come_sailaway | Crew Meeting

But Izzy, you did.

( it's easy to catch this part of the conversation by connecting what she said previously and how he responds now. to speak about her uncle is a way to avoid these words, but she won't let it come to that. besides, the twelve olympians aren't as what humans truly believe them to be, and she doubts what she knows could compare to any legend. )

You took part in her survival, how are you able to say that you didn't? Her being on this ship is a testament to that, a reality that if you hadn't been there... how would she be here now?

( every person who takes part in another person's life leaves an impact, one that they can visibly see, and jenny in fact is part of that. she's here, she's alive, she's able to be spoken to and acknowledged— )

Give yourself more credit, you are capable of doing good things even if you believe you cannot.

[He’d like to think that, he really would. To have the capacity to do good in some form..it’s such a foreign concept. Is it not weakness? Is it not testament of his softening? Is that not terrible?

Izzy would argue that the captain would have revived Jenny regardless. That she still died regardless. It’s a moot point.]

Yeah, that’s not really in my wheelhouse.

But it is in mine.

( her beliefs, one stronger than most as not too many people offer words of praise. it's always survival here, and doing things right, but why can they never praise someone for their efforts of doing something, for attempting. they need to remember that humans are individuals that grow, and that they build, as soon in time these attempts will stack and his reliability will improve.

she knows he has difficulties believing in himself from how he speaks. )

If you can believe me, Izzy, then leave it to me. I'll take up those parts you aren't ready to wield yet.

( one day he will see how strong they are as a weapon, but for now they can take it slow. quickly, she turns around so that she's facing izzy, but walking backwards so maybe it's a good thing this cruise is inhabited by ghosts and not actual people aside from them so she won't bump into anything, probably. )

[Probably. He's watching for her, anyway. No objects in sight as of yet.

He watches and nods and gives a tight smile, wondering what parts there are to wield. What parts are even left? He's given everything. Pollux's words are kind, yes, but there may be nothing to wield. Maybe he's just...empty.]

I'll bear that in mind. Thank you, Pollux.

[He doesn't understand why she's chosen him for kindness. Maybe it's nothing special, she's said herself that she would and will extend the same for anyone. Dangerous business in his opinion, but why not be discerning in who deserves it? Why not choose a good person?

It leaves him silent for a spell as they walk and he gestures for her to turn back around. Just the sound of their steps, his sword against his leg, and the lei he keeps tucked in the back of his trouser's laces. When they get up towards the cabins, to their cabin, he opens to door and steps aside to let her through.]

( it doesn't take much to turn her around, when she notices what he's doing she falls into rhythm so that she's facing the world properly, and that he doesn't have to watch her back. it's a sweet gesture, she finds, that he would do that.

she makes no comment as they arrive to their room, and once the door opens, she walks inside delighted to be back in their quarters. there's nothing special about this room aside from the mattress that's on the floor from when a certain guest decides to use it, but it brings a smile to her face regardless how many times she finds her way back inside. she walks over to her bed, palms pressed against the surface to smooth out the wrinkles before sitting down.

pollux looks over to izzy's bed where an outfit lays folded, not easy to miss as it's placed right in the center visible to all who walks in. she places her hands against her legs, eyes wandering over to izzy as she makes conversation. )

Now you can rest.

[Izzy looks at the bed and for a moment he's annoyed that Castor has clearly tried some lay of claim on Izzy's bed. Not happening.

He sighs through his nose and gathers the garment, delicate fabric and excellent construction, and offers it to Pollux.]

Your brother's I assume.

( when it's extended to her, she thinks that he needs assistance in putting it on. she had even gotten to her feet, ready to take it until he speaks up, and her eyes widen shocked. )

Huh? Oh, no! You misunderstand, Izzy. A God makes no mistakes in boons, ( she pushes the outfit gently back towards him so that it lays against izzy's chest— the fabric is very light. ) it's meant for you!

( she sits back down again, looking up at him. )

Isn't it a beautiful white, Brother always has the best gifts in mind!

[Funny how one simple gesture can core him out so thoroughly. Pollux presses the fabric back and he cradles the bundle against his chest. For him?

... when was the last time someone gave him anything.

Yeah, Friday had some things for him a the desk a bit ago, a ring and a violin, both of which he loves, but this is different. This is a gift for him specifically from another person. More than that, a god. What the fuck.]

Really? From Castor?

...why?

He didn't want it.

( servants have no need for outfits like this when they're durable on their own, no blade made by a human's hands can harm them. there's also their godhood which grants them immunity, so even with one shot of izzy's gun will only stop in its tracks when the bullet hits her, and castor too.

sadly, this is starting to sound like one man's trash is another man's treasure, but it is simply not that simple. )

I know what you're thinking, that he's passing it off to you because he lacks interest, but for how my brother is. That's too easy. Rather than just throwing it away, or tearing it to bits... he tossed it onto your bed.

( given that she knows that, she had to be the one to fold it. )

Izzy, out of all of my brother's options... why did he choose that one? If I had to guess, he must respect you enough to offer you the tiniest thought which is more than others even get. I think that's special when my brother can acknowledge another person, it was my first time seeing it done here... and it was because of you. That was a gift to me, so I thank you.

[A cast off is still a cast off, but it is from a god and so Izzy will choose not to be insulted. His favorite waistcoat came from the body of a dead man, so who is he to throw stones.

He grimaces slightly as he looks over the tunic. It could not be farther from his preferences. Ngh. Be grateful, Israel.]

Thank you. I think. It's a nice...thing? I'll thank him when I see him.

( And speak of the devil—it's with that that the door to the cabin opens. )

Pollux! There you are.

( There's a short exhale of relief as Castor steps into the room, shutting the door behind him as he makes his way over to close the distance between himself and Pollux. A multitude of questions are running through his mind as he looks at her, resting just on the tip of his tongue—"I looked everywhere for you." "Why did you leave?" "Why didn't you tell me you were going?" None of these are necessarily things to ask in front of someone else, however; their business should stay between the two of them. So while troubled, it's the relief that really shines through in his expression.

It quickly melts away as he casts a glance in Izzy's direction, eyes flickering down to the tunic in his hand before turning back to Pollux. )

What is he doing here?

( Did he really get ditched for some human? )

Don't be silly, Brother. This is his room too.

( with castor close enough, she'll lift a hand to pinch at his cheeks gently despite the expression on his face familiar. he gets so worried about her, but every time there's a gap between their time together she can't help but be happy to see him once he appears. a small smile is offered to him knowing this isn't enough to placate castor's worried feelings, but she does appear satisfied being able to have him by her side again. not only that, he came at the right time.

she looks at izzy, ignoring her brother. )

So, do try it on.

( she glances to the bathroom door in the room, as if easing izzy into a direction where he can avoid castor's ire for the moment. )

[Yeah, you prick, he lives here. And he lived here first!. Unbelievable.

But maybe not as unbelievable as the sudden humiliation of being told to put on a chiton. And knowing he can't say no.

Fuck.

Izzy looks from Pollux to Castor, then down at the fabric in his hands, then back. A gift from Castor, huh. He doubts it.]

Your sister was made to feel unwelcome. I escorted her back.

[Technically not wrong. Technically a good excuse. Still ignoring the instruction to wear it. We're stalling.]

If this was a gift, thank you. I...can't say I've had the pleasure of..clothes..like this before.

( Yeah, hard to poke a hole in that excuse, though he does give a look in Pollux's direction as Izzy offers it—for some kind of confirmation, probably. He doesn't doubt that the humans there wouldn't know their place though, and it's enough for Castor to let it pass until the two of them are alone.

As for the clothes in Izzy's hands— )

I'm sure you haven't.

( Castor says, matter-of-factly, as if he has.

That said, this reaction is rather... lackluster, for a gift from the gods. Dissatisfied, Castor turns his attention back to Pollux. )

Did you already explain?

Can't you hear it in his voice? He's in such disbelief that he doesn't even know what words to use.

( he knows that it has came from castor, and it was meant to go to him those are the two things that matters here. )

If you mean what it is... ( her hands drop down into the seat of her lap. ) no, I thought I'd leave that to you.

( as for the clothes, she's going to look to izzy then over to the bathroom door. hm, he hasn't moved. )

Do you need assistance getting dressed? I'm aware that these clothes are foreign to you, but it only takes so much effort to put them on properly.

[Yeah no one has explained anything to him except it's a thing that castor didn't want and tossed on Izzy's bed. So, look. We're grateful because we know not being grateful is a stupid thing to be around a god when you're a squishy mortal seeking power and protection from said gods, but we also have no idea why it's special.

Nor do we particularly want to put it on.]

I'm sure I can manage, thank you.

[And he will try his best. How hard can it be?

Kinda hard because simplicity is deceptive, but he will dutifully shuck his clothes and wrestle himself into the thing. It is far too short for comfort, and far too breezy to feel safe in, but he emerges, red cheeked and bristling with anxiety about the whole ordeal. Fits him, though. And the gold belt is nice, he has to admit.]

( So true, Izzy. If it helps, he can have leggings like Castor has as a part of the fit. I think that's a safe assumption. Or it can be extra breezy—either way, really. What matters here is that the fabric itself feels the way one may expect from a thicker material despite only having a layer or two to its name. It's porous enough to feel airy and cool when he puts it on, but while flexible enough to bend and move, it doesn't necessarily fold with the ease that he might expect of regular clothing. Texturally soft, but a bit off feeling in a way that's hard to describe.

Being no strangers to the look, his return warrants only a cursory glance from Castor, who has taken the time that Izzy used to get changed to dig out a knife. He honestly seems more interested in it than Izzy for the moment, checking to make sure it's sharp enough for their purposes.

Now seeing as the other doesn't have an explanation yet and didn't seem too interested in his chance to listen to one before putting the clothes on, Castor's going to go on ahead and assume a demonstration is the way to go in this case. Though Izzy is given one mercy in the fact that the knife in Castor's hand is going to be held out for his sister to take instead. )

Pollux, you can demonstrate.

( He gets the feeling that if it's him approaching with a knife, Izzy may not come to the most charitable conclusions about what's going to happen. Pollux is also a slightly unhinged goddess, but people take to her much better—she might actually be able to see the demonstration through without permanently traumatizing the man. )

( if it was any other occasion, she could stare at the knife with downright offense, and even puff up insulted by the gesture— but that's not the case. there's this comforting warmth in her heart when she watches castor pull out the knife to hand over to her, especially being the one to insist that she do this means a lot. castor doesn't have to care about the safety of humans, after what's been done to him, he can ignore them and hope for their downfall, and yet... this is what he wants to teach izzy, allow him in on the boon that's been offered. once the knife touches the palm of her hand, it's weighted at the handle to her, but nothing to represent a heavy burden in her grasp. it's light, quick for her to toss up, watch it windmill, and then drop down back into hand.

she holds it out in her hand to show the weapon, the light of the room causes the blade to gleam by how sharp it is, almost threatening when in a god's hands. )

This is a human's tool, this is something I want for you to keep in mind.

( it's one small step forward until izzy blinks once, and it appears in a matter of seconds that the gap they had previously has been closed. her hand quickly slices the blade against the male's neck where the fabric comfortably wraps around, and he can feel the pressure of the attack. but what should have been his throat slit, and blood filtering out the gash like a waterfall is replaced with nothing. the outfit still stands threaded together, no nicks or cuts to the fabric, and remains as perfect as it once was before he wore it. as for the knife, the sharp end seems to have dulled only a bit, and is practically useless as pollux looks down at the knife before holding it out for izzy to take. )

There. What do you think?

[What does he think- what does he think!? He thinks his life just flashed before his fucking eyes. He thinks his fragile trust has been betrayed. He thinks the tiniest bit of give on his end, his loyalty, his careful creeping from under his shell was all for nothing because Pollux just slit his fucking throat.

She lands the slash true and clean before he can jerk back with a surprised cry, hand to his throat. Izzy expects blood. He expects pain. Neither come, and instead he feels his throat with intense panic. Nothing. Still nothing. What the fuck why would she have done that-

The knife didn't cut him. The knife didn't cut him because the clothing did not allow the blade through. Izzy's heart is beating like a rabbit's. His eyes are wide as dinner plates, mouth agape with shock, horror, and betrayal.]

Never- [Breathy. A wheeze, even.] -ever do that to me again.

Ahaha! Do you see the look on his face, Pollux?

( Castor's gone from looking rather bored to full-on grinning in a matter of moments as Izzy goes through what looks to be the ordeal of a lifetime. He can't help the laughter that bubbles up, pointing at him as he looks over to his sister, and it's even enough that he doesn't think to scold Izzy for trying to make such a demand of them. Well, it's not like there was really anything for him to be so scared of though—Pollux is the gentle one between the two of them, the one who likes humans, so it's hard to believe that she would hurt one she's grown so fond of.

Castor could eat up this reaction for days, but it really is only for Pollux's sake that he'll wave a hand, dismissive. )

Why would we waste our time with that if it was going to hurt you? No, you now know firsthand what a generous gift this is—the protection of the gods themselves!

( Short pause for the effect. He is looking SO pleased with himself. )

So, Human, what do you think? You can cry tears of joy now.

( the knife was never meant to cut him, pollux's hands at this moment couldn't cause bloodshed by killing humans— and that's why even as surprised at the fear in his eyes, the way they had widened from the action must have shocked him; she contemplates his request. her brother's in a good mood, she can hear it in his voice as he speaks with both pride and certainty that they've done the right thing, and pollux reaches up to slip his thin fingers between the male's neck and his hand, grabbing it to pull it down gently. )

Do not worry, Izzy! Next time I'll offer a warning, but you had to figure out somehow.

( but she's sympathetic to him, holding his hand tightly as she brings it down between them, but she's smiling regardless. sometimes soothing words can be the salve to worries and concerns, but she repeats after her brother, showing that it's honest words for him, and only him. )

Brother's right, this is a gift from the Gods, attire dressed in their blessings. This fabric comes from a world where the citizens continued to revere the Gods, and in turn they are safe from both magical beasts and other humans who may attack. You know how to pick and choose your battles, ( it's a reminder that some individuals here with stronger magic may be able to interefere as it would take very powerful and damaging magic to pierce it. ) and so this will prevent any harm from coming to you.

( hopefully he understands, now she feels bad for scared him in that manner, and so she let's his hand go for the moment. )

It's to protect you, we promise. This is the Dioscuri's gift to you.

[If he cries anything, Castor, it will be tears of almost just fucking shit his pants. You absolute twat. You could have warned him- fucking hell. Gods!

Just- just give him a second to make sure he isn't having a literal fucking heart attack or something. Then he can process the words. Then he can process the meaning. Then he can decide just how furious he is about it.

Spoiler, very mad.]

Be that as it may! I- fffuuck me, I thought you'd killed me.

( Snrrrk take this very graceful and eloquent, muffled laugh from a god as your secondary reward, Izzy. Don't think anybody else has given him a laugh this good since he first got here. Or maybe that one time when they were sharing a meal together. That was a pretty good laugh too.

Anyway, he's not too concerned with a human's anger; he's angry all the time. You just kind of live with it after a point. )

Pollux doesn't bring harm to humans—especially not those who show the proper respects.

( If Castor had come at him with a knife, he might've had reason to worry. )

No, Brother! Don't say that, you'll scare him! Besides, that's not true!

( she'll only harm humans if a line has been crossed, but it hasn't happened yet so they're all safe. she crosses her arms with a puff before smiling at izzy afterwards, please don't listen to castor even though he's having a little gigglefuck back there. )

You've had many knives at your neck before, haven't you? I thought some humans got used to it...

( perhaps izzy doesn't like it, but she points at the dulled blade. ANYWAY! ) It's no good now, isn't it astounding? If you want, you can use that gun of yours if you don't trust me to use it.

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