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GRATIA // PSL

The first thing he feels is the cold.

It permeates everything down here on the lower levels. What little warmth humans have made for themselves is greedily gobbled up by the stone walls that surround them on all sides. Despite the stirring of people in the streets, in their homes, and around corners, this place feels like a grave. A similar sense seems to loom over the heads of most who make their way through this deep, dark part of the world, hovering around them like a cloud of inevitability. No one has been outright sentenced to death, but they may as well be.

Upon waking, Tek will have found himself in a dark, wet alleyway. Attempts to orient himself reveal that he has been brought, somehow, to an impressively large network of tunnels that all lead, more or less, to three or four larger chambers. There is far more vibrant life above him somewhere, far, far above the layer of caves he's in now, and there is also a very deep, sluggish form of life somewhere far below his feet.

No one is coming to get him. No one follows him in his immediate vicinity--the few stragglers hanging around doorsteps and windows don't give him a second glance, or even a first one. The place is crowded, but not busy. Everyone keeps their heads down. The people are all dressed poorly, in rags and robes and bundles that suggest a certain level of consistent poverty all throughout the level. The buildings in these tunnels look man-made, either built from scrap or carved straight out of the rock of the cave, but the majority of the actual roads and cave walls seem to have been formed with very little help from human hands.

The place is lit with lanterns and dirty-looking florescents suspended high above in the cave ceiling. The air is thick and stuffy, the smell of mold and mud prevalent over even the smell of human stagnation. It would not be hard to drag someone off, and he gets the immediate feeling that if he did, it's unlikely that anyone would come looking for them.

What does he do?

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[Tek slides him only the shallowest glance--just to verify the body language that he'd been imagining. other than that, he just shrugs a little bit.]

Well, the first one I'd noticed had been a few weeks ago, in the library. [whether or not Tonic has caught wind of that particular story or not.] So, at least that long?

[he makes some sound of acknowledgement and, of course, has to start thinking about it. weighing the danger, the statistical likelihoods, the options. after several long moments of staring morosely at nothing, he finally sits up, pulling back the sleeve of his robe to undo some of the mechanical parts in his arm.]

Well, I wish I could say that I'm surprised by any of this...

[he keeps his eyes on his work for a moment, clearly still thinking.]

And now that we're having this discussion, I hope you haven't assumed that I have anything to do with it.

[it's while Tonic is busy thinking and weighing that Tek gives him anything more than a sideways glance. he watches his expression, catches glimpses of his thoughts through his body language, does some guessing and calculating of his own.

but when it's his turn to speak again, he's right back to shrugging the whole thing off.]

Oh, I give you much more credit than that. I figured if you did have anything to do with it, it was probably in an incidental way.

[Tonic is probably thinking about the usual things. how to not be stabbed. whether or not someone will come for him sooner or later. wondering if he's going to be called into further question about his new friend.

but he does let a little tension sink away when he's essentially given a compliment.]

Glad to hear it. I'm trying very hard to stay out of their game.

[he finally looks back up at Tek, a serious expression on both sides of his face.]

Can't say I recommend it, sweetheart... But I also can't smash someone into a wall hard enough to break their skull in.

Edited 2019-06-07 03:26 (UTC)

[he shouldn't smile. he knows that this is a serious topic to someone who he is still trying to befriend. he knows that he should really avoid looking more like a monster than he already has. he's sure that this is one of those instances where a little discretion would go a long way.

but he grins anyway.]

The warning has been received. [Tonic can guess if it's going to be heeded or not.]

[oh, Tonic can guess. unfortunately, he is also a monster, so he feels it only natural to mirror that awful grin on the better half of his face.]

Speaking of that...

[he unplugs the last parts of his arm that he deems necessary, dropping some of his other clothes on top of the parts to keep them away from prying eyes. their attendants won't tell, assuming that the legends about this place are as true as everyone seems to think they are--but he won't go out of his way to test that particular theory.]

I doubted you were human before, but now it's a little hard to keep pretending.

[he says this lightly, casually, and without instinctively bracing for his life. in fact, he finally starts to move towards the bath, incidentally turning his back to Tek so that he can sit down and dip his one foot in the water.]

[if Tek was going to wonder how Tonic was taking this revelation, the fact that the other man turns his back on him is very telling. the grin too--it all plays into whatever he's going to do with it from there.

he doesn't hurry in replacing the dead man's things on the table, taking a moment to arrange them neatly, before he finally steps over to join Tonic at the edge of the bath.]

Don't tell me you're going to want to stop pretending. That's half of what we do.

[he says it with a light teasing tone. it's a joke, but it's also undoubtedly only the first step in a much longer thought process.]

Oh, no, no, no.

[Tonic dismisses the idea firmly and immediately, shaking his head and waving the matter away with his less-flexible hand.]

I would never stop, darling, that would be dreadful. And if they really are trying to contact you, the less I acknowledge it, the better off I'll be.

[he glances over at Tek, and winds up smiling crookedly despite himself... and for a moment says nothing, chewing on the inside of his lip as he thinks of the right way to voice his feelings.]

I think I just... Wanted to reiterate that you are an unbelievably dangerous person. It's impressive, really.

[Tek had been sitting with his legs daintily swishing in the water while Tonic worked his way through his thoughts, and it's only when the other man seems to be arriving at some kind of conclusion that Tek gets moving again. drawing in a thoughtful breath, he straightens up and unwinds the belt from around the waist of his robe.]

Well, if it doesn't change anything... then you just wanted to hear it said out loud?

[it's a little teasing, a little challenging. and with that, the dragon lets the robe slip off of his shoulders and onto the edge of the pool, finally stepping forward to lower himself gratefully into the water.]

[he was prepared for the question, having already thought through it himself.]

Maybe I just wanted to hear someone tell me I was right.

[Tonic does not immediately follow him into the pool... in part because he is a little wary of large pools of water in general, but mostly because he's busy gazing lustfully at the single most beautiful person he's ever seen. he leans enough to prop his chin up on his hand.]

Pointless and petty, but not a lie.

[maybe it will make Tonic feel a little better about Tek's beauty to have this secret solidly confirmed. no normal, human person could ever be that perfect.

and Tek only shows it off for a moment or two before he slinks as far down into the water as he can. this may not be a real pool (and is just about as far from a natural body of water as you can get) but Tek still can't fight his instincts. he has to lurk at least a little bit.

he settles down until the water is high up on his shoulders, and glances up at his friend with a wicked, teasing little look before he dips his head down to scoop water into his hair.]

Fine, then... You're right.

[Tonic watches all of this very attentively, watching the way water moves around the other with a sort of captivated curiosity... but hearing those words, however belittling they're meant to sound, makes the better side of his mouth quirk up in a little smile.]

Hm. Yes, that is nice.

[so, looking very self-satisfied, he also undoes his robe to expose his many, many scars and lower his broken body into the pool. almost immediately, he has to take a deep breath against the steam and the hot water--cave dwelling creature that he is.]

Phew... It's warm...

[however broken Tonic's body might be, it is also getting a good up-and-down glance before Tek's view is obscured by water and steam. and then he chuckles as he runs his hands back to press the excess water from his hair and off of his face.]

That is the point, you know.

[then, as Tonic is coincidentally now in closer proximity to him, Tek happens to move over to the shelves along the other side of the bath, where all the pretty little bottles of oils and tinctures are waiting to be inspected.]

[the water smells a little earthy, with whatever salts were put in the water. while Tek moves to look at the beautiful bottles (of which Tonic fully intends on stealing at least half of), Tonic spends a little time getting used to being in the bath, testing his new weight until he finds somewhere to sit, and letting his arms drift lazily at his sides when he does, pleasantly surprised that his various ports and sockets aren't being irritated by the water.]

It's been a long time since I've actually soaked in anything... [he recalls this as he lets his head fall back against the edge of the bath. before he can get too relaxed, though, he cracks half a grin.] The acid bath didn't count.

[that gets a good little laugh, in the middle of Tek opening bottles to sniff and peer into.]

That's a shame. Though, I have noticed a lack of comfortable bathing opportunities in your lovely little city.

[and the note of bitterness over this point is apparent. Robin may know all of the best places to go Underground, but it hasn't quite been enough. Tek has maybe been spoiled by the past few years.]

I do hope you adjust to it better than you did to the sky.

[teasing, teasing...]

[his smirk turns a little more smug when he hears that his more-privileged friend isn't impressed with something... while Tonic doesn't like what he has in the Underground, he takes some measure of pride in being able to put up with it, and gets a small pang of satisfaction from hearing someone else be forced to put up with it too.

it's okay, though. that bit about the sky keeps him humble.]

Frankly, I'm just glad I didn't pass out or throw up...

[he closes his eyes.] Would have ruined a perfectly good date.

[ever since the violent episode earlier, Tek has been giving Tonic an uncommon amount of space to himself. especially once they'd arrived at the bathhouse, Tek hasn't invited himself in as obnoxiously close as he normally would.

but now, as Tonic seems settled in the water, and his eyes are closed, Tek finally decides that it's time to approach again.

he makes his final selection from the menagerie of bottles and carries a few with him as he crosses the bath to quietly sidle up to his companion.]

You're an easy audience if you consider a date that includes a murder attempt "perfectly good." [and once Tonic's eyes are open and on him again, he holds out the bottles for him to see.]

[his eyes blink open the moment he hears a voice nearer than it was before, and he fixes on Tek quickly--but is easily distracted and persuaded by the bottles in Tek's hands. he raises his head again, examining the their labels with interest.]

Well, it helps that I am in exceptional company. And he was stuffed in a barrel.

[which is apparently the best kind of revenge Tonic could have asked for. he lifts one of his arms out of the water to point at one of the bottles.]

What's that one smell like? It looks fun.

You flatter me.

[which he does intend with the darkest of humor. he offers a horrible little smile to go along with it, and then rolls right into answering Tonic's question.]

Spices and flowers. [he holds it out, expecting the other to take it.] I thought it a little jarring at first, but I think I've decided that I like it.

[he was already ready to take it, only resisting for the sake of being polite. but with permission granted, Tonic eagerly snatches up the bottle and takes a closer look at it, the shape of the thing, the color of whatever is in it--the same way one would inspect a fine wine.

he opens it, smells it, makes a curious face. smells it again.]

Cinnamon. And talon root. Among other things. [he nods, approvingly, looking at the bottle again.] Strong, but you could mix it with a lot of things. It's nice.

[Tek giggles a little at his friend's over-analysis. and here he'd thought that he was a discerning audience for these sorts of things.]

I think you're just supposed to wash with it...

[but that really is just a guess. he peers at the other bottles in his hands, and has to sigh after a wistful moment.]

...You should have seen the collection I'd had at home. It really was a thing of beauty.

[he opens another bottle and sniffs the light, airy scent that follows... but it apparently doesn't compare to whatever he's remembering, judging by the way that his expression borders on disappointment.]

[Tonic chuckles a little as well... he can't help it, it's ingrained in his behavior after all of these years of studying plants.

he also remembers Tek's talk of his collection. it may not be the exact same thing as whatever he's talking about now, but the feeling seems similar enough for it to translate over. as such, he holds out his bottle again to give it to Tek.]

Knowing you, I believe it. Did you have any favorites?

Edited 2019-06-08 04:47 (UTC)

[Tek takes the bottle back, but immediately switches it out for the next one he'd been inspecting. just going to continue including Tonic in this activity.]

I did. It was originally from this remote river village at the edge of a swamp that I was particularly fond of. There is this flower that grows there--over everything, really. Everyone who lived there hated it. Considered it a weed. But, it does happen to smell amazing, and so it became a lucrative export for tourists...

[he opens the final bottle then, but wrinkles his nose a little when he sniffs it. maybe he's not as in love with it as he had been a few minutes before. either that, or the expression is solely because of where his thoughts drift to next.]

...I think Robin stole it from me, actually.

[Tonic had something to say about that, about how common it is for pesky weeds to hold a hidden value... it's a subject he knows a lot about, both metaphorically and literally. however, the bit about Robin throws that whole train of thought off its rails.

he'd been investigating the second bottle diligently, but he looks up and tilts his head at the comment.]

...Sounds like him...

[Tek scoffs under his breath, still looking at the bottle in his hand as if it has anything to do with what he's thinking about.]

It was one of our first interactions. I hadn't even invited him to use it...

[he also hadn't meant to start talking about Robin. but here they are.]

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