Wretched, Weddings, Junkies and Guns
*The handwriting is loopier than usual, and from the looks of the wavering lines, the author should have given ruled paper a try.*
Apparently Kelenth is getting married. He adopted a kid. I didn't know that.
He asked me about Shias. He got distracted. Gave me this thing to keep in contact with him. Press this button to talk, this one to... Something, I forget, speakers on the side, don't touch the button with the skull.
I really want to press the one with the skull.
But there was no time, because I was late to make a payment.
Snuck through the ruins. Seem to be frozen in time out there, it doesn't look any different. The front door wasn't locked, I got into the basement, put the first payment on the table, then he told me to show myself.
Of course he would be down there. I hoped he would be.
Had a little something to calm my nerves. Had to be in control, had to be calm, had to get the point across, had to not start twitching, stuttering, yelling, none of that. Couldn't be scared. So I had a little something to calm my nerves.
Think I overshot it.
I can't remember exactly what I told him.
I told him they get worse. The growths. He didn't want to believe me. Shut up and listened when I threatened to take off my shirt and show him. He started listening then. I told him how to slow it down.
Rationing. Scheduling. Consistency.
And to get the hell out of there.
You live in the ruins, you're as good as lost. He didn't want to leave. I can understand that. I would hate to leave my home, if it was all I had left. Last solid reminder of memories, from when things were good.
No, I would. I left mine before I even had any reason to be nostalgic.
I'm not really that nostalgic.
I get why he doesn't want to leave, but he has to. I told him to get on it. For mana, he needs to stick to one source. No fel magic, arcane only. The crystals I used to get, they were all about the same. Same amount, stable, not prone to explosions, pure arcane energy, untainted. He started to bitch about that. Can't remember how I got him to stop. Probably talked over him.
He says he'll look for a new place, but doesn't know where to start. I'm holding him to it. Not that I really know where he can go. But living in the ruins? He might as well done for.
I don't want to deal with Leissa again. She was fine when she was my supplier, but I can't tell her why I stopped buying them. She probably thinks I found a new supplier, she'll be pissed when I go find her.
Heads up some of the efforts to clear the Wretched out of the ruins. Crooked racket she's got going. Sell crystals to folks on the way to joining them, sell them to the more sane of the wretched... Not directly, of course. She'd never be seen with them. Price is steep.
She probably thinks that I found a new supplier. She'll be pissed.
I'll bring her a new customer now, though, I suppose. She knows to keep her mouth shut. She's in too deep, got no other options.
We'll see how he's doing when I get the first crate for him. I'm only paying for this one myself, though. We'll have to work something out. I can't afford this shit anymore.
I think he listened. He stopped being angry, started sounding scared.
I had a gun. It probably helped.
It was a dark basement. Couldn't see too well, without my glasses. Silhouette of a skinny elf, shock of white hair, desperate, bulging eyes in the dark. And me walking towards it trying to talk nice and tell it stuff it doesn't want to hear. Deja vu.
But I learn. I brought a gun this time. That probably helped.
Told Shias Kel's getting married. Said that's why I was out so late. I think he gave me a funny look for a second, but then started talking about the wedding. He's asleep now. I'm so tired, this stuff usually puts me to sleep, but I can't sleep. I'm sitting up on the porch and wondering why the damn clouds are always pink.
I really, really want to press the skull button.
Apparently Kelenth is getting married. He adopted a kid. I didn't know that.
He asked me about Shias. He got distracted. Gave me this thing to keep in contact with him. Press this button to talk, this one to... Something, I forget, speakers on the side, don't touch the button with the skull.
I really want to press the one with the skull.
But there was no time, because I was late to make a payment.
Snuck through the ruins. Seem to be frozen in time out there, it doesn't look any different. The front door wasn't locked, I got into the basement, put the first payment on the table, then he told me to show myself.
Of course he would be down there. I hoped he would be.
Had a little something to calm my nerves. Had to be in control, had to be calm, had to get the point across, had to not start twitching, stuttering, yelling, none of that. Couldn't be scared. So I had a little something to calm my nerves.
Think I overshot it.
I can't remember exactly what I told him.
I told him they get worse. The growths. He didn't want to believe me. Shut up and listened when I threatened to take off my shirt and show him. He started listening then. I told him how to slow it down.
Rationing. Scheduling. Consistency.
And to get the hell out of there.
You live in the ruins, you're as good as lost. He didn't want to leave. I can understand that. I would hate to leave my home, if it was all I had left. Last solid reminder of memories, from when things were good.
No, I would. I left mine before I even had any reason to be nostalgic.
I'm not really that nostalgic.
I get why he doesn't want to leave, but he has to. I told him to get on it. For mana, he needs to stick to one source. No fel magic, arcane only. The crystals I used to get, they were all about the same. Same amount, stable, not prone to explosions, pure arcane energy, untainted. He started to bitch about that. Can't remember how I got him to stop. Probably talked over him.
He says he'll look for a new place, but doesn't know where to start. I'm holding him to it. Not that I really know where he can go. But living in the ruins? He might as well done for.
I don't want to deal with Leissa again. She was fine when she was my supplier, but I can't tell her why I stopped buying them. She probably thinks I found a new supplier, she'll be pissed when I go find her.
Heads up some of the efforts to clear the Wretched out of the ruins. Crooked racket she's got going. Sell crystals to folks on the way to joining them, sell them to the more sane of the wretched... Not directly, of course. She'd never be seen with them. Price is steep.
She probably thinks that I found a new supplier. She'll be pissed.
I'll bring her a new customer now, though, I suppose. She knows to keep her mouth shut. She's in too deep, got no other options.
We'll see how he's doing when I get the first crate for him. I'm only paying for this one myself, though. We'll have to work something out. I can't afford this shit anymore.
I think he listened. He stopped being angry, started sounding scared.
I had a gun. It probably helped.
It was a dark basement. Couldn't see too well, without my glasses. Silhouette of a skinny elf, shock of white hair, desperate, bulging eyes in the dark. And me walking towards it trying to talk nice and tell it stuff it doesn't want to hear. Deja vu.
But I learn. I brought a gun this time. That probably helped.
Told Shias Kel's getting married. Said that's why I was out so late. I think he gave me a funny look for a second, but then started talking about the wedding. He's asleep now. I'm so tired, this stuff usually puts me to sleep, but I can't sleep. I'm sitting up on the porch and wondering why the damn clouds are always pink.
I really, really want to press the skull button.