[ He smiles a little at "Roxas-kun"...was it the first time he's ever heard Hiroto say his name? But, the smile fades into a troubled, sad frown when he remembers himself. ]
...Kind of. Can I come in? Neither of us would want anyone to overhear, for now.
[That expression has him worried... He opens the door a bit wider, though. The room he shares with Fara is really nice, tbh, all soft environment, wolf plushies, and glow-in-the-dark stars.]
Yeah. Fara-chan is out right now, so we should be fine...
Yeah, and about your other situation here. The one you got stuck in when you arrived here.
[ The blond smiled slightly... ]
It's fine. There are some things I've kept away from most people I've spoken to, so I don't think I could blame you. If I did, I'd be a hypocrite, especially if I blamed you for something like that.
[He doesn't like this. He doesn't like where this is going at all.]
Gran, Aliea - all of that is just....made up. The invasion and plan to conquer Earth aren't, though. [...And one hand finds his chest, right over the spot with the large healing injury from the first trial.]
I wouldn't have been able to tell which one was made up, anyway.
[ ...He takes a breath, smiling fading as his expression tightens. Making this decision, despite it all? Wasn't easy. ]
You know what I'm talking about, don't you? I've known for a few weeks about your role, and according to Vani it sounded like we were all running out of time...so, if we're in the interest of working together to defeat Jennifer, there's really no reason to hide anymore.
[...That is, until his eyes change. They grow sharper, brighter, as his pupils narrow into vertical slits. His whole demeanor changes. And at the same time, he firmly places himself between Roxas and the door. He's not quite threatening, not yet, but....there's the threat of a threat.]
[ He doesn't answer...though most of that has to do with the fact that Hiroto's consciousness seems to have suddenly taken a back seat to the Chameleon, apparently. ]
I don't think it's anything special, so ... not really.
[ ... ]
I didn't expect you to completely just take over like that right now, though.
"What sort of person" I am... [A laugh. Like Roxas has said something uproariously funny.] Very well. Consider this test and answer both...
While upon the road of whales, I found a ship of fish's mail With rudder long and fierce and foul And sharpest knives within its prow, And cannon-shot spears and leather sails That made their own tremendous gales. Rich beds it held, yet hard, yet cold, And naught but hellfire in its hold. It had no crew, keel, helm, nor mast, And dared me sail it to its rest. Like sailors past, I braved those waves. This ship sent all unto our graves.
[ Roxas bit his lip a little. The blond rubbed at his hair for a moment - the riddle almost certainly confounds him.
He's...not good at these. If it were anyone else he's sure they'd get it in a heartbeat, but he's always known that he wasn't...but still, thinking about it.
Obviously it involved some kind of mythos. Though, nothing's coming to mind immediately simply because he's not very well-versed in them. Or was it simply a mythos and actually just describing his true nature? ]
This riddle is supposed to answer it...?
[ ... ]
I really—no, nevermind.
It sounds like you're saying the type of person to go through anything to get what you needed to get done, even if you'll die for it?
Your ship is your body, and you're describing the features of it. Like your claws, how big you are, maybe? And the sails are probably your wings...
If the 'hellfire' is something like an ability you have to make happen, and the rich beds that are hard could be talking about scales...then you're describing yourself as a dragon?
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week 5, "tuesday" evening
Roxas gave a knock at the red head's door. ]
...Hiroto, are you in there? We need to talk.
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Roxas-kun, hey. Is something wrong?
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...Kind of. Can I come in? Neither of us would want anyone to overhear, for now.
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Yeah. Fara-chan is out right now, so we should be fine...
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Yeah...
[ ... ]
Does anyone else know? About what's really going on with you?
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[He did kind of backstory dump in public. He's still pretty unsure about that, but there's really no helping it now.]
...Sorry for lying to you, by the way.
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[ The blond smiled slightly... ]
It's fine. There are some things I've kept away from most people I've spoken to, so I don't think I could blame you. If I did, I'd be a hypocrite, especially if I blamed you for something like that.
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[He doesn't like this. He doesn't like where this is going at all.]
Gran, Aliea - all of that is just....made up. The invasion and plan to conquer Earth aren't, though. [...And one hand finds his chest, right over the spot with the large healing injury from the first trial.]
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[ ...He takes a breath, smiling fading as his expression tightens. Making this decision, despite it all? Wasn't easy. ]
You know what I'm talking about, don't you? I've known for a few weeks about your role, and according to Vani it sounded like we were all running out of time...so, if we're in the interest of working together to defeat Jennifer, there's really no reason to hide anymore.
That's why I approached you now.
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[There's something raw and pained and primal there, matched by a look of pure, unadulterated terror in the redhead's eyes.]
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So, ought I congratulate you?
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I don't think it's anything special, so ... not really.
[ ... ]
I didn't expect you to completely just take over like that right now, though.
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Under the circumstances, "there's really no reason to hide anymore", isn't that right?
What do you intend to do now?
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[ He doesn't really think he's anyone special who can magic up plans, but he wanted to try. ]
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While upon the road of whales,
I found a ship of fish's mail
With rudder long and fierce and foul
And sharpest knives within its prow,
And cannon-shot spears and leather sails
That made their own tremendous gales.
Rich beds it held, yet hard, yet cold,
And naught but hellfire in its hold.
It had no crew, keel, helm, nor mast,
And dared me sail it to its rest.
Like sailors past, I braved those waves.
This ship sent all unto our graves.
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He's...not good at these. If it were anyone else he's sure they'd get it in a heartbeat, but he's always known that he wasn't...but still, thinking about it.
Obviously it involved some kind of mythos. Though, nothing's coming to mind immediately simply because he's not very well-versed in them. Or was it simply a mythos and actually just describing his true nature? ]
This riddle is supposed to answer it...?
[ ... ]
I really—no, nevermind.
It sounds like you're saying the type of person to go through anything to get what you needed to get done, even if you'll die for it?
[ ...he tried, and that's what matters. ]
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[The tone is mercilessly cold.]
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Maybe he's going about this the wrong way. ]
Then...you're talking about the type of creature you are, literally speaking? Not just personality traits.
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...i can't believe it took me this long to figure it out... if i'm right
Your ship is your body, and you're describing the features of it. Like your claws, how big you are, maybe? And the sails are probably your wings...
If the 'hellfire' is something like an ability you have to make happen, and the rich beds that are hard could be talking about scales...then you're describing yourself as a dragon?
i was worried I'd made it too hard!
\o/
[ He rubs the back of his head... ]
Did you get threatened too, by the way? In order to participate in all of this.
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