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── .✦ november catch-all
Who: daniil & you! pretty please?
What:
learning more about a sad little man who has nothing left but his own ego
When:
november, a few days after daniil arrives in town
Where:
in town or at the bluffs
Warning(s):
subtle suicidal ideation, insect mentions
Rehearsing... what?
Daniil Dankovsky is an academic, from the Capital. He has grown up relatively rich, and as such he is an insufferable, arrogant little man. Back when things were slightly less confusing, Daniil's hobby was to sprinkle little sayings in latin in his sentences, just a not-so-sneaky way of appearing slightly more intelligent than anyone he spoke with at the time. But he's far from fluent in latin, and so these things take a lot of practice. He would prefer if no one found that out about him.
And yet, that is how you find him. Pacing outside, back and forth, hands crossed behind his back, as he mumbles the words to himself: "Comedamus et bi... Comedamus et bibamus, cras... cras...? Ugh!"
Hubris, the pain of loss, and looking for purpose (at the Bluffs!)
Daniil's life had always been so perfectly planned out. He'd planned it all out himself, in fact; his father's own plans for him never came to fruition, because he had raised a boy with goals far more ambitious than any other kid of his time. The glory of war and riches had hardly ever appealed to him, beyond the comfort they could provide. No, Daniil was an academic. He was meant for far, far greater things. Things like defeating death.
He had told everyone he could about Thanatica, the love of his life, his laboratory. He had built it from the ground up, done everything in his power in order to make it work out.
It had taken him eight days away from the Capital to lose it all. He didn't even get to watch its walls crumble down into rubble. Didn't even get to say goodbye to his colleagues. Now, he had lost the only thing in life that gave him a sense of identity and purpose, the one thing he spent his life working towards, and he had no idea what to do with himself. No idea, no idea at all. He couldn't even tell Burakh about this; the man had been destined to become a surgeon, heal people. Dankovsky wasn't even any good at that.
He looks down, watches the waves crash against the walls of the cliff with a vague kind of sadness in his eyes. His arms are limp at his sides, and he looks more attracted to the waves now than ever before. Perhaps they would allow him a minute, or maybe just a second of peace and quiet. Maybe that would be enough.
Daniil's secret childhood passion
You find Daniil digging into a bush. He seems hard at work, although what for, you're not entirely sure. He's muttering to himself as he continues to dig, move around in there. He's not stuck, that's for certain, but then... what is he doing?
The answer only becomes apparent once you hear a victorious sound coming from within the foliage. Suddenly, he pulls himself out and holds an arm into the air, triumphantly exclaiming, "I've got you!"
In his hand, between two fingers, he holds a small beetle. "So not even this island is free from your presence, huh?!"
Wildcard <3
(if you have another idea, i'd love to hear about it. <3)
What:
learning more about a sad little man who has nothing left but his own ego
When:
november, a few days after daniil arrives in town
Where:
in town or at the bluffs
Warning(s):
subtle suicidal ideation, insect mentions
Rehearsing... what?
Daniil Dankovsky is an academic, from the Capital. He has grown up relatively rich, and as such he is an insufferable, arrogant little man. Back when things were slightly less confusing, Daniil's hobby was to sprinkle little sayings in latin in his sentences, just a not-so-sneaky way of appearing slightly more intelligent than anyone he spoke with at the time. But he's far from fluent in latin, and so these things take a lot of practice. He would prefer if no one found that out about him.
And yet, that is how you find him. Pacing outside, back and forth, hands crossed behind his back, as he mumbles the words to himself: "Comedamus et bi... Comedamus et bibamus, cras... cras...? Ugh!"
Hubris, the pain of loss, and looking for purpose (at the Bluffs!)
Daniil's life had always been so perfectly planned out. He'd planned it all out himself, in fact; his father's own plans for him never came to fruition, because he had raised a boy with goals far more ambitious than any other kid of his time. The glory of war and riches had hardly ever appealed to him, beyond the comfort they could provide. No, Daniil was an academic. He was meant for far, far greater things. Things like defeating death.
He had told everyone he could about Thanatica, the love of his life, his laboratory. He had built it from the ground up, done everything in his power in order to make it work out.
It had taken him eight days away from the Capital to lose it all. He didn't even get to watch its walls crumble down into rubble. Didn't even get to say goodbye to his colleagues. Now, he had lost the only thing in life that gave him a sense of identity and purpose, the one thing he spent his life working towards, and he had no idea what to do with himself. No idea, no idea at all. He couldn't even tell Burakh about this; the man had been destined to become a surgeon, heal people. Dankovsky wasn't even any good at that.
He looks down, watches the waves crash against the walls of the cliff with a vague kind of sadness in his eyes. His arms are limp at his sides, and he looks more attracted to the waves now than ever before. Perhaps they would allow him a minute, or maybe just a second of peace and quiet. Maybe that would be enough.
Daniil's secret childhood passion
You find Daniil digging into a bush. He seems hard at work, although what for, you're not entirely sure. He's muttering to himself as he continues to dig, move around in there. He's not stuck, that's for certain, but then... what is he doing?
The answer only becomes apparent once you hear a victorious sound coming from within the foliage. Suddenly, he pulls himself out and holds an arm into the air, triumphantly exclaiming, "I've got you!"
In his hand, between two fingers, he holds a small beetle. "So not even this island is free from your presence, huh?!"
Wildcard <3
(if you have another idea, i'd love to hear about it. <3)