sticksandbones | [OPEN] let's start a fight via netbook

Splendid. Any friend of Mizuki's is a friend of mine. We will get along just fine.

[Unless Elsword finds him annoying, in which case good luck]

Not in full depth just yet! He was in the company of a terrifying beast last we spoke, so that didn't come up. [Wait-] That surprises me little. At least he and I will be able to continue to hone our skills in gamertorial combat, even away from home.

[Have you seen the fucking freaks Elsword hangs out with it would be nearly impossible to get him to find anyone annoying.]

Whos the terrifying beast?? Most of the monsters stay in the forest. Did one get out?

He called it Moder. Are you familiar?

Oh yeah thats moose mom

She looks scary but she helped Mizuki Add and Ireen when they were in the forest. Shes the gardien of the forest so shes important. Like how zaleeya is the guardian of the grove

Thats the gargoyle on the roof by the way.

[THAT is not how you spell ANY OF THAT, ELSWORD]

[Meanwhile Sesa is taking furious notes on something that isn't this netbook and spelling everyone's names wrong, thank you Elsword-]

I see. Mizuki had been acting very personable with the creature, so I was inclined to trust his judgement, but...still.

[Moder is scary as fuck looking]

These entities. Do they protect us from this "creature" that lives in the Forest? The one that created the volcanoes?

Ummmmm

Zaleeya can cure corruption but only a little bit, youll have to talk to him about it because i dont really understand it that well. Its kind of like healing magic? Oh also he kills things very good. So kinda!

Moder is good at fighting too but the creature in the woods has the ability to corrupt stuff, and it corrupted her at one point. Luckily if you just beat people up enough they come back to life cured!!! Now shes on our side.

[.......yeah that really is how Elsword operates too, so this just makes sense to him.]

The corruption is really hard to explain over writing though

Basikly: The guardians are supposed to protect us and they do a good job but if we're not careful we can lose them too, I think, and they go back to being pawns of the creature. That can happen to us if we're corrupted too, so try not to do that.

[Okay so

Sesa is an idiot- a very smart idiot, but an idiot all the same- and he's not typically great sometimes at thinking before he says things. Or writes them. And in this case he doesn't initially realize how insulting it is to ask:]

I think speaking in person may be a better idea. Not that I haven't gotten the gist of course, but...who taught you? To read and write, I mean.

[It's fine because Elsword doesn't have the emotion "offended" unlocked yet—]

I don't really remember. Thats easier to explain in person too. Basikly I have amneesha.

[a

amnesia, buddy—]

[It takes him a few reads to get what he means, please hold.]

I see. Well...that's alright. It doesn't matter. I'll just come to talk to you, if that is alright? You said your house was by the river?

Yeah its south of the inn right against the river, so its hard to miss. The door is unlocked so you can just come in, but i'll be on the couch waiting for you!

[Sesa is about to figure out that Elsword is a lot less emotive in person.]

[Elsword did the same person who taught you to spell also teach you it's okay to just let strangers you met on the internet into your house]

I'll be there in just a few minutes.

[Sesa will take a moment to address other notes in his book, if there are any directed to him, before closing it and leaving it with the rest of his few things before he strikes out into the bitter cold. He hates being outside right now, because the ice seems to cut through into his bones somehow. He tries his best to ignore it though as he beats a path to Elsword's house, from the lab to the house he'd indicated. By the time he steps in he's covered in a light dusting of snowflakes, which he uses his claws to brush off his shoulders and arms.]

Hello? Elsword? I, Sesa of Sargon, have arrived.

[It's probably a good thing nobody from home can hear him say that.]

[Yeah he's just like this.

Anyway, on the couch is the home's owner, who is currently putting away his own notebook just as Sesa comes in. The fireplace is on, so the Vouivre is free to warm himself by it if he wants.

Elsword looks like what Sesa might have thought "a young Sankta" might look like, save for the fact his wings are not visible (but there's a mysterious ring floating behind him that could feasibly be that?). His general demeanor is more along the lines of Executor's, or even Passenger's — it's that air of subtle emotionlessness, the vacancy, that really gives it away. He doesn't even smile as Sesa comes in, though he waves and tries to look friendly.

There's also the matter of both of his arms being mega fucked up — the left is covered in burn scars, and maybe Sesa will remember Gnosis talking about disfigurement from that volcano; the right has turned almost entirely black, with spiralling black vines and white flowers growing out of his skin. Although his hair covers a lot of it, from some angles, it's easy to see that the right side of his face and neck both have black veins reaching almost to his eye. He might....... be in a bad state. It's fine, he's fine.]

Hi. Do you want anything to eat while you're here?

[Be nice to your house guests before you drop a lore bomb on them, right? Right.]

[It...is not what he's expecting to see, walking through that door. Not just the emotionless way he carries himself, but the extent of his wounds, his disfigurement...it leaves Sesa feeling uneasy. And while he blurted shit on the notebook about his education, he knows better than to immediately ask "What happened" upon setting foot into someone else's house.

Instead, he carefully closes the door behind him and makes an immediate bee-line for the fireplace, visibly trembling as he goes. He hates this, usually he's more capable in harsh climates, but this seems...completely untenable, for him.]

I am fine, but thank you. To be able to warm my weary form by your fireplace is more than enough for the time being.

[He exhales on a deep sigh, holding out his hands towards the flames and rubbing them together for a moment before looking back to Elsword. It's so strange, he was so...exuberant over text. Or at least, he seemed to be.]

I hope I haven't intruded on your quiet time.

[Elsword does not have the same social graces that others might have, and curiously leans over from his spot on the couch to fix Sesa with those big, albeit empty, red eyes of his. Sesa looks a lot like Master Denif... but he's also trying to commit the man to memory, now that he has a face with the name. Red hair, dragonlike features, big and tall and a bit intimidating...]

I live with four other people. [~~about to be three because Chung is going to be dead by next month~~] There usually isn't quiet time, it's just everyone else is out right now. And... I don't like being alone anyway.

[He doesn't do well if left on his own. If he were the last person in the world, he'd go insane from solitude, not to mention his amnesia.]

...are you a dragon?

Aaah, I understand. The burdens of solitude...to only have oneself as your only friend and accompaniment. It is not a life most can lead.

[I'm sorry. He talks like this. ALSO CHUNG DONT DIE???

His tail swishes behind him as he continues rubbing his hands together, and it's only when he glances back over his shoulder that he realizes Elsword is staring at him with those big ol eyes. Okay Sesa, be cool. Be a Perfect Role Model. You're being observed.]

I am Vouivre. Just like you are Sankta.

[So. Yes.]

[Nods... Vouivre is another word for Dragon... so valid king. (These are not what these words mean Elsword.)]

Cool. I know a dra...um. Vouivre. Back home. His face is a bit fuzzy in my memory, but he has horns and a tail like you do.

[Nods to himself like... Denif might as well be a faceless blue blob at this point, but Elsword can at least recall his name. It sucks that people fade from his memory if they aren't around, though.]

...but you came here to talk about stuff, right? About corruption and the Guardians?

[After a moment, Sesa decides it's better to just kneel in front of the fire. He is...oddly not really getting warm at all, so he doesn't think he'll be going anywhere for a while as it is. Sorry Elsword he might just live in front of your fireplace now.]

Do you? I have several acquaintances back at Rhodes who are also Vouivre, though at times I feel like we could not be more different.

[When, in reality, it's Sesa who is the weird one. He inclines his head though, after saying that.]

Yes. I would like to know as much as I can, to adequately prepare myself. Though I do not expect you to simply tell me everything all at once...so, hm. What more can you tell me of the Guardians? Are there others?

[That's what it's there for.]

Moder said there were more, but we haven't found them yet. There's one at the lake, but we can't reach that because of the fog wall. And there's the River Guardian that's a big fish. It's what put fish in the river for us to eat, so you have to bring the bones back and say "thanks" every time you eat something from it.

[No idea why, that's just how things are. When someone tells you to say "thank you", you say "thank you" god dammit.]

We have to "save" them, or that's been the trend so far. Me and someone who isn't here anymore worked to save the River Guardian. Mizuki saved Moder. And then all of us banded together to save Zahliya. The first two were corrupted by the creature in the forest and were doing its bidding, but Zahliya is immune to it, so he was fighting for centuries alone beyond the fog wall. That's what he said, anyway.

[Elsword kind of gets it. He'd do the same thing for the people he cares about.]

With the River Guardian and Moder, we, uh... had to fight and kill them, and they resurrected eventually. Zahliya just needed a ritual to be summoned from the fog since he couldn't get out of it. I guess the other Guardians might be similar, where we have to probably fight them and kill them. ...that's what's worked so far, anyway. I don't know if anyone has any better ideas.

[Sesa listens. And as Elsword explains- the big fish, Moder, Zahliya- his expression becomes more and more grave. Because...this is how it is everywhere, isn't it? You don't achieve peace or a solution through non-action. You can't pacifist your way to resolution. Instead of Reunion, it's fighting monsters. Beasts waylaid by Corruption.

He's just not sure if the fact that they resurrect eventually makes him feel better or worse about the idea. It isn't as if the Reunion members who died by his hands ever had a chance to talk back.]

I will be honest with you, Elsword. I don't enjoy fighting. And I enjoy killing even less. But it is as you say. It's working...and no one has a better idea. I suppose these beasts would have killed you had you not fought back. Am I correct?

The River Guardian and Moder, yeah. I mean, they sure did try, and a lot of other monsters in the forest want us to die. ...but if you don't like fighting, you don't have to. My role back home was to stick up for people who couldn't fight for themselves or didn't want to, so I don't mind taking on that role for you.

[The Shopkeeper and Trader don't fight, either, and that's just how it is. Elsword won't fault anyone for not joining in on a battle if they're uncomfortable with it.]

I...appreciate that. I do.

[Especially since, at the moment, they're still barely just acquaintances. That said...Sesa looks towards the flames, watching the shadows dance around where he's sitting.]

But I couldn't ask you to do that for me. It isn't as if I don't fight...there is plenty of fighting to be done back home. And if you don't, those you care about will suffer. And I cannot allow that to happen.

I just prefer not to.

...mm, yeah, I think I get it. I don't prefer fighting either, not when you can talk to someone and come to an understanding, but a lot of times people don't want to talk. A lot of times, they attack you first.

But I draw the line at things that are truly evil, like the thing in the woods. [He holds his right arm out, running his fingers over the black vines. The exit points for the vines themselves look painful and red and raw, but if Elsword feels anything, he's not making it obvious.] I have to kill that thing, because it's taken too much from me. Sorry, but I'm not going to try to reason with something like that.

...I understand.

[More than Elsword knows. Out of one fire and into another, it seems.

Sesa sighs, folding one arm across his knee.]

I didn't want to impose on something personal, before. We've only just met, after all. But I can tell you have a good heart.

Are you...okay?

Yeah, I'm okay. You don't have to worry about me.

[...and then he frowns, no longer wearing that solidly stoic look anymore but truly frowning, with his brow scrunched and his eyes elsewhere.]

...Mizuki said I had to stop saying that, though. I'm alive so far, and maybe that's all that matters. [Is it, though?] This is all from that "corruption" I was talking about. I fought something called the Warden and smashed it to bits, but the Forest retaliated against me and planted some sort of thing in my arm. It's been growing since April. Sometimes I can't use this arm properly, or it freezes up on me or hurts so badly that moving it is impossible. Sometimes I have nightmares when I never used to dream at all, and lately I hallucinate stuff like voices in my ears.

I guess by any other definition, I'm not really okay, but I don't want to burden others with fretting over me. So... I'm okay.

[no,]

[Oh. Oh this poor boy.

It's not hard for Sesa to imagine what Elsword has been through to get him to this point. Not just down to the corruption he can see with his own eyes, but...whatever other horrors this place has forced him to deal with. Sesa has only been here a handful of days in comparison. He knows nothing.

And yet, he knows that urge to hold on to your problems, so as not to burden others. He has so much he's kept to himself, after all. No one...even knows who he is, not really.

He sighs, fixing Elsword with sharp, red eyes.]

I think not telling people about what is bothering you isn't going to keep them from fretting about you. Not if they truly care. It just may make them fret less.

[There's a moment where he goes silent, lifting a hand to rub at the back of his neck. Does...he really have any business, advising him? He just sort of appeared here, and now he's in Elsword's house. He doesn't have any authority to tell him how to live, not when he knows he wouldn't be taking his own advice all that well. Maybe it's because Mizuki intervened. He lives here, and they seem close...which makes Sesa feel equally as protective, despite not knowing him all that well.]

I've just met you, and I don't want to see you suffering. So I cannot imagine what your more long-lived friends would think.

[OPEN] let's start a fight via netbook

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