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Amasis

Everyday Blob

PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 10:14 pm


Richard wasn’t surprised Ignacio was already awake. He’d known, somehow, as he came back into the room. Even though Ignacio had been still, quiet, with even breathing, Richard had sensed something different in the atmosphere of their bedroom, and he had known that Ignacio was awake. So, he’d stood there, knowing Ignacio had heard him, waiting patiently for an answer. Patiently, because even though he drummed his fingers against his leg and—yes—tapped his foot a bit, he was prepared to stand there for as long as it took.

He’d seen through Ignacio’s words, and now both he and Ignacio knew it.

It was also why, when Ignacio tried to play ignorant, asked him what he was talking about, Richard’s posture didn’t change. Nor did his facial expression, which was unusually neutral for a typically very expressive person. He was not angry, precisely. He was something else. Tired, mainly. Tired of beating around the bush. Tired of Ignacio hiding, hiding something that Richard had the sickening, gut-twisting feeling was dangerous.

Then, Richard moved, sitting—but not lying—back down on the bed. He didn’t want to fight about this. He didn’t want to fight at all. The first step to that was to not loom over Ignacio. And so he sat on the edge of the bed, folding one leg under him and turning his body to look at Ignacio.

“When you said you were trying to save my life. When you came home bloody. What did you mean?”

Compulsively, his fingers on one hand ran over the forearm of the other, pressing lightly into the bruises. The twinges and jolts of pain reassured him they were there, that no, he was not imagining things. He winced, flinching a bit as he accidentally pressed on a particularly sensitive one. Richard wondered how long it would take for the bruises to fade to a point where he wouldn't get concerned looks from students and parents, or if he'd have to figure out stage makeup and cover them, himself.

He would have to remember to take ibuprofen to make sure the aches didn't make him give himself away anyway.

“Please don't try to convince me you don’t know what I'm talking about. It's not going to work." His voice was softer, here, a note of hurt when acknowledging how easily he had gone along with it before when told everything was fine. Richard knew he hadn't wholly believed it, then, more that whatever it was was serious to Ignacio and Ignacio honestly felt he couldn't tell Richard. And it wasn't that Richard had changed his mind about that.

He still trusted Ignacio.

Perhaps it was the fact that he trusted Ignacio that made Richard turn his head to look at Ignacio's face, to meet his eyes, to refuse to look away. Either way, Richard knew that he wouldn't be so easily dissuaded, this time. He'd been attacked by a monster and his pet squid. He had woken up in the park. He was missing time, not remembering the trip home even if he did vaguely remember Ignacio driving up onto the pedestrian walkway, well away from the public and maintenance access vehicle paths, to get him.

Richard's face was still unusually expressionless as he waited for Ignacio's reply. He tried to focus on not letting his thoughts show on his face, something he was typically very bad at hiding. He tried not to think about the fact that Ignacio had lied to him, was still trying to lie to him. He tried not to think about the hard knot in his gut, a mix of confusion, anger, and fear. The fear was not only for himself, where he couldn't convince himself that they hadn't been followed, that the monster wasn't coming to finish the job.

If Ignacio's wish had ever been for Richard to be less adamant about going on runs at night by himself, then perhaps he had finally gotten that wish.

The fear was also for Ignacio, for the memory of seeing Ignacio coming in the front door and leaving a distinct smudge on the door that Richard had had to clean off, later. It was for the memory of the note of desperation in Ignacio's voice when he had begged Richard in not as many words not to keep prying, to just accept the excuse and go. Richard didn't know what the puzzle was, but he knew he was slowly putting its pieces together.

Another, softer still, “please.”
PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 10:15 pm


He couldn't look at him.

Couldn't meet his eyes.

Couldn't meet his face.

Feeling Richard's presence on the bed made Ignacio turn away, turn towards the wall, turn towards his pillows, lift the blanket just a bit to bury himself. He knew Richard knew that Ignacio knew what Richard was getting at. Ignacio wasn't stupid. Neither was Richard. But Richard couldn't know. He couldn't. Ignacio didn't want Richard in more danger than he already was.

Richard referred to two different incidents, but they were both recent. Ignacio cringed. How badly had Ignacio failed just recently? How badly had his attempts to hide the truth just fallen apart?

To the first question, Ignacio didn't respond.

He clenched the blankets tighter.

Richard ventured again. He spoke this time of what Ignacio knew: that Richard wasn't going to buy any more excuses. The last thing he had said, trying to save his life, that wasn't an excuse. But it was an avoidance, and Richard wasn't going to accept that either. He sounded so hurt, so hurt, so--

The image of Richard slumped lifeless against a wall in an alley somewhere flashed through his mind, and he clutched the blankets so tight his hands were turning red.

That could have been him that prior evening.

Just about was.

Should have been. Was lucky, somehow. Ignacio didn't know how. It wasn't him he wasn't there he hadn't done what he said he would and Arra just about faced the final consequences from it. If Arra knew more, he was one more step closer to death. One step closer to the crunch, the crunch, the shattering--

As a consequence of sleeping, the tiredness had, for the most part, worn off. What had also worn off was his emergency medication from earlier.

The rising panic was growing harder to control.

He still hadn't spoken.

The please hit him hard like a ton of bricks but his brain was feeding him images of the pleading in another context, perhaps for his life, perhaps for Ignacio's because his Arra was a goddamn protective fool--

His voice was weak when he managed a, "No," croaked.

He continued, weaker still, "You need to stay away."

Arra couldn't protect himself.

Seiana_ZI

Codebreaking Conversationalist


Amasis

Everyday Blob

PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 10:17 pm


The weakness in Ignacio’s voice nearly broke Richard’s resolve. Yes, he was hurt, and not just in the physical sense, shown by the bruises snaking their way up his arms. He knew there was something Ignacio was having to deal with, something that made him come home tired, bloody, evasive. He knew Ignacio was being haunted by something, something that he refused to tell Richard about. There was something dangerous that Ignacio was involved in, and he was trying to deal with that burden alone.

Richard didn’t know what it was, but he knew he was going to find out, one way or another.

Stay away? Wild horses and orange squid monsters couldn’t make Richard stay away. Not if Ignacio was in danger. Especially not if he was in danger because he was trying to protect Richard. Especially not if protecting Richard meant that, one day, he came home worse than bloody. Especially not if one day he didn’t come home at all.

Richard, indeed, wasn’t stupid. He remembered the boy-monster telling the squid-monster to stand down, to back off.

You haven’t earned it.

It had indeed occurred to him that he was lucky to have escaped with what damage he’d sustained. He didn’t know what was going on, but he did remember the sensation all feeling and sense of vitality being leeched out of him. He also, intuitively, assumed that Ignacio knew something about it. It was too much of a coincidence, otherwise, and it wasn’t like Ignacio to do something like driving his car onto pedestrian paths just to get to Richard. Something had scared him. Why would he be that scared if he didn’t have a reason to be? And if he had a reason to be, if that was the sort of thing he was trying to protect Richard from...

What had Ignacio dealt with that would give him that kind of knowledge?

As much as it hurt to hear Ignacio sound so small, so desperate, so vulnerable that the last thing on Earth Richard wanted to do was make it worse, hurt him more... This was important. This was important. Ignacio might be trying to protect him, but from what? And who was protecting Ignacio? And if Ignacio was out there, risking his life to protect Richard... Richard felt he had the right to know what it was about, what it was over. He didn't like the idea of Ignacio going out and putting himself in danger and Richard never even having any kind of idea about it.

Who was protecting Ignacio? Who was helping him out there? Was anybody? Or was he doing that all alone, too? Richard had never asked Ignacio to do that for him, but didn't know how to convey that in a way that wouldn't sound like he was rejecting it, rejecting Ignacio. Because it wasn't that. It wasn't that he was angry at Ignacio, either, not like that.

He was scared.

Richard could tell Ignacio was, too. It was why he wanted to be careful, to watch what he said. Ignacio was scared, and Richard was--this time--somehow at the center of it. That was exactly where he didn't want to be, and not only because it apparently meant being attacked by a day-glo squid and its diminutive dictator. Well, maybe he could start there.

"It wasn't me staying away that was the problem." His voice was quiet, but firm. "I at least want to be able to name what attacked me." Richard looked down at the bruises on his forearms. "And I want to understand what danger you're putting yourself in to try and prevent it."
PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 10:18 pm


Richard wasn't talking. Maybe he'd drop it. Maybe he'd let it go. Maybe he'd stay away.

Who was he kidding. Richard was thinking. He was likely mulling over a response. He didn't give up. Richard was persistent. That was part of the reason why Ignacio had moved in to his house all those years ago. One of the things Ignacio loved about Richard was that so long as he was dedicated to something, he would never dump it. Sometimes he could seem flighty about things, but those things didn't matter, ultimately. He was dedicated to everything that mattered and that included him, so of course he wouldn't just drop it.

He was a goddamn protective fool.

Ignacio said he was willing to talk about it, wanted to talk about it, wanted to ease the worry in Richard, but he also wanted him to stay away, stay away, stay far away because all that he could see in his mind was someone, perhaps like the piped monster, perhaps like Stillwaterite, perhaps like the monster with light bulbs on her head, just seeing Richard as a convenience. Seeing him as someone who needed to die for the cause. Seeing him as someone with a quick boost of energy when they needed one and they would just reach into his chest, take out the sparkling source of his life to come back over and over again, and consume it, crunch it, snap it, make it just another source of energy for themselves and then Richard's body would just die and fade and there would be no recovering it and it would be Ignacio's fault because he didn't do his job, didn't get him out of there, didn't save him or anything like the sort and--

Ignacio was hyperventilating again, he was fairly sure. His lungs hurt. His skin felt like it was clammy and paling and--

He wasn't entirely listening to Richard, but his voice managed to break through anyway, stabilizing him a bit, stabilizing at least the thoughts that were spinning out of control as his body spun out of control with them. His breath slowed, though he pulled the blankets up higher, effectively hiding his face from Richard entirely. Didn't need to see him like this.

Although it was probably already obvious that whatever Ignacio was visualizing, whatever he was being confronted with having to tell Richard, was sending him into a spiral.

Calm down Ignacio, calm down, calm down, calm down--

He repeated it in his head like a mantra, unsuccessfully--eventually he threw the blankets off, they felt too warm, and he got out of the bed, wandering over to the dresser and fishing in it for seemingly no particular reason. He withdrew a fidget toy, eventually, spinning it in his fingers. It was a repetitive motion. Forced him to just zone in on that. Forced him to stop thinking. Forced him to keep his mind present or at least not wandering off into the clouds or in the alleyways where Richard could be--

"I," he started, again, and his voice was strained, perhaps by the too-shallow breaths he was still taking. "Danger is some-something I'm familiar with."

No stuttering, no stuttering, he was an actor he could do better than that.

Deep breath, deep breath, not shallow, he needed air--

"I'm not in the danger you think I am," replied Ignacio, quieter, mostly to himself, but he was louder when he looked up at Richard and said, "Not the level of danger you'd be in."

Not the level of danger he had been in. Not the level of danger that he had been in not even twenty-four hours prior, a danger that could have easily--

"Sometimes I wish you'd leave."

Seiana_ZI

Codebreaking Conversationalist


Amasis

Everyday Blob

PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 10:19 pm


Richard wanted to go to him. Already seated as he was on the edge of their bed, Richard wanted to reach out to Ignacio. He wanted to reach out and gather him closer, reassure him. Reassure himself. He could see the old ghost of panic in the way Ignacio hid. At the same time, he knew that there was a chance that Ignacio's anxiety and panic would make him lash out if Richard got too close, moved too quickly... He'd gotten smacked once or twice, in the very beginning, making that mistake.

He never blamed Ignacio for it, but he knew Ignacio would blame himself.

It was why he didn't reach out, didn't gather Ignacio closer or lean closer to Ignacio. It was why he did softly murmur Ignacio's name, did at least turn more toward Ignacio when he saw his chest rising and falling much too quickly. The wheeze in Ignacio's lungs, the loss of colour in his skin... It had taken more than he'd admit to keep from breaking his resolve. Pulling the blankets up higher did hide Ignacio's face from Richard, that was true, but Richard didn't need to see his face. He could tell Ignacio had only a tenuous grip on not having a panic attack.

He jumped, a bit, when Ignacio threw the blankets off of himself. Richard watched Ignacio get up and go to the dresser and fish out the fidget toy. He was relieved, admittedly, that Ignacio was up and moving around. That was something. It was something that showed Ignacio was trying, and maybe even succeeding, at fending off the anxiety written in the lines of his face and his body. Richard didn't want to do anything to interrupt that. He didn't want to hurt Ignacio more than he already was.

He jumped again when Ignacio started speaking.

The strain in Ignacio's voice also almost broke Richard's resolve. When Ignacio said he was used to danger, the part of Richard whose heart hadn't contracted painfully wanted to insist, 'see, I knew it!''. Used to danger meant that Ignacio was regularly in danger, regularly at risk, regularly out there, getting hurt, maybe getting killed. His breathing hitched, at that, and Richard tried very hard not to think about it. He tried very hard to keep anything showing on his face, to keep from interrupting Ignacio now that he was finally talking. His legs ached with tension he didn't realise they were holding, Richard resisting the urge to get up. He didn't need to be looming over Ignacio, which Richard would surely be doing even standing...

Not in the danger Richard thought he was, and Richard himself would be in? In another situation, maybe Ignacio's evasiveness, his lack of detail, would be irritating to Richard. None of this was specific enough to allay Richard's concerns. If anything, the vagueness of it all made his fears worse. How bad was it that Ignacio couldn't just name it?

'Sometimes I wish you'd leave.' That made Richard's breathing audibly catch, settling something cold and hard in the pit of his stomach. It was another heartbeat or two before he was able to even think of a response, yet another before he could put it into words, actively mentally arguing with his own knee-jerk reaction. But two things stuck out to him. One, Ignacio had not said 'I'd leave'. That meant that the first thing that had come to Richard's mind was, though perhaps logical given he had no context for anything else, not likely to be what Ignacio had meant. Two, Ignacio had not said 'we'd leave'. That meant Ignacio intended to stay to fight whatever it was, for better or worse, even if Richard were to go somewhere else.

Richard had no intention of going somewhere else.

"I'm not going to go anywhere." He inhaled, held it, exhaled. "All I'm asking for is information."
PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 10:20 pm


Richard wasn't responding, not really. He heard the way Richard's breath caught at the last thing he said, saw the way he seemed to freeze, saw the way the color left his cheeks and left him sitting in shock. Ignacio glanced away, fidgeted, spun his fidget toy this way and that and then swapped it to his other hand.

He did. He wished Richard would leave, sincerely.

Ignacio also wished he never would.

But if Arra left, Arra would be in less danger, right? Ignacio wasn't an idiot. With the level of Negaverse agents that appeared to exist locally, there was no way there weren't Negaverse presences in other areas. They seemed to come up on the news a lot less, though. Perhaps they had less of a presence in other places. Perhaps if Richard was elsewhere, he wouldn't be in as much danger as he seemed to be staying here. Ignacio couldn't tell for sure. This place may have been the safest in the world, maybe the highest concentration of senshi and knights was also here. Maybe the concept of Richard being able to go somewhere where he wouldn't be at risk was, at most, a pipe dream.

But he wished, oh how he wished. He wished he didn't have to confront the possibility that, someday, Richard would go out on one of his midnight runs and he wouldn't return, and instead of driving on a pedestrian path to retrieve his sleepy love, Safira and Luke would be calling him from the morgue saying they had extremely bad news.

It was that moment that the thought struck him that they would likely call Richard's parents first, and not him.

Hm.

The thought, vague and distracted as it was, was quickly dumped when Richard finally said something else. He confirmed he wasn't going anywhere. Some part of Ignacio was deeply relieved at that confirmation. The other part of him felt broken, and he felt one of his too-fast breaths escape as more of a strangled gasp. He didn't want this for Richard. He wanted his Arra to be safe and warm and to never have to worry about whatever haunted the night again--

How would telling him more about what could haunt him get him any further away from the danger? If Arra knew what was going on, he was likely to try and find out more. If Arra tried to find out more, he would get himself in more danger. If Arra got himself in more danger, his body would be all that was left of him, if even. What if he happened to come across a particularly human-hungry--

"Information."

Ignacio repeated the last word like it was somehow going to help the situation.

He paced back and forth for a moment, attempting to get his breathing under control. Could he tell Arra? What should he tell Arra? What could he tell Arra that wouldn't ultimately put him in more danger? Would telling Arra what was happening put him in more danger? Now that Arra knew what the danger involved, would telling him more just make him safer? Or was Arra too much of a protective fool for that to apply?

He didn't know.

"Maybe you should tell me what happened last night, Richard."

Seiana_ZI

Codebreaking Conversationalist


Amasis

Everyday Blob

PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 10:21 pm


Richard supposed that it would come to that at some point. He would eventually have to tell Ignacio what had happened and why he'd ended up waking up slumped over a park bench at, like, six in the morning. But he didn't want it to come to that, yet. He wanted his answers, first. Maybe if he had context, he'd know how to explain it to Ignacio in a way that wouldn't make him sound like he'd lost his mind. Richard sighed.

"Answer my question first, please. Then I'll tell you." His voice was, again, soft but firm. It was hard to ignore the way Ignacio's breathing changed and the way he repeated "information" over and over. Like if he said it enough times, it would lose meaning and he would be able to avoid answering Richard's questioning. Richard wasn't going to be that easily dissuaded. That being said, he stayed quiet, waiting, letting Ignacio work on getting his breathing back into rhythm. "Hell, maybe I'll have the words to explain it to you."

There was something almost... frustrated in Richard's tone at that.

He really didn't know what was going on. There was a lot of "happening" but not a lot of "explaining", and that was perhaps the part that was the most frustrating to him. He was having to beat around the bush and persist to try and get answers. All he wanted was to know what it was that Ignacio was apparently up against, because if what had happened to Richard could happen to Ignacio... In fact, Richard was pretty sure it had, or at least to some extent. Why else would Ignacio be acting like this? It wasn't like him to be evasive. But this was important to Richard, and he was going to insist. If he knew what had happened, then maybe he could prevent it from happening again. Then he wouldn't have to think about the way Ignacio's voice had sounded saying his name when he found him in the park, or the looks he'd given Richard when driving him back home.

If someone had told him 48 hours previously that he was going to be attacked by Squidbilly the Kid, then left--probably for dead--in a park, passed out and everything, Richard wouldn't have believed them even with as gullible as he knew he could sometimes be. There would have been no reason to believe them. Richard still didn't quite believe all of it, only knew it had happened because of what his memories told him about the bruises on his arms. Not to mention the residual urge to cough...

"I promise."
PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 10:22 pm


Dammit.

Richard really wasn't going to budge from this, was he? He knew he wasn't going to budge from this, but perhaps Ignacio had been hoping that maybe he'd get some time if Richard explained to him what happened last night. After all, he said he had wanted information. What kind of information could Ignacio really give him about what happened if he had no idea what had actually happened? Well, at least, so far as Richard could tell. Ignacio knew exactly what happened.

...Well, not exactly, but he knew enough.

Richard had been through an energy draining, more than likely from the Negaverse if the bruising on Richard's skin was of any indication. The Dark Mirror Court drained energy too, but not in the same way. The Negaverse was considerably more violent in their ways, especially if any of their monsters were involved.

He paced some more, perhaps putting grooves into their carpet.

"You asked for information, but you're not going to tell me what happen-en-en-happened?"

The stuttering was back. Ignacio shook his head, took a deep breath. He was doing a very poor job of convincing his Arra that he had no clue what had happened, that was sure. His Arra may have been gullible, but he wasn't a moron. His Arra wouldn't fall for this s**t again. He had known that when this conversation started, when he entered the room, when he put it in the context of what had happened the prior ******** seemed Ignacio wasn't left with much of a choice unless he was going to flee the house again, but he didn't know where that would get him.

"Can you at least give me some words, Arra? I can't give you context if you can't give me an explanation."

He didn't know how his voice came out evenly, there. Certainly, it was a show of his acting skills.

Seiana_ZI

Codebreaking Conversationalist


Amasis

Everyday Blob

PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 10:22 pm


“You said you were trying to save my life, first,” Richard reminded him. “Before any of...” he gestured to himself, to his arms. Ignacio had to have had context for that, after all. He shouldn’t need extra details from Richard to explain himself further. Richard wanted to start with that.

To some degree, the evenness of Ignacio’s voice worried him as much as the stuttering had. Ignacio wasn’t hiding anymore, but his agitated pacing was making Richard restless in turn. It also told Richard that he was on the right track. It wasn’t a track he wanted to be on, but if something was going on, then Richard wanted to know about it.

He didn’t want to start with what had happened the previous night. Part of it was still new, almost too new. Richard didn’t want to start with relaying events that frankly made him sound questionable. He pressed lightly on his bruising again. The pain made him flinch slightly, inhale a bit more sharply, but it reassured him again that he hadn’t imagined it or hit his head somehow.

But he was already making Ignacio pace around the room like he wanted to be literally anywhere else. He was already causing Ignacio’s voice to waver and crack. He’d already caused Ignacio enough panic that he’d driven his car up onto pedestrian walkways. Was it fair of Richard to be this stubborn about it?

Richard took a deep breath, held, released it.

“Can we start with that? What are you trying to save my life from?” A pause. “What made you come home with blood on you?”
PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 10:23 pm


Why was Richard stubbornly refusing to even give Ignacio a little?

He wasn't asking for much. Just some words so maybe Ignacio could come up with a narrow enough answer to answer Richard's questions but not a broad enough one to give him what felt like Too Much Information. His Arra was bright, though. He probably realized that was the intention of what Ignacio was saying, right? To give Ignacio at least some path out of this conversation?

The pace of his fidgeting was speeding up, as was the pace of his pacing itself. He wasn't running, necessarily, but speedwalking? Definitely. He might-as-well been one of those women he ran into in the morning, throwing their bent arms up as they attempted to get their morning jog done. Like Joan, who lived down the street. He wondered how Joan was doing. Were her two dogs still just as cute as they were the first time Ignacio had met them? They were little poms, and--

And Ignacio was trying to distract himself from a stressful situation and he knew it.

For an already pale complexion, there was less color in Ignacio's skin than there should have been. It was likely partially his still shallow breathing, which forced him to stop pacing and take a few deeper breaths to stabilize himself, but partially the deep worry he felt. He had been hiding this s**t for longer than Richard could even comprehend. Ignacio had been a senshi the entire time he had lived in Richard's house. He had been a senshi the entire time they had been together.

That had been ... years.

How could everything fall apart just like this? How could he, after years, just give up and finally tell Richard everything there was to say?

Was it wrong, that there had really always been something between them?

... Always had been.

Never hadn't.

Ignacio gave a rattled sigh with that realization, finally turning to actually look his Arra in the eye. He had always been dodging this point. He had never really been fully honest with Arra, had he? He had been doing it for Arra's own safety, because if Arra found out, if his goddamn protective fool found out, he'd try to join him. Or worse, Arra would try to follow him. Arra would get in trouble. Arra would get in more trouble than he had. Arra would be no more, eventually, not even to be reborn.

But Arra had gotten in trouble without Ignacio even saying anything.

Had he been wrong to hide this?

Ignacio wasn't sure, but he knew he wasn't getting out of this one without disappearing into the afternoon sun, never to return. There was a part of him that whispered that he should just do that. Cut Arra off. Arra'd never know the truth if the person who was to dispense the truth disappeared. And perhaps Arra would be in less danger.

... But that was a foolish thought.

Arra had gotten in trouble without Ignacio. And Arra would find out the truth without him, too.

And Ignacio hadn't been there, and he likely wouldn't be there next time, too. That was the reality of living in a city plagued by a hidden war between good and evil, a hidden war in which evil seemed to have all the advantage. They could teleport. They could drain the energy of their assailants. They could simply reach into most people's chests and end any fight back. Forever. Without question.

It was only a lucky few starseeds that ever managed to get saved from that. Ignacio had saved a few recently, but it wasn't enough. If he had to save Richard's, it would be like a needle in a haystack if it hadn't already been consumed the moment it was withdrawn.

"Chaos."

The tension in the air felt suffocating.

"I'm trying to save you from Chaos."

A fidget, a spin, a deep, rattled breath.

"I already failed."

Seiana_ZI

Codebreaking Conversationalist


Amasis

Everyday Blob

PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 10:23 pm


Chaos? What did that mean? Saving him from chaos? Richard took a second to mull over Ignacio's words. He got the feeling there was more to that than what was on the surface. Especially when Ignacio said he'd already failed. That gave Richard the distinct impression that Ignacio wasn't talking about chaos as an abstract concept. He was treating it more like an actual entity.

"Chaos, huh?" Richard shook his head. "What does that mean?" Was Chaos an actual entity rather than an amorphous one? And if it was, what did that actually mean? Squid boy was part of "Chaos"? Was Chaos a hivemind, or a leader? Or a general unifying theme?

Richard brought his thoughts back to the matter at hand before they could run off down a rabbit hole. Ignacio was pacing a hole in the floor. He was pale, anxious. Richard sighed, just a little, wanting again to reach out to him and not knowing if that would actually help or make things worse. Shifting toward the headboard, leaving room next to him on the mattress right at the edge of the bed, was his compromise, his way of inviting Ignacio to sit with him without actually voicing it. The rattled sigh that Ignacio gave made Richard's heart hurt. He wanted so badly to be able to chase away whatever it was that was bothering Ignacio so badly.

Somehow, he knew he was out of his depth on this one.

Ignacio deep, rattled breath almost had Richard on his feet. He even put them on the ground in preparation to stand up. The though that Ignacio might not want him close was what kept him on the bed, even as he reflexively glanced to the open spot beside him on the mattress. Failed? How could Ignacio have failed?

"You didn't fail." Richard frowned, a little, but not at him. "Not if it was part of all the weird s**t in general that happens around this city..."
PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 10:24 pm


Ignacio did not take the invitation.

He resumed pacing, again, no longer looking at Richard's eyes and instead seemingly focused on the floor, the ceiling, the fidget he was holding, the grooves in the dresser, the carpet--everything but Richard, really. It seemed he had trouble keeping his eyes on the other for too long of a time. Perhaps it was because every time he looked at him, the images came flooding back. He saw the image of a Negaverse agent, a corrupted senshi, a monster captain, a monster lieutenant, a youma--all with Arra, all destroying what Arra was, all consuming his starseed and--

"Yes, I did," replied Ignacio, firm cutting Richard off from speaking any further, lifting his head to meet the other again. He froze, for a moment, before resuming his pacing. Despite the paleness in the skin, the shakiness in his hands, he was surprisingly steady with these words. Loud, even. "Yes, I failed, Richard." The use of his full name was unusual, very unusual, but perhaps it hinted about how serious Ignacio was about this situation. Perhaps it hinted about how much he was trying to separate himself from the situation.

"I wasn't there when you needed me." He swallowed hard. Now that he was talking, it was hard to stop. "You had your energy drained. By the Negaverse, I think. They're a group that follows Chaos." His voice was almost going too fast, his words stumbling over each other and mixing and near slurring. He took a deep breath. He tried to center himself. Why was he telling Richard this? What use would it be? Wouldn't it cause more harm than good? What if Richard became too concerned for him, what if he really--

His breath hitched in a way that sounded like he was being strangled.

"Arra, they kill people. They take their souls and eat them. You got lucky."

Seiana_ZI

Codebreaking Conversationalist


Amasis

Everyday Blob

PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 10:25 pm


The use of his full first name also made Richard's heart hurt, especially on top of Ignacio continuing to pace rather than sit next to him. Richard couldn't help feeling as if he had done something wrong, even as Ignacio was blaming himself. Perhaps, in fact, because Ignacio was blaming himself. Ignacio couldn't honestly expect to be able to babysit Richard every second of every day, could he?

No, but knowing Ignacio, he probably expected that of himself anyway.

Richard listened as he kept talking, as Ignacio gave him the information he had asked for. Honestly, a part of him sorely wished he hadn't asked, so that he wouldn't have to see that look in Ignacio's eyes. But... he had asked. And Ignacio had given it to him. And it was time, now, for Richard to live up to his half of the bargain.

"I don't think he was after my soul," he near-mumbled. "Just... something else. Some wispy bullshit. My energy, I guess." That was the term Ignacio had used, after all. Richard hadn't known that his energy was a quantifiable object, but he supposed it had been a very enlightening day for him in general.
PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 10:25 pm


He absolutely expected that of himself anyway.

Richard wasn't a baby, so perhaps babysit was the wrong term, and adultsit just sounded ... weird. But Ignacio felt like he needed to have eyes on his Arra at all times of day. If Ignacio had his eyes on Arra at all times of the day, he could protect Arra. And if he could protect Arra, he could stop his energy from being drained. If he could protect Arra, he could intervene if he saw anyone attempt to withdraw Arra's starseed. If he could intervene, he could see who was doing it, perhaps end their attempts, perhaps even end their attempts in a more permanent way--

Ignacio did not necessarily endorse killing. If they killed, they were not any better than the other side. If they killed, it had to be justified. They had to be doing so much harm that letting them live was no longer justifiable.

But the idea of someone killing Richard would have easily made Ignacio murderous in turn, and he knew it.

He wrung his hands, lifting his head as Richard finally spoke again. 'Some wispy bullshit.' It definitely sounded like an energy draining to him, though everything else had already given him that signal. The fact that Richard hadn't come home. The fact that Richard wasn't at the dance studio, or somewhere else typical. The fact that Richard had been collapsed against a bench, barely able to keep his eyes open, at a time of morning he was often considering waking up. The fact that Richard hadn't seemed to be processing much once he was picked up. The fact that Richard had bruises throughout his body, hinting at the danger he had been in. The fact that Richard seemed to be wincing every time he touched his arm. The fact that--

Ignacio bit down on his lip, hard.

He resumed fidgeting.

"Yeah, your energy. The stuff that keeps you going. They collect energy, to help power themselves, to help power their queen and her desires to," he squinted, "consume the world or some s**t." The Negaverse claimed they were trying to clear Earth of its alien invaders or some nonsense to protect the people of Earth, but if they planned on doing that by draining the people of Earth and eating their starseeds, what would be left for them to even 'protect?' Nothing, really. It would just be an empty planet, devoid of life, and they would start collapsing on themselves.

"I suspect they drained you to unconsciousness, but then decided to let you go." Did he really want to know this? Did he really want to have the details? "Can you tell me what happened? Was there a monster involved?"

Seiana_ZI

Codebreaking Conversationalist


Amasis

Everyday Blob

PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 10:25 pm


Richard supposed it was time to live up to his end of the bargain. Ignacio had answered all of his questions, at least the ones Richard had so far, and now it was time to answer Ignacio's. He really didn't want to. He really, really didn't want to. But a promise was a promise, and maybe now he'd be able to understand what had actually happened to him, besides.

"Yeah, sure, I guess." He shifted, fidgeting as well. "Yeah, there was a monster. A couple of them. I was running in the park and got attacked by," he felt very foolish, saying this aloud, "a bright orange squid and a kid with pipes sticking out of his back." Richard looked down at his arms, again. "The squid did the actual attacking, I guess..." Though the kid had done the "draining" thing, as far as Richard could tell...
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