[ goooooin' to the chapel and we're goooooonna think about how insane that trial was. she's just here with a drink in a to-go up and a another little cup full of maraschino cherries. her knuckles are all wrapped up and she's just vibing, but when she sees temenos, she will just beeline it to wherever he happens to be and settles in next to him. ]
He's a real fuckin' idiot. Thinking what he did would fix anything.
[ it's yet another wild ass saturday which means he's settled in a pew in the small chapel. the hubbub of the casino outside is quieter here, and it's a place of sanctuary, or at least perhaps a place to think.
he's also holding his book in his hands - the one with the gold embossed cover. when jolyne comes to sit, he doesn't say anything, at first, and then, huffs and shakes his head. ]
I believe a real idiot might be an understatement. [ he does not drop the f bomb even though today deserves it. ] So much for strength.
but, when jolyne asks - the question surprises him, and he nods a bit, turning the cover slightly so she can see. the language is unreadable without auto-translate, but if it clicks into place, it says something along the lines of Scriptures of the Sacred Flame. ]
...An item from home I ordered a few weeks ago, in a fit of nostalgia.
[ she literally snaps her head so hard when she nods at that like fuckin' preach. speaking of, she looks at the book until that fun little auto-translate ability here thanks mg-landia. she blinks at it and then gives a soft "huh." ]
after a moment, he'll open the book to a page, marked by a fancy ribbon bookmark. the scripture inside isn't that relevant, really - but jolyne can see there are notes in the margins. they're both written in black ink. one is recognizable as temenos's neat, near perfect script, and the other script is a bit larger, letters loopier.
You just fell asleep. says temenos's handwriting. I was thinking with my eyes closed! says the loopier one. back and forth, little conversations - they dot the page, marked with underlines and stars of key lines, the occasional squiggle of a blotting out of ink, back and forth, all through the margins.
his expression is hard to read, for a moment, but he just looks down at the page. ]
It has been, I think. If nothing else, it is a reminder.
[ oh... that gets her brows to lift just a little bit. the conversations between the pages cause her to smile just a little bit, like it's a window inwards to something special, carefully kept. ]
Mmm, you used to... study scripture with a friend?
[ somewhere, in the back of his mind, the events of the trial replay. adlet's reasoning. wouldn't it hurt more, to lose someone that you love?
he's quiet, for a longer moment. the brambles of speaking about his fellow cleric are unbearably sharp, digging into the cavity of his ribcage, and he has to swallow around them before he can even really answer. it's all under the surface, under quiet, placid - perhaps a little wistful - eyes. ]
... Yes, that's correct. [ temenos doesn't seem to mind if she looks. there's nothing too exciting, but the annotations dot the page. there's a life splayed out here between the pages, hints of something beyond the simplicity of the scriptures.
Doesn't this passage speak to you?Yes.Me too. ] A very dear friend. The clerics often said we were like siblings.
We did, yes. We were both foundlings: the Pontiff took us under his wing and raised us personally.
[ it's uncomfortable, though he doesn't really show it - just quietly running his thumb over the page, before he sets the ribbon bookmark back into it and move to close it. ]
I didn't expect to receive one with his writing in it, when I purchased it - it came as something of a surprise. A blessing, I suppose, if you wanted to call it that.
[ she lets out a soft "oh" and it's not pitying or regretful, but there's a quiet kind of reverence to it. she sees, so she simply watches as he closes the book, understanding that maybe that's enough. she tilts her head, looking to him. ]
A blessing, maybe, if it bolsters you, yeah?
[ a small smile ]
Always surprises me... how they can get you precisely what you need, while still somehow being a nightmare.
Yes. Somehow, this delivery service is both the most convenient and inconvenient thing I've ever worked with.
[ there's a laugh, at that, as he pats his hand on the book and lets that serious moment wipe away as if it never even happened. but, temenos does return the smile. ]
Have you ordered things from home as well, Jolyne?
Mmm. Yeah. I have... nothing crazy, just something from my old man. Don't know why... thought it would make me feel better, but it's just kinda done the opposite.
[ she just kind of picks at her sad-looking manicure because it's always sad by week's end. self-ruined. she punches too many things to cope. she holds onto her question for a moment before finally: ]
Were you really young? When the Pontiff took you both in?
[ he looks a bit sympathetic to that at first - expecting jolyne to talk about it, but when she doesn't, and turns it on him instead...
well, temenos will allow it. sometimes, a little give and take is necessary, and jolyne can likely see there's a slight hesitation before he's willing to divulge, but only slight. ]
[ he was the baby brother 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 she looks surprised that he reveals this to her, just a bit, and she just nods, satisfied with the answer. ]
So you really grew up surrounded by this... huh. [ she looks thoughtfully ahead. the chapel is literally over a casino, but still, the fact that there's a chapel here regardless, it's kind of impressive. pervasive. here, despite it all. quietly, she picks through her bag for a moment... ] Well... I'm glad you were able to grow up with the company. This Pontiff, he sounds like a decent guy.
[ a pause. ]
I think I was hoping... if I got something of my old man's, that maybe I'd be able to somehow do better here.
[ the hat she pulls out is beloved, tattered in the back. the pins are dinged up in the front, and the brim has seen better days. she turns it inside out, where faded in the rim of the hat is a small label and the characters that translate to JOTARO KUJO in faded stitching. ]
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w3, saturday post-trial
He's a real fuckin' idiot. Thinking what he did would fix anything.
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he's also holding his book in his hands - the one with the gold embossed cover. when jolyne comes to sit, he doesn't say anything, at first, and then, huffs and shakes his head. ]
I believe a real idiot might be an understatement. [ he does not drop the f bomb even though today deserves it. ] So much for strength.
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[ she looks at the book quietly for a moment and considers it. ]
Mm... is that from the library? Or something from home?
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[ point blank.
but, when jolyne asks - the question surprises him, and he nods a bit, turning the cover slightly so she can see. the language is unreadable without auto-translate, but if it clicks into place, it says something along the lines of Scriptures of the Sacred Flame. ]
...An item from home I ordered a few weeks ago, in a fit of nostalgia.
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Nostalgia's a powerful thing.
Has it been good to have around?
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[ ...
after a moment, he'll open the book to a page, marked by a fancy ribbon bookmark. the scripture inside isn't that relevant, really - but jolyne can see there are notes in the margins. they're both written in black ink. one is recognizable as temenos's neat, near perfect script, and the other script is a bit larger, letters loopier.
You just fell asleep. says temenos's handwriting. I was thinking with my eyes closed! says the loopier one. back and forth, little conversations - they dot the page, marked with underlines and stars of key lines, the occasional squiggle of a blotting out of ink, back and forth, all through the margins.
his expression is hard to read, for a moment, but he just looks down at the page. ]
It has been, I think. If nothing else, it is a reminder.
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Mmm, you used to... study scripture with a friend?
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he's quiet, for a longer moment. the brambles of speaking about his fellow cleric are unbearably sharp, digging into the cavity of his ribcage, and he has to swallow around them before he can even really answer. it's all under the surface, under quiet, placid - perhaps a little wistful - eyes. ]
... Yes, that's correct. [ temenos doesn't seem to mind if she looks. there's nothing too exciting, but the annotations dot the page. there's a life splayed out here between the pages, hints of something beyond the simplicity of the scriptures.
Doesn't this passage speak to you? Yes. Me too. ] A very dear friend. The clerics often said we were like siblings.
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Did you grow up together...?
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[ it's uncomfortable, though he doesn't really show it - just quietly running his thumb over the page, before he sets the ribbon bookmark back into it and move to close it. ]
I didn't expect to receive one with his writing in it, when I purchased it - it came as something of a surprise. A blessing, I suppose, if you wanted to call it that.
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A blessing, maybe, if it bolsters you, yeah?
[ a small smile ]
Always surprises me... how they can get you precisely what you need, while still somehow being a nightmare.
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[ there's a laugh, at that, as he pats his hand on the book and lets that serious moment wipe away as if it never even happened. but, temenos does return the smile. ]
Have you ordered things from home as well, Jolyne?
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[ she just kind of picks at her sad-looking manicure because it's always sad by week's end. self-ruined. she punches too many things to cope. she holds onto her question for a moment before finally: ]
Were you really young? When the Pontiff took you both in?
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well, temenos will allow it. sometimes, a little give and take is necessary, and jolyne can likely see there's a slight hesitation before he's willing to divulge, but only slight. ]
I was only a newborn. [ ... ] Roi was older.
[ he's a baby brother 🥺 ]
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So you really grew up surrounded by this... huh. [ she looks thoughtfully ahead. the chapel is literally over a casino, but still, the fact that there's a chapel here regardless, it's kind of impressive. pervasive. here, despite it all. quietly, she picks through her bag for a moment... ] Well... I'm glad you were able to grow up with the company. This Pontiff, he sounds like a decent guy.
[ a pause. ]
I think I was hoping... if I got something of my old man's, that maybe I'd be able to somehow do better here.
[ the hat she pulls out is beloved, tattered in the back. the pins are dinged up in the front, and the brim has seen better days. she turns it inside out, where faded in the rim of the hat is a small label and the characters that translate to JOTARO KUJO in faded stitching. ]