Klarion|Third Harvest [Video]

[crosscolumbkill]

[The feed is focused less on a face and more on a blurry shoulder; somebody isn't bothering to fuss with his settings or his aim. The low, heavy-breathing voice and blue, tense edge of a throat is enough to ID the speaker for anyone who would particularly know him, however.] Methuselah. Tim, Tim, if you should see Teekl, please

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AND IT BEGINS

[faultlesscon]

[Alex is sitting up immediately, moving to stand.]

Klarion? [Damn this week.] ... You're away from each other, right?

oh cool I'll write that down... WAIT A SECOND-

[faultlesscon]

Afraid? [Confusion at that.] Not so much, just troubled by this week and its intentions.

You?

Re: oh cool I'll write that down... WAIT A SECOND-

[crosscolumbkill]

A little. [He laughs, shortly.] I would that Teekl and I were not as close as we are.

[He's moving fast, faster than any wandering person would, but he doesn't know where he's going. Just moving. (If he was being honest with himself, he'd know he's searching for someone, but who wants to be honest?) He doesn't want to think about what he's doing, so he listens hard to Alex's feed instead, trying to figure out what Alex is doing.] I would that either of us could stay apart.

... THIS IS LIKE A WESTERN SHOWDOWN

[faultlesscon]

Stay in your room, it's simp-- [A thoughtful nod to the answer despite Klarion not being able to see it - instead Alex goes about the halls and turns the corner. He stops dead in his tracks however, when he catches sight of that blue face.]

. . . Simple. [He shoves the 'berry into his back pocket.]

CAN I HAVE A TUMBLEWEED AND A SWELL IN THE DRUM SECTION PLEASE

[crosscolumbkill]

[Klarion's eyes don't fully rise to meet Alex's face; the boy's gaze stays chastely down, fingers still working nervously at the edges of the 'berry, even as he takes steps forward.] Simple, yes.

And yet, here I inevitably am.

I KNOW THERE'S GOOD IN YOU SOMEWHERE and jazz like that

[faultlesscon]

[The mind says to stop and turn around, or Alex's mind does anyway; it's not a good idea to meet those steps, but he does.]

You're anxious. [It's a quite note, a small purse of the lips.] Could we have avoided this?

THERE AIN'T NO GOIN' BACK SINCE YOU KILLED MY PAPPY

[crosscolumbkill]

Most probably not. Not since Teekl and I split ways.

[His fingers clench around the 'berry, but then he tucks it away in his pocket, folding his hands at his waist to rest them below his stomach.] I believe this is where we give each other a chance to back away.

I DID IT FOR YOU-- FOR US

[faultlesscon]

It should be. [He pauses.]

You said had to talk to me however, so I'll pass on that chance.

BUT THEN YOU LIT OUTTA TOWN WITH MY PAPPY'S TRUCK AND HALF THE ENGAGEMENT MONEY!

[crosscolumbkill]

[The boy's circling, now, edging to the left, unwilling to stop moving.] Talk, engage, converse, all that. I suppose I've said all I need to say.

How about yourself?

... ARE YOU SURE THAT WAS ME?

[faultlesscon]

[Mirroring the moves, Alex moves to his own left instead, to give the other some space.]

I came to listen, as I'm unsure how much help I can be to you in this state.

....OH CRAP YOU AREN'T JOHNNY ARE YOU

[crosscolumbkill]

I would be strained to say how, myself.

[Experimentally, he takes two sharp steps nearer, closing the space between them to arm's length. His hands are shaking, but his smirk is far too comfortable to be unaware.] Perhaps we could take a blind swing at it?

... M-MY NAME IS RYAN

[faultlesscon]

Worst case scenario? Someone ends up dead - no hard feelings however, considering the essence of this week and the fact that said being will come back.

[A nod and Alex holds out his hand, expression oddly calm despite the situation.] If you want, I won't say no.

[ooc; ON THE SIDE NOTE Timothy-mun told me to tell you that she says hi. c: ]

OH SHIT. OH SHIT. UH. YEAH. YOU'RE....YOU'RE NOT THE DUDE I MARRIED.

[crosscolumbkill]

No hard feelings. [He grins, tilts his head.] A peculiar phrase overworlders use, as if it will keep the air clear between them. In my experience, there is never a lack of annoyance on at least somebody's part...

[His smaller hand grips Alex's in a firm hold but instead of a shake, he suddenly uses the grip to yank Alex closer.] But there won't be any on mine!

I... I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME HOW COULD YOU

[faultlesscon]

[He was counting on that, Alex jerks forward at the tug but brings his other hand up and holds Klarion by the shoulder, gives something that could be called a grin at the movement.]

A fine answer. Your move, Klarion.

I'M S-SORRY HE WAS SO NICE AND HE HAD SUCH A MAGNIFICENT MUSTACHE

[crosscolumbkill]

My move! See how civil we are about it! [He releases Alex's hand, but it's only to lash out, an open-handed blow aimed at Alex's face---weak-limbed, he makes no attempt at a solid punch, just a painful strike.] Hah!

YOU TOLD ME YOU HATED FACIAL HAIR MY LIFE IS A LIE

[faultlesscon]

You'll have to do better if you want anything out of this! [And with that of course he'll stumble back in a half-dodge, half-recoil sort of move. Nose starting to numb at it, he gives his own punch; it's a swift one, right across the face.]