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 Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2015 1:22 pm
Happens the day after this solo. Aegir,
I need your help, for I want to corrupt.
- S. The message appeared before Aegir, shimmering and falling into his open hands - Scholomance's sigil standing out in stark relief against the paper. He took it in hand and skimmed over the brief missive, mouth pulling down into a frown as the reality of the words hit like a wrecking ball. He wants to corrupt? How alone and underwhelmed he must feel. The Negaverse can be very seductive, I just hope he's not made up his mind completely, or offered them his allegiance yet. Maybe I can help...maybe I can't, but I have to try - I owe him that much, at least. But it was late. He would have to wait until the next day before taking steps to discuss corruption with Isaiah. Even so, he sent his friend a text - a normal, plain old SMS - to ask if they could possibly meet up to talk the next day; he could come by after morning practice, or Isiaah could come by DCBC around noon. Either way, Colin expressed an urgent interest in meeting up and having a chat. But would the dark-haired knight accept? Thinking further on it, the blond sent one final message to sweeten the deal before powering down and heading home for the evening. SMS Isaiah
I'll throw in lunch or something too. Let me know! Strickenized If something needs to be changed, let me know aye?
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 1:18 am
The text had woken the sleeping shopkeeper in the late night, causing him to fumble about under his pillow for the offending object. It was found moments later and he shifted a thumb up the unlock screen to reveal the most recent message. "Mm...?" He grunted to himself. Sleep gave way just enough for him to make out the letters onscreen.
Isaiah breathed a low sigh and settled back into the cushions. His index finger worked furiously with forming words over Swype. "We'll see how this goes."SMS Colin
I'll have Lorne take me. Very injured. But I will meet you for lunch. SMS Colin
Especially if I don't have to pay. Satisfied, he sent the messages off. The phone found the dead space next to his bed and Isaiah retreated somewhat under the covers, careful to move his leg as little as possible. He wondered what might be said to him, or what questions asked of him. The texts received lacked indications of anger or disappointment, at least - Colin would handle it decently.
And to think, he reminded himself gently, I could be dealing with this much worse myself. I imagine if Sid found out she had a powerful alter-ego, she'd be going on benders until the sun stopped rising. I suppose I'd be doing the same if I were with her.
Isaiah plucked his phone on another thought and started a last text.SMS Lorne
Are you busy tomorrow? I need to meet Colin, and walking makes me want to pull my teeth out.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2015 6:36 am
I won't be long, Isaiah. I've just got to run a few errands.
Lorne hadn't specified what; he didn't really want his friend thinking he didn't mean it when he said, I won't be far, so please don't hesitate to text me if you need anything at all. Which was true. Even this, he would readily drop it in a moment if his friend had need of it.
'This' being a few hours set aside with his textbooks and notes to try and sort out just what he was going to do for his Bio exam tomorrow. It'd been a rough semester, and it wasn't like he couldn't study at home, it just - it sometimes helped him retain stuff better when he was somewhere that wasn't home... and really, given Lorne felt like he hadn't retained a damn thing all semester, he kind of needed that kind of focus. Not to mention, he knew himself. It was no fault of Isaiah himself, but he knew if he stayed home, he'd be sorely more tempted to focus on doting on his prone friend than any measure of study.
It was there, isolated at a little table at the back of the library, that he received the letter. At first Lorne's eyes were wide with shock, but then, quietly, he laughed to himself. Isaiah, I know you like the ring, but really - you could've just texted me. Even if part of him always quietly delighted at the letters, really - he and technology never quite saw eye to eye, and he was so shamelessly endeared by his friend's letters.
At least, that's what he was until he read it. His fingers tightened convulsively on the paper, his free hand moving to his gaping mouth to cover it, and for several long moments his mind went entirely blank.
It was not as though Scholomance hadn't mentioned his lack of aversion to corruption to him, or the negaverse as a whole. This should not have been news to him. It should not have been the shock to the system that it was.
But seeing those words on the page still made him reel as though he'd been hit.
Are we really not good enough?
Lorne knew it was a selfish thought to have, and he was glad that Isaiah would never hear it - but in his own head then and there it burned and seared, because the truth beyond that, even: Am I not good enough, Scholomance? Am I really so poor of a knight that you think I can't -
He pushed the letter down onto the table, face down, and tried to ration it away.
Scholomance is asking for help, that means he wants help, he doesn't really want -
His heart was pounding in his chest and his breath was coming faster.
I'm going to lose him too, I'm going to lose him like I lost Ploutonion, oh my god, oh god, no -
He had to say something. He had to write back.
What on earth could he say? - should he just try and say it in person? - was there a way to ask him to stay that was not a selfish request? - what could he say? It had to be something but it had to be the right thing and how long had he been thinking this as he'd laid there in Lorne's bed with him sitting beside him why hadn't he just talked to him you're overreacting Lorne - like hell I'm overreacting, I -
He thought back to his decision after Xenotime, to the answer to the impossible question she had posed: I choose death. I will not lose my friends. I can not.
His phone buzzing on the table made him start, blinking away irrational wetness he hadn't realized had gathered at the edges of his eyes. Frustrated, wiping furiously at his eyes to try, Lorne stared at the message from Isaiah for a few long moments.
The exam was tomorrow. Of course it was.
But his choice after Xenotime had lent itself to more aspect of his life than one, he was realizing. And there was really no question between which took priority.
His fingers shook as he typed a hasty answer for his friend:
SMS Isaiah
Of course I will. Anything you need. Do you want anything from the store on my way back? I shouldn't be much longer.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2015 7:55 am
Lorne wasted little time in responding. The message chimed in and he spared it a look, then frowned again. Lorne was too accommodating. Lorne had no boundaries. And beyond all of that, here his friends reached out to him and yet he felt like he took advantage of all of them. Colin, Lorne, Nadia, Auguste... Was he being truthful with them? In a sense, yes, but hiding portions of himself never counted as wholesale honesty.SMS Lorne
Are you even old enough to buy alcohol? I don't need anything. A scarf came to mind, but there were enough around the apartment that Isaiah could borrow without complaint. The impending conversation demanded more of his consideration - what points needed resolution with his friends, and how much honesty was he prepared to provide so they had the tools they needed to make effective arguments? Currently no one understood a great lot about Isaiah Zähne, and in return, he knew very little about the rest of them.
Colin, a danseur, and who was he beyond that? Warmhearted, honest, caring, and openminded. But what of his past? When did he become Aegir? What trials had he undergone to become who he is now? Isaiah knew none of this - not even his friends outside of the few Isaiah knew, or his parents, or what meant most to him outside of DCBC.
Lorne, a Squire of Saturn, and what was his day job? Isaiah knew he was a student, but what was Lorne studying? What events did he hold dear? When did he learn to play mute and helpless in social situations, and why was it so necessary to learn?
Isaiah felt, in that moment, that he failed to exert ample effort to connect with his friends. The lot of them were still strangers to each other, and yet they still tried to help. Was it because he stood as a Saturn knight? Did they, somehow, need him in the war? Were they angling for anything at all, beyond his well-being? Isaiah doubted it. The group never asked a fee, or entry requirements, or posed an agenda to accomplish. They simply supported each other.
This was support.SMS Colin
Lorne agreed to take me. We will meet you tomorrow at 1PM. Syrie feel free to pull in nyx or kuro too
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