[CLOSED] Maybe some day I'll walk away and say "you disappoint me"

[disgracedvoid]

Characters: Darkleer & Signless
Setting: Floor 45.
Format: Action.
Summary: Post-event fallout: Darkleer and Signless have things to talk about.
Warnings: FEELINGS.

[Darkleer found the observation floor to be rather conductive to thinking. And oh, he had much to think about. Waking up with the horrifying memories of the past week did not put him in a particularly good mood. Normally he'd rather go to the workshop and tinker away with something - Tinkerer - but rather than indulge in that, he decided instead to stand by the glass, watching the grotesque creatures crawl about, trying in vain to intimidate him.

He stood by a corner, somewhat out of sight from the staircase, clad in robes rather than armor for once, arms folded behind his back. He was too tense to slouch, standing at full height, back rigid.]

Comments

[disgracedvoid]

I must apologize again, then, for the slip of tongue.

[iron_infidel]

[He narrows his eyes at such a comment.]

Apologize? Apologize for what? Almost saying my name, fuck!

[Oh shit was getting serious. It took a lot for Signless to speak such vulgar language. Sure just a moment ago he seemed happy, but it was a mask. Signless fuse seemed to be getting shorter and shorter by the days especially when Darkleer was at the cause of it.]

Say it all you want! It is not an act that is in need of an apology.

[disgracedvoid]

It is something I should apologize for, as I refuse to take advantage of a concession granted while you were clearly out of your mind, Signless.

[Don't get cranky at him, bro, he does cranky better than you. /badum tiss]

[iron_infidel]

[Perhaps cranky isn't the word. Crabby, I dare say you can't top him when crabby is on the line.]

If that is how you view it, then I must repeat myself. Kankri. Kankri Vantas is my true name, this is a name you may call me Horuss. It does not bother me and if you are willing to protect me and claim that friendship is a reality then it is the only name I prefer. Signless. This title was not chosen by me, merely something I came to be known as because of my birth without a sign.

As such I also wish to mention that by me calling you Horuss, does not mean that I am taking advantage of the information you granted me. I have always known your name, I gained such knowledge from my dreams.

[disgracedvoid]

[He had a chat with your descendant, sometime last week. He's finally starting to see where the kid got it from, which is an amusing enough thought to distract him from the fact he's two seconds away from flipping this table.]

So be it, Kankri.

[Didja order an extra large side of hissing to go with your huffing? 'cause someone's getting a-neigh-oyed with you.]

Then I congratulate you on your knowledge and your willingness to revel in it.

[iron_infidel]

[One might say he is currently pouting, or simply glaring at the other with a slight puff to his cheeks. Slowly he lets the air out and brings his mood back to it's center, calming himself.]

Thank you, it is good to have such knowledge perhaps one day you will bask in the gratitude that I have gifted you with it.

[disgracedvoid]

[Darkleer twitches again, a tad more violently.]

Are you trying to make me lose my patience?

[iron_infidel]

It would definitely be a move in a direction. I'm not picky.

[What a flat tone.]

[disgracedvoid]

[Hissssssssssssssssssssssssssss. Okay, that was therapeutic enough. Seriously though. Seriously. Let him breath and calm himself down.]

I do not understand your incessant quest to test my self-control.

[iron_infidel]

I am curious is all. Besides I am not to blame, how am I the one to take responsibility for how you feel. I can only take responsibility for my own actions and emotions.

[Snap, snap.]

[disgracedvoid]

I stand by my previous statement, curiosity will not kill you.

[His left eye twitches slightly.]

Making me lose my patience might, however.

[iron_infidel]

Anger, will get you nowhere. I have nothing to upset you. You wished for me to talk and now I am, you mean to say that you take back what you said and you wish for the silence to set in?

[He drops a casual bow of the head, a sign of respect to those who are above you, one might say.]

[disgracedvoid]

[He's not amused and you're not being cute. Seriously. You're not.]

Anger will get me nowhere, nonetheless, it will get those around me to a gruesome end. You would do well to stop baiting my self-control.

[...that's as much as he's willing to admit.]

As for the rest, I do not take back what I've said. But once more I remind you I expected a conversation that carried at least some semblance of maturity.

[iron_infidel]

[He clears his throat and comes to raise his head to an equal level to Darkleers. Well as close as can, given the height difference.]

Alright. If you insist I will...back off.

[disgracedvoid]

...thank you.

[It's an odd thing to say, but this is an odd conversation as it is, so he might as well go with what feels right. If only everything didn't feel weird...]

[iron_infidel]

You are welcome.

[A pause.]

I am sorry.

[disgracedvoid]

[All he can muster right now is a little shrug for your efforts. Sorry bro.]

Now, then. You were saying.

[iron_infidel]

I was saying?

[He shakes his head.]

No, no. I do believe you were about to speak my name in good from, before we jumped off topic. Of course the topic was lost because you chose to apologize. I do not think there was an actual topic besides what had already been discussed. If you wish not to talk about the pale feelings in question because we claim that they were nothing short of an illusion. We might be able to discuss the details of my weapon, unless of course you wish to be granted creative licensing, which I would not protest to.

[disgracedvoid]

I would much rather talk about your weapon and what specifications you need of it, than anything else.

[He doesn't sound desperate, because Darkleer doesn't do desperate, but if Signless could read his mind: Please. For the love of anything holy, can we not do feelings?]

[iron_infidel]

[You are lucky that he doesn't have that ability.]

Simple enough. Light and quick. I do not need to mention it needs to be able to make quick cuts if need be. As for decoration that is purely up to you. I currently have a sickle, but it hasn't been proving faire against fights with a certain individual.

[disgracedvoid]

I can do that.

[He frowns though.]

I must admit I have a hard time imagining you picking fights with someone.

[iron_infidel]

It is more so he picked me to fight. I'm assuming he sees it as his duty, to cull a mutant. I do not blame him since he is of the blood color to find purpose in such an action. However, after so many encounters I do wish to have a bit more offensive then defensive when it comes to protection.

[A shrug.]

[disgracedvoid]

I se---

[There's a pause. He stops nodding and he starts staring. This is a pretty damn strong stare. Then he snorts.]

The Grand Highblood, I should guess?

[iron_infidel]

You would be correct in your assumption. We have had a few encounters now and none have ended within my favor.

[He only comes to stare back, arching a brow at his gaze.]

You act as if this is a surprise, or perhaps some concern?

[disgracedvoid]

There's very few people who would fight him and come on top.

[Concern, what concern, shut up!]

Why didn't you run, instead?