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[fireindreams]

Grimm Lavoie
UN: Concerto

STATUS: Graduate/TA, general night class assistance and student assistance.

ACCOLADES: After my graduation I became Troupe Master of my Clan. It has become quite a whirlwind of excitement since!

BIO: I am Grimm Lavoie, the Troupe Master of the Grimm Troupe. I will be offering assistance to teachers and students alike, so do not hesitate to call.

© TESSISAMESS

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Mid September-ish

[hattersgonnahat]

[It had been a quiet night - not so for Puella though. Perhaps it was because she had been working hard on figuring out that hourglass, but her mind was still in a buzz even as she slept in her room. The dream seemed like a series of snapshots, but the images begun to get more vivid. A sea full of clocktowers, a book store off a street corner, a bright sun, large thrones, and an identical hourglass that was full of light - the brightest she had ever seen. Writings would also occasionally flash in. It was not too uncommon for Puella to see runes (or new possible rune calculations) in dreams, but something about these ones were...different. Words kept repeating, some of it looked like complete nonsense, it was hard to understand what it was at all.]

[Puella was starting to get physically uncomfortable. It didn't hurt, but it was an overwhelming amount of information. None of it really seemed to mean anything either. It was so far from her normal dreams that felt almost like it could've been a dream from someone else entirely.]

[fireindreams]

[As the dream continues, fueled by the flickering of writing, runes and the sun, something else slips inside. Something that was not part of this dream yet was linked due to pure nature.

He wandered, at times. When Grimm slept and the God was left little to do but to let his vessel sleep. He could poke him awake, certainly, but it would be cruel to continue to do so. Sleep and wander, and see the dreams of others that he consumed.

On the wind (was there wind?) there is a smell. Of burning wood, smoke and fire. Curling around the thrones and writing, lighting them up and consuming them quietly.

And then it comes for Puella herself. Swirling around and bring song, a voice composed of many voices.

It may be her's. It may be someone else's that Puella knows. It may even be Grimm himself. But it's wrong in a way that's not normal. A recording, broken and spliced to form this voice.]

...child...

[hattersgonnahat]

[It sure made things even more confusing, with the dream now being partially devoured by fire. Either it was meant to happen or there was something interfering with it still.]

[The voice was not really recognizable, partly because it sounded like a few voices overlapping each other. It was a bit intrusive as well, enough so that Puella scrunched up slightly more in the outer world.]

...Who are you?

[fireindreams]

[The fire in question seems to be rather curious about this and that, now that it is in the dream proper. He could only touch things in dreams and nightmares, poke and prod and try to understand.

The endless curiosity of a God. Not as sever as another one he knows, but it's present.]

Flame...nightmare...dreams. The Heart.

Binding. You?

[hattersgonnahat]

[That hardly did much to answer her questions, if anything it just added more. But there was most definitely someone...'here'. How ever way that works.]

Binding? [Were they referring to the dream, or themselves? She's sure she was bound to nothing, but with all this happening what if something was? It did not sound too great. She felt warily.]

Are you doing this?

[fireindreams]

[Puella will actually get a straight answer this time, or as straight of an answer that the Nightmare King gave.]

No. Sun, throne, runes. Yours. Dreaming, walking.

[He doesn't say anything about the fire because that's his.]

Wandering. Questions....answers.

[It makes sense to him to comment on it. There are a lot of questions here, in this place out of place in a girl's mind.]

UN: Ollin [post Reflections event]

[unpocoloco]

Hey Grimm. Are you available to talk? Just me and you?

[And not the kid, he doesn't add.]

un: concerto

[fireindreams]

[He does pick up on what Héctor doesn't write. It is likely something private then.]

Certainly, my friend. Do you have a place in mind?

I can meet you wherever you like.

[unpocoloco]

The cross of life fountain is pretty empty this time of night. I'll be just finishing up my playing there. If that's alright with you.

[action]

[fireindreams]

Certainly. I'll be there in a moment.

[It actually does take Grimm a little bit to get there, longer then one would think for someone who can teleport.

But he wanted to make sure the Grimmchild was comfortable first. Still, eventually there is the tell-tale crack of the Troupe Master teleporting into the area.]

Good evening, dear Héctor.

[unpocoloco]

[Dear Héctor. Reference to the old joke makes him smile. He finds, he needs that.

The moment that crack had sounded in the air (after a slight jump) he'd set his guitar aside. He leaves room beside him on the fountain's edge.]

Buenas noches to you too, mi amigo. I'm afraid this is less a call for company than it is that I... had some things to discuss and tell you. And ask.

[fireindreams]

[He takes a seat beside Héctor. He'd have liked to hear more of the man's music but it seems like he has a lot on his mind.]

I do not mind. What is it you wish to speak of?

[Although given the conversation Grimm had with a certain someone, he has a feeling.]

very late december, sometime at night after christmas

[spelleton]

Are you busy currently

[fireindreams]

Good evening Ekkehardt.

I am not busy at the moment. Do you need something?

[spelleton]

Not 'need', but I would enjoy your company without anything distressing happening.

It's been a while since we've spent time together normally. [ The last two months sure have been a thing. ]

[fireindreams]

[They certain have been a Thing.]

Indeed, that is true. I would be delighted to spend time with you.

Do you have a place in mind?

[spelleton]

If you're interested in drinking, we could go to one of the bars in town. Or we could find a spot to talk. No preferences.

late December, you know exactly what this is

[nor_iron_bars]

i can't fucking believe you had stuff strong enough to get a lich drunk and you didn't share
you monster
i thought we were friends :((((((

[fireindreams]

good evening to you too, dear Jail.

[He's not actually mad though. Just very, very drunk, which is why he is not bothering with proper capitalization. Thanks Divine. But also-]

i do still have access to it and am willing to share, provided the maker of said drink is willing to make more.

and knowing her, likely. so i am not a complete monster.

although i have to wonder where you came to that conclusion that i was drinking with a litch.

[The answer is an obvious one since Ekkehardt was the only person he went out drinking with. What's up, Jail?]

[nor_iron_bars]

ok i forgive you

[She never claimed not to be easily bought.]

oh yknow, subtle hints.
small clues.
part where he drunk texted me because he had too many feelings might have something to do with it.

oh, and btw?

[Attached file: heactuallyadmittedit.png]

PAY UP, BITCH
I CALLED IT.

1/? (please stand by for grimm.exe to reboot)

[fireindreams]

[Well that clears it up quickly. Not that there really was a problem. Jail was delightful company and he'd been meaning to introduce her to Divine anyway. He even has the text written out inviting her to come over!

And then he reads the rest of what Jail sends. Okay, he did not expect Ekkehardt to do that, but they did have a rather heavy conversation. Perhaps he just wanted--]

2/?

[fireindreams]

[But then he reads the attached file.

What.

What!?!]

3/?

[fireindreams]

[He's caught somewhere between being highly amused, very drunk and wanting to headbutt his desk. God.

This is...a lot of things. Oh my goodness...Ekkehardt.]

4/4 ok done

[fireindreams]

[Finally, after he gets...everything together, he sends out a text.]

i owe you a considerable amount of money, don't i?

but before we total it up, however. i do want to know if theyre both ok.

[Given...Grimm's too drunk to be eloquent. Everything. Let's go with that. But he needed to know because he didn't want this to have hurt the pair somehow.]

[nor_iron_bars]

don't feel too bad, you could've done worse
steve in accounting actually put money on atchison being straight
side note, lil concerned someone that dumb handles the school's money
maybe time to start looking into who signs our paychecks

[Who the fuck is Steve- never mind, it's probably better not to ask.]

signs point to yes.
lbr snatcher hasn't been ok for a couple centuries now
but i think they'll be all right.
no one seems on fire or deader than normal, they're just gonna have to talk about some stuff.
he'd probably rather be on fire, but meh.

like, could they hurt each other?
sure.
but i'm p sure they wouldn't have made it this far if they were gonna screw it up on purpose.
still might do it by accident, but that's not exactly different from every other relationship anyone's ever had.