[Phoenix is back to normal, and his injuries are gone as though they had never been. That would be disconcerting enough as it is, but the memories are still fresh and clear
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[Audio // Common]ecopiracyMarch 9 2010, 05:41:28 UTC
You don't have to- I'm perfectly all right, your majesty.
[But they might as well meet somewhere.]
I'm in my room on deck 11, number 2399.
[Which was actually where he'd found the armor, tucked on the other side of his bed for reasons Phoenix couldn't even begin to explain. How in the world had they ended up there? Thank you, MS Elegante.]
[The door is answered fairly promptly. No wait while he hobbles in pain, no wince on his face when he opens the door, and no bandages anywhere in sight. He wasn't lying when he said he was all right.
He is, however, still feeling very awkward.]
King Damas. Please, come in.
[The armor is on his table. It was just a little too much and too bulky for Phoenix to carry when he went to answer the door.]
They disappeared when I returned to the age I am. But thank you. For your concern.
[He leads Damas into his room, taking him straight to the table. The room itself is relatively neat, not counting the multiple papers with hand written notes, drawings, and maps lying on every surface.]
[He thinks he recalls what Damas was wearing when he died. If he sees them, he'll collect them and let Damas know.
He hesitates now, not knowing what else to say. They were acquaintances before, two men who'd held somewhat different views on ruling and command. But now there's a part of him that's still sixteen years old that very much looks up to this man. It's... awkward, to say the least.]
Phoenix. It is good to hear your normal voice. What is it you've found?
[He'll come to you, Phoenix. He doesn't want you messing with the injuries he's sure you still have.]
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I've found your armor.
[It's very distinctive armor, and he's certain he's never seen anyone else with anything even remotely like it.]
Where are you?
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[Why was he out of bed long enough to find the armor in the first place?]
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[But they might as well meet somewhere.]
I'm in my room on deck 11, number 2399.
[Which was actually where he'd found the armor, tucked on the other side of his bed for reasons Phoenix couldn't even begin to explain. How in the world had they ended up there? Thank you, MS Elegante.]
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[True to his word, in about four or five minutes, there is a knock at Phoenix's door.]
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He is, however, still feeling very awkward.]
King Damas. Please, come in.
[The armor is on his table. It was just a little too much and too bulky for Phoenix to carry when he went to answer the door.]
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Your injuries...
[He's searching Phoenix for them, he's finding none.]
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[He leads Damas into his room, taking him straight to the table. The room itself is relatively neat, not counting the multiple papers with hand written notes, drawings, and maps lying on every surface.]
And you are well yourself?
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I am well, yes. I had no damage from my... from the injuries I sustained yesterday, when I woke up. Though I returned to this age afterwards.
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[He looks at the armor, then glances at Damas, hesitating.]
Thank you, again, for what you did for me. Things would have gone much worse for me, I imagine, if you had not been there.
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You are welcome, Phoenix.
[Well, he's not begging to repay him. Yet.]
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Is there anything else I can do for you at the moment?
[It's not a request to repay his debt, just simple manners.]
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[It sounds rather blunt. He picks up the gauntlets.]
But, I must thank you. These are family heirlooms. I would be most disappointed to have lost them.
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Is there anything else you are missing? If you describe it, I'll keep a sharp eye out.
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[He's wearing the Seal of Mar outside his shirt for once. He unconsciously puts a hand on it, and then continues putting the gauntlets on.]
If they are on the ship, I will find them.
[By which he means, he doesn't care if you search for them or not-- he'll be looking.]
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He hesitates now, not knowing what else to say. They were acquaintances before, two men who'd held somewhat different views on ruling and command. But now there's a part of him that's still sixteen years old that very much looks up to this man. It's... awkward, to say the least.]
I suppose I shall see you around, then?
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