ferventknight | ic contact. elliot nightray!

[Oh shiiit. Jack goes pale.]

Do you have memories of— things you haven't done? Places you've never been to?

....

[Welp. Elliot took a while to answer that one. Yes and no.. Giving a few moments of thought before taking his chance to speak.]

I wouldn't necessarily call them memories, Jack. [He'll stop, shaking his head. This was harder than he thought; no one really knew about the dreams except for Leo.

..Leo. Cue just one headache right now.

Walking to sit upon the bench, he'll lace his fingers together, placing them against his forehead. He began sounding very unsure about what he started saying.] The entire place is on fire, and I'm just standing there with my sword..

A few times, I saw the back of someone's head but I couldn't make out who it was. I think I killed the people there, Jack. My sword was--... [He'll stop now. He didn't feel too comfortable.]

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You—

[Jack hesitates, before following Elliot to the bench, touching one of the roses at this side of the path. He'd described how Glen would've seen it. Sablier was all fire and blood and to have memories - if not memories, dreams - of such...

It could mean a lot of things. Jack doesn't want to believe any one of them.]

There's actually more than one explanation for that, but. Have you told anyone else about it?

[Swallowing the lump in his throat, Elliot closed his eyes before giving a remark back.]

Yes, just one..

[He'll bring a hand up and place index and middle finger against his temple.]

Leo knew about the dreams. He'd be there when I woke up from them.

Leo? Your...servant, right?

[He takes a step closer, but doesn't dare move to comfort him; Elliot seems like the flighty sort.]

Yes. Him.

[He'll sit up fully, placing his hands against his knees to grip firmly. He felt something inside him become slightly displeased with his next few words.]

He was once here but then.. he was taken away by what brings us here.

I know the feeling.

[He smiles wryly.] I'm sorry.

I don't want to hear it.

[He didn't need an apology from you. Looking away once more, he'll grunt.]

Anything else you need to ask?

Not right now.

[He shakes his head.] I'm glad you told me about this, Elliot. [But it's weird, usually Glens know what they are.] Wait, one last thing— Do you have a Chain?

[He paused at that last question, looking Jack in the eye. Shaking his head in turn.]

No. I don't.

Very well.

[He nods, and he turns to fully face him.]

Don't...worry too much about it, will you? The voices and all.

[He'll keep those words in mind, but that doesn't mean it'll surely happen.]

It's hard not to now since you're talking about them like this. But I get what you're saying; I'll try.

That's a good lad.

[He laughs, and if he can land a hair ruffle HE IS GOING TO GET ONE.]

Why don't we spar sometime?

[GDIT STOP TOUCHING HIM. HE DOESN'T REALLY DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT, JUST GIVES AN ANNOYED SIGH. That's the last time ever you'll be able to do that. He's still thinking of Leo okok.

..until you mention that last part. He'll look up.]

Are you serious?

[HAHAHAHAHA YOU ARE SO TSUN ~~for swords eh~~]

Yes, yes I am. I do remember you saying something about liking swords, and I would like to think I'm not half-bad at swordfighting.

[SHUT UP OR HE'LL GO BACK TO HATING YOU.]

I do know how to handle a sword. So if you want, I guess we can spar sometime.

[He leans in a little.]

You can buy me a drink when you lose.

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[Wait..

..what? Did he just say what he thought---...]

[screaming now.]

What gives you the idea I'm going to lose?! What do I get if I WIN?!

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[Oh. Right.. You know what, stop getting close you pedo.

/Face shove.]

[Jack laughs out loud, stumbling into the bushes and trying to stifle his chuckles with a gloved hand.]

Well, what do you want if you win?

Hell if I know. What do you have to offer?

[Staring right at you now. B( do you want back on his shit list for life?]

Mmm, I don't know, actually? I could buy you the drink. [A pause, and then he chirps:] You...are of age, correct? [Tiny Nightray I mean--]

Or pledge spars whenever you want. [:DDDDDDD don't you just love Vessaliuses.]

[...A pause.]

As long as it isn't that damn eggnog.. [REMEMBER LAST TIME? HUH HUH]

Probably something stronger.

[He laughs.] I kid, I kid. Halfway.

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[action.] welp my mind was impure there.

[action.] hey man swordfighting is a pure and manly sport i mean

[action.] yeah says the gayest person ever 1/3... gdit

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done. :|

[action] WOW RUDE

[action] RUDE? I SEE NOTHING RUDE ABOUT THIS.

[action] respect your elders young man

[action.] shut up oldy.

[action.] you shut your mouth do you need to be disciplined

[action.] sorry old man i'm not into that

[action.] I'M NOT OLD /punches

[action.] oh my god rude /punches back

[action.] /KICKS AT?!

[action.] /STRANGLES?!

[action.] well at least my head's intact (unsure)