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[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.

[...]

Everyone from Rhodes Island says that to me. [MAYBE BECAUSE YOU HAVE A FUCKING PROBLEM MY GOOD BITCH.] I'm not good at accepting help, and I don't want to be the cause of others' concern, but...

I guess there's no helping it at this point, huh? I already have amnesia. ...it's not caused by the corruption, by the way, it's just something from home. A lot of my life is gone from my memories, and more stuff fades every day. I'm trying not to forget the people here, too. But the Trader, uh, Ydalir, she's given me a way to help with that.

[Even if sometimes it doesn't entirely stick, like the fact he can't remember the face or name of the person who he freed the River Guardian with.]

At least you don't have to fret over that much. [No, that's still concerning,]

[Yeah, no, it's definitely still concerning. But...Sesa isn't going to keep harping on Elsword about it, either. It's clear he understands the problem, and it would be hypocritical of him to be like "maybe you should just talk to people" because, lol. If it were that easy maybe Sesa would also have less problems, and he can talk to people, it's just usually complete nonsense when he does.

But right now he doesn't have anyone to impress. It's hard to read what Elsword is thinking just going on his expressions alone, but when he talks...Sesa feels like he understands a bit more. And the more he explains, the worse he realizes it is.]

That is one way of keeping memories alive, you know. Talking about them.

[Sharing them, passing them on so even if you forget, someone else may not.]

I'm sure I'm a broken record at this point, but that is just how we are at Rhodes. We're like a big family there. [Some would vehemently disagree. Sesa...well. He has no other family left, so.] I suppose what I am saying is that...it sounds like you have friends here. Mizuki, Gnosis, Irene...and the others. And now me, too.

[Sesa gets up, his boots thudding on the wood floor as he makes his way over to where Elsword sits on the couch so he can place a hand on his shoulder.]

There may not be a way to leave, and we may be forced to fight insurmountable odds here. But you won't be doing it alone. Burdening us, or making us concerned for you, should be the least of your worries.

[Elsword regards the shoulder-pat with zero face emotions, but he really does appreciate it.]

...yeah. I'm trying. The Elsword of two months ago wouldn't have even told you that he wasn't fine. [The Elsword of today kind of tried and failed that.] I'm glad I can call you a friend too, heh. If you ever need anything, I'll be there, so just say the word.

Hah, well...if you could make it any less cold, I would be eternally in your debt.

[He's fucking dying bro.]

The nighttime can grow bitterly cold in the deserts of Sargon, but this...I have never experienced cold weather this severe. Even beside the fire, I feel as if I am encased in ice.

[. . .

Elsword suddenly springs up from the couch.]

I have stuff to make hot chocolate. Hold on.

[He doesn't even ask if Sesa likes hot chocolate, he simply gets up and goes into the kitchen... Which, isn't a full room away by the way, it's just separated from the living room by way of a large kitchen island. This is an open floorplan, y'see.]

Do you want whipped cream and marshmallows in yours??

[bro ask if he

Ask if he wants hot chocolate in the first place—]

Ah-

[Oh, no, he's already up before Sesa can say anything. He watches as Elsword just suddenly zips off, shifting to rest a hand on his hip. He's still shivering, by the way.

...not going to lie though, a warm drink would be nice right now. That tea Gnosis made for him helped a lot then, too, even if the warmth was fleeting. And who is he to turn down someone else's hospitality?

The edge of his mouth quirks upward as he shakes his head slightly.]

That would be just fine. Thank you, Elsword.

[OPEN] let's start a fight via netbook

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Im crying I accidentally deleted this notif when I was clearing my notifs why do I do this

askjfhsjdkfh and this kids is why i don't tag out my emails-

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