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.]

Comments

[motherfucking_ghost]

Jesus christ, you could be a children's tv show host or something.

[founderinglight]

Ardyn's the entertainer, I'm just an artist.

[Shrug.]

And you can't say 'antidepressants don't change shit if you don't also change your way of thinking' on children's TV.

[motherfucking_ghost]

.........What?

[founderinglight]

...I'm on antidepressants?

[What?]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Oh. You kinda jumped tracks there, and I had no idea where you were going with that.

I still don't, actually, but at least you're not having a seizure. Unfortunately.

Anyway. Have fun with your punchy stuff and your- [-should he not say memories? maybe he should not do that.] Stuff.

[founderinglight]

The point is that I'm not cut out for children's TV because I don't censor myself enough. I'm retired from politics and don't want to be in a position of giving a damn about my language anymore.

[Good job Church you learned exactly (1) politics today.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Okay, whatever, good job taking me super literally. Have fun, with any luck you'll choke on your own spit and fall over the railing. [bye felicia]

[founderinglight]

...Is there some other way I should have taken it?

[Whatever, Church, he's just. Going to quietly flip you off once he's sure you're gone, with a sigh. Dick.]