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[ THIS IS SET IN THE PAST WAYYYY IN THE PAST ]

RHODRI: =It wasn't a big thing. Hell, it wasn't even a medium or small thing. It was something so tiny, and yet so grand all at once. It was a chance, the first proper chance he has ever had. This dingy little club with the overly pretentious name was that chance, and he was not about to waste it. This was his dream (well, aside from seeing a dragon, but what are the odds of that ever happening?) and this would be the first actual step of much worth that might get him there. He'd been performing on the streets of Beforus ever since he got here, and ever since he freed Rajani from her "caretakers" as well. Twice as hard really, as it wasn't just himself he was performing for anymore. Maybe that was why he'd been picked up in the first place.= 

RHODRI: =He's been pacing back and forth in the back of the bar for a while, trying not to pay attention to how Granny was staring holes through him from one of the booths in the back. Didn't she realize that it made him nervous? Or maybe that was a test to see if he would lose his shit when it mattered. There's fresh piercings in his face, on his lips, and though it stings (or maybe that's precisely why) he reaches up to fiddle with them while he paces. It's still a while until he's on, but his energy and nerves is all over the place. He decides to sit on a barstool for a moment, his leg bouncing wildly while he tries (and fails) to chill.=

RAJANI: -she has no idea why she's nervous, but deep down, she might. his energy radiates throughout the entire room--his anxious energy. she feels flutterbeasts in her OWN stomach. this performance is a big deal; it could make or break everything she's ever known to be true. this could be it--or at least, the beginning. she knows her support now is more important than ever, but it's difficult to ignore dirty looks from higherblood club patrons. just wait until you hear him, everybody. you're not going to have your heads up your asses for much longer- 

RAJANI: -she slides up next to him and nods- n0t chickening 0ut are y0u?

RHODRI: =He tries to cease the leg bounces once Rajani slides up to him, but he's unable to. At least it's less blatant now. He snorts sharply through his nose, and flaps a hand at her, his other still twisting at his new piercing. The sharp and stinging pain a good distraction from his nerves.= no way, 

 RHODRI: 1've never ch1ckened out about anyth1ng before, and 1 sure as fuck 1sn't about to start do1ng 1t now, =Runs his hand through his hair, the whole of it a bright red. He'd tried just making a streak or two, but he'd fudged it entierly.= just, 

RHODRI: hyp1ng myself up, y'know? =Moves his hand to punch his chest, giving Rajani a big grin.= have to be really feel1ng 1t to make others do 1t too,

RAJANI: is the hyping up w0rking? -she cracks a slight smile and attempts to hold his leg still- breathe. y0u are g0ing t0 kill it. sh0w all th0se highbl00ds what we g0t up 0ur sleeves.

RHODRI: =Again he tries to still his leg, but it only goes so far. Bounces it a tad still.= you can feel 1t, can't you? the hype v1brat1ons? =Makes a joke out of his nerves, grinning crooked.= 

 RHODRI: and yeah, 

RHODRI: =Takes a deep breath, hands falling into his lap.= 

RHODRI: =Exhales.= yeah, 

RHODRI: 1'mma k1ll 1t, 

RHODRI: you just watch 'jan1, 

RHODRI: all these h1ghbloods gonna drop 1n the1r seats,

RAJANI: 0h i'll watch. -she laughs a little, glancing at the stage- bet i w0n't be able t0 get y0u t0 shut up when it's 0ver.

RHODRI: psh, =Leans towards her, his knees on his thighs and head in his hands. Looks fairly amused with a big smile, eyebrows raised.= l1ke you've ever been able to do that before even, 

RHODRI: or that you'd ever really want to,

RAJANI: quiet. -she's still smiling a little, though- y0u never listen t0 me anyway.

RHODRI: =Raises a brow. Makes a zipping motion over his lip then a twisting motion at the corner of it like he's locking something. Flicks away the imaginary key with his fingers. Gives Rajani such a shit eating triumphant grin it is likely illegal in four different states. Seeeee? He listens. He's so quiet.=

RAJANI: -raises an eyebrow at him- that isn't g0ing t0 last l0ng. i give it 30 sec0nds.

RHODRI: =Chinhands with the same shitty grin. He's always up for bets and challenges yo. The only way this would be better is if she also asked him to juggle chainsaws.=

RAJANI: -starts counting out loud- 0ne...tw0...three...

RHODRI: =Yaaawns while she counts, waving a hand over his mouth and all. Too easy Rajani, too easy.= 

RHODRI: =Big grins again then starts making kissy faces at her.=

RAJANI: -grows a little red and waves him off, just counting louder- twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine...thirty.

RHODRI: =Turns his head and spins around on the stool at her, growing bored at being quiet around her count of fifteen. Still, he will PERSEVERE. Spins and makes all the kissy faces. Then she's come all the way to thirty and he grins wide, resting his chin on his fist.= 

RHODRI: see? 1 l1sten to you 'jan1, 

 RHODRI: when 1 want to, };)

RAJANI: when y0u want t0 pr0ve a p0int. -she rolls her eyes-

RHODRI: =Holds up a finger.= when 1 want to make you happy,

RAJANI: i'm calling bullshit.

RHODRI: d1dn't you want me to be qu1et? d1dn't those prec1ous th1rty seconds make you feel closer to ach1ev1ng some k1nd of n1rvana? =Tries not to snicker, and it can be heard in his voice.= hope you enjoyed those seconds 'jan1, because that 1s the only s1lence you're  gonna be gett1ng for a wh1le,

RAJANI: trust me, i'm aware. -she lets out a slight laugh and pats his arm- g0 piss s0me pe0ple off.

RHODRI: =Grins up at her.= why would 1 have to go anywhere when 1'm already do1ng such a good job at 1t? =It's you Rajani. You're totally pissed off right now.= 

 RHODRI: }:) 

RHODRI: };)

RAJANI: 0h my g0d. y0u kn0w this is n0thing cl0se t0 h0w it c0uld be.

RHODRI: all the more reason to st1ck around, =Chinhands. How bad me be? Shit eating grin. At least messing with Rajani made him forget about his nerves.=

RAJANI: n0 way y0u're getting 0ut 0f perf0rming, buddy.

RHODRI: =Stares.= what, 

RHODRI: =Laughs and waves his hands in front of himself.= no, no no, 1 wasn't th1nk1ng of that? what the fuck rajan1, 

RHODRI: th1s 1s l1ke, 

 RHODRI: tHE chance, 

RHODRI: 1'm not gonna waste 1t, 

RHODRI: =Puts his hands on his knees, looking downwards.= just, 

RHODRI: =Shrugs a shoulder.= don't wanna fuck 1t up,

RAJANI: y0u're n0t g0ing t0 unless y0u try t0.

RHODRI: you th1nk? 

 RHODRI: 1 am very good at fuck1ng th1ngs up, after all, 

RHODRI: 1n every mean1ng of the word,

RAJANI: ... 

RAJANI: what. 

 RAJANI: did y0u seri0usly just.

RHODRI: =Tilts head to the side, smiling sweet.= 

RHODRI: hmmmm?

RAJANI: -blushing and giving him the dirtiest look simultaneously- d0n't even play dumb.

RHODRI: whaaaat? =Tries looking shocked, but he's too amused to pull it off.=

 RHODRI: 1'm not the one not even f1n1sh1ng my sentences, 

 RHODRI: "d1d you ser1ously just", 

RHODRI: ser1ously just, what?

RAJANI: -glaring daggers- y0u kn0w.

RHODRI: know what? 

RHODRI: 1 dunno 1f you've not1ced, but 1 don't happen to be a m1nd reader, 

RHODRI: well, 

RHODRI: 'least not a troll m1nd reader, =Chuckles.=

RAJANI: ... -smacks his arm-

RHODRI: pffrt, snrk, 

RHODRI: =Bursts out laughing and rubs his arm dramatically.= 

RHODRI: y1kes! phys1cal assault on a guy for not understand1ng your vague commentary, 

RHODRI: harsh 'jan1, real harsh,

RAJANI: -laughs a little because she can't help it- y0u understand perfectly.

RHODRI: understand perfectly yeah, 

RHODRI: that you're cute when you laugh, =Blurts. Looks startled for about 0.1 seconds then tries just rolling with it with another laugh, though it's more high pitched than the last.=

RAJANI: -the way that laugh comes out just makes her smile at how ridiculous it sounds- s0 that's what it's all ab0ut. getting me t0 be cute.

RHODRI: yes, absolutely, 

RHODRI: but uh, 

RHODRI: also no? 

RHODRI: beCAUSE, =Oh jeez. Here comes the voice crack.= 

RHODRI: 1 CAN'T BE MAK1NG YOU TO BE CUTE,

 RHODRI: wHEN YOU ALREADY ARE, =Clears throat.= 

RHODRI: obv1ously, =Crosses his arms.=

RAJANI: -she can't help but grin a little about that, and in a very rare public display of affection for her, she leans over to quickly kiss his cheek- thanks.

RHODRI: (mgh,) =Looks off to the side, trying to play it cool. It's not easy when you're this warm in the face though.= 

 RHODRI:  1t's l1ke, =Looks at her, brown faced and not able to hold back a small crooked smile.=

 RHODRI: just the truth, =Shrugs.=

RAJANI: -she's won, and she knows it already- i'll have it rec0rded.

RHODRI: =You know nothing Rajani Snow. He rubs at his cheek with his palm, as if that would somehow remove the color from his face.= yeah? 

RHODRI: so you can wh1p 1t out when you're gett1ng bored at the ol' trolls home?

RHODRI: 1 say 'jan1, 1'm flattered,

RAJANI: -she nods- yeah, but i'll never end up in the 0ld tr0lls h0me.

RHODRI: true, because you're gonna keep on rock1ng w1th me 't1l the end, }:)

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There's a first for everything. Your first steps, your first friend, your first kiss and your first big dream. What's so curious is that, more often that not, your first will not be your last. There will always be more steps, more friendships, more kisses and more dreams, yet your life as an overall whole only has one first. You get born once, and you die once. That's why people celebrate a new life, as it only happens once, and why people are so afraid of that "first" being over. Rhodri never really understood that fear. He'd never been afraid to die, to be fair he hadn't been afraid of very many things for a long time, not even when he saw the long piece of metal protruding out of his own chest did his thought process involve more than a resounding "well sh1t". Those two words only replaced when he felt himself drop and how the air lapped at his face before coming to a much more gentle stop that he had anticipated. Still they weren't fear so much as they were frustration. Not over how his life was in danger or how it wasn't fair or how it was too early or any of those things that people say when people die, but more on how he had been unable to help as much as he wanted to. That he was letting people down with his weakness. There's also a new first which involved a lot of hatred towards sand. In his last bits of conscious reality his sorrow was yet to be directed at himself, instead towards Dirk and whoever else had to see him like this. 

Then came the dark, hardly a first in any sense of the word, yet it felt like it this time around. There was no light dancing on his eyelids, nor a weight in the back of his mind. There was just nothing as simple and incomprehensible as it is. His body is in a bed, with far more medical instruments hooked up to it than he could begin to recognize if he had been conscious. A steady robotic beeping accompanying the rise and fall of his chest the only signs of him being there still, even if his mind was floating somewhere far off in that vast nothing.  

For a time (or perhaps for no time at all, as time has no place in the nothing) there had been a feeling of eyes. Somewhere in the corners of his own, that was always there right in the corner no matter how many times he would turn towards it. A whispering of words he couldn't comprehend, even if the voices were all familiar, hitting notes that he had heard before, but couldn't make out to pinpoint when. It's when the beeping stops that he can. They aren't screaming, but it hurts his ears regardless, like someone had turned the volume on a TV set too high. Even so, none of the voices drown out each other. A word, a sentence, a paragraph. It is all said with crystal clarity, then followed by a new before has had the time to process what had been said. Then there are eyes, and they are staring right at him.

"iT's tOo eARLy," the troll says, eyes wide and pupiless-- drowned in milk. Her brows creasing in such a way that made her look far beyond her years, though her smile remained youthful in it's amusement. "yOu nEVEr dId cARe mUCh fOr sCHEDULEs." Her horns are the only things he's able to recognize, for this young troll with her back straight and sun kissed cheeks were one he had never seen. When he speaks her name, her brows rise in bewildered mirth, and as she had come she leaves. Leaving a weathered old lady in her place. Her veined hands folded over her cane, leaning so lopsided it's a wonder she has yet to fall over. "to tHINk i wOULd hAVe to cONTINUe bABYINg yOu in tHe gREAt bEYONd," she snorts, "wHEn wILl yOu lEt an oLd lADy rESt?"

His eyes betray the nothing, as he can feel something of matter. The wet heat against his cheeks, and how his words were struggling for release. He must have said the wrong thing, for the lady's smile turns into a thin line. "qUIt yOUr aPOLOGIZINg bOy, my jOININg of tHe cHOIr iNVISIBLe wAs no fAULt of yOURs, aNd tHAt we bOTh kNOw." Before he is able to speak again, she has straightened her back as far as it goes. White unseeing eyes directed right at him.

"wHAt aRe yOu dOINg hERe?" she asks.

"1'm dead," he answers, though his lips never moved.

It must have been a funny answer, for her mouth curves upwards. "hAh!" She points her cane at him. "rHODRi nITRAm dOEs nOt dIe."

"1 have now,"

She wacks him with the cane then, and though he cannot feel it, he remembers how it stung.

"rHODRi nITRAm dOEs nOt dIe," she repeats, a rasp in her voice from raising it. "nOt wHEn tHERe aRe pEOPLe nEEDINg yOu sTILl."

"they don't need me, 1 don't know what 1'm do1ng,"

"wHOEVEr kNOWs wHAt aNYONe is dOINg-- yOu aRe tRYINg. aLWAYs hAVe, eVEn wHEn aLl oDDs wERe sTACKEd aGAINSt yOu. tHAT's wHy pEOPLe lISTEn, tHAT's wHy yOu sHOULd lISTEn. lISTEn wHEn i tELl yOu tHAt no mATTEr wHAt yOu mAy dELUDe yOURSELf: yOu aRe mORe vALUABLe in lIFe tHAn dEATh."

"then why have 1 not been able to do anyth1ng?"

Another wack, and this one he swears he could actually feel. In his chest, even if she had aimed for his leg. The nothing flickers around him.

"bECAUSe yOu mEASURe tOo bIg-- tHINk yOu cAn cHANGe mINDs aNd wAYs iMMEDIATEly. it tAKEs tIMe, yEs, bUt yOu aRe cAPABLe. wHEn yOu cAn fOCUs, cONTROl tHAt fIRE wITHIn yOu, tHAT's wHEn yOu aRe at yOUr mOSt pOWERFUl. nOt wHEn yOu tRy it aLl at oNCe. wHEn oNe hAs fALLEn, tHAT's wHEn yOu go fOr tHe nEXt. tHERe is nOt a bEINg oUt tHERe tHAt cAn fIGHt it aLl at oNCe."

A ripple of white tears the nothing apart, and while he slips through the cracks, the old troll folds her hands back over her cane. "yOu nEVEr dId lIKe hAVINg pEOPLe wAIt fOr yOu,” she chuckles at some private joke, “aSIDe fROm me tHAt is, aNd i cOULd uSe fOr sOMe mORe pEACe aNd qUIEt bEFORe yOu fINALLy cOMe rUNNINg."

Nothing becomes something as his eyes fly open for a brief second, air filling his lungs. Voices replaced with others, as loud and urgent as the ones before. A myriad of silhouettes moving around him with a pressing purpose. Wet lashes flutter to a close, and the dark comes again, but it is not the same as before. The voices coming to a hesitant calm, and while he drifts, the steady rhythm of beeps persist.

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Rufioh's trial had flown past in a blur. A fair verdict reached, in his opinion, or so he had decided anyway. He wasn't even sure. Once he had left the room it had been like all his thoughts had spilled from his mind and seeped into the tiny cracks of the metal panels underneath his feet. The building tension in his muscles only finding release once he'd reached his block. Blind-sighted on the way there, jaw clenched and knuckles whitening. 

It was one of his acoustic guitars that got the brunt end of his frustration, gripped and smashed across the floor, sending wooden splinters everywhere. She'd been right there. Right there in the room with them. And he had wanted to run her through. With words, with a lance, it didn't matter. Having Lifera safe on board was an insult to everything he believed in. An insult to all the people tortured, dead, and dying from her government. From her hands. Rajani might've said it was "in good faith", and that "she didn't know any better". But for fuck's sake. For FUCK'S SAKE. Those excuses are those you give to a wriggler, a fucking wriggler that accidentally breaks a vase, not to a grown-ass troll. Not to a grown-ass troll that has the responsibility for so many lives on their shoulders. Hell. Even a wriggler would have to face the consequences of their actions. Get a stern talking to and told how it wasn't ok. The difference here being that a wriggler would listen and try to better their ways, while a seadweller would huff and puff about their wounded ego. Try to either get someone to validate their ass backwards actions or try to validate them themselves by continuing to do what they have always done. There's splinters in his hands, but he doesn't notice. He kicks the remains of the guitar out of the way, teeth gritted as he's trying to identify if the stinging warmth in his eyes is tears or anger.

Was he being unreasonable with this shit? He didn't think so. Yet his mind would sometimes wander to the story The Disciple had told him in the midst of the jungle. How the highbloods were just as much as of a unwilling slave to the system as the rest of them were. This time he finds himself laughing. A humorless sound that carries all the heavy thoughts fueling his fury, a hand dragging down his face. Yeah right. If they were so "unwilling", why didn't they try to change shit? Because unwilling or no, they had gotten the best part of the deal. Why would the privileged ever want to stop being privileged? And even when, even if, they did try to change things they sure as fuck gave up fast. Oh no. It didn't work out as you'd hoped immediately? Better give up and wallow in self pity. Forget about rallying to encourage the people you're fighting for, forget about paying respect to those lost by not just giving up, forget about the whole thing; it wasn't that important anyway. Not important enough to require any more sacrifice than a fragment of the sacrifices that was given in the past for the same cause, that keeps being given, and will continue to be.

He tastes the tears on his lips, moving his hand away to wipe them on his pants absent mindedly. Eyes landing on his wall of letters. Letters from trolls all over that had heard his songs and his speeches. Letters that, unless closer inspected, one would think was superficial flattery kept to remind a star about how great he was. However it couldn't be further from the truth. The letters were stories. Stories from trolls that had fought all their lives for equality, trolls that had lost their quadrants, their homes, and soon their lives. He had lost count of how many letters had come from people in various camps, prisons and culling facilities, smuggled out at the risk of further punishment to let someone with a voice know. Let him know so the universe would know, that it isn't right, and that they aren't alone. He'd mention them by name in his speeches, tell everyone of their victories and how, no matter how small a victory it was, it still mattered. It was still a step. He wondered if Lifera even knew the names of even a handful of the people outside of her gilded castle. If she even cared. Wonders when Rajani quit caring, too. When she suddenly decided that one life was more important than that of countless others. When she decided that all those sweeps didn't matter.

Part of him is tired of caring. Maybe it had been tired for a long time. Hearing about all this misery, surrounding himself in it, trying to keep positive and keep fighting. It drained him. It always had. But he would continue. He always would. Without complaint, he would continue. Because people believed in him. Because he believes in the people. Because he believes in what is right. A twisted right, maybe, he could tell that is how the people here felt. A voice in his head would tell him it wasn't right, too. But he had tried. He'd tried to believe there were different ways. That people would change from calm lecturing words, that the people that spoke them and believed them would prove more powerful than the forces that didn't. That love would be stronger than hate.

But it wasn't.

It never was.

It wasn't enough when the Signless tried. It wasn't enough for all the sweeps before him, the sweeps after him. It wasn't enough then, it wasn't enough now. For all the thousand upon thousands of sweeps it had not been enough. There had been change, but it had been small. Miniscule. A baby step every century. People patting themselves on the back and saying that everything is over, we're equal now! When the facts of the matter were right there in their faces still, in the shape of millions of people suffering. He's sitting on the floor in front of the wall of stories, legs crossed and staring upwards at them all. He wonders how many of them are still alive. How many of them are still fighting. How many of them would never get to see the universe they so desperately hoped to be part of. 

He had hoped too. He still was. But now the illusion of that happening without any more bloodshed was gone. It was like waking from a dream and finding reality to be, somehow, even more fucked up than what you remembered it to be. It was high time to draw a line. A finite one. All other ways had fallen short. It's time to say enough, that their behavior won't be tolerated anymore, that we are capable of fighting back with equal and greater force. That they would rather tear the universe apart than go another day being told this is fair. That this is how it's supposed to be. That you have to accept it. That "one day" change would come. 

Somehow. Maybe.    One day. To think that he had very many allies in his way of thinking on board would be to fool himself. At least, in front of this wall, with words upon words from people that might not even be, he didn't feel so alone.

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-- arcadianTroubadour [AT] began trolling fatallyCovert [FC] -- 

 AT: d1d you know about th1s, 

AT: hell, 1'm go1ng to assume you do because you know everyth1ng, 

AT: wh1ch 1s why 1'm perplexed as to why you d1dn't know that 1t m1ght have been a good 1dea to tell me that that tyr1an kelp guzzler was com1ng on board,

FC: y0u're asking why i didn't c0nfide in you regarding c0nfidential inf0rmati0n.

AT: how 1n the fuck 1s that any k1nd of conf1dent1al when she was gonna show up here anyway? 1 happen to l1ve here, unless you've forgotten, 

AT: 1t m1ght have been, oh 1 dunno, k1nd of n1ce to have gotten a heads up about a tyrant com1ng on board?

FC: h0w was i supp0sed to kn0w f0r certain the missi0n w0uld be successful? why rile up an entire ship for n0 purp0se but t0 stir cha0s 0ver misinf0rmati0n?

AT: 1'm not talk1ng about the ent1re sh1p, 1'm talk1ng about you at least g1v1ng me a heads up about th1s sh1t, 

AT: 1 happen to be a part of you guys too, but 1'm start1ng to doubt that more and more, 

AT: l1ke why 1n the fuck 1s she even al1ve st1ll? 1 thought you and 1 had at least the same v1ew on th1s-- that they don't deserve the "human1tar1an" treatment, 

 AT: she fuck1ng doesn't,

 AT: or d1d you already forget about everyth1ng her and her goverment has done? 

 AT: what she d1d to granny? hell, what she d1d to yOU?

FC: she did n0t pers0nally kill granny. as far as i'm c0ncerned, she didn't have a say in it. it sh0uldn't have happened. 

 FC: she didn't d0 anything t0ward me specifically. actually, the highbl00ds that culled me did.

 FC: but if we beg f0r change with0ut giving any0ne an 0pp0rtunity t0 change, what g00d are we?

AT: sHE D1DN'T PERSONA 

AT: hER SYSTEM 1S WHAT D1D 1T, 1N PLACE BY HER AND FOR HER AND HER OWN H1GHBLOODED K1ND, 

AT: d1D SHE TRY STOPP1NG ANY OF 1T? nO, 

 AT: sAME SYSTEM 1N PLACE FOR SO LONG, cONTENT W1TH KEEP1NG 1T AS 1S, aS THAT 1S WHAT WAS MOST BENEF1C1AL, 

AT: fUCK THE PEOPLE STRAPPED UNDER THE C1TY TO KEEP 1T RUNN1NG, fUCK THE PEOPLE TORN FROM THE1R LUS1 AND FR1ENDS TO BE PEDDLED OFF AS PETS, fUCK EVERYTH1NG THAT MAKES THE P1LLOW SOWN UNDER HER AND EVERY OTHER H1GHBLOODS ASS ANY LESS COMFORTABLE, 

AT: sO EXCUSE ME FOR SOUND1NG P1SSED OFF ABOUT HAV1NG TO CONSTANTLY TREAT THE PEOPLE THAT HAS NO REGARD OR CARE FOR ANYTH1NG ELSE THAN THEMSELVES W1TH FAR MORE TOLERANCE THAN WHAT THEY DESERVE,

FC: there is n0 reas0n t0 text sh0ut at me. i am reading what y0u say.

AT: oH, aRE YOU? 

AT: bECAUSE 1'M FEEL1NG L1KE, sOMEHOW, 

AT: 1'm the only one out of us that a1n't blue eyed as hell,

FC: what d0 y0u mean by that?

AT: na1ve, rajan1, that's how 1 feel,

 AT: that people around here are, that most people are, 

 AT: you're talk1ng l1ke she can change, but she had so long to change, 

AT: longer than most people can poss1bly hope for, 

AT: and 1t d1dn't, 

AT: yet we are expected to s1t here and tw1ddle our thumbs wa1t1ng for any of them to change, all the wh1le we keep be1ng treated l1ke expendable an1mals to the slaughter,

FC: y0u kn0w y0u have n0 right calling me naive. 

FC: just because i see things thr0ugh a different lens. just because i actually f0rmed an 0pini0n based 0n being around her.

AT: 1 have all r1ght to call you that, because you have seem1ngly gone bl1nd to all the damage she has caused,

FC: and it's n0t p0ssible y0u're the one with y0ur eyes cl0sed.

AT: feel1ng more l1ke 1 f1nally got m1ne open,

 AT: because 1'm done, 

AT: 1'm done w1th putt1ng up and tolerat1ng what 1sn't just1ce, what people keep clam1ng 1s, but 1t w1ll only mean show1ng people that no matter the cr1me they can st1ll get a chance to get out of 1t, 

 AT: gett1ng chance after chance to change and get more just1ce and fa1r treatment than anyone else, 

 AT: th1s sh1t 1sn't just1ce, 1t's not just1ce for all those that are gone, for everyone that's f1ght1ng the1r wars,

 AT: 1t's a farce, another way for them to try and save face,

FC: y0u're aware s0me0ne has already paid a price f0r this right?

FC: rufi0h stabbed dave f0r being 0ne 0f the pe0ple wh0 br0ught her here.

 FC: and if i were there, i had just as much a part

. FC: s0 maybe y0ur c0ncept 0f justice was cheated when i came 0ut unscathed.

AT: 1 am aware, and 1'm also aware how ruf1oh's act1ons are ones that most anyone would have done, though can't say 1t would have been h1m 1'd a1med at myself, 

AT: and fuck, rajan1, don't say that, 

AT: 1 don't want you, or any more of our people, to be hurt anymore, and that 1s exactly why th1s des1c1on 1s so ass backwards,

 AT: why are we lett1ng people get away w1th hurt1ng us over and over? we are lett1ng them, and the equ1valent of what pun1shment they rec1eve 1s a slap on the wr1st, a slap that they forget a whole f1ve seconds later, proceed1ng to hurt us aga1n 1n just the same way, 

AT: say she does change, what then? 1s that somehow "just1ce" for those people she has already hurt? done 1s done, and some poss1b1lty of maybe poss1bly perhaps her chang1ng and becom1ng a sa1nt 1sn't good enough,

 AT: th1s war 1s fought by these seadweller assholes, always has and always w1ll, 1f not her, then someone else, and 1f we don't r1se up and make a fuck1ng clear enough statement that 1t w1ll no longer be tolerated, 

 AT: then 1t w1ll cont1nue, 

AT: just as 1t always fuck1ng has,

FC: alternia t0rtured her, rh0dri. they experimented 0n her. y0u're saying y0u want m0re. m0re pain. m0re hurt. t0 eventually c0me t0 a c0nclusi0n where she is dead and there is a fleeting moment 0f satisfacti0n 0nly t0 feel n0thing and find s0me0ne else t0 blame.

AT: do you want me to feel sorry for her? because 1 don't, 

 AT: 1'm not go1ng to l1e to you and say that "oh no she def1n1tely d1dn't deserve that", when that 1s qu1te l1terally the same th1ng that has been happen1ng on beforus, just conven1ently out of s1ght to keep up that 1llus1on of be1ng someth1ng else than what 1t actually 1s, 

AT: the only hurt 1 want to see 1s of those that has hurt everyone else the most, then 1'll be done, and 1f so 1 feel noth1ng then so fuck1ng be 1t, 

 AT: at least then 1'll have been true to myself, to who 1 am and was and what 1 bel1eve 1n, 

 AT: that maybe now there w1ll be a chance, or at least a message spread that 1f they keep push1ng there w1ll be consequences,

FC: s0 by a message t0 send, y0u mean fear.

AT: 1t's only one of what they keep send1ng, 

 AT: they won't g1ve us respect, no matter how hard we are try1ng to get 1t, to be treated equal, 

AT: so fear 1t 1s, fear to have them back the fuck off, to let us l1ve our l1ves, 

AT: maybe then they w1ll see that we can handle ourselves, our own affa1rs w1thout the1r constant meddl1ng and overly bloated egos, 

AT: and then, perhaps, aga1nst all odds, there w1ll be change, 

AT: because desp1te what people seem to th1nk, 1'm not opposed that sh1t,

 AT: change 1s what 1 want,

 AT: but 1t's not gonna happen when we keep reus1ng the same tact1c over and over, all end1ng w1th the same result, 

 AT: 1 doubt s1gnless was the f1rst to try 1t peacefully, and you people won't be the last,

 AT: but you can see yourselves how much all of that changed,

 AT: how much go1ng around talk1ng about change and how n1ce 1t would be 1f we all just were accept1ng and tolerant and see1ng the world through rose t1nted glasses, 

AT: but the un1verse doesn't work l1ke that, 

AT: and the sooner people real1ze that people used to hav1ng 1t all 1sn't go1ng to g1ve that sh1t up w1ll1ngly just because someone sa1d so all sugarcoated w1th pleases and thank yous, the better,

FC: s0. y0u w0uld be on b0ard t0 just kill her.

AT: 1f anyone were to "just k1ll her" then 1t wouldn't matter, 

AT: 1t would have to be made publ1c, w1th vo1ces just as loud as the ones scream1ng orders down from the top,

 AT: that all th1s sh1t that has gone down for as many sweeps as sweeps has been, 

AT: 1t's no longer tolerated,

FC: we were made examples 0f 0nce.

AT: there we're people l1ke us made examples of long before we were hatched, 

 AT: st1ll now, 

AT: and 1f we keep on do1ng th1s same th1ng that all the ones before us tr1ed and fa1led to do, 

 AT: then 1t w1ll keep happen1ng, 

AT: there 1s no doubt about that,

FC: i have feelings f0r her.

AT: what

FC: i d0n't think i need t0 repeat myself.

AT: then how

FC: i can't answer that. 

 FC: it's n0t like i ch0se this.

AT: so you just have feelings for her but you cant even tell me how or why or for what reason 

AT: yet youre asking of me to just believe in her without ever providing me with any sound reason as to why i should believe in anything about her

FC: in w0rking with her f0r s0 l0ng, her intenti0ns are g00d, even if they aren't executed properly and even if they're n0t right. 

 FC: she needs guidance.

AT: and youve seen how far her "good intentions" got her 

AT: we all have AT: and yet youre still

 AT: somehow

 AT: thinking that if she just gets a nudge from someone, that she will 

AT: that everything will magically fall into place

FC: bef0rus is g0ne. 

 FC: her auth0rity is n0 l0nger.

AT: right

 AT: and somehow along with beforus disappearing so did all of the crimes that she has committed

 AT: over and over 

AT: all in the name of "good intentions"

FC: i can't fight with y0u ab0ut this.

 FC: we feel differently.

AT: so it would seem 

AT: and though you claim to not have made a choice 

AT: you clearly have 

AT: and so have i 

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AT: yo boss,

AT: you got a second or two?

GC: Oh.

GC: Sur3.

GC: C4n m4k3 t1m3.

GC: Wh4t's th3 conc3rn?

AT: a1n't so much of a concern as 1t 1s an 1nqu1ry,

AT: and 1t's not even much of a formal one,

GC: L1st3n1ng.

AT: just wonder1ng 1f you'd be up for some tra1n1ng? 1 could use a partner for 1t,

AT: 1t's not all that fun to do that sort of th1ng on your own,

AT: and who better to tra1n w1th than my boss? that way 1'd know just what to str1ve for, yeah?

GC: You c4n sp4r3 th3 fl4tt3ry.

GC: Suppos3 1t's b33n 4 wh1l3.

GC: 4nd th3 m4ch1n3s h4v3 som3wh4t l1m1t3d r4ng3 of funct1on.

GC: 1s 4nyon3 3ls3 w1th you?

GC: Som3 k1nd of 4ud13nc3 t4k1ng b3ts?

AT: why does everyone keep th1nk1ng 1'm flatter1ng them when 1'm just say1ng th1ngs l1ke 1t 1s, damn,

AT: 's1des who doesn't l1ke hear1ng n1ce facts about themselves somet1mes?

AT: anyway, there's nobody w1th me r1ght now,

AT: nor much of an aud1ence,

AT: unless you count the sparr1ng robots,

GC: Th3y'r3 not l1k3ly to t4k3 b3ts.

GC: 1'll b3 th3r3 1n 4 m1nut3.

AT: 1s th1s when 1 say that 1 bet ou won't be here 1n an actual m1nute?

GC: 1f you'd l1k3 to b3 wrong, y3s.

GC: You c4n do th4t.

GC: 4nd 1 could show up 1n 4 m1nut3 4nd on3.

GC: 1f 1 w4s f33l1ng p4rt1cul4rly ch33ky 4bout 1t.

GC: 1'm not.

AT: adm1ttedly 1'm not a huge fan of be1ng wrong, but someth1ng tells me 1 wouldn't be w1th th1s,

AT: espec1ally s1nce you're st1ll on here chatt1ng w1th me 1nstead of runn1ng,

GC: Cut3.

GC: Fly1ng.

GC: 4nd 1 c4n mult1t4sk.

AT: damn, 1sn't there anyth1ng that you can't do?

AT: well, be on t1me probably,

AT: but as1de from that,

REDGLARE -R3dgl4r3 1s 4lr34dy w4lk1ng through th3 doors to th3 gym.- You c4n f1n1sh th4t thought wh3n your b4ck's down on th3 m4tt. -Sh3 pulls h3r co4t off 4nd toss3s 1t 4s1d3, r3tr13v1ng 4 st4ff from h3r syll4d3x.-

SUMMONER: *Rhodri was hanging upside down by his legs from the gymnastic steady rings when Redglare came on in (with such flair too). He lets out a long whistle once he's "sat" himself back up, portable comm done away in his sylladex.* scaaaary, *Says it in a voice people often use when speaking to baby animals, smiling.* you do know how to make an entrance boss,

REDGLARE: Not 4 p4rt1cul4rly 4dv4nt4g3ous pos1t1on to 3ng4g3 4n 4tt4ck3r 1n.

SUMMONER: but would you always f1nd yourself 1n one? you never know when these ev1l nefar1ous types w1ll show up, *Slips himself out of the rings and flutters to the floor, rolling his shoulders.* can't always be on the ball, not as much as people would l1ke to 1'm sure,

GC: Not3d for th3 n3xt t1m3 1'm d1str4ct3d by f4un4 on 4 m1ss1on. W34pons or h4nd to h4nd?

AT: *Visibly perks with interest at her getting distracted by fauna, but could be she's still doing the sassy banter thing so maybe it's not genuine. He makes a note to ask later. Shrugs one shoulder, smiling crooked at her.* you seem to have dec1ded on that already, *Gestures to the staff.*

GC: M4yb3.

GC: Would b3 mor3 th4n w1ll1ng to 4d4pt.

GC: Unl3ss you'd l1k3 to pr4ct1c3 un4rm3d 4g41nst 4n 4tt4ck3r w1th 4 w34opn.

GC: 1mport4nt tr41n1ng, you know.

AT: *Considers this for a moment and chuckles.* well, can't exactly say no after you put 1t l1ke that, *Gets into a fighting stance.* let's go,

GC: -R3dgl4r3 st3ps forw4rd, g1v1ng h3r st4ff 4 tw1rl 4nd sw33p1ng 1t 4t h1s l3gs 4s soon 4s h3's 1n h1s st4nc3.-

AT: *He's pumped for this, so he's ready to do a lil jump over and away from the sweeping cane. He whistles with a smile.* sh1t, go1ng below the belt stra1ght out of the gate, *He's going to feint a punch to her shoulder and try to kick her in the side.*

GC: -Sh3 s33ms to pr3d1ct th3 f31nt-- h1s k1ck m4k1ng cont4ct only w1th th3 h4rd surf4c3 of h3r st4ff. Sh3 shov3s th3 blunt sh4ft forw4rd, 4tt3mpt1ng to sm4sh 1t 4g41nst h1s ch3st 4nd throw h1m b4ckw4rds.-

GC: Of cours3.

GC: Th4t's how you w1n.

GC: H1t th3m wh3r3 1t w1ll hurt.

GC: Not wh3r3 1t's f41r.

AT: *Appears to be more amused by the fact that his feint didn't work than anything, he hadn't really expected it to, but you can't fault a guy for hoping. The shaft approaches quickly, the bottom brushing against his chest when he matrix leans backwards to avoid it. Laughs.* that's the f1rst lesson 1n f1ght1ng, 1sn't 1t?

GC: S3cond, th1rd, 4nd l4st, too. -Sh3 follows up w1th 4noth3r sw1ng from th3 l3ft s1d3 th1s t1m3, s1mply 4ct1ng upon h3r 3x1st1ng mom3ntum.- 1t's 4bout tr41n1ng yours3lf to b3 4bl3 to 1d3nt1fy th3 w34kn3ss, 4nd m4k3 yours3lf w1ll1ng to pr3ss on 1t 4s h4rd 4s 1t t4k3s.

GC: You'r3 try1ng to f1nd on3 by m4k1ng m3 t4lk.

GC: M4yb3 1t'll m4k3 m3 los3 my br34th f4st3r.

AT: *He's gonna let the hit come, but try to either grab the cane itself at the last second before impact or just after, bracing himself for the hit so it won't hurt as much. He grins wide.* or maybe 1 just l1ke the sound of your vo1ce,

GC: Cons1d3r1ng your t4st3. -Sh3 f33ls h1s gr1p on h3r st4ff, j3rk1ng forw4rd 1n 4 h4rd shoudl3r ch3ck.- 1'm not too fl4tt3r3d.

AT: *To avoid getting hand burns from the forwards jerk, and to also hopefully get her off balance, he lets go once he sees her shoulders tense for the forwards thrust. Should he succeed then he'll go for a sucker punch to her gut.* ah, but a l1ttle flattered all the same,

GC: -Sh3 wh33z3s 4t th3 h1t, out of br34th long 3noguh th4t sh3 do3sn't h4v3 much of 4 r3tort, 1nst34d sw1ng1ng 4 h4rd 3lbow 4t th3 s1d3 of h1s f4c3.-

AT: *He's up too close to her to avoid the elbow properly, taking it hard to the cheek and sucking in air through his teeth. Since he's this close he'll try grabbing for her shoulders to pin her and knee her in the stomach.*

GC: -H1s kn33 up, 4nd th3 st4ff st1ll b3tw33n th3m, sh3 pr3ss3s b4ck h4rd-- just to k33p h1m out of r34ch, so th4t th3 kn33 c4n't h1t too h4rd.- Not. Qu1t3. -Sh3 tw1sts, l1nk1ng 4n 4nkl3 4round h1s oth3r l3g to tr1p h1m up. H3's toph34vy, sh3 r34sons; 1f 4nyth1ng m1ght s3nd h1m to th3 ground, 1t would b3 4 m4n3ouv3r l1k3 th4t.-

AT: *The reasoning is sound, because he does in fact topple over with a loud swear. His back on the floor, palms on his sides to ease the fall and quickly get back up to his feet to retaliate.*

GC: -Sh3 p4nts 4 l1ttl3, c4tch1ng h3r br43th for 4 mom3nt or two, 4nd t4k1ng 4 st3p b4ck.- You c4n g3t 4 w34pon. 1'd h4t3 to br34k som3th1ng.

AT: *Once he's on his feet again his wings bristle, grinning crookedly after taking a few big pants of air.* as 1f you'd be able to, don't get cocky just because you got me down once, *Gets back into his stance and goes for another punch to her shoulder.*

GC: -Sh3 t4k3s 4 st3p b4ck, study1ng h1s mov3m3nts 4s h3 r1s3s. 4noth3r jump b4ck, w1ngs fl1tt1ng, 4s h3 throws th3 h1t, grow1ng 4 b1t mor3 d3f3ns1v3 but not 41m1ng to r3t4l14t3 just y3t.- Wouldn't c4lll 1t cock1n3ss.

GC: Go1ng down onc3 1s 4lr34dy 4 d34th s3nt3nc3. But l3t's just 41m for g3tt1ng th1s st1ck out of my h4nds.

AT: oh 1t 1s? that's funny, see1ng as 1 happen to be al1ve st1ll, *Crooked grin, glancing over to her wings. He kicks off the ground to lunge at her, wings unfurling and flapping to propel him faster, readying a kick to the wrist of the hand holding the stick.*

GC: 1'm m3rc1ful. 4nd shortst4ff3d. -Sh3 grunts. Not t4k1ng th3 k1ck to th3 wr1st, but 4g41nst th3 st4ff-- 1t push3s h3r b4ck 4nd h3r muscl3s go st1ff, but sh3's st1ll got 1t 1n h3r gr1p, 4t l34st.-

AT: *He snorts, amused. The kick didn't hit where he wanted, but still it hit something. When it makes impact his other leg raises up to follow through the motion of the one before, going to (hopefully) give her wrist a kick this time while his first leg is being put back towards the ground.*

GC: -Sh3 grunts 4t th3 1mp4ct, st4ff fl1pp1ng out of h3r h4nd 4nd cl4tt3r1ng 4g41nst th3 ground.-

AT: *Grins wide in triumph once both his feet are back on the ground.* so what's the next step boss? now that you're no longer qu1te so armed,

GC: N3xt st3p would b3 to br34k your kn33 4ft3r 4 mov3 l1k3 th4t.

GC: But 1t's your cho1c3. You'r3 th3 on3 who c4ll3d m3 h3r3.

GC: So.

GC: 1'm pr3sum1ng you st1ll w4nt to us3 your l3gs.

AT: *Tuts with a smile.* nobody l1kes a sore loser boss, though 1 do welcome you to try,

GC: Just t3ll1ng you r1ght now.

GC: Th4t would b3 th3 most sound m4n3uv3r.

GC: 1t's 4 jo1nt, you'r3 4lr34dy 3xt3nd3d, conv3n13ntly w1th1n 4rm's r34ch.

GC: -Sh3 scoops up th3 st4ff from th3 ground, stow1ng 1t 4w4y 4g41n.-

AT: *Shrugs.* no r1sk no reward r1ght? bes1des 1'd st1ll have one knee left,

GC: Who tr41n3d you?

AT: *She's so blunt. It's kinda funny. In a sense that you gotta be on your toes a lot about conversational topics anyhow.* tra1ned most of my stuff w1th the rebels, ruth mostly, but 1t was more bu1ld1ng on the bas1cs, *His stance changes to a more relaxed one now, scratching his cheek.* but who taught me sh1t to beg1n w1th would be from lus11 and an1mals, *Shrug.* some street gangs too,

GC: R34son4bl3 3nough. Or, 1 suppos3, som3th1ng 1 m1ght cons1d3r3d 3xp3ct3d, know1ng you.

GC: S33ms to work for you.

AT: 1t has done a f1ne job of keep1ng me al1ve so far anyways, *Laughs a little, rubbing his neck.* guess 1t m1ght be redundant to ask who teached you, unless you got some s1ck secret dragon techn1ques passed down from your lusus before jo1n1ng the leg1stlator bu1s1ness,

GC: 1 don't th1nk 1'v3 b33n p4rt1cul4rly subtl3 4bout my tr41n1ng, no.

GC: But sh3 t4ught m3 4 f3w th1ngs.

AT: *Eyebrows raise and his eyes glint with interest.* yeah? *GO ON.*

GC: -Sh3 folds h3r 4rms 4s though sh3 w3r3n't b31ng d3l1b3r4t3ly obtus3.- Y3s.

AT: *Grins and waves a hand at her like gO ON...* well don't leave the aud1ence hang1ng!

GC: D1dn't r34lly h4v3 to l34rn to us3 th3s3 w1ngs. 1t's l1k3 1t's 1n th3r3. 1nst1ncts. Dr4gons know 4 lot 4bout 4 lot of subj3cts.

GC: How to m4k3 your m1nd mor3 n1mbl3 th4n most p3opl3, k33p th3 oth3rs out.

GC: Wh4t sort of th1ngs h4v3 1nh3r3nt v4lu3 b3yond fl33t1ng soc13t4l structur3s.

AT: *Lets out a long whistle.* damn, just when 1 thought you couldn't get any cooler and here you go tell1ng me you got all these dragon memor1es stored up 1n there, that's, *He laughs, clearly very excited about this, his wings bristling.* that's fuck1ng crazy,

GC: Suppos3 so.

AT: *Puts his hands up in front of himself, grinning crooked.* mean1ng a GOOD crazy here, l1ke 1t's so cool and 1nterest1ng 1 can't comprehend 1t and thus qual1fy1ng 1t as "crazy", y'know,

AT: gett1ng my m1nd blown by th1s stuff,

GC: -Sh3 c4nts h3r should3rs 1n 4 l1ttl3 b1t of 4 shrug.- Y3s. Y3s, 1 g4th3r3d wh4t you m34nt.

GC: -Sh3 sh4k3s h3r h34d.- ...C4n't h3lp but b3 som3wh4t curt 4bout th3 subj3ct. Not your f4ult, th4t.

AT: nah, 1t's cool boss, f1gure there's a lot of vary1ng not so good memor1es t1ed to that stuff and all, of wh1ch 1'm not gonna pry by the by, but just l1ke, *He's rambling. Fuck. He just loves dragons so much.* 1t's cool, that you share the stuff that you do,

AT: s1nce 1 k1nda have a th1ng for dragons and all, always wanted to try commun1ng w1th one,

GC: H3h.

GC: Suppos3 th3r3 m1ght b3 4n opportun1ty.

AT: *More perkage.* ser1ously? you're not pull1ng my leg here? because 1t certa1nly feels l1ke 1t,

GC: No. But 1t's 4lso not my pl4c3 to t3ll you 4ny mor3 th4n th4t.

GC: Sorry.

AT: *He's so fired up about this, his wings are fluttering behind him at this point.* you do real1ze 1'm l1terally go1ng to hassle you about th1s from th1s po1nt on unt1l you sp1ll the beans, r1ght? 1'm 1ncred1bly pers1stent, or so 1've been told,

GC: B3 th4t 4s 1t m4y.

GC: St1ll h4rdly my pl4c3.

GC: Not my b34ns to sp1ll.

AT: then whose beans do 1 have to fur1ously shake unt1l they go fly1ng everywhere?

GC: Hm.

GC: Sounds d1srupt1v3.

AT: *Winks.* just a tad,

AT: noth1ng that would make anyone get the1r underwear 1n a tw1st though,

GC: T4lk to T3r3z1 Pyrop3 1f you r34lly must.

AT: *His whole face is full of mischief, a crooked grin with fangs showing on his face.* oh, 1 really do must,

GC: B3 4w4r3 of th3 f4ct th4t 1 h4v3 full 4uthor1ty to 3nforc3 pun1t1v3 m34sur3s for h4r4ss1ng 4 cr3wm3mb3r.

AT: *The grin broadens.* you better be-leaf 1 am all k1nds of aware of your pun1t1ve measures, *Get it... PUN-itive...*

GC: >:1

AT: *Snickers like a dork.*

GC: 1 4lr34dy r3gr3t th1s.

AT: are you say1n' you can't handle th1s anemonemore?

GC: Th3r3 1s no m4r1n3 l1f3 4nywh3r3 n34r us r1ght now.

AT: water you say1ng? *He's so amused, moving over to wrap one arm around her shoulders and making one great big fanning motion with his free hand.* anyth1ng 1s paws1ble w1th your 1mag1nat1on,

GC: ...N1tr4m.

AT: *Stands there posing with his arm out still, then leans to whisper in her ear.* (are you feel1ng 1t boss? the 1mag1nat1on runn1ng w1ld?) *Internal wheezelaughter that shows externally by twitching of his upper lip.*

GC: 1 4m try1ng v3ry h4rd to not f33l wh4t3v3r 1t 1s you 4r3 do1ng.

GC: 1t's t4k1ng 4 good d34l of conc3ntr4t1on, 1 4ssur3 you.

AT: *Big grins.* try1ng you say, so that means you must feel 1t a l1ttle b1t, don't f1ght 1t boss, you gotta let that stuff run w1ld,

GC: 1 r34lly don't.

GC: Pr3tty sur3 1'v3 got th3 luxury to w4lk t4m3ly 1nst34d.

AT: now where's the fun 1n that? at least walk w1ldly, 1'm sure you can do a real good w1ld walk 1f you put your m1nd to 1t,

GC: Not sur3 wh4t th4t'd const1tut3.

GC: Lot of fl41l1ng, m4yb3.

AT: 1f that 1s what your sp1r1t tells you to do, then yes, *Gentle squeeze to her shoulder in encouragement. Unleash your wild self.*

GC: >:1

GC: M4yb3 4noth3r t1m3.

GC: My sp1r1t's b33n qu13t l4t3ly.

AT: noth1ng wrong w1th that boss, you have your own style, but 1f you ever wanna try the 1mag1nat1ve w1ld walk then h1t me up,

AT: 'least 1 could do to pay you back for th1s sparr1ng sess1on yeah?

GC: 1'll k33p th4t 1n m1nd.

AT: please do,

AT: would be rad to have a fly1ng partner, *Chuckles and lets go of her finally.* don't really have a lot of those,

GC: M3 n31th3r.

AT: *Raises a brow with a smile.* yeah? sounds l1ke an 1deal matchup then, you don't have one, 1 don't have one, we can not have one together,

GC: F1n3 by m3, th3n. Good you'v3 b33n k33p1ng busy.

AT: *His wings flutter a little, glad for more social hangouts. Those are good distractions.* sweet, 1'll h1t you up then, or you do me, wh1chever,

AT: and 1 certa1nly do try my best, keep1ng myself out of susp1cous act1v1ty and all, *Says it very much like a person who is absolutely involved in suspicious activity.*

GC: -Sh3 g1v3s 4 nod.- B3tt3r.

GC: 4ny 3v3nt.

GC: M4yb3 soon3r th4n l4t3r. Th1s pl4n3t's got d3c3nt 3nough w1nd. Won't b3 4 p41n to fly 1n.

AT: *Big grin.* def1n1tely, 1'd l1ke that, hell 1 even got some good spots to show you, done a l1ttle b1t of explor1ng and sh1t already,

AT: have you ever flown 1n a flock of b1rds? 1t's a blast,

GC: Th3y t3nd to 4vo1d m3.

GC: Too m4ny sh4rp 3dg3s.

AT: *Strokes his chin and gives her a lookover.* hm, *Shrugs.* sorry boss, 1 don't see any sharp edges, you're too n1ce to have any, }:)

AT: *He's calling you soft.*

GC: Wr1t1ng you 4n ord3r to go to m3d1c4l.

GC: H4v3 th3m look 4t your 3y3s.

GC: Just 1n c4s3.

AT: the only th1ng they would f1nd out 1s that my eyes are sharp as fuck, able to look r1ght through people to see the1r 1nternal lack of sharpness, *Snicker.*

GC: M-hm.

GC: 1 b3l13v3 1'll go d1sm1ss mys3lf now, sh1pm4n.

AT: *Nods.* a1ght, then 1'll see you later boss,

AT: thanks aga1n for tak1ng me up on th1s sparr1ng th1ng and all,

GC: 1t's no probl3m.

GC: 1t w4s.

GC: 3nv1gor4t1ng.

AT: *Tilts head.* yeah? then maybe 1'll start ask1ng 1t more of you,

GC: Wouldn't n3c3ss4r1ly b3 oppos3d.

GC: F1nd yours3lf w1th 4 lot of fr33 t1m3 l4t3ly?

AT: *Rubs at his neck.* sort of, at least 1'm pr1or1t1z1ng th1s k1nd of th1ng more,

GC: ...Som3th1ng ch4ng3d?

AT: *Looks at her, then off to the side. Shrugs a shoulder.* you could say that,

AT: 1t's no b1g deal though,

GC: Hm.

GC: 1f you s4y so.

GC: Not my bus1n3ss to f1nd out, so long 4s 1t do3sn't 1nt3rf3r3 w1th your work.

GC: 1m4g1n3 1t's som3th1ng p3rson4l, though.

AT: 1 do say so, *Gives her a smile again when he looks back.* 1t's noth1ng that w1ll get 1n the way of work, no, so don't worry about 1t,

AT: somet1mes you just gotta red1scover yourself, or work on f1nd1ng 1t aga1n, change your pr1or1tes,

AT: all that,

GC: Y3s.

GC: 1 und3rst4nd.

GC: Must'v3 h4d four or f1v3 r3v3l4t1ons l1k3 th4t 1n my l1f3t1m3.

GC: Got pr3tty s1ck of th3m, to b3 hon3st.

AT: *Laughs a little.* that so huh? only th1nk 1've had two so far, so guess 1've got some catch1ng up to do,

AT: can see how 1t would be s1cken1ng though, but 1 hope you've found a you that you're content w1th for now,

GC: For now.

GC: Hop3 you c4n f1gur3 1t out, too.

GC: Hop3 th3 un1v3rs3 do3sn't throw you too m4ny curv3s.

AT: maybe, but un1verse wouldn't be very 1nterest1ng 1f 1t d1dn't,

AT: but sh1t, you were leav1ng r1ght?

AT: here 1'm all keep1ng you when you probably have 1mportant boss th1ngs to do,

GC: Y3s.

GC: You'r3 r1ght.

GC: Cont4ct m3 wh3n you w4nt to do th1s 4g41n.

AT: w1ll do boss, *Fingergun.* you stay out of trouble too,

GC: -Sh3 nods, 4nd SH3 1S GON3-

[arcadiantroubadour]

SUMMONER: =Spending so much time on a ship almost made him forget just how beautiful the actual night sky was. The millions of stars up above, and not just flickering synthetic light. Fresh air in his lungs and under his wings, running and flying free without feeling all these burdens catching up to him. Still, sitting here on a cliff overlooking the ocean he couldn't help but to feel a tightness in his chest. It was hard looking at the stars now, knowing that one of them had been snuffed out so easily by a corrupt and fucked up empire.=

 SUMMONER: =He wondered which star would be the next, arms tight around his knees and wings halfway sprawled and unfurled behind him. And if there wasn't another that would be destroyed, could there be new ones? For all the people that's gone. It's a comforting thought at least, so he will stick to it. Down below by the rocks there was a sleeping group of seals, and though the company of animals were of more comfort to him than other trolls often were he didn't feel like waking them. Instead just sitting there and looking at the stars, listening to the waves crashing against the shore.=

HIGHBLOOD: =When the ship lands Typhon tends to spend most of his time on the planet. Wandering around whatever marbel they so happen to have docked on, making his way around the area with and without Gallen. It was something to do, the kid's gotta explore and learn but he also needed time to himself. Only coming back to the ship to drop off or retrieve him or things that he might personally need. At the beach Typhon finds the most comfort however. It's not like home, the sand is colder same as the water. There aren't two moons in the sky, but it was as close as he would get. Daring to get nostalgic while he crushed the sand beneath his bare feet=

 HIGHBLOOD: =Humming to himself and watching the dark expanse of the sea disappear and blend into the sky. However another figure catches his eye and he approaches it, doing so with an edge of casualness seeing how it was Rhodri= ain't it well past your bedtimes flutterbug?

SUMMONER: =Had he not already known that Typhon happened to have the same wanderlust as him he might've been a tad surprised to hear his approach. Or be informed of it anyway. There's plenty of bugs still awake, buzzing and whispering in his head about small little things that only they knew of. He doesn't stir from his spot nor position, chin leaning atop his knees.= SUMMONER: probably, SUMMONER: but all the 1nterest1ng th1ngs happen past 1t, 1've come to f1nd, SUMMONER: =Glances backwards, though he doesn't otherwise move.= even1ng sw1m?

HIGHBLOOD: was thinkin' on it =Looks out to the water again= 

HIGHBLOOD: you lookin to get your feet wet?

SUMMONER: mh, 

SUMMONER: 1 wasn't plann1ng on 1t,

 SUMMONER: but so long as 1t's just the feet 1 guess 1'd be up for 1t, =Keeps sitting there regardless.=

HIGHBLOOD: we both know it ain't gonna be just the feet =Takes off his vest and pants to hang them gently on Rhodri's horns=

 HIGHBLOOD: come sit your ass in water and chat me up on your mind wanderins

SUMMONER: can't blame a guy for hop1ng, =Snorts, then stands up to shake his head, the clothes dropping to the ground.= 

 SUMMONER: =Stretches with a sigh, but he smiles regardless. A small one anyway.= who sa1d anyth1ng about m1nd wander1ngs? clearly 1'm just t1red s1nce 1'm up past my bedt1me and everyth1ng,

 SUMMONER: =Rolls up his pants to his ankles, because he's not gonna sit. 

HIGHBLOOD: its on your canvas, not too often you get the face like you thinkin' sos i tend to notice the expression in moments of this rareness =Walks on down to the shore with a smile and steps into the water, it's cold and it's the cold that seeps into his bones but he appreciates the chill. Relaxing himself into it  and wades on in. Having to go further out because he was so tall but the moment he could Typhon just lays on his back and floats=

SUMMONER: or maybe 1'm just const1pated, =Laughs a little, fluttering on after Typhon and walks out in the water enough to reach partway up his ankles. There he just wanders back and forth along the shore, goosebumps on his skin from the cold.=

 SUMMONER: =Reaches into the water trying to find flat rocks so he can skip stone with them.= 1t's funny, 

SUMMONER: how you seem to l1ke the water so much 1 mean, yet 1 don't th1nk 1've seen you hang out 1n the sh1p pool all that much, =Tosses a stone across the water, it skipping a good few times before sinking.=

HIGHBLOOD: =Snorts a laugh and stares up at the sky= it's not my kinda hang

 HIGHBLOOD: reasons that be obvious i like my space, never was fond of indoor waterspots

SUMMONER: few places that would be your k1nd of hang then, see1ng as you requ1re a lot of space, 

SUMMONER: =Keeps picking up rocks and flinging them across the water, but also pocketing a few neat looking shells and rocks.= SUMMONER: d1d you l1ve near the ocean? when you were a wr1ggler 1 mean,

HIGHBLOOD: =Hums in the affirmative, spreading his arms out= had my hive nestled up on a beach HIGHBLOOD: waves been all in my young days

SUMMONER: yeah? =Pauses with his lil treasure hunt trying to imagine a tiny Typhon, though it's hard not to mention surreal. He snorts a little, looking down at the smooth rock in his hand and sliding a hand over it. There's an extended pause before he speaks up again, quiet.= don't you ever m1ss 1t?

HIGHBLOOD: =Tiny Typhon was definitely a thing, though even he has trouble remembering the struggle of trying to get things from higher places. Rhodri's question isn't one he has to think long about= hell yeah i do 

HIGHBLOOD: hard not to miss where you from

SUMMONER: =He pockets the rock quietly. Suppose it was normal to do so, even if those "froms" were generally shitty. At least in his experience. He wants to say that at least Typhon can go back, but he doesn't feel like being snippy right now. Wasn't his fault what happened.= SUMMONER: d1dn't have the ocean near me most of the t1me,

 SUMMONER: the fa1rybulls tended to d1g more grassy f1elds and sh1t,

HIGHBLOOD: moved around then huh?  =He's not so surprised at least not for Rhodri's case=

SUMMONER: yep, =Picks up a lil sleepy hermit crab and lets it wander over his palm.= l1ved w1th a herd, rather than just one lusus, 

SUMMONER: 1 guess the alpha was sort of my lusus 1f anyth1ng, but to be fa1r 1 k1nda came and went l1ke 1 wanted a lot of the t1me,

 SUMMONER: =He's had a lot of lusii, in a sense. At least a lot of animal friends that taught him things. He takes a sharp breath, shrugging.= then 1 left,

HIGHBLOOD: =Even if he's floating he gives Rhodri his attention. Not just because he's curious but because he clearly has something he wants to get off his chest= mm? why's that?

SUMMONER: =Gestures backwards at his wings.= 

SUMMONER: that, 

SUMMONER: they were com1ng out,

 SUMMONER: =Gently places the hermit crab back in the water.=

 SUMMONER: d1dn't see myself w1th an except1onally long l1fe span had 1 stayed,

HIGHBLOOD: prolly wouldn't have gotten this far, least without no aid =Sad but true=

 HIGHBLOOD: least you was able to get out before such trouble came knockin

SUMMONER: yeah, 

 SUMMONER: 1've been pretty lucky, =Though he doesn't see how he's been deserving of said luck. He unfurls his wings, fluttering above the surface of the water, then takes a seat on Typhon's torso while the big floats on his back. Crosses his legs.= 

SUMMONER: anyway check 1t, =Takes out one of the rocks he found and holds it up in front of Typhon's face. It's less of a rock and more a shard of green glass that has been smoothed down by the waves, no longer sharp and no longer see through.=

HIGHBLOOD: =Glances to Rhodri as he takes a seat on him, lifting his head a little to look at the glass= 

 HIGHBLOOD: damn =he would reach up to grab it but that would sink him a little so he only admires the color and smoothness of the glass then lowers his head back=  worn down and prettied by time trials and grit

SUMMONER: =Grins lopsidedly, poking Typhon between his pecs.= sounds l1ke you,

 SUMMONER: you can have 1t then, when you have pants back on w1th pockets to carry 1t 1n, 

 SUMMONER: =The smile continues for a bit, then it slowly fades as he raises his hand to just look at the glass quietly.=

HIGHBLOOD: =Snorts and looks back up to the sky, oh the flattery. If it weren't for his makeup his grin would be dimpled. Still he catches Rhodri's quietness and reaches up a hand to press him down. Wouldn't be the first time someone's laid on him while he drifted= 

HIGHBLOOD: pan still heavy?

SUMMONER: =Typhon doesn't have to press very hard, as Rhodri is currently very willing to just lie on him. He does this, one arm over Typhon's chest to cushion his cheek, closing his eyes to listen to the waves and the breathing underneath him.= 

SUMMONER: =Shrugs one shoulder faintly, letting his free hand dip into the water.= been l1ke 1t for a wh1le, 

SUMMONER: but not as much now, 1 th1nk,

HIGHBLOOD: =With him laying there Typhon puts his arm back into the water and goes back to watching the sky= i dont doubt it 

HIGHBLOOD: you bein the type of motherfucker which clench him cheeks hard on what ails him expressin naught what causes that internal discord

 HIGHBLOOD: still your relief is better than it's consistancy

SUMMONER: =Lets out a small laugh, though it doesn't have much humor to it.= that obv1ous huh?

 SUMMONER: so much for try1ng the d1screet route,

HIGHBLOOD: for someone that knows somethin on you yeah it's obvious

SUMMONER: damn, 

SUMMONER: better start stepp1ng up my game then,

HIGHBLOOD: =splashes him and snorts= what game? sure as hell ain't the game of segues

SUMMONER: =Is splashed and pinches his cheek in revenge.= dude, 1 don't know what you're talk1ng about, 

SUMMONER: my segue game 1s on po1nt, 

 SUMMONER: 1f 1 d1dn't already have a t1tle 1t would'a been the seguener,

HIGHBLOOD: =sticks out that long tongue to lick his hand then retracts it=

 HIGHBLOOD: don't make me roll my ass over

SUMMONER: =His hand was already cold from the water so it's not AS GROSS, but it's still pretty gross. Just gonna... Run this slobbery hand through Ty's hair to clean it off.= 

SUMMONER: we both know you are gonna do that sooner or later anyway,

HIGHBLOOD: yeah but you'd be puttin it off =puts one arm around Rhodri, threateningly=

SUMMONER: =Raises a brow with a smile.= by how determ1ned you are 1 th1nk you just want an excuse to see me w1th a wet t-sh1rt honestly,

HIGHBLOOD: i seen you in worse and better ;o)

SUMMONER: =Scoots up a little so he's more aligned with his face, smiling down at him.= and what m1ght those be? 

 SUMMONER: tell me yours and 1'll tell you m1ne,

HIGHBLOOD: =Rhodri is very clearly trying to get off topic. Typhon just snorts and closes his eyes= nah might ruin the peace of the moment

SUMMONER: =Keeps looking at him even after he closes his eyes, his smile pulling back, but not disappearing.= 

SUMMONER: you're r1ght, 

SUMMONER: =Leans to kiss his forehead.= 1t would,

HIGHBLOOD: =returns that smile and hums, lifts an eyebrow= 

HIGHBLOOD: you holdin onto that glass?

SUMMONER: 1 am, =Puts his forehead against his, feeling pretty sure as to what to expect from the question. He's ready to hold his breath at the drop of a hat.=

HIGHBLOOD: =he guessed it, Typhon rolls over and dives down. Kicking himself through the water and keeping a hold on Rhodri. Once he gets closer to the shore he starts walking and emerges to sit on the sand= told you it can't never be just the feet

SUMMONER: =Guessing right for one! Fancy that. Typhon could be unpredictable sometimes, but maybe he's getting used to it? He holds his breath, eyes shut and brows furrowing from the uncomfortable sensation of having his wings submerged in water. He holds onto Typhon the best he can, even if it might not be needed at all. When they emerge he just laughs, moving a hand to flick water out of his face and hair.= so you d1d, 

SUMMONER: you sure showed me, how w1ll 1 ever recover from th1s?

HIGHBLOOD: nah you sposed to enjoy it =water feels nice rhodri cmon. Either way he sits and finally releases him=

SUMMONER: =He might be released, but he's still gonna sit here on him. He snorts.= you're not the one that has to deal w1th heavyass w1ngs after these d1ps, 

SUMMONER: sh1t we1ghs you down l1ke all hell, lemme tell you, 

SUMMONER: =Gently boops him with a finger on a pectoral.= l1ke 1 got three of you hang1ng from my back at once,

HIGHBLOOD: =grins= just three? that ain't nothin

SUMMONER: =Snorts.= oh yeah, my m1stake, forgot you merely we1gh as much as a feather, =Pinches his sides.= 

 SUMMONER: a del1cate l1ttle sunflower,

HIGHBLOOD: =why you gotta pinch his squishy bits?= ain't so lil and delicate but light as a motherfucker

SUMMONER: =Because his squishy bits are exactly that: squishy. They are good bits. He laughs again.= l1ght 1n sp1r1t maybe,

 SUMMONER: l1ke a leaf on the w1nd some m1ght say,

 SUMMONER: =Small gentle pinches.= (st1ll th1nk you're del1cate though,) 

SUMMONER: (could just take a b1te out of you,) };)

HIGHBLOOD: you sure i ain't too tough to take a bite out of? =taps Rhodri's chin= lil teeth might have a hard time

SUMMONER: =Tilts head down to nip at those tapping fingers.= doubt 1t,

 SUMMONER: 1've taken b1tes outta tougher th1ngs than your jov1al ass,

HIGHBLOOD: but not my ass :o)

SUMMONER: =Gonna keep nipping those fingers if he's keeping them there, only pausing to look up with a raised brow.= do you want me to b1te your ass?

 SUMMONER: 1n a l1teral sense here,

HIGHBLOOD: wouldn't be the worst =honestly tho. Hes done  some things=

SUMMONER: =Snickers.= k1nky, 

SUMMONER: =Quits nipping to kiss the fingers instead.= but,

 SUMMONER: as sad as 1t 1s,

 SUMMONER: don't really feel l1ke tak1ng a b1g b1te out of your asscheek r1ght now,

HIGHBLOOD: aint that a shame =only he's fine with it and runs his fingers over Rhodri's lips, humming and tracing his thumb over the brownblood's jaw=

SUMMONER: maybe we w1ll get to explore your b1t1ng k1nk some other t1me, =Humorous snort, then grows silent again from Typhon's tracing. He leans into it, and slowly puts a hand atop his.=

 SUMMONER: =He's a moron. He really is. He shouldn't bare shit like this on him, on anyone, but the gentle touches makes him want to. It's safe here he figures, under the many eyes in the sky.= 

SUMMONER: hey ty, =He speaks finally, low, and not looking at him.= 

SUMMONER: you know that 1 care about you, r1ght?

HIGHBLOOD: =inclines head as Rhodri speaks, still tracing with his thumb and gives a little shrug= i get the subtle hints you waft up in the air

SUMMONER: hah, 

SUMMONER: =Squeezes his hand a little bit, then just goes back to having it on his.= 

 SUMMONER: a1ght, 

SUMMONER: that's good, 

SUMMONER: so long as you know, 

SUMMONER: =Fuck. He feels like crying. He's not going to though, not fucking way. Instead he takes a shaky inhale of breath and sighs softly.= 

SUMMONER: then 1t's ok, 

 SUMMONER: =At least he knew. At least Typhon knew, and Rhodri now knowing that he does. There's been too many people. Too many people he's lost that he never knew if did, or that he never got to say it well enough to. He's tired of that feeling. One that weighs on him every waking hour. Regretting all the things he never said, and all the things he could have done to at least try and stop all this shit from happening. But now someone knows at least. That they are cared for, and should an end come, at least that might serve some comfort.=

HIGHBLOOD: =Finally looks down at Rhodri, apparently this weighed heavier on Rhodri than he thought. Tilts Rhodri's head up and kisses his forehead=

 HIGHBLOOD: might as well let off your ails rho, it's eatin you

SUMMONER: =He doesn't want to look at him when his head gets tilted upwards, eyes downcast with creased brows. The kiss to his forehead like someone shattering glass inside him, and that urge to cry grew stronger. But he's stubborn to the end, swallowing it down with a laugh and a dumb shrug.=

 SUMMONER: 1'm just, 

SUMMONER: 1'm t1red, 

SUMMONER: 1t's cool,

HIGHBLOOD: :o/ =grabs both sides of Rhodri's face and makes him look up=

SUMMONER: =He REALLY doesn't want to, but there's not much that can be done to fight it without him probably breaking his neck. His face might be facing him, but his eyes are defiantly looking off to the side.= 

SUMMONER: =He sets his jaw, breathing in.= 

SUMMONER: you're not supposed to see me l1ke th1s, 

SUMMONER: ,,, =His eyes move downward.= 

SUMMONER: 1 don't want to fuck th1s up,

HIGHBLOOD: >:o/ rho shut up 

HIGHBLOOD: the fuck i up and told you some moons ago about bein honest on yourself 

HIGHBLOOD: =pats, or smacks his cheek a little= you not fuckin' anything up aside from yourself

SUMMONER: =Breathes out hard, his throat feeling raw.= be1ng honest w1th myself 1s know1ng 1 don't want to fuck sh1t up, and how 1'm do1ng that 1s not,

 SUMMONER: be1ng enough, 

 SUMMONER: =The pat/smack makes him hiss, but not at Typhon.= "mYSELF" CAN FUCK R1GHT OFF, 1 DON'T NEED THAT WEAK SH1T,

 SUMMONER: 1 qu1t hav1ng that weak sh1t, prom1sed myself 1 never aga1n would -- =He trails off with a choked sob, trying to force his face back down to wipe his eyes with the back of his hand.=

HIGHBLOOD: =Sneers and grabs his hand when he tries to wipe his eyes, pulling his wrist away= weak shit like takin care of your self.

SUMMONER: =Okay, so now the hiss is directed at Typhon while he tries to get his wrist free.= weak sh1t l1ke be1ng a self absorbed asshole brood1ng and fester1ng about my own 1ns1gn1f1cant sh1t wh1le l1teral thousands of other people have 1t much worse than me! that's the k1nd of weak goddamn bullsh1t 1 don't want-- that 1 don't want to BE, 

 SUMMONER: 1 should be stronger by now, 1 got to be, but 1'm NOT and then what, 

SUMMONER wHAT GOOD EVEN AM 1? =He keeps his head ducked, tears coming out hot and angry. He's so angry over his own weakness, for falling apart in front of the one person he had now, that he really shouldn't be risking showing this shit to.=

HIGHBLOOD: that's some dumbass logic rho =Still holding his wrist, staring straight at him even if he won't return the gaze=

SUMMONER: =It's hard to say if it was a brief laugh or just a quick shaking breath, arm going limp as those infuriating tears keep happening.= 1t's the only one 1've got, 

SUMMONER: the one that, 

 SUMMONER: fuck1ng, 

SUMMONER: =He wants to tuck in on himself, either that or ollie the fuck out. His wings twitching, but they were still wet, and thus just as useless as the rest of him.= 

SUMMONER: (1t was what kept me from qu1tt1ng,)

SUMMONER: (everyth1ng,)

HIGHBLOOD: gettin a new view ain't impossible rho =pulls him close and stops manhandling him a little=

SUMMONER: =But it sure as fuck felt like it. He'd been putting up this facade for so long that it no longer felt like one, not entirely. The fake it until you make it mentality sticking to him hard. After Rajani had found him hurting himself she'd been so scared, and that's when he'd decided to start wearing all his "flaws" as medals. Be proud of who he was, so that nobody could hurt him. Be  strong for everyone else, so that nobody would ever feel as shitty as him. To have to go through the same stuff or feel as bad. To be some kind of level headed fun guy that always was there to make everyone else feel better.=

 SUMMONER: =Oh, but it tore him down. Never able to speak fully about his own emotions or experiences, adding negativity to a ever filling cup until it exploded. Just as it did now. He can only cry, raw and angry, against Typhon. Both hating it and finding relief in it at once, a feeling that made him only want to cry more. He tucks his face away in him, letting hot tears against him in silent streams.=

HIGHBLOOD: =He held onto Rhodri and let him get all of this out. All this weight that he's been holding onto all these sweeps. Things that he hadn't known but he appreciates Rhodri trusting him with this. Or maybe Typhon just so happened to be the person that picked a little and just enough at the right moment but either way he's getting it out= 

HIGHBLOOD: =Either way he hunches over the brownblood, arms wrapped around him while wet hair did a poor job of curtaining him=

SUMMONER: =Frankly Typhon was one of the very few people that actually did pick at him, and that only made him even more scared of losing him. Of losing the person that was able to see past what was an act and what wasn't. He tries steadying his breath, but he's struggling. Instead bringing his arms around Typhon the best he could, just holding on and hoping that he wouldn't disappear.=

HIGHBLOOD: =Now was what was important, but that was Typhon's way of seeing things, the way he's always tried to see them and so he would be here for Rhodri as he needed him. Rubbing his back and looking out to the water while the other struggled to regain his calm= this is all shit you don't gotta carry on your own rho

SUMMONER: =There's so much gross crying, and it's draining him of the fight that was usually always in him. Even if he is angry with himself for being like this, it's a fire not as bright now. He just feels so tired. So tired and stupid, and grateful for Typhon most of all. When he speaks there are no more tears, but his throat and voice is raw, partially muffled against the larger troll.= don't gotta, =Swallows hard, a hopeless laugh.= but 1 should, 

SUMMONER: be able to do 1t, 

SUMMONER: so 1'm not-- keep do1ng th1s to you,

HIGHBLOOD: don't make me dunk your soggy ass back in the ocean rho

SUMMONER: =Smiles crookedly against him.= m1ght have to, =Moves his hands to gently tug on some of Typhon's wet bangs to bring his face downward to him.= but let me k1ss you f1rst,

HIGHBLOOD: =is tugged and he does nothing to fight the pull. Looking down at Rhodri's face= you don't tell me what you oughta not do at me, i tell you if i don't want it. take your support flutterbug don't be ungrateful :o/ =pinches his cheek=

SUMMONER: =There's that big stupid face, finally looking at it with sore teary eyes. He's feeling a bit more calm after crying, and so he can smile again, even as he's pinched.= 

SUMMONER: 1'm not ungrateful ty, =Just undeserving.= 

SUMMONER: 1t really means so much to me, even 1f 1'm too fuck1ng th1ck to get that 1t does-- that 1t helps, and that 1 need 1t, 

SUMMONER: =Moves his hands from the hair to cup the highblood's face.= you mean so much to me,

HIGHBLOOD: =watches him carefully add he speaks, still Typhon worries on his perception of self worth but he huffs out his nose and leans into the hand= then cut yourself some motherfuckin ease

SUMMONER: =Leans up to kiss his lips carefully, so gentle that their lips barely touched in the first place. A brush of lips, and he smiles.= 1'll try,

 SUMMONER: 1, hah, 1 can't prom1se that 1'll change 1mmed1ately, 

SUMMONER: or that 1 w1ll, 

SUMMONER: but 1 w1ll try my hardest to, =Kisses him again, on his cheek this time, then his forehead.=

HIGHBLOOD: =feels the brush of their lips but remains firm= if you had promised me immediate change i would throw you into that brine =mutters but kisses him back= tryin is well enough

SUMMONER: =Nooo don't be so firm. Focus on the kisses, yes. He lets out a little laugh against his skin.= then what a good th1ng 1 spec1f1ed, 

SUMMONER: =Strokes his cheeks with his thumbs now, slowly and gently kissing his lips again, but with more pressure this time.=

HIGHBLOOD: =fine..  he's not done with this but presses his lips back against Rhodri's. Arms tightening around his middle and holding him closer=

SUMMONER: =He's raw with emotion, feeling tired from it all. Maybe the kisses is his way of escaping the issue, or maybe he just wants to kiss this person that means so much to him. His arms loop around his neck, letting the kiss deepen while he does his best not to chirr or purr, even if a few broken noises make it out despite the fact.=

HIGHBLOOD: =This mess of a troll who so needed someone to look after him. Typhon watches Rhodri through the kiss, indigo eyes watching what focused parts of Rhodri's face that he could see then leaning down to kiss him harder. Teeth nipping at the warmblood's bottom lip, growling shortly just in his chest=

SUMMONER: =The harder kiss is good. He welcomes both that and the growl, arms tightening around Typhon and parting his lips for him. A tongue over the seam of his lips while he presses flush against him, wings still wet and heavy but still twitching.=

HIGHBLOOD: =his tongue tangles with Rhodri's then slides into his mouth. The cool muscle exploring the familiar territory of Rhodri's mouth. The roof, over the tops of his teeth and fangs. His claws tipping warm skin then slowly dragging over his sides. What did he think he wasn't so worth anyway? It irritates him knowing that Rhodri sees himself in such a poor light, that he tries so hard for a facade that does nothing but hurt him=

SUMMONER: =His own tongue slides back against the cooler one, pressing against it while it explores his mouth. Lightly putting pressure against it with the tips of his fangs. Rhodri moves his hands to place them behind Typhon's ears, gently rubbing behind them and pinching a little bit just to annoy him. He cares so much for this troll, to the degree that it had cost him someone else, but at least he'd been honest with himself then and maybe he should keep being that. Honest with who he was, but he didn't even know where the facade ended and he began anymore.=

HIGHBLOOD: =Just for a moment the growl turns into a purr then back to a growl. The hands on Rhodri's sides pulling him that much closer, nails digging into his flesh=

SUMMONER: =It makes him laugh into the kiss how the growl turns a purr and back again for such a brief moment. He's pulled as close as he can get, bodies pressing tight against one another. His wet clothes sticking against Typhon's bare skin. He goes back to rubbing behind his ears, but nails dig into his sides and make him stop. Instead pulling back from the kiss to nip his lip, a palm pressing against Typhon's cheek then pressing to smear some makeup away.=  

SUMMONER: (keep h1d1ng away that pretty mug, damn,)

HIGHBLOOD: =Opens his mouth and some of the growl escapes their pressed together lips. Typhon drew his tongue back to return the nip Rhodri paid him. Rhodri's hand sliding over the damn face paint, Typhon licks his own lip=

 HIGHBLOOD: (not hidin, just goin bout my normalcy) 

HIGHBLOOD: =But fine, he doesn't mind taking it off and pops out makeup wipes from his sylladex. Even though his paint is saltwater proof he carries these to take off and redo what might get messed up=

SUMMONER: =Keeps wiping at his face even as he's nipped, smiling crooked.= (and so your normalcy 1s h1d1ng 1t,) =Actually perks as he pops out the makeup wipes, eagerly taking one. He cups Typhon's cheek in one hand, and gets to work on wiping his face with the wipe with the other.=

 SUMMONER: wh1ch you shouldn't,

 SUMMONER: =Kisses the first little patch of exposed skin.= because you're cute as hell,

HIGHBLOOD: =Makes a face even though he fully expected the makeup to be removed, still he stares at Rhodri feeling irritated with him. At him, at his views that he wishes to change but it wasn't something for him to change that all had to be internal nad personally done= 

HIGHBLOOD: =As that first kiss is planted Typhon looks off to the side and pinches Rhodri's side= all got shoulds and should nots, that's one of my shoulds however

SUMMONER: =Part of him feels like Typhon is mad with him. For breaking down like that and being weak, not being much of a kismesis. The self critizing already growing strong, but the nagging voice about having to be strong isn't so loud now. It felt dulled after he had cried, but he's still feeling guilty for it. For making Typhon deal with it. That's why his focus is so on him, giving him back for the attention he'd stolen before.= 

SUMMONER: =Squirms away from the pinch, but keeps on wiping. A little harder now to retaliate for said pinch.= 

 SUMMONER: the f1rst troll 1 know that don't want people know1ng that they're prec1ous, but hey, to each the1r own, 

SUMMONER: you hav1ng to do that whole b1g and scary th1ng, 1 get 1t, =Wipe wipe.=

HIGHBLOOD: i ain't gotta do it, just how a motherfucker am and i let myself do that as such =Watching the sea once more, TAKING A HINT RHODRI?=

SUMMONER: =Lets out a little snort, because it's less of a hint and more of a punch across the face with it. He rolls up the wipes he's used and capthas them, because he's not one for littering. Traces his fingers over some of the now exposed freckles.= make 1t sound so easy, 

SUMMONER: =Exhales softly.= but most th1ngs are w1th you, aren't they? =Switches hands, now cupping the clear side of Typhon's face and goes to wipe the other clean too. It's weird seeing his face like that, in half almost. One side all sweet freckles and the other with those sharp and jagged lines. Still, they're both just as much Typhon as the other, and he loves them both all the same.=

HIGHBLOOD: =Feels the warmth of Rhodri's hand without the insulating layer of his paint. One side of his face having that familiar heaviness of the thick makeup and the other light and free.= easy as i been doin it 

HIGHBLOOD: ain't so hard when you fall up in it and let it go on

SUMMONER: =Hums low while wiping away more thick layers of paint.= guess not, 

SUMMONER: just a matter of gett1ng there, 

 SUMMONER: that's all, =Capthas this dirty wipe too then holds Typhon's clear face in both hands, looking up at him with dryer eyes and a gentle smile.=

 SUMMONER: =Trails thumbs over those freckly cheeks.= stars up above got noth1ng on the ones on you,

HIGHBLOOD: =Blinks once his entire face is clear of the face paint, freckles there on display, his eyebrows, thick and still a little dirty, quirking up at Rhodri. A grin that was easy and crooked producing a dimple on one side= mmmm you still bad at them segues bro

SUMMONER: =Smiles up at him, sliding his thumbs across his cheeks. He's such a pretty troll. The dimples are particularly nice. He leans in to kiss it.= 1'll work on 1t, 

 SUMMONER: just l1ke the rest,

HIGHBLOOD: =Typhon glances over Rhodri's face, then hums when he gets a kiss= holdin you to that.

SUMMONER: =Just... Gonna keep holding his face and gently laying all these smooches on the side of his face.= 

 SUMMONER: you better,

HIGHBLOOD: mmhm =Leans down to kiss him on the lips, he might let it go. At least a little now. But he was going to keep on Rhodri's ass about it=

SUMMONER: =Kisses him back happily, body flush against him and hands on his face. When he pulls back it's just a little.= thanks ty, 

SUMMONER: for l1ke, =Shrugs, looking off to the side feeling embarrassed.= y'know, 

 SUMMONER: be1ng here, and be1ng you,

HIGHBLOOD: =Inhales= you're welcome 

HIGHBLOOD: =Flashes a grin and kisses Rhodri again, sloppier this time. Much sloppier=

SUMMONER: =He barely has the time to look back at him to return the smile before he's given a mess of a kiss. He laughs a little into it, just from how gross it was and how sappy he was being, looping his arms around Typhon's neck. Returning this sloppy kiss in full.=

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SUMMONER: =Just chillin' in the bathroom with a towel around his shoulders. The three red streaks in his hair appears to have been lathered in fresh dye and he's just waiting around to wash it out. Sits on the edge of the tub with a portable gaming device, humming to himself along with the in-game background music.=

SIGNLESS: =Kasvik wasn't always the best at knocking and since he didn't hear the noise of the shower head or a flushing toilet, he was going to assume it was find to head into the bathroom and grab his fang paste to brush up, along with other daily cleaning rituals. However when he enters Signless discovers the room is not empty and instead occupied by his neighbor Rhodri Nitram! .... And the troll had.... Red goo in his hair?= 

SIGNLESS: =blinks at him, his own towel still thrown over one of his shoulders= Are you dying your hair?

SUMMONER: =He looks up when the door opens, turning the volume down a little bit on his game. Smiles at Kasvik.= sure am, 

 SUMMONER: looks l1ke hell when 1t gets all faded, 

 SUMMONER: =Stands from the tub.= sorry, d1d you need the bathroom? 1 can wa1t around somewhere else,

SIGNLESS: Well I mean, unless you don't mind me just brushing my teeth in front of you. =he shrugs.= 

SIGNLESS: I can imagine that dye might be hard to get out if it gets anywhere in your block.

SUMMONER: 1 th1nk watch1ng someone deal1ng w1th the1r dental hyg1ene 1s someth1ng 1 can handle, =Snorts with a smile and plops back down on the edge of the tub.= 

SUMMONER: and 1t's not so bad 1f you know how to get 1t out, but 1t's a hassle, 

 SUMMONER: not as bad when you don't have so long ha1r though,

SIGNLESS: -with that settled he's heading over to the sink, and rummaging through his and disciples half of the cabinets until he locates the toothbrush and paste.- How often do you end up dying it? Your hair that is. 

SIGNLESS: -the tooth brush is primed and ready and he sticks it into his mouth to start scrubbing-

SUMMONER: =Shrugs one shoulder.= depends, somet1mes 1t washes out faster depend1ng on what k1nd of weather and sh1t 1'm 1n, but 1 l1ke to do 1t pretty frequently, 

SUMMONER: you should try 1t somet1me, 1'm sure you'd rock the look,

SIGNLESS: -He snorts around the brush and then finishes both scrubbing and rinsing before turning to talk at him again- 

SIGNLESS: Dying it red or in general? 

SIGNLESS: Because I've already once had it bleached out white.

SUMMONER: =Snorts, then looks up from his game with a grin.= ser1ously? that's qu1te the dramat1c 1mage change there kas, 

 SUMMONER: 1 hope you took p1ctures, 

 SUMMONER: please tell me you took p1ctures,

SIGNLESS: -shakes his head- Of course not, no. It happened pretty early on in my friendship with the Orphaner. In fact I don't even really remember if we were "friends" at that point yet.  I passed out stone cold drunk and at the time we were having some sort of feud or fight about something probably fairly ridiculous and he bleached it white without my knowledge. 

 SIGNLESS: -shrugs- Don't ask me how I never woke up during the process.

SUMMONER: =His expression sours considerably at the mention of the fish, especially that he's reminded of Arissa in the same instance. Looks down to his game again to hide the fact.= 

SUMMONER: =Long whistle.= sounds l1ke a pretty w1ld t1me, f1gure that's just what happens when you get smashed w1th h1ghbloods, 

SUMMONER: all k1nd of stup1d shenan1gans l1ke that,

SUMMONER: 1'm sure you looked cool as fuck anyways though,

SIGNLESS: I'm fairly certain that is what happens when you get smashed with anyone hahah. 

 SIGNLESS: But yes perhaps I did look cool. Who knows. I am unsure if I would ever try it again though.

SUMMONER: =Chuckles and shrugs one shoulder.= yeah maybe, 

SUMMONER: you could always just try a w1g to check how you'd look, just exper1ment and see what you m1ght d1g,

SIGNLESS: -He's capping the paste and putting that and the tooth brush back- Yeah I guess I could do that. 

 SIGNLESS: Would have to get a wig for that though.

SUMMONER: you sound so very enthus1ast1c, =He laughs, looking up to grin at him in the mirror.= 

 SUMMONER: =Wink.= 1've got you covered on that front, 

 SUMMONER: have more than enough ol' stage props and sh1t ly1ng about,

SIGNLESS: -raises a brow- Oh really? 

SIGNLESS: Are you telling me you have worn a white wig then?

SUMMONER: sure have, 

 SUMMONER: worn all k1nds of w1gs really, somet1mes for mus1c v1deos or just to walk around unnot1ced, 

 SUMMONER: the streaks are one of the less crazy 'dos 1've had for sure,

SIGNLESS: The streaks are less crazy??

 SIGNLESS: Rhodri I am really starting to question what you consider as extreme fashion now. 

 SIGNLESS: What is the craziest thing you have worn???

SUMMONER: =Looks amused.= dunno 1f you've not1ced but 1'm not the only guy runn1ng around w1th streaks around here, so yeah, def1n1tely less crazy,

 SUMMONER: =Scratches his cheek as he thinks, then shrugs.= th1nk 1t's more about what 1 haven't worn really, 

SUMMONER: been 1n all k1nds of un1forms and costumes, and-- oh, no 1 know, 1 def1n1tely know the craz1est th1ng,

SIGNLESS: -He is turning around fully now, leaning himself back against the sink counter, and folding his arms over his chest with quite the amused expression about all of this.- 

SIGNLESS: You know, huh? Well fuck now I kind of want to see this "craziest thing."

SUMMONER: =Looks up at Kasvik with an expression full of mischief.= 

SUMMONER: =Grins broad.= you sure? 1t's pretty fuck1ng w1ld, absolutely the most r1d1culous th1ng 1've ever worn, or anyone poss1bly can really,

SIGNLESS: -Holds one hand up to stop him.- Rhodri Nitram, you have now just brought me to the level of dying to know. Curiosity slaughtered the meowbeast, but consider me very intrigued.

SIGNLESS: -He grins.- You must show me.

SUMMONER: =His eyes are positively glinting from his mischievous smile.= SUMMONER: a1ght man, probably have the getup somewhere, =Gets up from his spot on the tub.= SUMMONER: you just wa1t here kas, 1'll be back 1n a j1ffy,

SIGNLESS: Alright, I will remain here. This is something I can certainly do. -Because he needs to finish washing his face and taming his messy hair anyways.- SIGNLESS: -He is honestly kind of looking forward to his friends return.-

SUMMONER: =Okay, so maybe a costume change wasn't the brightest idea when he's dying his hair. Luckily this wasn't a costume that required anything over his head.= SUMMONER: =It takes a few minutes, then the door to the bathroom slowly cracks open...= SUMMONER: =Puts his leggy out the door first. And that red line running up the side of the black pants sure would look familiar to this Vantas.= SUMMONER: =Emerges from the door, a hand to his chest and a shit eating grin on his face. YEP. He sure is wearing a pair of those RIGHTEOUS LEGGINGS. He even has a grey cape.= hello my ch1ld, =He's trying so hard not to laugh.= have you heard about our lord and sav1or, SUMMONER: me?

SIGNLESS: -He had finished up his routine and was perched sitting cross legged on the bathroom counter, tapping away at some game app on his phone when the door opens a crack and gets his attention.- SIGNLESS: -And then Rhodri came through dressed liked a huge DORKLORD.- SIGNLESS: -He has the blankest stare that has ever been stared. This is no matching this expression he has.- SIGNLESS: .................................. SIGNLESS: You are shitting me. SIGNLESS: Oh. SIGNLESS: My god.

SUMMONER: =Gasps softly and clasps his hands together.= my ch1ld, such language, SUMMONER: =Closes his eyes with a sad sigh.= 1 see that there are many who have strayed from the l1ght, but fear not, for 1 am here to gu1de you all, =Approaching Kasvik and clasps his hands in his own.= SUMMONER: there 1s st1ll hope for you too, =TEARFUL GAZE INTO HIS EYES.= SUMMONER: =Tears from his suppressed laughter. The corners of his mouth are twitching so bad:=

SIGNLESS: -He is trying so hard not to laugh fuck you. Kasvik is pulling his hands out of this impostor of himself- Rhodri I'm going to kick your ass oh my god. SIGNLESS: I never talked like that-- okay yeah maybe I did for like a MONTH but holy shit no fuck you. -SHIT HES GRINNING. Damn you smile for betraying him. He is just going to have to make Rhodri suffer for it by squishing the guys cheeks to give him guppy lips.- Get out of here!! SIGNLESS: Your horns aren't even accurate!

SUMMONER: =When his cheeks are squished he puts a hand to his forehead, letting out a sound of anguish then spinning away from him dramatically. Falls back against the bathroom wall, a hand on his cheek and looking TEARFUL at Kasvik still.= aaa,,, SUMMONER: resort1ng to such lengths, v1olence,  SUMMONER: =SNIFFLES and looks away.= harsh words and such-- such,,, bARBAR1SM,  SUMMONER: 1 cannot stand 1t, no, 1 feel myself grow weak 1n the knees just as we speak,,, =Dramatically turns to face the wall. Casually puts his ankle on the side of the tub, then LEANS BACK with a hand on his forehead. Butt poses with his leggy out, eyes shut.= how can there ever be hope for the troll race, w1th such f1ends walk1ng among us?

SIGNLESS: This is fucking slander.  SIGNLESS: I am so offended right now, my ass looks so much better then that. -And now he is hoping to his feet just so he can put one of those to use and "Gently" boot Rhodri right in the ass.- SIGNLESS: -HE SAID HE WOULD KICK IT, HE HAS.-

SUMMONER: =His buns! He saw it coming honestly, and thus prepared himself. He lets out a extremely over acted moan as the foot hit his butt, turning to Kasvik. If he could blushu on command then he would.= SUMMONER: ah,  SUMMONER: what 1s th1s feel1ng, SUMMONER: am 1 so eas1ly to turn to the path of deprav1ty??? =Waggles butt at Kasvik, he's not able to keep from cracking up now and is snkring and wheezing so much.=  SUMMONER: snnrrrk,,, pun1sh me aga1n daddy, =WHEEZES SO HARD. There's tears in his eyes.=

SIGNLESS: -That is... hoLY FUCK NO!! EUGH!! So much EUGH is in his expression right now. And also blush. He is flushing with embarrassment while also looking disgusted.-  SIGNLESS: Fuck it, we are done. Friendship over. SIGNLESS: This is the end of us, being friends. Forever.  SIGNLESS: Don't come near me or my son ever again.

SUMMONER: =Okay, this is it. Rhodri bursts into a wheezing fit of laughter, leg moving away from the tub and back to the floor. He supports himself on the wall.= SUMMONER: hhhahhhahaha!  SUMMONER: =WHEEZE.= SUMMONER: ehehehe, hhhow cruellll you are, ohhahaha, oh nooo, SUMMONER: you are so qu1ck to, =Wheeze laugh, snrking.= use me for your own pleasures, then throhhhohoh, thROW ME AWAY!

SIGNLESS: HRGHHH!! -He cant even face him he needs to turn away as he threads his fingers through his own thick hair.-

SUMMONER: =There's definite little trinkles of bronze tears running down his cheeks. He can't fucking handle this. He's laughing and wheezing, staggering over to Kasvik to drape himself over him from behind.= 

SUMMONER: =Dramatic sniffle of tears.= after all we've been thrrroughhhhuhuh,,,  SUMMONER: 1 thought we had, someth1ng spec1al, =Puts a hand to Kasvik's cheek.=

SIGNLESS: -EW ITS ON HIS BACK GET IT OFF- SIGNLESS: NOOO! -He attempts to shake the guy off but a hand is on his cheek and it BURNS.- SIGNLESS: What kind of self-cest bullshit is this???! -Bats wildly at the hand to get it off.-

SUMMONER: =He's too laughy to fight him and simply backs off as he starts shaking and batting about.= SUMMONER: =Wheezes softly and wipes the corners of his eyes.= the k1nd that 1s, very emot1onally destruct1ve, SUMMONER: 1 never thought you were the k1nd of guy that d1d the touch and go,  SUMMONER: heartless as fuck kas, dammmnnn,  SUMMONER: yao1 them and leave them, =Another wheezing fit of laughter. It's really dorky. This is all really dorky.=

SIGNLESS: -This is EMBARRASSING is what it is, and honestly Kasvik's face is pretty red, and this whole thing was teetering dangerously on the edge of not really being funny at all because kind of the last thing he wanted to think about was his past after everything that has happened. But he can't fault Rhodri for any of that..- SIGNLESS: Hah hah hah, yeah I guess I'm just a player. Or a tramp depending on which one of "Me" -gestures between the two of them.- We are talking about here.

SUMMONER: =His laughter is slowly dying down again, though there's a whole lot of wheezing happening. More wiping at his eyes. He's grinning so wide, clearly having a pretty good time himself. This was fun. He could just be a dork around Kasvik, which was surreal in one way, and comforting in another.= SUMMONER: 1'd settle for lovable hobo really,

SIGNLESS: Heh. Yeah... -Honestly by now his smile is forced, but probably Rhodri can't tell because Signless still has his back to him and all that.- SIGNLESS: Anyways.  SIGNLESS: Yeah you are right, that is the most outlandish get up I've ever seen. SIGNLESS: You look like a right tool. SIGNLESS: Heh...

SUMMONER: =What remaining laughter that was still in him dries up fairly quick from the weird vibe Kasvik is giving him right now. Shit. Maybe he went a little too far.= SUMMONER: nah,  SUMMONER: 1 wouldn't say tool, SUMMONER: well, the portrayal 1 gave just now 1s pretty tooly, so you'd be r1ght on the money about that,

SIGNLESS: True. SIGNLESS: -Hes just going to start grabbing his towel and comb and tuck those into his sylladex.-  SIGNLESS: Still though, good routine, you should be a comedian.

SUMMONER: =Laughter is the last thing he'd want right now, and he now feels gross for doing it in the first place. His expression far from as jovial as before.= kas, SUMMONER: =Walks to him to put a hand on his shoulder.= you okay? 1 was just mess1ng around, 1'm sorry 1f 1 went too far,

SIGNLESS: -He looks at the hand on his shoulder, and then up at Rhodri, by now his face is pretty solemn.- Sorry. Yeah I'm fine.  SIGNLESS: -Kasvik looks up and down his friend again, taking in the ridiculous but near disturbingly accurate costume, and then sighs before moving a hand to rub the back of his neck.- Its just uh.... SIGNLESS: Fuck. Its not you, you were great, that was awesome. Promise. SIGNLESS: I just... have a lot of trouble being reminded about back then. SIGNLESS: And not think of her. - Does he even need to specify who?-

SUMMONER: =The hand on his shoulder tightens in a reasurring grip, then a little rub.= don't apolog1ze man, you don't apolog1ze for your feel1ngs, SUMMONER: =The explaination makes him feel sick. Sick with himself. Fucking shit. He should have known better. The stupid costume now feels like it's burning his skin, his stomach a black hole. Still he gives Kasvik a crooked little smile.= 1 understand, 1 also-- =He stops himself, trailing off. Didn't matter about him right now, or any other time. How his insides would churn whenever he saw anything that reminded him of Granny, of The Dolorosa, of Karkat and everyone else that was gone.= SUMMONER: 1 should have known better honestly, 1'm really sorry,'

SIGNLESS: -He shakes his head and moves his hand to cover the one on his shoulder.- SIGNLESS: No don't apologize. We were just being dumb and having a good laugh, its not your fault. SIGNLESS: Hell, I shouldn't even let something like that get to me after all this time... SIGNLESS: Kind of a weird thing to do. SIGNLESS: -He takes in a shaky breath, but then hes pulling himself back together with another deep one, and hes got it.- SIGNLESS: Anyways.... SIGNLESS: You look good in leggings, you should wear them more often

SUMMONER: kas, don't talk l1ke that, 

SUMMONER: l1ke you "shouldn't" let someth1ng get to you, 1t's your emot1ons, those happen, and that's okay and how 1t 1s, 

SUMMONER: you can't stop yourself from hav1ng emot1ons, or hav1ng react1ons to 1t, 

SUMMONER: just s1tt1ng around and th1nk1ng about how you "shouldn't" feel a certa1n way 1s just go1ng to keep you back from process1ng 1t, 

SUMMONER: =Squeezes his shoulder again, and tries to turn him a bit towards him so he can give him a reassuring smile. Trying to ignore the voice in the back of his head yelling about how much of a fucking hypocrite he is.= keep you from mov1ng forward, 

SUMMONER: =Laughs faintly.= and yeah, for you maybe, =Winks.=

SIGNLESS: -He slowly turns with him, and the expression he has on his face is a slightly tired smile. Not fake at all, but also not as big as the grin earlier.-

SIGNLESS: -And he does actually chuckle when Rhodri winks at him and jokingly gives the taller troll a friendly elbow to the side.- Just for me? Well I feel special now.

SUMMONER: you should be, not many people that get pr1vate sess1ons to scope out my fun lumps, =Smiles crookedly and rubs Kas' shoulder.= 

SUMMONER: you'll be okay, 

SUMMONER: everyth1ng w1ll be, SUMMONER: 1t just takes t1me,

SIGNLESS: -He nods.- Thanks. For both your fun lumps and the kind words. 

SIGNLESS: -He still feels bad for ruining their funtimes though. He may be allowed to feel what he does but its always the worst when it affects others around him negatively.-

SUMMONER: =Grins.= anyt1me kas, 

SUMMONER: =Moves his hand away. It was kind of surreal standing here giving comfort to the one whose teachings and lessons had been his only comfort up through his life. Weird...= 

SUMMONER: 1'm go1ng to change out of th1s sh1t, but maybe you'd be up for hang1ng out? just gotta wash the dye out too and 1'd be ready to present you w1th the company of my lumps,

SIGNLESS: -He was kind of just as surreal (Well maybe a little less so) to be comforted by someone dressed up in a super accurate version of yourself from what felt like a lifetime ago.- 

SIGNLESS: Yes, I actually would be up for that. -He offers Rhodri another smile, this one far more sincere then the last.- And getting back to the beginnings of this talk, if you have that white wig then I can probably even try that on for you, heh.

SUMMONER: a1ght, then 1'll be qu1ck about 1t, can't wa1t to see you get all broody an1me protagon1st on me, =Small laugh.= 

SUMMONER: catch you 1n a few kas, =And there he goes.=