un: sieglindesullivan / video

[grunehexe]

[If you've ever seen an illegal cam recording from the back row of a theater, you are familiar with the style of this broadcast.

Observe, (as best you can), the players upon the stage. The stage being the cave in which many of them have taken shelter from the storm outside, specifically a large, flat rock, at which two fine male specimens you may recognize as Achilles, son of Peleus, and a certain McCree, locked in the midst of a fierce... arm wrestling battle.

Bare arm muscles flexing, beads of sweat dripping, jaws gritting, knuckles white and shaking, eyes narrowed in concentration and competition, testosterone veritably sparking in the air... as two very fit grown men have it out in a no holds barred thirst-fanning battle of the bulges. Arm muscle bulges.

You might catch glimpse of the lovely referee, (blond, very appropriately serious about judging this contest, thanks, Riza), and hear snatches of people rooting for a particular candidate, (the broadcaster herself seems to favor Achilles, if "steel yourself for victory, Achilles!" is any indication), but mostly this is about enjoying a good man on man test of strength.

Until, that is, a voice can be heard.]

- Are you recording that?

[The video sadly? and promptly goes black as the magitek jewelry is clutched to a bosom in scandalous retort.]

Is it not a sight worth sharing? For posterity, you see-

[And apparently she thought it best to post... for posterty. What? Any lady or inclined fella unfortunate enough to not see it go down surely wouldn't want to miss the show... ?]

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[grunehexe]

[Porn and copyright laws.]

You cannot own something without substance, Evan.

[Don't be silly???]

[flashbanging]

[ McCree exhales slowly. Thank Jesus. ]

Real glad to hear you say that.

[ He's got his shirt back on, though he's buttoning it up with some difficulty--his good hand trembles like it's about to crumble. He laughs weakly, mostly at himself. ]

Guess now I can cross 'tussled with a livin' legend' offa the bucket list. Thanks for the the indulgence, Achilles.

[ He pauses, and adds, because he tries to be respectful -- ]

--son'a Peleus.

[ And then, haltingly and by degrees, he staggers to his feet. Time to go die in a corner. ]

[winces]

[ olivia balks, looking to sieglinde in mild indignation. ]

Th-This is just what dancers wear...!

[winces]

[ she wants to argue, but it is mostly out of reflex. she knows she does not know too much about hanzo, but she thinks (she fears) he may be similar to another man she knows... someone who goes out of his way to help others, but only quietly so. as if it were a mission. as if it were his life's purpose.

as if he were atoning for something.

pursing her lips, she reaches for his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. she doesn't bother to release it just yet. ]

That's already more than enough, I think.

[evantuality]

A couple hundred years of intellectual property rights law would beg to differ. Not to mention patent law.

[But for once Evan isn't into arguing semantics.]

This isn't really about that, though, this is -- this is about consent. You didn't ask to film them, much less to share it on an open network! This, this is something that has been addressed in my time and place, and filming someone else's body and then sharing it is -- well, it's their body, not yours to share, and it's generally seen as anywhere from in bad taste to do so, to downright illegal. Depending on the intent. And, uh, the intended viewer....

[How does he talk about things like upskirt camera laws without, like, actually talking about upskirt camera shots? UGH.]

[kikoku]

Then bringing up that you are "almost of marrying age" seems a bit misleading, does it not?

[That's honestly worse, Sieglinde no.]

[cachemoney]

[Yes... so pure.... obviously....]

Uhhh. [Men on Pandora. She squints, looking up at the ceiling of the cave.] Competition mostly involves someone dying. More blood, less... all this. [Less hotness.]

[grunehexe]

Oh.

[That sounded much less like competition and more like... fighting... but perhaps it was... gladiatorial?]

Well, this is a far more visually appealing contest, surely?

[grunehexe]

You have no harem experience... ?

[There's a weird tick in the corner of Sieglinde's expression that threatens to give her away, but.

She tries her best to keep looking totally srs.]

[grunehexe]

Is your squidge at least well behaved?

[grunehexe]

I do not know-

[Seriously, she didn't know at all. She'd never met a man really, before leaving her village... and her books had made the gender seem quite a mess in general...]

I believe there are quite a few good candidates among them- for their genetics, I mean. I may collect a few more marriage proposals.

[sereneflame]

Ha! [She's not sure if she's impressed or horrified... she's going with mildly horrified]

You don't have the hips to breed!

[grunehexe]

Not right this moment.

[Huff.]

It will likely be at least five years by my calculations.

[grunehexe]

[Yeah.......... what laws? Not ones recognized by the German princedoms of the fifteenth century, at least.

Her facial expression likely betrays how weird she's finding this conversation- but she is... trying...]

Well then I shall ask them later- I can hardly see them refusing.

[grunehexe]

That is a quantifier for people who seem to think you should not procreate without marriage.

[You wanna see worse?]

[ofobedience]

I suppose so, most of the time.

[cachemoney]

Um, yes. That's not even a question.

[Which brings her back to her original sideways glance, actually.] Sooo... should you be looking at this? This is very PG-13.

[grunehexe]

[Fufufu, true...

Sieglinde, for all that what she was saying was an assertation of her maturity, couldn't help the somewhat childish indignation on her face.]

Are you implying I am not of age?

[cachemoney]

That... depends on the definition you're going for. ["Of age," how fancy.] Are you thirteen? At least.

[grunehexe]

I am the lord of a village and have been responsible for the lives of all within for years- but if you must define it by age, yes.

[Which was a lie- she was only almost thirteen, but. She's been practicing with Loki... and she hated being treated like a child.]

[strikingtwice]

I see. That must be difficult for you then, coming here after you've been used to your village your whole life. Having everything taken from you and finding yourself in a situation like this, where everything is different and strange...

I can be hard to adapt to.

[sereneflame]

[She grimaces hard]

5? When you're eighteen? Urgh, don't do it! You'll still have decades of fertility left after you've gone and enjoyed your youth. Believe me, you won't make a good mother if you're barely out of childhood yourself.

[winces]

No! Of course not!

[ caught up in her own flustered indignation, olivia doesn't notice a thing... ]

[grunehexe]

Not even with a patron... ?

[Maybe her lessons with Loki are paying off!!!!]

[grunehexe]

I suppose it is hard for most people to adapt to...

[Maybe. Especially for her, but. She likes to think maybe others have similar problems, if only for comfort.]