dear_mun | apped @ heroesparadise

I'm guessing you and the guy with funny hair have a history?

He's kind of... [looking vaguely murderous?] upset.

It seems like unlike where it is I am going I can still see here.

I know who it is that you speak, and our history is one that is almost finished. It's quite close to coming to a close. His feelings may be what they are, but I still believe the choice is right.

[...Wow, that was pretty cryptic. It's unfortunately lost on this kid.]

I don't know him very well, but he seems like he's pretty stubborn. I hope whatever's up gets resolved, in any case.

But I guess this means you're coming to Santa Destroy too, huh. It's no vacation, just letting you know ahead of time.

It will.

And I know what it awaiting me.

You sound pretty okay with that. Usually I just hear people complaining.

The weakness of man comes from his words.

Weakness? I'm pretty sure that most of us have been taken from our homes and our families. I don't blame them for being upset.

Men are all eventually separated from family and home. It is a blessing that it is by choice, but that does not always happen.

We've been kidnapped! Doesn't that mean anything to you?

What does it mean to you? That you will complain yet do nothing but be at the call of those that hold you captive? If so, then you should take heed to what I said before. The weakness of man comes from their ability to speak -- their ability to console themselves rather than rise.

I never said I was going to sit by and let them control me. Others might, but I won't.

I'm going back home, no matter what.

How do you intend to accomplish this? By playing their game?

I'm not a murderer.

So you do nothing. Like any sheep who waits for one willing.

So I fight back in some other way.

Yet it remains ineffective if it does not bring change.

Certainly took you long enough, Sydney.

[Clear concern washes the teasing from his face; he knows what Sydney joining him will entail, given that scrying has only given him a headache. How on earth are they both going to cope?]

Is it worth waiting for, however? I don't think this to be quite the right course of action, no matter what anyone else should say!

[Oh shut up Hardin like you're not giddy as a schoolgirl for this.]

Have you been waiting long, Hardin?

[ Hm. ]

The Dark is not there. It is more of a blessing than it is a curse for it means that no one who is unworthy will be trying to command it. Too many tainted hands made it that much blacker... and had faced the consequences for their actions.

What is right or wrong now... [ A beat. ] ... all that is left is to wait.

Long enough to have me fretting for you; there is being apart, and there is this...Blackout between us; having it lifted is no small relief.

[Ah no hey Hardin stop that stop moving closer it's okay he's real]

It's a right blessing in that aspect, but I did not mean that and you know it. If the Dark had roamed as it pleased, you would control it still, and I would be with you as always. This has not failed yet.
[One hand rests lightly on his hip, and the concern only deepens; oh Sydney, stop it stop worrying him so.]

I mean you.
I will wait, gods will I wait, but what of you? The Darkness' absence wounds me still, and I am only new to it compared to you! What will you do without it? [Legit questions, at least to him; not that he thinks Sydney will die without it, or of course that he's any less wonderful without his powers, but...
It's the idea of the other man being helpless that crushes Hardin's chest.]

Hardin.

[ He shakes his head, but says no more.]

I am not one that is ruled by the Dark. Its absence may be a shock, but it will not make me weak.

Ah, I--

...I meant no insult. Of course you will be fine, of course...You are no creature of Dark, but a man. Nor are you a child, so I should really remember my place.

But I hope you will forgive me thus, since it really has been driving me mad without you in this queer place? Do you have Joshua with you, or the Inquisitor? What news of Lea Monde?
[More like, 'never mind that. How are you, Sydney?']

The boy is not with me, and will not arrive with me. She also is not at my side, but both were sent somewhere safe. Worry not.

Things are fine where those two are concerned.

...Ah. Although I'd rather him be with us, at the same time I can't help but be relieved that he's not.
As long as they are both safe, really; I don't think I can tell you ho--
[And then he chuckles, realising he doesn't need to tell Sydney how he feels, not right now.] ...How relieved I am, ha.

And of other concerns, then? Any heads on pikes, yet? Is the city ours, or were you snatched away prematurely as well? Forgive my pressure but I cannot help but ask.
[Never mind that he's still slowly, slowly moving in until he's only about a ruler's length from Sydney. It's been what, a month to him? A month is far too long to not see his best friend.]

I know, Hardin.

You-- [ Ah. He is not from that time. ] There is much that we shall talk on when I arrive. What must be said cannot be said in this place for it holds no meaning where we go.

[The little hopeful smile Hardin had managed to put on his mug?

Yeah, that's just gone. That isn't good at all, and he more than knows it.]

...I would like that. Even though I doubt I will enjoy what you have to say, if it would ease your mind to discuss it then I would gladly hear. And I'll hold you to this, Sydney.

But for now, it is simply enough to see you.

[And, because he's been drilled into having some form of feelings thanks to his little vacation, it doesn't feel so out of place to put his hand on the younger man's shoulder.
At long last, the familiar feel of metal under his hands. This is home.]

It is not my mind that concerns me. To hold onto the knowledge before my arrival, if I arrive, I know what it will wrought. That much I will say.

My absence has caused you pain, my friend.

[He does not move, and why would he? Also, he cannot ask forgiveness without the other knowing why. Through the years, he has shared much with Hardin, but at the last leg of his journey, of their journey, he kept silent that which was most important. But then, what he spoke now was the reason why.]

It never has, though; that is why it's my concern.

But...
You have not led me astray so far. [Wow, Hardin's even stopping himself from protesting, even if he's insanely curious now.]

It has, but I am used to such things. And I cannot help but feel like my coming to this place was partially my fault; I could not blame you, at any rate.
...Unless this is one hell of a prank, in which case I think I have every right to be irate at you. [It wouldn't be so bad if he hadn't died already; all the more reason for his grip to tighten as the seconds fly by, holding back from doing what he wants to most.

And that's to wrap his arms around Sydney. But there's always a time and a place for that, and he's long learnt that feelings have barely any place in their friendship; keep that for the faerie tales, as a wise man once said.]

It matters not, now. I've got us a room for when you arrive; real beds and hot water, can you believe? The food's left much to be desired, but real pillows are enough to make it grand for me!

I am a leader, but you are no sheep. None of you are. Yet... [ And he shakes his head once. ]

To think such things... why are they in your mind, at all? Do you truly feel such guilt?

[And he sees but says nothing. Cling to a dead man may not be the best future for his friend, even if his death need not be now. The Dark will be tended to, eventually, and the tyrant shall not shatter the world. That holds far more import.]

A rarity that much is sure. I shall partake if I am chosen.

Give me some credit, Sydney; do I really act like any sheep, to you? I should be disgusted in myself if I did! No, I follow you because it is my desire to do so. And I would blame myself over you because--

[He's not entirely sure, actually. Something about it feels like it happened on his end, though he had been healed from his leg wound after the confrontation with Callo. ...Maybe it had been funny dark business.]

I do, I suppose. Leaving the boy, the Inquisitor to their fates? It's been weighing on my mind since my feet left Lea Monde's stone floors. I see the undead feast on them every night, and it wears thin.
[Never mind that he's been also stewing in guilt for up and leaving against his will; admittedly they're about in equal amounts.
...Sorry, Sydney; there's probably an overload of feelings ~~which Hardin's forgotten he's even in any danger of revealing~~ heading your way oh nooooo!!!]

You have been chosen in so many other things in life; if you do not turn up on my doorstep by the end of the week, I'll be disappointed! I'll even buy some tipple for the occasion, what do you say?

You do not. The "yet" had nothing to do with such status. [ His way of apology. The yet dealt more with what Hardin did not know and followed for his own reasons, yes, but he knew how betrayed the other felt -- will most likely feel -- when the truth is once more spilt upon the floor like red from one's cut throat. ]

They are safe. Do you doubt me? I shall reassure you of such once more when we are in the same city. No dead or Dark shall undo their life from the mortal coil.

[ Ah, all these feels. ]

Peace, Hardin. Find truth and solace in my words. [ A beat. ] I have been chosen by many things, it is true. But I cannot see what fate lies for me by the end of this week. Still, we should not lose hope. So buy what you will, but do not spend too much upon me.

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while I work out Ashley feels.

ALL HIS FEELS.

FAR TOO MANY FEELS

HE CAN'T HOLD THEM ALL!

feels falling like minibosses as he charges through lea monde

THAT'S A LOT OF FEELS FALLING!

like you said. all the feels.

ALL THE FEELS.

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:V

belated because i am a bad rp with a worse timezone, clearly ;o;

/holds close -- it's okay I passed out anyway!

and i get this just as i am about to i ui] /snuggles

everyone is so sleepy

I just have really bad sleep schedules like an old person

i'm an old person too with my sleeping schedule

why do sleeping schedules have to be such a pain omg

SERIOUSLY! WHAT IS SLEEP? IS IT SOMETHING TASTY?

I think I saw it on special once but i dunno I was looking at cake instead

cake is better than sleep, always

sleep goes off faster too, i find. STOCK UP ON CAKE NOT SLEEP sdkfhadj idk what im typing

typing glorious things

sflahksjg if it involves cake and sleep I GUESS IT'S PLENTY GLORIOUS U3U]

INDEED!!!