[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.]

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[iron_infidel]

[Signless had been searching for someone. Certainly after the previous week he needed to talk to the other. Too many questions ran through his head and begged to be answered. Not to mention his doubt remained, not as present, but the very knowledge that it had become such a reality scared him. His doubt...had surfaced so vividly that he had made a public announcement about it. It caused a conflict within himself and he felt the need to speak to someone. However such a someone was probably no longer interested in his words. Yet, he still wished to find him. Even if his plight would go unheard, he wished to ask for a favor.

His weapon was not sufficient. He needed another, two sickles were better then one after all. There was only one who could make such an artifact. Besides he could use it as an excuse to break the awkward tension that was sure to follow.

His search led him to the observatory and while this wasn't his favorite spot to...explore, he needed to check ever corner. ]

[disgracedvoid]

[So lost was Darkleer in thought at the moment, so close to spiraling down into a brooding fit, that he did not notice Signless entering the floor. Unfortunate, considering he was precisely the one troll he would very much rather not deal with at the moment. Possibly ever.

His actions were inexcusable and the thoughts behind them...

No, never mind, he's brooding alright.]

Sorry these tags are horrible

[iron_infidel]

[There will be no brooding as long as he is aware. He turns on his heel and comes to inspect the floor. The creatures crawl amongst the glass, following him ever slowly, watching his every move as he inspected the deck.

He pauses. Ears twitch ever quickly as he sense the presence of another. Signless turns around and manages to catch a glimpse of the troll within the shadows.]

Dark..- Horuss?

[If he cares to acknowledge his presence, then it is for certain that such the call fo his name is sure to get his attention.]

Pft, hardly. <3

[disgracedvoid]

[The good news is that since he wasn't holding anything in his hands nothing got horribly broken into pieces the moment Signless called him... by that name. Absently, Darkleer wishes he were wearing armor at the moment, if only for the extra intimidating factor that it packs.

...not that the pesky - handsy - mutant is ever much intimidated by him. Oh no, he remembers very well.

He plays with the idea of ignoring him for a moment, but he discards it soon enough. Ignoring the man has never done him any good, anyway. So he grunts instead, not turning from his contemplation of the creatures crawling about the glass.]

[iron_infidel]

[The lack of response is not amusing.]

Has your voice left you or do you just choose to speak in a animalistic tone that our predecessors of the prehistoric age are capable of. Darkleer. [For now he sticks to his title.]

I have a favor to ask fo you.

[disgracedvoid]

[Bah, you just don't appreciate his excellent, magical humor. He scoffs at the jab about animalistic tones, but he lets out a long suffering sigh, as he finally turns away from the glass, looking down at Signless with his usual serious expression. Though if one pays attention, one might notice the tendon on his neck is twitching irritably.]

And what is it that you require of me?

[iron_infidel]

[He is sure to notice that irritable twitch and yet he chooses to ignore it...for now. There are other matters at hand. His gaze turns away from the other, refusing to meet it.]

A weapon. Well, a sickle to be more precise.

[disgracedvoid]

[Darkleer's eyes narrow slightly.]

And why would you as me for it?

[iron_infidel]

[He turns his glance only for a moment to glance at him, before it returns to glance out upon the horizon. Or rather the metaphorical one.]

Is it necessary to ask such a question?

[A pause.]

Why not you.

[disgracedvoid]

[The question would almost make him hope he was the only one with memories of the week prior, but of course, hadn't he just called him by name a few moments prior? Darkleer lets out another slow, controlled breath, clearly calming himself down.]

...it will be done.

[Yeah, let's just. Get this conversation over and done with so he can go hide in a different corner.]

Is that all?

[iron_infidel]

There is much else.

[He lets out a short sigh.]

But I do think you wish to ignore the topic I speak of, like a rampant hoofbeast mucking about in the room.

[A pause.]

However if you are willing to speak about such a topic I would prefer to not do it in a setting such as this.

[disgracedvoid]

[Twiiiiitch.]

And what setting would you consider appropriate for a discussion such as that.

[iron_infidel]

Perhaps the library or somewhere to sit down.

[...]

Wherever you are comfortable.

[disgracedvoid]

[He bites his tongue, literally, from snapping there's no such place in this tower, so he just nods tersely again.]

I suppose the library will suffice.

[Enough tables to flip there, anyway.]

[iron_infidel]

I will meet you there, unless you wish to follow me. The choice is yours.

[He turned on his heel and headed for the door. There was a short pause as he turned to glance back at him.]

[disgracedvoid]

[Darkleer will take a moment to glare at Signless back because this eminently his fault obviously, and wallow on the thought of strangling the pesky mutant a little. Darkleer lets out a very soft, subdued growl in the back of his throat, before he starts following after Signless.

Silently, he wishes he could stop thinking in metaphors, and reading more than necessary, into the other's words.]

[iron_infidel]

[He can't say that he isn't amused by the other. The subtle growl and tense demenor of his current follower was quite charming, maybe even pitiable. However there were other things concerning Signless and even if Darkleer wasn't all to willing, at least he would talk. Or so...the troll hoped.

It doesn't take them long to get to the library however. Signless by this point knew the way fairly well. Upon reaching their destination he finds a comfortable chair to sit in and motions for the other to find a place to sit.]

[disgracedvoid]

[Cranky, oh so cranky. But he supposes the sooner they get this ridiculousness out of the way, the sooner he'll be able to go hide back into his workshop and forget about it ever happened. Of course.

Darkleer takes a seat, folding his arms over his chest and ignoring the slight concern than the chair will simply give in under his weight. He's not precisely the most petite of trolls, after all. He arched an eyebrow at the man, waiting.

Because he was the one that wanted to talk, not him.]

[iron_infidel]

[Oh yes he was the one that wanted to talk, but we all know that he talks a lot. Perhaps a change of tune is needed. In order to pass the torch, if you will, he gestures with a wave of his hand in the direction for the other to speak. Patiently he waited for the message to get across. His elbows rest on each side of the chair, hands coming to frame his face. While he stared up at the other, nothing but silence.]

[disgracedvoid]

[At this rate he's going to develop a tic, with the way the tendon along his neck keeps twitching irritably. The silence stretches for a moment as Darkleer stares at Signless, disbelieving. As it became clear, however that the damnable mutant was not going to break the silence first, Darkleer scoffed somewhat.]

If it is an apology you wish, for my appalling behavior the past few days, you needed only ask for it.

[iron_infidel]

[It's a start...he guesses.]

No, not an apology. In fact I do not fear, regret, or hide from what happened. If anything I just want to talk about it.

[As quickly as he spoke, the silence only returned soon after.]

[disgracedvoid]

[He arched both eyebrows, making no secret to hide his surprise at such bold proclamation, but as soon as the silence settled again, Darkleer began to realize that the man was going to be difficult about things. After a long stretch of silence, he allowed himself to rub at his face, exasperated.]

One needs to speak, in order to talk about things.

[I mean, in case Signless had missed the memo.]

[iron_infidel]

Yes I agree that one should speak in order to discuss things.

[It was like a hot potato game of sass.]

[disgracedvoid]

[This is gonna end in murder. Or cat holds.]

Your attempts at appearing obtuse are anything but endearing.

[iron_infidel]

Clearly obtuse is something you are rather familiar with. Care to tell me more?

[Attacking his appearance. Wow that was a little low, but hey he wished to get a reaction he could work off of.]