Klarion|1st Harvest [In Person]

[crosscolumbkill]

((OOC: This boy needs a little help figuring out how to work a 'berry! Want to teach a technological failure? Accost him and show him how it's done!))

[Waking up in a strange white room with a boxy sort of thing that flashes images and voices at him now and then---that was a bit unsettling. The box hasn't responded when he talks at it, so he's done

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[faultlesscon]

[He's been wandering the halls since he's gotten here, hasn't been that bold as to walk into the rooms when he knows that anyone here is capable of killing him, but the shouting has his attention. Looking up ahead, he approaches slowly.]

Lose something?

The shades part or the murders cause I'm fine with both. 8|<

[faultlesscon]

How could I? They were considered accidents and I had no proof against him. [The smallest of pauses.] Not a friend, I didn't like him.

Always the shades. (Though I'll work on the murders too.) SHUTTER SHADES. LIKE REAL ASSHOLES.

[crosscolumbkill]

Ah. [His gaze drifts away.] Sometimes there's nothing to be done, and no cause to break yourself on the wheel for it. What was his name?

... AHAHA OH GOD I AM IN FOR THAT THEN.

[faultlesscon]

Nigel Colbie. He's dead, though. [A shrug of the shoulders and he looks up ahead.]

What's your cat look like, if you don't mind me changing the subject?

NEW GOAL FOR A_FAC: FIND DOUCHEY SHADES. so proud

[crosscolumbkill]

He's a marvel, sir, though no larger than any other familiar of that harvest. [His small hands gesture, quickly, the dimensions of his missing pet; a reasonably-sized cat, nothing abnormal.] All orange and white, with the orange predominating. He's got a wise face.

[The mention of Teekl has him glancing about; his expression is reined in, but one hand inches up his arm in nervous restraint.] And a worry it is that we have not found him.

That's going in the book of best memories made in a_fac. 8'|

[faultlesscon]

Does that wisdom come with age? [He tilts his head in consideration, a hand on his chin with the other arm crossed.]

It's possible he wandered farther than you thought. We should keep looking.

"Here's my first fight, and that's my first roomie--" "What's this one?" "My first douchey shades."

[crosscolumbkill]

Usually it does, though often I think he was just born that way. He's certainly the more cautious of us both. I---[He exhales a small breath of air. He's not shaking, just a little shaky.] Yes, you're right. Onward.

"They came with this nice fellow, I can't complain." "... You're still wearing them."

[faultlesscon]

Not good without him, I'm guessing?

[A nod and he takes a glance around the hall.] Breathing helps loosen the muscles, word of advice.

*adjust shades* "AND? Problem, officer? B|b"

[crosscolumbkill]

He's my only tie to this plane, I'm afraid. We rely on each other to stay in good health; 'tis the way of all our kin. [He tsks.] A simple weakness, but there it is.

[Alex's advice makes him tilt his head in interest, and the boy's chest rises in several slow, deep breaths.] Thank you. How do you know? ...thank you, that is a help.

And that's how they avoided the law. 8|b

[faultlesscon]

[Alex nods, exhales and with it his shoulders move down.] Ah, makes as much sense as I can make of it.

And it's a bit of common knowledge and experience, really.

Re: New Musical Theme: 'Bad Boys'

[crosscolumbkill]

[The advice is gratefully used, but heavy breathing won't stop the way the boy's body is dripping away its reserves of strength. By the time they circle back past Klarion's suite a second time, he has to stop, shoulder dropped against the door jamb to hold his weight. The exhale is almost a sigh, but then he smiles.] I fear I must rest---Teekl will have to manage on his own for a spell.

But Master Alex---thank you. [He rocks his body back to turn and face the man, the smile turning earnest.] Thank you for your concern, and your help. I am most grateful.

And that's how they get a movie deal.

[faultlesscon]

[He can tell something's wrong but considering he's not accustomed to the ways of magic, bonds, and things of that sort, Alex is going to keep quiet because while he is curious, the information's no good if the user ends up dead or something in that manner. No need for more of that, after all. Stopping when the other does, he nods and shakes his head to the title.]

Alex is fine, it come off as odd with 'master' in front of it, least to me. [A pause and he stands there, as if waiting to see if the other can and will make it back through his room without much trouble.] And it's fine; if I do see your cat while walking, I'll let you know, Klarion.

Rest well.

And that's a wrap. I think we're ready for the Oscars, pal.

[crosscolumbkill]

Thank you. Be well. [He ducks his head in a half-bow, smile still quirked, before he turns and makes his way back into his room.

Entirely unsuccessful, then, but Alex was a worthwhile find. He'll take that, for now.]