19 12:35 am (UTC)I don't think it's silly. There hasn't been a lemon on this planet for over seven hundred years, it's exciting to have them back.
[Now that the Stellaron is gone and the planet can recover from its effects, Belobog will be able to flourish. Maybe neither he nor Gepard will be alive long enough to see a real spring return, but they'll know that their actions were the start of it. Planting seeds in a garden that they'll never see in bloom.]
It was all worth it, wasn't it? Even my little role! [Because he'd never told anyone that the whole thing had been according to his plans-- that old Sampo Koski had set everything into motion and made sure that everyone was in the right place at the right time. He was the stage manager for that production, just there to swap the sets and hand out the right costumes and make sure everyone remembered their lines.] Things are better for everyone, now. And hopefully only going to keep getting better!
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Date: 2024-10-19 01:28 am (UTC)If he had to describe it, knowing. He'd describe it as knowing, but Gepard reminds himself that he's far away from being a Silvermane Guard and wouldn't know how to read people anymore.
But she leaves, and he's left alone again with Sampo, whose presence seems to fill the space more and more. He's like acid, eating away at enamel, revealing...what? Nothing that's worth revealing.]
That's very optimistic of you. [Kind. But he's not going to say that.] And you had more of a role in things than I did. You actually did something. You were...down there. [Even if his role was a small one, it was larger than his own: Sampo was actually where change was happening. It had been a bitter pill to swallow when Gepard first realized that, but- well. Fatherhood has a way of making men accept things.] I just kept the worst from happening. So you really shouldn't sell yourself short.
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Date: 2024-10-19 06:06 am (UTC)What can I say, I believe in the people of Belobog!
[Not a lie-- he does, he wouldn't have spent so much time and energy working towards their happy ending if he didn't have a great fondness for this city and the people in it.]
Praise, from you! Is it Sampo's birthday? [He laughs and brings the steaming mug of coffee to his lips, taking a sip.] I didn't do it for the praise, but it is nice to hear. I was just a minor player, but I hope that I made a difference!
[There's some amusement to be had in knowing the truth, and there's also part of him that almost wants to tell the whole of it to Gepard. Not for recognition, but because even though Sampo had seemed calm and casual during the crisis, it hadn't been all sunshine and roses-- it was hard, and there were moments of real, gut-wrenching fear that he had played his hand wrong, or steered people in the wrong direction. Those moments where he watched the Nameless head off towards their fight with Cocolia, unsure of whether they were really ready to face her and if they weren't, if he'd be able to intervene in time to save them. He'd had to juggle a hundred moving parts all at once, and if he let any of them fall, everything could've ended in ruin.]
[He thinks Gepard might get that. The way that feels, and how those moments can eat a hole in your stomach like acid.]
[But he smiles, instead, and deflects from his true role in all of it. Because even if he has the temptation to spill his guts, Gepard only barely tolerates him. He'll have to rank up higher on the friendship track for Sampo Koski before he gets those kinds of stories!]
Speaking of my bit parts, I think I had more to tell you about the Luofu, didn't I?
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Date: 2024-10-19 05:43 pm (UTC)Gepard takes a sip of the coffee. Warm. Black. Bracing.]
You were telling me about the Luofu. [His voice sounds a bit more eager than he likes. Which doesn't say much, because any degree of enthusiasm is more eager than Gepard would like.] You left your story unfinished.
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Date: 2024-10-20 09:34 pm (UTC)[You know, if he were the kind of person to have opinions about how to destroy one's enemies from the inside. That's not really his thing, though, he's more of a planet-saving type than a planet-destroying one.]
She's the reason that a Stellaron was even on the Luofu in the first place, because she cut a deal with those Sanctus Medicus cultists to get it sneaked onboard. Oh, and you remember that Foxian girl I told you about? Tingyun, who was showing the Nameless around? Phantylia was possessing her.
[He glosses over a little of the gorier details there-- talking about neck-snapping Foxian girls is really a little much for lunch conversation-- and goes into the lead up to confronting Phantylia, sprinkling in a little background information about heliobi and such so that Gepard has a little context. He's about to get into the meat of the battle when their sandwiches arrive, interrupting him.]
So then the General says-- oh! Don't those look good?
[That is not, in fact, what the General said.]
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Date: 2024-10-20 11:58 pm (UTC)But, Sampo's a good storyteller, and bit by bit Gepard relaxes into- not only the story, but the fantasy that this could be a regular thing he could look forward to. But all things end.]
That's not what the General said. [He just fucking didn't expect that it would end via two sandwiches. A blink, and then Gepard remembers himself, and the sandwiches do look good so it's not like he can blame Sampo. Two plates, a smile from the waitress, and before Gepard can stop himself-]
Do you want to trade sandwich halves? [Wait, why did he say that. It's not like he can un-say it.] I should let you try yours before you decide whether or not you want to try mine.
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Date: 2024-10-21 12:53 am (UTC)I know it's been a while, but I have had crystal lizard before! And reubens. I know that I like both. [He's already taking half of his sandwich-- thankfully it had already been nicely divided into two parts-- and swapping it over to Gepard's plate. There you go, now give him half of yours so that it's fair.]
And, no, that wasn't what the General said! He wasn't getting sandwiches at the time, but I bet he would've liked that more than dealing with Phantylia. [Wouldn't anyone?] What he actually said was: [And Sampo does his best Jing Yuan impression] Reinforcements? I am the reinforcements.
[Sampo laughs.] The General is a very powerful man! When he shows up to fight, it definitely counts as reinforcements.
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Date: 2024-10-22 01:46 am (UTC)I don't know if I hope your impression is good for your sake, or bad for his. [He takes a reuben half and puts it on Sampo's plate, reasoning that he earned it for that good/bad Jing Yuan impression.] What was the fight like?
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Date: 2024-10-22 10:55 pm (UTC)Don't you think I'm good at impressions, Gepard? Tough crowd! [Is he good? Is he being intentionally bad? Who knows.] But the fight, well. I wasn't right in the thick of it, the Nameless didn't need my help for this one! I was just keeping an eye on things, in case they needed more reinforcements.
[It would've been pretty early in the game to reveal everything about himself-- his true strength and whatnot-- but he also couldn't have just stood around and let everything fall apart so early.]
Thankfully, they didn't need me! [He picks up the half of his crystal lizard sandwich and takes a bite; the taste has a certain nostalgic familiarity. A little gamier than chicken, with a little bit of an aftertaste that's kind of... mineral? Ah, for as much as he would complain about Belobogian cuisine being fully of dairy and rye, he did miss it a little.] That's tasty. Have you had this before?
Ah, I'm getting sidetracked. The fight! [Yeah, Sampo, the thing you're supposed to be talking about.] Phantylia was really a handful, especially with that body she got from the Ambrosial Arbor. Her goal wasn't really to kill the Nameless or Jing Yuan, though I imagine that she would've if push came to shove. She wanted to destroy the Xianzhou, and what better way to do that than by corrupting one of their beloved Generals?
[He lays it out for Gepard-- Phantylia capturing Jing Yuan, trying to corrupt him into becoming a powerful pawn in the army of the Antimatter Legion through a mental link similar to how she'd possessed Tingyun. How a strike from Dan Heng's lance had grievously injured the General, but also severed the connection that she had with him and disrupted her control over the Ambrosial Arbor body, leaving her as a disembodied, insubstantial heliobus.]
She ran off, after that! Back to the Legion, to start making her next plans. She's not the type to give up easily, you know?
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