[ They are concepts Lapis has her own mixed feelings on - especially considering her views on her own humanity - but this certainly isn't the time to think about it, especially since she tends to avoid thinking about it in general. Right now there's a troublesome guest to deal with, though Sylus seems to have them under control; she's almost a little surprise at how readily he listens to her. ]
I don't know when your birthday is, or the kind of desserts you like.
[ Important things to know, in her opinion. There's a squeeze of her hand around his, still quietly basking in the warmth, though her eyes stay focused on the spirit. Now that it's still, though making attempts to struggle, she can get a better sense of it; though it's... strange, like a Wanderer but not exactly. Maybe they have been changed due to exposure to protocores? It's difficult to discern, but what she does know is that she can't reverse this. ]
... I may need to ward your place so you don't get more visitors. [ Which would take some time, but she has a feeling he wouldn't mind her being here so often. ]
But whatever has changed them isn't something I can change, not right now. [ One of these jagged edges that makes up the writhing mass of its body strikes out, aiming towards the pair yet just stopping short. Even now, contained like this, it still seems to be changing. ]
[ her admittance may not have been particularly sudden, and yet it has a similar impact on him. his fingers pause briefly, while it doesn't diminish the output of his power, the way his expression shifts just slightly should show it well enough.
while his usual nonchalance remains, his words come out a bit softer. just a bit quieter, as if in this room there was anybody else but them and this wanderer-esque apparition. ] April 18th [ he reveals it easily to her, as if it wasn't a huge debate in the n109 zone for those who wished to curry favor with onychinus. ], and as for the desserts... [ his peripherals focus back on her, his expression largely unreadable, save for the smallest hint of a smile. ]
Well, I think there's something else I'd much rather taste. [ sylus says these words as if he's actually employing any real amount of subtlety (he's definitely not). but, he does continue holding her hand tightly, almost as if letting her know he was also increasing his squeeze over the ghost in question. ]
"We" has a good sound to it. Next time we should work together for a longer time.
[ normally, this is where sylus would go to the front to deal an actual blow, but somehow it's a positioning he doesn't entirely want to leave. or so the way he looks at her seems to suggest, before he releases hold of her hand again.
why does he punch wanderers, we may never know... ]
[ There's a visible perk up when he answers her, and so easily at that, with the date now mentally filed away for later use. Let's see if she can plot something for when his birthday rolls around... Though the answer to her second query gets her to blink, head tilting as she peers at him with clear confusion. Confusion that only lasts for a second, before it's followed by a gentle huff - yes, he's very much (not) subtle. ]
Well... If it's something I can provide, I'll see what I can do.
[ Said with a squeeze of her fingers around his hand. Should she have offered that? Well, if she's gonna have regrets those can all come later. ]
And next time may be sooner than you think. I'll need to make sure you don't get anymore visitors like this.
[ Which means she'll need to hang around more than usual, and will need his help to deal with anything else that tries to sneak in between warding attempts. Though she does wonder if he'll hold her hand through those encounters too...
Not that she can judge, since there's that pang of disappointment when he lets go. But she lets herself shift back, letting him take the frontlines even if she's usually loathed to do so - but she doesn't just stand idle either. If he's gonna go punch the ghost, she'll make sure there's no risk of the spirit deciding to no longer be corporeal. Wisps of starlight envelop the mist constricting the spirit, empowering both that and any future hits that little bit more, letting everything land a little more solidly.
She doesn't play the support role often, but every once in a while doesn't hurt... ]
[ should he be as proud as he is for that brief moment it takes for her confusion to naturally unwind itself? while some may have taken a sliver of unpredictability as a good thing, sylus was of a slightly separate thought. the less there was in the way of misunderstanding meant that there existed that line of cohesion between their thoughts and of their hearts. he feels it made them rightfully kindred spirits— enough where she comprehends his intentions. … even if they’re a little thirsty. ( everyone on plurk voice ) we know what lads is about ]
It’s definitely something only you can pay the price for, actually. [ he clarifies even when there’s little reason to.
he can feel the impact of her support, whether in her physical presence or in the way her power works in symbiotic relation to his; almost as if they amplified his own skill, or weakened their enemies. his hits are surprisingly effective in that case, and his own evol trails after each connection of his fist. ] Then let’s finish this, so we can enjoy the rest of the night.
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I don't know when your birthday is, or the kind of desserts you like.
[ Important things to know, in her opinion. There's a squeeze of her hand around his, still quietly basking in the warmth, though her eyes stay focused on the spirit. Now that it's still, though making attempts to struggle, she can get a better sense of it; though it's... strange, like a Wanderer but not exactly. Maybe they have been changed due to exposure to protocores? It's difficult to discern, but what she does know is that she can't reverse this. ]
... I may need to ward your place so you don't get more visitors. [ Which would take some time, but she has a feeling he wouldn't mind her being here so often. ]
But whatever has changed them isn't something I can change, not right now. [ One of these jagged edges that makes up the writhing mass of its body strikes out, aiming towards the pair yet just stopping short. Even now, contained like this, it still seems to be changing. ]
We'll need to destroy them.
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while his usual nonchalance remains, his words come out a bit softer. just a bit quieter, as if in this room there was anybody else but them and this wanderer-esque apparition. ] April 18th [ he reveals it easily to her, as if it wasn't a huge debate in the n109 zone for those who wished to curry favor with onychinus. ], and as for the desserts... [ his peripherals focus back on her, his expression largely unreadable, save for the smallest hint of a smile. ]
Well, I think there's something else I'd much rather taste. [ sylus says these words as if he's actually employing any real amount of subtlety (he's definitely not). but, he does continue holding her hand tightly, almost as if letting her know he was also increasing his squeeze over the ghost in question. ]
"We" has a good sound to it. Next time we should work together for a longer time.
[ normally, this is where sylus would go to the front to deal an actual blow, but somehow it's a positioning he doesn't entirely want to leave. or so the way he looks at her seems to suggest, before he releases hold of her hand again.
why does he punch wanderers, we may never know... ]
slowly drags myself back in......
Well... If it's something I can provide, I'll see what I can do.
[ Said with a squeeze of her fingers around his hand. Should she have offered that? Well, if she's gonna have regrets those can all come later. ]
And next time may be sooner than you think. I'll need to make sure you don't get anymore visitors like this.
[ Which means she'll need to hang around more than usual, and will need his help to deal with anything else that tries to sneak in between warding attempts. Though she does wonder if he'll hold her hand through those encounters too...
Not that she can judge, since there's that pang of disappointment when he lets go. But she lets herself shift back, letting him take the frontlines even if she's usually loathed to do so - but she doesn't just stand idle either. If he's gonna go punch the ghost, she'll make sure there's no risk of the spirit deciding to no longer be corporeal. Wisps of starlight envelop the mist constricting the spirit, empowering both that and any future hits that little bit more, letting everything land a little more solidly.
She doesn't play the support role often, but every once in a while doesn't hurt... ]
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It’s definitely something only you can pay the price for, actually. [ he clarifies even when there’s little reason to.
he can feel the impact of her support, whether in her physical presence or in the way her power works in symbiotic relation to his; almost as if they amplified his own skill, or weakened their enemies. his hits are surprisingly effective in that case, and his own evol trails after each connection of his fist. ] Then let’s finish this, so we can enjoy the rest of the night.
I also bought a record I thought you’d like.