[ PERMANENT. ] a (k)atch-all log for kenos

[dawnlord]

WHO: Set ( redsoil ), Bondrewd ( dawnlord ), Drizzt ( twohand ), et. al
WHAT: i actually can't stand month-by-month logs so i'm gonna crush my boys into one perma-log for anything outside of events
WHERE & WHEN: Listed in comment headers, or under the cut.
WARNINGS: General warnings for violence, vulgarity and unethical science. Will update/comment with warnings!


I struggle so hard w/ month-by-month logs, so y'all have to deal with my weird organization...

— [MARCH | SET] GOT NO SHAME, GOT NO PRIDE

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[redsoil]

[ Kaeya is an agreeable creature, which means that the war god's hackles settle within a few moments of them rising. Less someone who needs to be admonished for being foolish with his tongue, then, and more someone who understands the value of holding one's cards close to the chest. Even Set, with as loud a personality as he has, holds many pertinent details far out of view.

He carries the boxes effortlessly, plunging into the Yards with the passion of someone who has sight of a goal. If he must bargain for secrets to be maintained, to have his connection to them again, he will do so. ]

I do not believe this plant will allow us to create maintainable boundaries, unfortunately. However, cover your heart, when you begin to feel the effects take hold of you. I will do the same, for it is the heart that will speak against you when you are judged for the life you have lived. That is the way of things in my world, where your heart will sit against the weight of a feather.

[ He wonders if he ought to have brought the image of golden scarab with them, and if they would protect his and Kaeya's heart from speaking against their wills. Alas. ]

I do wonder about your deepest desires, though. You were the one who spoke of your findings in the Church of Helios — the dark things many, regardless of faction line, wish to find the root of to end, and punish. Such a thing speaks to a sense of justice, maybe.

[subsist]

[ It’s not that Kaeya doubts what Set is saying. After all, he was made aware of the plant’s properties too, and it wouldn’t be the first time that his secrets were drawn out of him against his will. To think that a plant would be capable of such a thing, though…

At least he’s with someone who understands the importance of keeping secrets. ]

Do I strike you as someone who seeks justice?

[ When he asks that, his voice has an airy quality to it, casual. They’ve reached where the plants need to be settled so he carefully lowers the crate he’d been holding to the ground. ]

That’s an interesting assumption. Most wouldn’t normally say so. [ Shady. Suspicious. He’s heard it all. ] However, that was likely our only interaction thus far, so it makes sense. Your opinion of me might change after today.

[ Leave it to him to find a roundabout way of not acknowleding what Set thinks of him. ]

[redsoil]

[ With Kaeya, Set places the crates on the ground — if he had sleeves, he would roll them up and begin to sort through the juvenile plants to ensure their leaves were healthy and roots unbound before sinking his hands into the soil to prepare a healthy foundation for them — and he thinks, about the question. Genuinely. ]

I have a lot of opinions about men like you. Affable and evasive, you are not the first of your kind I have met nor will you be the last.

[ He begins to unstack his crates, for ease of access, and reaches for the string and stakes that have roped off the section of garden for them to visibly see where they'll be planting. From one of the crates, he takes out a pair of procured gloves and holds them out to Kaeya — the world's most stupid olive branch. ]

You do not even know my opinion of you, besides. We have yet to interact much with one another, but will not be forced to divulge quite an arsenal... I would like to approach you with a more open mind, though not with naive trust. Here. The sooner we begin, the further we may get before our secrets are exposed. I want to earn the right to return to the Greenwood Yards, even as Meridian. I have always loved this place, and its ghosts.

[ His nose wrinkles briefly, the first truthful casualty between them laid bare. ]