Have you heard of Idrila? I am one who follows them ardently, as a Knight of Beauty. If you ever wish to ask anything of me, I will gladly answer, and do my best to assist.
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The universe is filled with beauty. No matter where one is in the cosmos, this is a truth ingrained in existence itself. Therefore, I shall treasure every meeting between each and every beautiful soul I cross paths with.
[Sometime early in the week, Fray ended up in a situation that ended very poorly. The situation was "sparring" and now he's sporting a very nasty wound beneath his armor - as well as his armor itself sustaining a very rude cut down the chest. Oh well, he'll be able to fix that himself at some point, but fixing his own injury is a little beyond him without access to his magic... and so he's come here, to Argenti's door.
For a moment he stares at it as if deciding whether or not to do this. Asking for help doesn't come easily to Fray, just as it doesn't come easily to his student. He almost considers leaving and tending to this himself, as best he can, but a wave of pain hits him and leaves him nearly doubled over for a moment before he decides, no, he can't do this himself, and he needs help. So. Argenti it is.
Fray knocks on the door and raises his voice. Somehow, despite the pain, his voice is just as even as it always is.]
[ Argenti has been tending to his own business in his room at this time, fortunately! By that, we mean re-arranging some items, and occasionally giving praise randomly to the potted plant that has been there from the very beginning (it came with the room), but in essence he is not doing anything of real consequence. So, at the least, Fray's arrival is good timing.
It's a surprise — but a very pleasant one! Argenti hurries on over to the door and in his quickness almost rams into the door...haha, good thing that didn't happen. Imagine having to explain that to Fray! Anyway, the door opens slowly and carefully, even if he's tempted to slam it open with excitement. Because, he wants to help him! ]
[Ah, just what he expected of Argenti. That brightness is almost too much to bear, but there's a reason why he sought out the Knight of Beauty, so Fray steels himself against it.]
A sparring session of mine went... poorly. Very poorly.
[He brings up a clawed gauntlet to gesture to the front of his armor - you can easily see that it's been cut into with a sharp blade, and that the fabric underneath is stained even darker than the rest of his attire.]
I cannot tend to the injury alone, so I seek your help. You still have the supplies we gathered, I trust?
[Fray still has some but going to his room to get them seems... ill-advised in his condition.]
[ Well, Argenti is the type of person who definitely has a habit of taking action on his own, though it is also true he had help in cultivating the idea. Still, when he makes the offering, in a veritable place of worship, he isn't the type of person to act anything else other than respectful.
Though, he certainly isn't granting this goddess his true piety. All the same, he isn't the type to remain silent after the item is presented, as following that, he has a few words to impart. ]
Goddess Braphine, I have come before you now to make this offering and hope that it will prove to be satisfactory, as I wish to enter into a dialogue with you.
[ With that, he will simply await for a response. ]
[At first, nothing seems to happen. The table-like altar remains a solitary table faced towards the rest of the room, even if it's raised on a platform to showcase its importance as the seat of the Goddess herself, albeit with an ornate throne rather than the simple folding chairs scattered around the rest of the gathering hall.
But after a long moment of silence... something in the air changes. It no longer feels like the slightly dusty air of a largely abandoned hall of worship, but rather clear and strangely... charged, as if infused with some kind of energy.]
[And just like that, the throne is no longer empty - instead, a young woman sits primly upon it, golden hair to match the golden scepter in her hand, her eyes glowing in an unusual fuchsia hue.]
[Ushirono Fuyu is dead, at Argenti's hand, no less. It isn't exactly a surprise that Argenti's convictions have led them there - and given what Fuyu spoke about, it would seem that they had discussed such things before. Argenti decided the man needed to die, and that's all that Fray really needs to know.
Now it's time to deal with the aftermath.]
Come with me, Argenti. We need to get that looked at.
[He gestures to the mark on Argenti's face. That's more important than the dead man, in Fray's esteemed opinion - because Argenti is still alive, and that injury could worsen if not taken care of. It isn't nearly as bad as the one Fray received from Izou earlier, but in the immediate aftermath of... well, all of that, it's all Fray can think to do. Tend to the injured. Focus on the immediate problem. He can report what happened to Mina and possibly the goddess later, should it be necessary.
(Of course, Argenti can do those things as well, but it's in Fray's nature to worry - to tend to those who have earned his trust, to look out for those who are considered his, and there is no doubt at this point that his fellow knight is indeed "his".)
So without another word, Fray turns back toward the dorms. He's sure Argenti has questions for him as well - the truth he revealed was not a pretty one, nor one that even makes sense without some clarification - but there are more important things to attend to.]
[ Normally, such a mark on his face would have him fussing over it himself. But, he simply doesn't feel up to it and that is how it is. Starkly, Argenti doesn't feel regret, though he doesn't feel triumph either. ]
...Very well. Where? Back at the dorms?
[ Argenti tries to find his voice, blurts out words that seem silly, if only to say something. His mind registers that, well, Fray is here. Fray is still here, and...he is grateful for that. He's someone he's come to trust and to honestly care a good deal about. So, he's able to follow, ignoring the sting from the cut on his cheek. He's had worse.
He wonders if Fray has ever...no, he has a helmet on him all the time, doesn't he? He's curious about him, that secret, but Argenti wants to ask once they are where no one can overhear. ]
Truthfully, I wasn't expecting you to linger. Or...perhaps...
[ He pauses, trying to search for something. He thinks that once again he is grateful. Very grateful that Fray is here. If he wasn't, then...he doesn't know what he'd be doing right now. No, that's not right either. As he thinks on this, about Fray, he finally settles on something. ]
I am uncertain how to phrase this...my apologies. I dare to hope that it hardly isn't much trouble, however.
[ If Maika didn't storm out for the first meeting, the second certainly isn't going to catch her easily. There's information she wants — and it's easy for her to feel detached from all this, she's pretty sure. She's seen too much death and spent too much of her life angry to really perceive this as a difference.
There's something to be said for knowing how to be angry.
She wonders if it's a skill a knight ever has to learn. The frequency with which she can drive Corvin to distraction suggests maybe no. But after Argenti had kept his cool in the last meeting, she hadn't expected to see him storming off now. Probably plenty of the others will be along to check on him in short order. And yet...
Later, but not that much later, Maika spots her quarry as she prowls through the streets, a wolf with intent. Who needs scent and night vision when her target is that eyecatching? Apparently not caring how it looks to stalk and then sneak up on a probably unarmed and grumpy man, Maika lengthens her stride to slip between city residents and catch up to him from behind. ]
Cultivating anger into something productive is a lesson everyone needs to learn. But this level of rage doesn't exactly have...reasonable levels for him to curtail.
Argenti whips around when she comes up on him behind as he's thinking, Who else will try to control the narrative?
That along that his words and his general actions have amounted to nothing. That in their heads, people were always twisting his words, his intentions; but his lack of ability, his delusions, and failure is his own. They have to see it. All of them.
[ sent without expecting a reply tbh, but because joshua is joshua and he likes having the last (first) word, which wasn't something that could be done when argenti just WALKED OFF like that ]
[As everyone crowds around Soujuurou to make sure he's okay after All Of That, Fray takes a step back. The boy isn't injured, which is the most important thing, and the others will know how to help with his emotional wounds better than Fray could. So he's perfectly content to do the equivalent of holding up the walls while making sure that there's no more trouble for them to deal with. It seems unlikely, given they were deposited outside the Nekyia, but you never know.
It isn't long before he notices a certain redhead split off from the group, and Fray doesn't think twice about following. He's fully aware this could be a trap, but even here and now, even with Argenti still being under the thumb of this other god, Fray is willing to walk into danger for him. He wants to believe that this isn't a trap, but he'd be lying if he said he was perfectly relaxed following Argenti.]
...Argenti.
[Just his name, at first. He's waited until they're a good distance away from the others for multiple reasons. The first is that he doesn't want them to overhear anything he has to say to Argenti. The second is the vain hope that maybe he'll be able to get more information from the man if the others aren't around to hear it. Such a silly, sentimental thing almost isn't even worth noting.]
You're leaving, I take it.
[Back to... well, wherever it is he's going. Fray battles to keep the disappointment out of his voice. It's a fight he only barely wins.]
[ Yes, Argenti has no reason to stick around when the boy is clearly functioning and very much fine. Besides the fact that he is avoiding dogs, he thinks he has more or less spoken to most people he has seen there anyway, with the exception of a few. Still, tarrying does not suit the red head as he walks away, and he can tell that there is someone following him.
When they're indeed away from the others and Fray has spoken his name, Argenti stops walking. Then, he turns to face Fray. ]
...I am, yes.
[ A flicker of emotion emerges briefly in his eyes, but not because of any hesitation, he thinks. His expression is not quite as cold as it has been in front of everyone, though it is wrong to call it warm either. ]
You realize that following me on your own has its dangers, do you not?
[ Even so, Argenti steps closer to the man. Perhaps it is fortuitous that Fray followed him regardless. Though, he decides to ask the question nonetheless - for what reason, he hardly knows it himself. ]
[Sayaka had slept pretty hard following the conclusion of the palace; overextending one's self tended to do that, even if Sayaka wasn't entirely used to sleeping that hard. It did mean she ended up having to leave Argenti be even if she didn't want to; there was so much she wanted to talk about that she didn't have the chance to. So much she wanted to say and catch him up on, and she wanted to show him how she'd grown.
It made her extremely happy to save him. He was always one of the ones who had been so kind and caring towards her in the beginning, and Sayaka had always wanted to repay the favor to him. She doesn't know if all of the shouting she did in the palace was enough, but that means she can make up for it in other ways.
Case and point; when she's put herself back together and looks properly like herself again, she'll actually go and knock on the door to Argenti's room one evening.]
Argenti, are you there? It's Sayaka! I wanted to check in on you, if you're there!
[ Sayaka may have indeed left him at that time but considering everything and that he had help to his room later on, he didn't exactly mind.
So when she shows up, Argenti is sure to greet her brightly and happily all the same, opening the door with nothing less than a splendid amount of energy. There's nothing less than that, and he seems mostly back to his normal self. It isn't like Fray would let him overextend himself, either way. ]
I am doing well...or perhaps the key is better, is it not?
But, I assume you wish to have an opportunity to talk as well? How are you?
[ Immediately he's asking, because of course he is. He will step back. There is a chair in the room if she wishes to sit down. ]
it's been a weird occurrence all week, hasn't it? something as mundane as sleep eluding you, plunging you into the dream bubbles that you have heard or experienced for yourself over the course of the past two weeks.
this dream is different. this dream is not yours, and you are a visitor.
in the dream, joshua is there. he doesn't look quite the same as you know him. he looks older, a quiet observer. the other participants in the dream don't seem to notice that joshua is there, either. you are the only one who can see him.
what you can also hear is the conversation - between two teenaged-looking boys and a man with sunglasses.
"is it done? we survived seven days, we won the Game, we can go home now, right?"
"not quite. what if i told you that we could only send one of you home, instead of you both?"
"the fuck does that mean? wasn't it in the rules that if you won the Game you get to go back, right?!"
"He wills it so."
there is a dead, horrified silence.
"w-wait, you’re really only sending one of us back?"
"it's up to you."
the two boys look at each other. the first one swallows, clenches his fist and says in a rush, "i can't choose. i want it to be me but... it's--that's not fair. we did this together. so i guess i'm, i'm choosing him? i don't-- why are you making me choose?"
there's another silence, the man in sunglasses looking impassively at the second boy. waiting. joshua waits too, looking at all three of them.
"i can't... i can't do it either. i guess it's both of us or neither or something, i don't know. it's not fair. i want to go home but you can't ask me to kill my partner to make it happen, y'know."
joshua sighs. the other participants in the room don't seem to hear him, but you do, loud and clear. ]
A little weak, but it'll do. Send them both back. That is my judgment.
[ the man in the sunglasses then says: "... He is satisfied with your answers. so we are sending you both back home. well done."
[ Something about this unsettles him. Honestly, there has been something about Joshua that has been unsettling him for a long time now, and this does not help.
He tries to find an answer to the question but instead he just blurts out: ]
Why would I enjoy something like that?
What is this about 'your judgment'? ...What kind of Game were you sending people through?
[ The memories still are fresh in his mind, but he can't just let it all go unquestioned at the very least. ]
...Well, more odd than usual. He's been keeping his distance from the group and even stopped wearing the new clothes in favor of his old armor. His answers to the others are short and irritable and if anything, he seems intent on avoiding Argenti as much as he possibly can. Texts will go unanswered and he leaves his room at odd hours, returning only to the dorms when he has no choice but to sleep. He spends most of his time in the Nekyia fighting, and even when he isn't fighting, it seems like there's always a dull glow behind his eyes, like he's mere moments away from losing the last of his composure.
You probably already know what this looks like, having been on the other side of it.
You can find him in the Nekyia today, having just finished off a group of enemies. He's breathing hard, though doesn't seem to be all that injured; and with a cast of Diarama, he's certainly going to be just fine. Still, this may be your best shot at actually catching him, for once this week.]
Argenti at first wondered if he had gotten into an argument with someone or a couple someones when it initially began, only to notice that this continued even when it shouldn't have.
And it only seemed to worsen.
The signs are clear, but Argenti hasn't grown complacent. Allowing his dearly loved one to suffer without trying to speak to him, without trying to help, even if he knows it will be highly ineffective is...not something he's going to abide.
When he catches Fray in the Nekyia, he's hurrying on over to him. ]
Dearest Fray! There you are. I had been hoping to spend some more time with you.
...I believe you are overdoing it. How about we head back to the dorms together? I could cook something up for you, or we can simply back in each other's presence. It's been awhile since we have spent time in the company of one another.
[It's been some time since Argenti's palace and it's remained busy since, because the God of Conflict kept trying to torment them with something or other, whether it was dreamscapes or nightmares or something else. But you know what? All of that still not enough to change who Aaron is, which means he's still a hyper-competitive asshole.
Even if he had been talking to Argenti's Shadow, he was still quite serious about besting him at the ocarina, so he'd actually bought one so he could practice on it. And after a few weeks, he's apparently a master at it (thanks avrae???????) and he's ready to issue a challenge to Argenti.
Which is why he's here in their shared room, holding an ocarina.]
Hey, you've got some free time, right? I haven't forgotten what you said at your palace, so c'mon -- let's see who comes out on top.
[ Meanwhile, Argenti has been working hard or doing things that feel just right - for him - which is either training, or some kind of other potential preparation for what is to come. But, there are times wherein activities are far more... involved. ]
Of course I shall never shy away from a challenge.
...Though, I do recall how badly you played. I suppose my mind has committed that to memory.
But, very well. Let us see how you fare this time around!
[ He starts to play a tune! It sounds...remarkably shitty, wow! He plays it for some painful amount of minutes, before stopping. ]
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week 1
For a moment he stares at it as if deciding whether or not to do this. Asking for help doesn't come easily to Fray, just as it doesn't come easily to his student. He almost considers leaving and tending to this himself, as best he can, but a wave of pain hits him and leaves him nearly doubled over for a moment before he decides, no, he can't do this himself, and he needs help. So. Argenti it is.
Fray knocks on the door and raises his voice. Somehow, despite the pain, his voice is just as even as it always is.]
Argenti. I need your assistance with something.
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It's a surprise — but a very pleasant one! Argenti hurries on over to the door and in his quickness almost rams into the door...haha, good thing that didn't happen. Imagine having to explain that to Fray! Anyway, the door opens slowly and carefully, even if he's tempted to slam it open with excitement. Because, he wants to help him! ]
Yes? What is it you need help with?
I will be happy to provide you my assistance.
[ He doesn't even know what it is... ]
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A sparring session of mine went... poorly. Very poorly.
[He brings up a clawed gauntlet to gesture to the front of his armor - you can easily see that it's been cut into with a sharp blade, and that the fabric underneath is stained even darker than the rest of his attire.]
I cannot tend to the injury alone, so I seek your help. You still have the supplies we gathered, I trust?
[Fray still has some but going to his room to get them seems... ill-advised in his condition.]
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week 3 nebulous time prob thursday
Though, he certainly isn't granting this goddess his true piety. All the same, he isn't the type to remain silent after the item is presented, as following that, he has a few words to impart. ]
Goddess Braphine, I have come before you now to make this offering and hope that it will prove to be satisfactory, as I wish to enter into a dialogue with you.
[ With that, he will simply await for a response. ]
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But after a long moment of silence... something in the air changes. It no longer feels like the slightly dusty air of a largely abandoned hall of worship, but rather clear and strangely... charged, as if infused with some kind of energy.]
[And just like that, the throne is no longer empty - instead, a young woman sits primly upon it, golden hair to match the golden scepter in her hand, her eyes glowing in an unusual fuchsia hue.]
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[She laughs at the thought, a hand delicately covering her mouth as her not-so-delicate giggle fills the sanctuary.]
A commendable attempt! I accept your offering.
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week 3, after a certain incident
Now it's time to deal with the aftermath.]
Come with me, Argenti. We need to get that looked at.
[He gestures to the mark on Argenti's face. That's more important than the dead man, in Fray's esteemed opinion - because Argenti is still alive, and that injury could worsen if not taken care of. It isn't nearly as bad as the one Fray received from Izou earlier, but in the immediate aftermath of... well, all of that, it's all Fray can think to do. Tend to the injured. Focus on the immediate problem. He can report what happened to Mina and possibly the goddess later, should it be necessary.
(Of course, Argenti can do those things as well, but it's in Fray's nature to worry - to tend to those who have earned his trust, to look out for those who are considered his, and there is no doubt at this point that his fellow knight is indeed "his".)
So without another word, Fray turns back toward the dorms. He's sure Argenti has questions for him as well - the truth he revealed was not a pretty one, nor one that even makes sense without some clarification - but there are more important things to attend to.]
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...Very well. Where? Back at the dorms?
[ Argenti tries to find his voice, blurts out words that seem silly, if only to say something. His mind registers that, well, Fray is here. Fray is still here, and...he is grateful for that. He's someone he's come to trust and to honestly care a good deal about. So, he's able to follow, ignoring the sting from the cut on his cheek. He's had worse.
He wonders if Fray has ever...no, he has a helmet on him all the time, doesn't he? He's curious about him, that secret, but Argenti wants to ask once they are where no one can overhear. ]
Truthfully, I wasn't expecting you to linger. Or...perhaps...
[ He pauses, trying to search for something. He thinks that once again he is grateful. Very grateful that Fray is here. If he wasn't, then...he doesn't know what he'd be doing right now. No, that's not right either. As he thinks on this, about Fray, he finally settles on something. ]
I am uncertain how to phrase this...my apologies. I dare to hope that it hardly isn't much trouble, however.
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week 6, post Jordi meeting
There's something to be said for knowing how to be angry.
She wonders if it's a skill a knight ever has to learn. The frequency with which she can drive Corvin to distraction suggests maybe no. But after Argenti had kept his cool in the last meeting, she hadn't expected to see him storming off now. Probably plenty of the others will be along to check on him in short order. And yet...
Later, but not that much later, Maika spots her quarry as she prowls through the streets, a wolf with intent. Who needs scent and night vision when her target is that eyecatching? Apparently not caring how it looks to stalk and then sneak up on a probably unarmed and grumpy man, Maika lengthens her stride to slip between city residents and catch up to him from behind. ]
Somewhere to be in a hurry, Worldwalker?
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Cultivating anger into something productive is a lesson everyone needs to learn. But this level of rage doesn't exactly have...reasonable levels for him to curtail.
Argenti whips around when she comes up on him behind as he's thinking, Who else will try to control the narrative?
That along that his words and his general actions have amounted to nothing. That in their heads, people were always twisting his words, his intentions; but his lack of ability, his delusions, and failure is his own. They have to see it. All of them.
Especially Idrila. ]
...I am in no hurry. Why does it interest you?
[ His voice is cold; unwelcoming. ]
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un: lapetitprince ; week 6 text sometime after the post jordi-funeral meeting
People like me, hm?
Do you even know me that well?
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Well, Joshua gets no response. Hm. Strange! ]
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I know well enough.
People like you speak the same and act the same. That is all I need to know.
[ And then there will be radio silence from then on. ]
week 6, after soujuurou's wild ride
It isn't long before he notices a certain redhead split off from the group, and Fray doesn't think twice about following. He's fully aware this could be a trap, but even here and now, even with Argenti still being under the thumb of this other god, Fray is willing to walk into danger for him. He wants to believe that this isn't a trap, but he'd be lying if he said he was perfectly relaxed following Argenti.]
...Argenti.
[Just his name, at first. He's waited until they're a good distance away from the others for multiple reasons. The first is that he doesn't want them to overhear anything he has to say to Argenti. The second is the vain hope that maybe he'll be able to get more information from the man if the others aren't around to hear it. Such a silly, sentimental thing almost isn't even worth noting.]
You're leaving, I take it.
[Back to... well, wherever it is he's going. Fray battles to keep the disappointment out of his voice. It's a fight he only barely wins.]
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When they're indeed away from the others and Fray has spoken his name, Argenti stops walking. Then, he turns to face Fray. ]
...I am, yes.
[ A flicker of emotion emerges briefly in his eyes, but not because of any hesitation, he thinks. His expression is not quite as cold as it has been in front of everyone, though it is wrong to call it warm either. ]
You realize that following me on your own has its dangers, do you not?
[ Even so, Argenti steps closer to the man. Perhaps it is fortuitous that Fray followed him regardless. Though, he decides to ask the question nonetheless - for what reason, he hardly knows it himself. ]
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@hoshi
The date for the street performance has been decided!
We'll hold it on the 21st of this month
Please look forward to it!
[ Ai has recruited Kirumi to coordinate, and we can handwave they were in contact about the logistics! ]
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a few days post palace
It made her extremely happy to save him. He was always one of the ones who had been so kind and caring towards her in the beginning, and Sayaka had always wanted to repay the favor to him. She doesn't know if all of the shouting she did in the palace was enough, but that means she can make up for it in other ways.
Case and point; when she's put herself back together and looks properly like herself again, she'll actually go and knock on the door to Argenti's room one evening.]
Argenti, are you there? It's Sayaka! I wanted to check in on you, if you're there!
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So when she shows up, Argenti is sure to greet her brightly and happily all the same, opening the door with nothing less than a splendid amount of energy. There's nothing less than that, and he seems mostly back to his normal self. It isn't like Fray would let him overextend himself, either way. ]
I am doing well...or perhaps the key is better, is it not?
But, I assume you wish to have an opportunity to talk as well? How are you?
[ Immediately he's asking, because of course he is. He will step back. There is a chair in the room if she wishes to sit down. ]
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i lied, week 8 memshare/dreamshare
it's been a weird occurrence all week, hasn't it? something as mundane as sleep eluding you, plunging you into the dream bubbles that you have heard or experienced for yourself over the course of the past two weeks.
this dream is different. this dream is not yours, and you are a visitor.
in the dream, joshua is there. he doesn't look quite the same as you know him. he looks older, a quiet observer. the other participants in the dream don't seem to notice that joshua is there, either. you are the only one who can see him.
what you can also hear is the conversation - between two teenaged-looking boys and a man with sunglasses.
"is it done? we survived seven days, we won the Game, we can go home now, right?"
"not quite. what if i told you that we could only send one of you home, instead of you both?"
"the fuck does that mean? wasn't it in the rules that if you won the Game you get to go back, right?!"
"He wills it so."
there is a dead, horrified silence.
"w-wait, you’re really only sending one of us back?"
"it's up to you."
the two boys look at each other. the first one swallows, clenches his fist and says in a rush, "i can't choose. i want it to be me but... it's--that's not fair. we did this together. so i guess i'm, i'm choosing him? i don't-- why are you making me choose?"
there's another silence, the man in sunglasses looking impassively at the second boy. waiting. joshua waits too, looking at all three of them.
"i can't... i can't do it either. i guess it's both of us or neither or something, i don't know. it's not fair. i want to go home but you can't ask me to kill my partner to make it happen, y'know."
joshua sighs. the other participants in the room don't seem to hear him, but you do, loud and clear. ]
A little weak, but it'll do. Send them both back. That is my judgment.
[ the man in the sunglasses then says: "... He is satisfied with your answers. so we are sending you both back home. well done."
the dream fades, but joshua remains. ]
Did you enjoy the show?
[ he's addressing argenti directly now. ]
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He tries to find an answer to the question but instead he just blurts out: ]
Why would I enjoy something like that?
What is this about 'your judgment'? ...What kind of Game were you sending people through?
[ The memories still are fresh in his mind, but he can't just let it all go unquestioned at the very least. ]
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jfc joshua likes to monologue i'm sorry
HELP it's fine, Argenti deserves it because he yaps people's heads off in turn.
two different flavours of yapping......
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week 10
...Well, more odd than usual. He's been keeping his distance from the group and even stopped wearing the new clothes in favor of his old armor. His answers to the others are short and irritable and if anything, he seems intent on avoiding Argenti as much as he possibly can. Texts will go unanswered and he leaves his room at odd hours, returning only to the dorms when he has no choice but to sleep. He spends most of his time in the Nekyia fighting, and even when he isn't fighting, it seems like there's always a dull glow behind his eyes, like he's mere moments away from losing the last of his composure.
You probably already know what this looks like, having been on the other side of it.
You can find him in the Nekyia today, having just finished off a group of enemies. He's breathing hard, though doesn't seem to be all that injured; and with a cast of Diarama, he's certainly going to be just fine. Still, this may be your best shot at actually catching him, for once this week.]
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Argenti at first wondered if he had gotten into an argument with someone or a couple someones when it initially began, only to notice that this continued even when it shouldn't have.
And it only seemed to worsen.
The signs are clear, but Argenti hasn't grown complacent. Allowing his dearly loved one to suffer without trying to speak to him, without trying to help, even if he knows it will be highly ineffective is...not something he's going to abide.
When he catches Fray in the Nekyia, he's hurrying on over to him. ]
Dearest Fray! There you are. I had been hoping to spend some more time with you.
...I believe you are overdoing it. How about we head back to the dorms together? I could cook something up for you, or we can simply back in each other's presence. It's been awhile since we have spent time in the company of one another.
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end of week 11
Even if he had been talking to Argenti's Shadow, he was still quite serious about besting him at the ocarina, so he'd actually bought one so he could practice on it. And after a few weeks, he's apparently a master at it (thanks avrae???????) and he's ready to issue a challenge to Argenti.
Which is why he's here in their shared room, holding an ocarina.]
Hey, you've got some free time, right? I haven't forgotten what you said at your palace, so c'mon -- let's see who comes out on top.
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Of course I shall never shy away from a challenge.
...Though, I do recall how badly you played. I suppose my mind has committed that to memory.
But, very well. Let us see how you fare this time around!
[ He starts to play a tune! It sounds...remarkably shitty, wow! He plays it for some painful amount of minutes, before stopping. ]
Well?
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