castleinthemist | 01; open

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[Trying doors until one opens is tedious work. His old hands are throbbing. (No, really, don't give him that pitiful look.) But his efforts aren't in vain; Serge grins when a room finally allows him entrance, only to arch a brow at the decidedly bare and boring interior. The one thing that manages to sustain his attention is the smartphone, which he pockets. He figures he can take it. It doesn't look like anyone has been living there, much less own anything in it.

He doesn't stay for long. There isn't much to see. Not even a place to clean . . . After that sarcophagus business, he feels gross.

Then he's at the spring, and it's hardly an encouraging sight. Stepping inside, Serge sighs.]

Are they serious? I know communal baths used to be a thing, but that's in the past!

[ . . . Maybe he can get a nice view or two in the future. Provided they're nothing like Leslie, he's sure he'll be safe. Hopefully. Oh, who's he kidding; this is silly.

He pulls the smartphone out.]

What am I supposed to do with this, anyway?

[He manages to boot it up -- wow, it has his name. That means it's his, right? And it even has a list of other names. He recognizes a few. Serge proceeds to mess with someone while tapping his foot expectantly. And then some.]

( ooc: You can catch him at any part of the post! If you want Serge to call your character, let me know or hit up his phone post. He's hitting up names that sound like those of girls, but that doesn't mean his judgment is foolproof, or that he didn't click the wrong name, or that he didn't decide to diversify. )

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[Giving up already!?]

We came this far. There has to be something!

Then why don't you try something?

Want me to dance?

[...

And then Dynos just stares at him with an expression that suggests that he would rather die than see that.]

[ . . . ]

It won't kill you.

... You're an idiot.

I think you've managed to call me that at least once every day.

What's so stupid about dancing?

[THAT'S A JOKE, DON'T KILL HIM.]

The reminder is needed, apparently.

[... STARE.

ARE YOU SERIOUS, SERGE.]

[ . . . asking these questions is starting to make him feel dumb. He's way past his stupid-remark-quota. So, shrugging.]

How about I cast a spell at the spring?

If I can cast Magic Shell first.

[Think fast!]

Thundering waves, drown them all!

[One round of Liquid Howl bursts somewhere near Dynos. Even if Dynos fails to defend, it's aimed such that at the most he'd just be soaking wet.]

[asldkjasldsa CASTING—]

Everla—

[Except alskdjasdsa soaked. He scowls, before finishing the spell, because he might as well, really.]

Everlasting darkness, protect!

[SCOWLING AT SERGE THOUGH.]

[Straightening, Serge only grins. That can't help you now, boy.]

Looking clean, Dynos!

[alsdkjasdasda HE REALLY WISHES HE COULD JUST. TAPE YOUR MOUTH SHUT OR SOMETHING. TRY CASTING MAGIC THEN.

Also, it would be nice if you were dead.]

You... I swear, I'll kill you!

[HE HAS KNIVES, HE'LL SHRED THE TAPE.

And no.

But he has to get in a short laugh before he settles down.]

Kill me, huh? You think that's fair?

Does it look like I care about this being fair?

Calm down, Dynos. It's just water.

You didn't have to drench me!

You have to admit that it's better than being hit directly by the spell.

You could've let me finish casting—or did your brain not realize that fact?

That would have taken away from the thrill of the moment. Anyway, you almost got your barrier up, so it isn't as though you've lost your edge. I just took you by surprise.

[...

YEAH WELL.

Dynos appears to be taking that in... before he suddenly makes a fist and shooting a pulse of energy at Serge.

B(!!!]

[Yes, well.]

Ow!

[Serge is relatively fast, but at their proximity, he can only blink before the energy pulse meets its target at one of his shoulders. Cringing back, he nearly loses his balance with a sharp yelp. He rubs his wounded shoulder.]

No mercy, huh . . .

I was merely returning the favour. Did I take you by surprise?

Yeah, and instead of being wet I'm in a world of pain. Some favor this is.

I don't even know anymore. :c

this is so confusing.

I live to confuse us, apparently.

... sounds accurate.

and what about you. what do you do for us?

uh.

um.

er.

ah.

oh.

eee.

aaa.

uuu.

mrrr.

. . . what is that.

i don't know.

explain yourself.

but i don't know...

how can you not know . . .

idk instinct.

what kind of instinct is that.

the kind that comes from spending time with you.

. . . I can't argue against that.

yeah that's right.

NO.