[Thirty-five minutes later, give or take, a very Done™ looking Jamil skulks into the Mostro Lounge and, then, over to Sebek. He is wearing his hood.
He does not want Azul to spot him, nor a Leech, though Jamil would take a Leech over an Azul.]
Come. [Said like a babysitter about to clock in extra hours without the extra pay.] Quickly, before they find an excuse to charge the both of us for something we don't want or something we've done. I have no desire to give Octavinelle any more of my money than is necessary.
[ Sebek thinks that he almost understands the bubbles when Jamil comes in under his hood's hopeful disguise. He stands up quickly from his chair. After everything that Jamil has said, he is ready to leave this place. ]
Yes, let us depart quickly. Where are the groceries you need carried?
[The way he's patting Sebek's arm might imply it's not going to be so easy and the life of the Scarabian vice Housewarden is suffering.]
This- [Shit, that's the sound of a Leech, and while he likes Floyd, he also doesn't like Floyd or Jade in the context of Octavinelle business.] way. [The way is said more sharply than the this. Shifting into survival horror mode, fully prepared to abandon Sebek to his fate if he doesn't keep up.]
[ Sebek's training with Lilia alongside Silver means that he knows when haste is needed. He's surprisingly silent as he moves. It's like sneaking past a bear's den back home.
Only they don't have the benefit of whatever Silver's affinity with animals is. Not that it would work on merfolk. ]
[Meanwhile, Jamil has none of that training or animal affinity, he's just ruthless enough to leave Sebek behind as some kind of decoy and just. Go. Two types of people. (Sorry Floyd, Sea Snake just doesn't have the fucks to deal with Azul or Octavinelle on a professional level, right now, but they can throw basketballs at Ace's head later together, okay?)
He doesn't relax until they get out of the Lounge.]
Do you still feel... [Uh. What's a good word.] strange. Is anything else trying to talk to you?
On second thought, perhaps you should sit down. [There's a bench over there. Come, Sebek, time to take a load off.] Once you feel...better, I can take you back to Diasomnia.
[And take care of the groceries on his own yes, he's gonna take one for the team here.]
You're being dramatic. [Obviously. And Jamil is very unamused by it. Should he have left Sebek to indentured servitude to Octavinelle? Questions.]
Azul is a businessman, not a murderer. You have to worry about cleaning tables and too high bills in Octavinelle, not death. Panic doesn't suit you and I will be telling Malleus no such thing.
Of course. Azul would do a lot to annoy me, and he might threaten me, but he wouldn't endanger my life lest he lose Kalim's good will; it's the same with you and your housewarden.
Do you need... [What the shit would Sebek need.] ...water? Something to eat? Something normal, that is.
[ Sebek should probably be a little concerned that he's not hungry when he has such a huge appetite normally. Still, he takes another moment to consider Jamil's words again. ]
Perhaps introducing something else into my system could dilute the effects of whatever they gave me....
[ Is that how it works? Sebek doesn't know a whole lot about poisons as they are an underhanded tactic, but he must remedy that lapse in judgement. ]
At the very least, it will give you something to think about that isn't the color of the sky, or what music bubbles are making, or whatever else it is that you're feeling right now?
[And just in case Sebek takes that as an invitation-]
I don't need to know the finer details of what you're feeling.
[ His brows furrow as he thinks. What else does he feel? ]
My focus is not as honed as it should be, and my body feels heavier like I'm underwater... Which does not make much sense because I am a strong swimmer!
...we likely have a spare bedroom in Scarabia you can use while you recover from whatever it is you took.
[Jamil knows that he should just dump Sebek on Diasomnia and call it a day but the last thing he needs is a distressed underclassman sobbing about disappointing his housewarden, and this feels like the best of a bunch of terrible options.
Do they have a spare bedroom? No clue, but in the worst case he can just drop Sebek in his own bed, find Kalim, tell Kalim to text Lilia and let him know that his freshman's sleeping over for the night, not a big deal.] Come on.
[ What is the opposite of an ocean? A desert. Perhaps the heat will help the effects of whatever he drank at the lounge. At the very least, Sebek prefers hot over cold. ]
Very well. To Scarabia.
[ On purpose this time. Maybe he can just find a warm rock to nap this all off. ]
Jamil leads the way, fully expecting Sebek to follow. He does so with...authority, with confidence, and also with being .5 seconds away from forcing Sebek to follow through use of his signature spell, so the croc better be following.
He takes Sebek to...after a moment's hesitation, to a room that seems to be used. By, well.]
You can rest there.
[It's Jamil's room because he can't leave Sebek anywhere else, the last thing he needs is for the Scarabian students to give Sebek shit.
Jamil indicates his bed. Sure, this means he'll have to wash his sheets sooner rather than later, but that's fine, worst case he can bribe Ruggie with raiding Scarabia's fridge and have him toss some sheets into the load he does for Leona all the time.]
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He does not want Azul to spot him, nor a Leech, though Jamil would take a Leech over an Azul.]
Come. [Said like a babysitter about to clock in extra hours without the extra pay.] Quickly, before they find an excuse to charge the both of us for something we don't want or something we've done. I have no desire to give Octavinelle any more of my money than is necessary.
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Yes, let us depart quickly. Where are the groceries you need carried?
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This- [Shit, that's the sound of a Leech, and while he likes Floyd, he also doesn't like Floyd or Jade in the context of Octavinelle business.] way. [The way is said more sharply than the this. Shifting into survival horror mode, fully prepared to abandon Sebek to his fate if he doesn't keep up.]
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Only they don't have the benefit of whatever Silver's affinity with animals is. Not that it would work on merfolk. ]
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He doesn't relax until they get out of the Lounge.]
Do you still feel... [Uh. What's a good word.] strange. Is anything else trying to talk to you?
[The fact he has to put it like that!]
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Everything smells and tastes of purple.
[ Whatever that means. Sebek's next words doesn't clarify matters. In fact... ]
But everything is looking green instead.
[ He just makes things more clouded. ]
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[And take care of the groceries on his own yes, he's gonna take one for the team here.]
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If I should perish here, please let my liege know that I will serve him even after death! I shall return as a ghost.
[ He's being dramatic. He is in no danger of dying at all. ]
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Azul is a businessman, not a murderer. You have to worry about cleaning tables and too high bills in Octavinelle, not death. Panic doesn't suit you and I will be telling Malleus no such thing.
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...
[ He thinks for a moment about what Jamil says. ]
I suppose it would be foolish of them to risk Master Malleus's ire for senselessly endangering one of his guardsmen.
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Do you need... [What the shit would Sebek need.] ...water? Something to eat? Something normal, that is.
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Perhaps introducing something else into my system could dilute the effects of whatever they gave me....
[ Is that how it works? Sebek doesn't know a whole lot about poisons as they are an underhanded tactic, but he must remedy that lapse in judgement. ]
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[And just in case Sebek takes that as an invitation-]
I don't need to know the finer details of what you're feeling.
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My focus is not as honed as it should be, and my body feels heavier like I'm underwater... Which does not make much sense because I am a strong swimmer!
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[Jamil knows that he should just dump Sebek on Diasomnia and call it a day but the last thing he needs is a distressed underclassman sobbing about disappointing his housewarden, and this feels like the best of a bunch of terrible options.
Do they have a spare bedroom? No clue, but in the worst case he can just drop Sebek in his own bed, find Kalim, tell Kalim to text Lilia and let him know that his freshman's sleeping over for the night, not a big deal.] Come on.
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Very well. To Scarabia.
[ On purpose this time. Maybe he can just find a warm rock to nap this all off. ]
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Jamil leads the way, fully expecting Sebek to follow. He does so with...authority, with confidence, and also with being .5 seconds away from forcing Sebek to follow through use of his signature spell, so the croc better be following.
He takes Sebek to...after a moment's hesitation, to a room that seems to be used. By, well.]
You can rest there.
[It's Jamil's room because he can't leave Sebek anywhere else, the last thing he needs is for the Scarabian students to give Sebek shit.
Jamil indicates his bed. Sure, this means he'll have to wash his sheets sooner rather than later, but that's fine, worst case he can bribe Ruggie with raiding Scarabia's fridge and have him toss some sheets into the load he does for Leona all the time.]