text;; elevencrows (+1 log prompt)

[founderinglight]

So it seems that the androids remembered my request from some months ago regarding tattoo equipment, and thus I suddenly find myself in possession of a large amount of such. Considering the mix of people here, I thought I'd put out word for if anyone is interested. I'm not experienced in this in particular, but I have a good amount of artistic skill and a very steady hand.

[Sometime after the message, Izunia can be found out on the deck, watching the sunset as is his usual habit. Unusually, though, he's not drawing or sipping at a warm drink against the chill.

Instead, he's turning a set of metal knuckles over in his hands - those who've seen his Royal Arms before will likely recognize the silver-with-blue-sheen material of the magical weapons, and even if they don't, the wing motif is as consistent as ever. He seems very much lost in thought, expression alternating between fondness and sadness, always a bit wistful.]

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[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm surprised he'd do that with you.

[founderinglight]

He got a good laugh at me the first time. He hadn't thought about the fact that the dead don't get to pick up arms.

... We are okay, on the whole. In spite of what you may think, that isn't a lie.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I think he'd say that 'okay' is too strong a word. I don't know which of you is the crazy one here, then, but honestly, my money's on you seeing anything that's not directly negative as a positive. I don't know why he'd want to just hand you special weapons.

[founderinglight]

You'd have to ask him. I can speculate as to his reasoning but I'm as likely to be wildly off the mark as not.

It isn't as though I'm unarmed without trading with him, though, so it matters less than you might think.

[motherfucking_ghost]

No, I think it matters more? Because he doesn't need to do it. So there's no weird bullshit obligation. But you're right. I'd have to ask him.

[founderinglight]

[Izunia just... shrugs.]

I think he understands why it is that it matters to me, and it's not just about him. That's enough for me.

[And with that, his eyes go back to the set of knuckles on the table.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

And why does it matter to you?

[founderinglight]

Because for most of them, the weapons are all I have.

[He takes the knuckles up off the table, gently, and holds them to his chest.]

...These are my daughter's.

[motherfucking_ghost]

That's not true. You still have your memories. [Bit sharp on his part, but hey.]

...At least that's different, but I'd still rather have a shotgun of the sinner or, like, bazooka of the blessed. Rocket launcher of the radical. Whatever.

[founderinglight]

You can't touch a memory. You can't be certain of it, because it will twist and change over time.

[Soft, but a touch bitter.]

These I can hold.

[motherfucking_ghost]

His did, but apparently yours didn't, so go fuck yourself, you sanctimonious scumbag.

[founderinglight]

...What the hell brings this on? You're the one who brought up memories, not me, don't be an ass over something you brought up.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Spoilers, if anyone gets to be an ass over the topic of memories, it's me. Fucking whatever.

[founderinglight]

And I didn't do a damn thing to yours, so you don't get to pin that on me either.

If you're just looking for a fight, I'm not interested.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm not here to start a fight; I told him I wouldn't pick a damn fight with you. You're just so casually god damn irritating that it's hard not to. I just pointed out that you still have your intact memories as far as what you have of your family.

[founderinglight]

You're credibly succeeding at the exact opposite.

I don't need the state of Ardyn's memories rubbed in my face. I know well enough what he's lost, better than he does, without you putting salt in the wound. So don't do it.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm not salting anything, I'm just saying!

[founderinglight]

And you expect me to believe that, when you've made no secret of the knives you would put in my chest if you had your way? Do you think me so stupid as to think that you're not trying to hurt me?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Trying to hurt you is my default state, but I'm not picking a fight, so if you don't want a fight, then don't fight me, bitch.

[founderinglight]

And you don't think that qualifies as picking a fight?!

[motherfucking_ghost]

No, cuz I say this kinda shit to you all the time, and we haven't fought! The fuck are you so mad about, fucko?

[founderinglight]

[Everyone has their limit, and apparently Izunia has reached his.]

Forget my rules of engagement, you can't even abide by Ardyn's. We don't. Talk. About the memories.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm not fighting with you, that's it, that's all the rules from Ardyn. You don't wanna talk memories, fine, whatever! If that's one of your shitty things we don't talk about, then we won't talk about it, fine the fuck by me.

[founderinglight]

We don't talk about it. And we don't use it as weapons against each other. I -

[He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down.]

We don't talk about it. If there's something he outright doesn't remember, I'll tell him more about it if he asks, but otherwise we don't talk about it.

[motherfucking_ghost]

The brain can only take so much anyway, might be better if he doesn't know.