[OPEN] let's start a fight via netbook

[simplicitas]

[Good morning everyone who thought the netbooks were going to be used for something normal, Elsword woke up and chose violence today.]

I have some questions

Is a ceiling a wall?

Is the ocean soup?

Is water wet?

If tomato is a fruit, is ketchup a smoothie?

Thanks

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[sesa]

...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?

[simplicitas]

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,]

[sesa]

[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.

[simplicitas]

[...]

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,]

[sesa]

[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.

[simplicitas]

[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.

[sesa]

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.

[simplicitas]

[. . .

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—]

[sesa]

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.