solo_insanity | (no subject)

Akuma are easy. You just tell them what to do, yeah?

[He's not exactly pull away, though his eyes are trained on the other. The scars are something he'll have to deal with eventually.] Keep playing with those and they might grow on you sooner than you want.

Yes, but but sometimes they need careful watching.

[Stops but only so he can speak into his ear.] Oh? Think you can best me, do you?

The Earl said they always return to the darkest parts of themselves either way. A bad wolf is a dead one.

[He sneers a little in his direction.] It would be a long fight in which neither of us could touch each other for a while.

Did he say that? I can't recall.

[Pushing off him and heading toward the human tracks.] I have more tricks up my sleeve than that or have I not told you?

I don't think you know of it yet. It was when we were in the Exorcist Headquarters.

[From previous conversations, he recalls them talking on timelines. He'll following him now.] You haven't.

Ah, that's right. My memories and yours split a bit before then, didn't they?

Would you like an explanation or a demonstration?

That's right. It's why you dress the way you do now and how I dress as well. You end up in this. I personally think it helps not irritate the scars.

[They are clearly seen on his chest when he wears that long white man coat. Thankfully he'll go back to the old suit soon enough.] Demonstration would be easier, wouldn't it?

Oh, I have those scars as well. And more. I just don't like to show them.

And I have this fancy trick where I don't have to.

[He's going to switch forms. Hey, isn't that Lulu's gig. Probably why he's switching to that before leaning on his shoulder again.]

[He watches and blinks. Wait, that was Lulu's trick. So why did he have it?]

Isn't that something now. Just what makes you so lucky to get this?

[Slipping back into his own skin.]

I wouldn't call it luck. The rest were ... killed. I'm holding on to them until someone of worth comes to pick them up. I imagine I'll be waiting a while.

[His expression changes at that. He's not comfortable with knowing that knowledge, but that is how it happens.]

Oh. Definitely not luck. [He'll take the first steps forward to find the ones making the footsteps.]

[Trailing behind. Footsteps aren't that cold even if they'd not be quick about following.]

Care to share your thoughts on the matter? I have found that in this I am unique.

You are unique. Everyone but Skinn is present. [He doesn't mind him trailing behind. It's almost reassuring.]

But I can imagine what you might be feeling. On the station there are lots of the Order and none of us. We're alone.

Now that is what I normally hear. Better that way. [Footsteps get deeper and deeper into the ground, but they can't hear any civilization ahead.]

Mmmm. I find life to be better surrounded by non-Exorcists even if we are alone. They just seem to get in the way and make little opportunities for new friends.

[Not that he's speculating anything, but he's watching the footsteps get deeper and wonders if they are getting heavier or something.]

I would prefer it that way too. Even the beautiful women aboard or 'new friends' are so tightly closed and full of 'morales' they go without sex for months. A bit strange.

[Maybe. That might be why you are also sinking deeper into the mud if you aren't careful as you step.]

No sense of adventure for them? You'd think if the food and the housing was bad that could at least find ways to enjoy the company.

[Above them are also signs of buildings in the trees. Crude things really but not put there by nature's touch.]

[At least it would be easy to get out of it if it ever came to that. Surprised no one has considered them gods by now for simply walking on water.]

Not a single ounce of it, buddy. It's like they are as dry as well and not taking anything to help.

[Yes, it does indeed slosh off quite quickly only leaving a bit of a mud on one's shoes. And that is a surprise except that there are no people about.]

Well, I hope you found someone there who isn't of that mind. Else the nights must be very lonely indeed.

[The center of the 'town' will be reached. Still no one, but there is a huge bonfire in the middle where the smoke was coming from and a barrel of fruit near it. Above it is a pig on a stick slightly overcooked. Dozens and dozens of footprints head off into one direction.

Tyki wanders over and snags a pear.]

[Not to mention their powers keep them clean and dry most of the time, at least on the skin.]

I had someone but they recently died due to our clone sickness. [He was really fond of that girl, or as close as someone like him could get. He sniffs once he gets there and heads right towards the pig, poking it to check the skin. Just going to slip his hand inside for the tastier meat.] Hmm.

Ah. I had forgotten about that. And don't drop dead on me now. That would be awkward.

[Gives a new meaning to the words 'finger food'. A bit tough for being on the fire too long, but still good.

Tyki is going to come by and watch as he does that and eat his fruit.]

Only time I've ever gone even close is when I went comatose and that was a full memory update and a headache. Only once though. I've seen pests drop more than that. But dropping dead, not a chance.

[Doesn't it? Tyki isn't wearing gloves, so he'll get hands on it with, pulling it out and chewing on it. Yeah, a bit tough but good.]

Mm.

Honestly. That is more than a little unsettling.

[Just shakes his head with a grin.]

Would you like to at least take it off the fire?

I try not to think about it too much. If I do, I go off the deep end, especially when I think of Road.

[She's gone twice and both times it has hit him hard enough things turn sour fast. Especially the last one where she gave him her remaining time in that event when he was sleeping...]

Would be best. [It doesn't take much effort to pluck it free, and afix it to something else.]

[You need some quality Noah to stick around, man. Pauses as if going to say something, but dropping the subject. If the places were reversed, he wouldn't want to speak about it much either.]

[And just going to let you enjoy that finger food.]

You enjoy that as I take a look around the other houses. Unless you have any objections.

[Losing the Earl wasn't as hard as losing Road. He really would like it better if there was another Noah, even Cyril and his close contact.]

Hai, hai. Just don't go to far. [He's enjoying this finger food, ocassionally adding something sweet from the barrel to it to add to the flavor.]