|& 02 - audio ||

[infernaldork]

[Silence is golden, or the inevitable result when a fifteen year-old social recluse (by design, not choice) realises he might have a whole network of people listening to him

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[shineonwater]

... Who are you talking to?

[It's so hard to tell, over these radios. He sounded almost like he was trying to insult someone, but Aqua has no idea what any of those words mean.]

[infernaldork]

I was trying to reach my sister.

['Trying' being the operative word here.]

She's the fighter, so I guess I expected they would bring her here quickly.

[shineonwater]

There doesn't seem to be much sense to who they summon.

But she may show up. My friends did.

[But then, they usually show up around or about wherever she is.]

What's her name?

[infernaldork]

[That's reassuring, in that half measure sort of way.]

I'm glad for you.

[Eliot says it to be polite, but it's clear his heart's not really in it.]

My sister? Her name's Fiona.

[shineonwater]

[That was not the best comfort she should have offered. But in her defense, she tries to make amends.]

I'll look out for her.

[Or listen, rather.]

I'm Aqua.

[infernaldork]

[That pulls him out of it a bit and he has a bit more than manners in his tone next.]

Thanks. I appreciate it.

I'm Eliot.

[shineonwater]

It's nice to meet you.

[Though they haven't met and it's been more awkward than nice.]

You aren't a fighter then?

[infernaldork]

[That's a hallmark of talking with one of the Post twins, no two ways about it. Awkward is as awkward does - and they do it so well.

Eliot almost laughs and its a self-deprecating sound that sneaks out instead.]

Not in a million years. You should see me - I'd be dead in a fistfight.

[Oh, he wishes he had a bit more in the badass department, but no.]

[shineonwater]

Well, so far the things we've had to fight don't have fists.

[Optimism: Clearly not her forte.]

I'm sure you could at least find something to use to defend yourself.

[Why is it that there seem to be more defenseless innocents summoned than actual fighters?]

[infernaldork]

I doubt things'll stay that simple.

[A bit of teenage sarcasm fuelled by experience. First trial? Hundreds of rats and Sobek. Second? Pyromaniacal Prometheus. It was a step up even before he (accidentally) brought the carnival to life - literally.

Still, there's a bit of a sigh. It's the frustration of someone denied something they had just gotten used to.]

It wouldn't be so bad if I could use my violin.

[shineonwater]

[She frowns. Of course things won't stay that simple. They never do, it seems. But she is trying to be helpful and he is... Acting his age. Well at least he couldn't see her frowning.

His last comment catches her off guard.]

What's wrong with your violin?