| Opening Log

[shadowqueen]

Everyone's waking up at once, covered in bits of rubble, temporarily without abilities and with a lurking headache. The castle looms around them, irrepressibly gray, huge and silent. The only noises are the people, rustling as they extract themselves from their sarcophagi and look for exits along the arching walkways.

Better take a look around, and see if anyone else knows what's going on.

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[sagacity]

[Boo, always a critic.

Anyway, he would suggest talking with the people around them, but his immediate concern goes to Dynos' well-being. Which is a fairly ironic thought.]

You okay?

[angsts]

[No. Not okay at all.]

I don't need your pity.

[sagacity]

I can't exactly pity you when I'm unable to sympathize.

[Because, you know, he didn't go through that dying thing. Not that that's the real reason -- when it comes to the ever stubborn Dynos, he has to work around things extra persuasively.

What he can sympathize with is the head- and backache. Eugh.]

[angsts]

You know what I mean!

[sagacity]

Calm down. Getting angry isn't going to help.

[A beat.]

I say we look around. See if we can find someone else we know.

[angsts]

Tch...

[...]

Fine. But only because I want to know what's going on here.

[sagacity]

Of course. So let's get going and hear what they have to say.

[Except with more dead-ness. This is kind of unbelievably amusing when he thinks about it.]

[angsts]

[Muttering—]

... I can't believe I'm working with you, of all people.

[sagacity]

[Can this kid never play nice -- he'd joke about it being like old times, but that'd be in poor taste.]

It just means we'll get things done twice as fast.

[angsts]

[Yeah, don't joke about that to the dead kid, Serge.]

Considering it's you, I doubt that.

[sagacity]

[You can't tell him what to do.]

You could stand to have a little more faith in me, you know.

[angsts]

[Then do it, you jerk.]

Why should I? You're a slacker.

[sagacity]

[No, because you said to do it.

. . . and that sort of-kind of nickname is way too nostalgic, so he just rests a hand on his side and looks down. Oh, boy. What's he going to do with you?]

[angsts]

[...]

Hmph. Nothing to say to that?

[sagacity]

Well, it doesn't change the fact that you agreed despite knowing I slack.

[angsts]

[... Urge to kill him, rising—]

That's because there's no one else to work with.

[sagacity]

[So he's the last resort. s i g h ]

Figures.

Come on, let's go.

[angsts]

Why else would I work with you?

[sagacity]

Because you find me irresistible?

[angsts]

[STARE.

... Congrats, Serge, you might've just broken his brain there—though he recovers soon enough to scowl and storm off.







... He expects you to follow, by the way.]

[sagacity]

[YOU COULD HAVE SWOONED, DYNOS; HE WOULD HAVE BEEN OKAY WITH THAT.

But, muttering to himself:] Still can't take a joke.

[And then he's following suit, all right.]

[angsts]

[EW NO.

But muttering to himself too as he walks:]

Losing you was no great loss...