So does this mean no more stabbing :D? [Completed]
Characters: Ivan and Karst
Content: An apology and some information is exchanged.
Setting: PIMP~
Time: probably after this thread.
Warnings: none, remarkably!
isaacmustdie: -this button do?
isaacmustdie: Oh... hello.
OneLastWindSeer: Hello?
OneLastWindSeer: .. is this who I think it is?
isaacmustdie: ... I don't think I'm too impressed, either.
isaacmustdie: ... ...
OneLastWindSeer: What do you want?
isaacmustdie: Just exploring. What are you doing? I haven't heard much from you...
OneLastWindSeer: You expected to?
isaacmustdie: I thought it would be wise to keep tabs on a supposed enemy.
isaacmustdie: We are still enemies.
OneLastWindSeer: Beg your pardon, but that's not really great incentive for me to tell you what I'm doing.
isaacmustdie: Consider it an exchange of information, then?
isaacmustdie: ... Come to think of it...
isaacmustdie: You've seen more than I have, both this world and Weyard.
isaacmustdie: Is there a Southern race where young adults have white hair?
OneLastWindSeer: What?
isaacmustdie: I was talking with a white-haired young man. It seemed... strange, since most white-haired people are old.
OneLastWindSeer: ... Not that I know of.
OneLastWindSeer: You're lucky if that's the weirdest thing you've seen here, though.
isaacmustdie: Not quite the weirdest... but something I was curious about.
isaacmustdie: Also, you were staying in the same hotel as the Overlord Laharl, right?
OneLastWindSeer: ... Was.
isaacmustdie: So you've moved on from there? Or has he- oh, wait, he was one of the kidnapped.
isaacmustdie: . . . And you were involved in that, too.
isaacmustdie: Or at least a witness.
OneLastWindSeer: I was there, yeah.
isaacmustdie: Are you...
isaacmustdie: ... alright?
OneLastWindSeer: Does it matter to you? I thought you wanted me dead.
isaacmustdie: You're not the one who came up with the bright idea of killing my sister.
OneLastWindSeer: ...
isaacmustdie: I don't care to waste life needlessly.
OneLastWindSeer: Neither do I. At all.
isaacmustdie: ... Then we are... agreed...?
OneLastWindSeer: ..... Maybe.
OneLastWindSeer: I don't know.
isaacmustdie: ... But... why were you involved in the killing at Venus Lighthouse, then?
OneLastWindSeer: I didn't have a choice. They were going to kill us.
isaacmustdie: . . .
OneLastWindSeer: I'm ...
isaacmustdie: . . . (it reappeared?)
OneLastWindSeer: I'm sorry, Karst.
isaacmustdie: ... ...
isaacmustdie: ... accepted...
OneLastWindSeer: ... thank you.
OneLastWindSeer: .... about Larxene.
isaacmustdie: Whom?
OneLastWindSeer: The one who kidnapped Laharl.
OneLastWindSeer: She's part of some organization that's supposed to be responsible for all this.
isaacmustdie: ... I heard something about an organization from Laharl.
isaacmustdie: Prior to the kidnapping.
OneLastWindSeer: I heard it from him, too.
OneLastWindSeer: Maybe they thought he knew too much. I don't know.
isaacmustdie: But some of the captives are getting word out, right?
isaacmustdie: If he can tell them what he knows, and they can relay it out through the journals...
OneLastWindSeer: That's a good idea.
OneLastWindSeer: And maybe they could give us some indication where to start looking, too. If they're still in the city.
isaacmustdie: Yes... but this organization must be really powerful. Laharl did not strike me as someone to be trifled with.
OneLastWindSeer: He said he was a demon overlord.
isaacmustdie: Yes, and one doesn't lie about things that can get one killed.
OneLastWindSeer: I know it's dangerous ground, but I'm not going to sit back and do nothing.
isaacmustdie: Agreed. I keep thinking I should be dead anyway, so what more have I to lose?
isaacmustdie: ...
OneLastWindSeer: ... My Psynergy didn't work on her.
isaacmustdie: What.
isaacmustdie: What?
OneLastWindSeer: It didn't work.
isaacmustdie: I... but... I...
OneLastWindSeer: I couldn't even sense her. It was like she wasn't even there.
isaacmustdie: ... but... that's... it...
isaacmustdie: ... HOW?
isaacmustdie: How could she do something like that?
OneLastWindSeer: I don't know!
isaacmustdie: ... I know it's possible for an Adept to deliberately obstruct an attempted mind-reading... but even then, the would-be-reader knows they're being blocked.
OneLastWindSeer: I know.
OneLastWindSeer: It wasn't like that.
isaacmustdie: I heard you. It was like she wasn't even there.
isaacmustdie: Maybe she wasn't. Some sort of simraculum?
OneLastWindSeer: A what?
isaacmustdie: Whatever the word is-- a fake?
isaacmustdie: A doll, perhaps, that she could control from elsewhere?
OneLastWindSeer: Maybe.
OneLastWindSeer: Actually, if Laharl's as powerful as he says, that makes a lot of sense.
isaacmustdie: . . . or maybe I'm just crazy.
OneLastWindSeer: Everything's crazy lately.
OneLastWindSeer: ... People should know about this. All of it.
isaacmustdie: Should I make a post about it? I'm getting pretty good with these journals.
OneLastWindSeer: Maybe. They read these things, too, though.
isaacmustdie: Ah.
isaacmustdie: ... ...
isaacmustdie: Ivan?
OneLastWindSeer: Yes?
isaacmustdie: ... You're not my enemy anymore.
OneLastWindSeer: .... You're not mine either.
OneLastWindSeer: So does this mean you won't stab me again next time we meet?
OneLastWindSeer: I've had enough stabbing for one lifetime.
isaacmustdie: ... Just don't do anything else to get me angry, okay?
OneLastWindSeer: ... Right.
Content: An apology and some information is exchanged.
Setting: PIMP~
Time: probably after this thread.
Warnings: none, remarkably!
isaacmustdie: -this button do?
isaacmustdie: Oh... hello.
OneLastWindSeer: Hello?
OneLastWindSeer: .. is this who I think it is?
isaacmustdie: ... I don't think I'm too impressed, either.
isaacmustdie: ... ...
OneLastWindSeer: What do you want?
isaacmustdie: Just exploring. What are you doing? I haven't heard much from you...
OneLastWindSeer: You expected to?
isaacmustdie: I thought it would be wise to keep tabs on a supposed enemy.
isaacmustdie: We are still enemies.
OneLastWindSeer: Beg your pardon, but that's not really great incentive for me to tell you what I'm doing.
isaacmustdie: Consider it an exchange of information, then?
isaacmustdie: ... Come to think of it...
isaacmustdie: You've seen more than I have, both this world and Weyard.
isaacmustdie: Is there a Southern race where young adults have white hair?
OneLastWindSeer: What?
isaacmustdie: I was talking with a white-haired young man. It seemed... strange, since most white-haired people are old.
OneLastWindSeer: ... Not that I know of.
OneLastWindSeer: You're lucky if that's the weirdest thing you've seen here, though.
isaacmustdie: Not quite the weirdest... but something I was curious about.
isaacmustdie: Also, you were staying in the same hotel as the Overlord Laharl, right?
OneLastWindSeer: ... Was.
isaacmustdie: So you've moved on from there? Or has he- oh, wait, he was one of the kidnapped.
isaacmustdie: . . . And you were involved in that, too.
isaacmustdie: Or at least a witness.
OneLastWindSeer: I was there, yeah.
isaacmustdie: Are you...
isaacmustdie: ... alright?
OneLastWindSeer: Does it matter to you? I thought you wanted me dead.
isaacmustdie: You're not the one who came up with the bright idea of killing my sister.
OneLastWindSeer: ...
isaacmustdie: I don't care to waste life needlessly.
OneLastWindSeer: Neither do I. At all.
isaacmustdie: ... Then we are... agreed...?
OneLastWindSeer: ..... Maybe.
OneLastWindSeer: I don't know.
isaacmustdie: ... But... why were you involved in the killing at Venus Lighthouse, then?
OneLastWindSeer: I didn't have a choice. They were going to kill us.
isaacmustdie: . . .
OneLastWindSeer: I'm ...
isaacmustdie: . . . (it reappeared?)
OneLastWindSeer: I'm sorry, Karst.
isaacmustdie: ... ...
isaacmustdie: ... accepted...
OneLastWindSeer: ... thank you.
OneLastWindSeer: .... about Larxene.
isaacmustdie: Whom?
OneLastWindSeer: The one who kidnapped Laharl.
OneLastWindSeer: She's part of some organization that's supposed to be responsible for all this.
isaacmustdie: ... I heard something about an organization from Laharl.
isaacmustdie: Prior to the kidnapping.
OneLastWindSeer: I heard it from him, too.
OneLastWindSeer: Maybe they thought he knew too much. I don't know.
isaacmustdie: But some of the captives are getting word out, right?
isaacmustdie: If he can tell them what he knows, and they can relay it out through the journals...
OneLastWindSeer: That's a good idea.
OneLastWindSeer: And maybe they could give us some indication where to start looking, too. If they're still in the city.
isaacmustdie: Yes... but this organization must be really powerful. Laharl did not strike me as someone to be trifled with.
OneLastWindSeer: He said he was a demon overlord.
isaacmustdie: Yes, and one doesn't lie about things that can get one killed.
OneLastWindSeer: I know it's dangerous ground, but I'm not going to sit back and do nothing.
isaacmustdie: Agreed. I keep thinking I should be dead anyway, so what more have I to lose?
isaacmustdie: ...
OneLastWindSeer: ... My Psynergy didn't work on her.
isaacmustdie: What.
isaacmustdie: What?
OneLastWindSeer: It didn't work.
isaacmustdie: I... but... I...
OneLastWindSeer: I couldn't even sense her. It was like she wasn't even there.
isaacmustdie: ... but... that's... it...
isaacmustdie: ... HOW?
isaacmustdie: How could she do something like that?
OneLastWindSeer: I don't know!
isaacmustdie: ... I know it's possible for an Adept to deliberately obstruct an attempted mind-reading... but even then, the would-be-reader knows they're being blocked.
OneLastWindSeer: I know.
OneLastWindSeer: It wasn't like that.
isaacmustdie: I heard you. It was like she wasn't even there.
isaacmustdie: Maybe she wasn't. Some sort of simraculum?
OneLastWindSeer: A what?
isaacmustdie: Whatever the word is-- a fake?
isaacmustdie: A doll, perhaps, that she could control from elsewhere?
OneLastWindSeer: Maybe.
OneLastWindSeer: Actually, if Laharl's as powerful as he says, that makes a lot of sense.
isaacmustdie: . . . or maybe I'm just crazy.
OneLastWindSeer: Everything's crazy lately.
OneLastWindSeer: ... People should know about this. All of it.
isaacmustdie: Should I make a post about it? I'm getting pretty good with these journals.
OneLastWindSeer: Maybe. They read these things, too, though.
isaacmustdie: Ah.
isaacmustdie: ... ...
isaacmustdie: Ivan?
OneLastWindSeer: Yes?
isaacmustdie: ... You're not my enemy anymore.
OneLastWindSeer: .... You're not mine either.
OneLastWindSeer: So does this mean you won't stab me again next time we meet?
OneLastWindSeer: I've had enough stabbing for one lifetime.
isaacmustdie: ... Just don't do anything else to get me angry, okay?
OneLastWindSeer: ... Right.