[OPEN] let's start a fight via netbook

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[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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[...]

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.

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[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.

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[. . .

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.