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[rudelanguage]

ANTIGONE INBOX: username ANTIGONEIGUESS
PENDING INBOX: username ITSPENDING
KNIFE INBOX: nonexistent (for now)

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Voice - un: frost

[shadowsincryo]

Hey, it’s Kaeya. Do you have a few minutes for a chat?

un will be Pending, as searched

[rudelanguage]

Tss-!

[FUCK!

there's rattling and some clatter and then abrupt silence for a beat as they're looking around for the source of the voice being so close; they're not fucking used to this thing talking in their ear, so it's like someone got the drop on them!

Fucking where...?]

[shadowsincryo]

[He holds back his laughter. Steady, steady.] Sorry to interrupt your wanderings. I’m not with you. This is me talking via our earbuds.

[rudelanguage]

[Eugh, other people can do this?? Shit...

they huff, forcing the Pending tone back in that got scared a few octaves off.]

What do you want.

[shadowsincryo]

The time that we’ve been waiting for has arrived. Aurora has announced our next mission. Would you like the details she put in writing?

Of course you do. [He gives the broad strokes, knowing Pending’s attention span. Locate anomaly causing people to shift from law to chaos and vice versa. Use a new identity and the legal stuff to move unseen. New abilities to help mask.]

[rudelanguage]

[Pending's mouth opens and closes before they can interject.

...Well, no, it's...good to get the details from a second source. Just in case I missed shit.

but still:] Coulda done this face-to-face.

[shadowsincryo]

I can. If you want to discuss this further in person that’s fine. I brought tribute for the chat.

[Is that him in the distance with a large bag in hand? Maybe. No bird in sight. Just a man with a takeout bag.]

[rudelanguage]

[tribute??? treats?? far be it from the most treat-motivated creature aside from, say, a dog, to say no to that.]

Then pick a bridge and I'll... [...

squint.]

Oh.

[that's him. over there.

Pending's just gonna fucking stand here 🧍‍♂️ and let him come to him.]

[shadowsincryo]

[He joins them with a sparkle in his eye. He offers the bag. Inside, waffle fries, a pair of milkshakes, and a neat row of grilled chicken sandwiches.] Save the mint chocolate milkshake for me, please. The rest is yours.

AUDIO to > ANTIGONEIGUESS

[hexcope]

[There's the muffle sounds of a party in the background.]

Checking in on you. I haven't seen you around.

!!!

[rudelanguage]

[he won't get his answer then and there - try like. nine, ten hours later.

hushed, raspy:] Uh? Yeah? What? Long-Term? You--you wanted something?

:)

[hexcope]

No. Just wanted to make sure you were still around. Thanks for the update.

[He sounds incredibly Neutral.]

[rudelanguage]

[woman doing math dot gif...

then a coughahem to actually get Antigone's voice back on right.]

Uh--oh. I... You... were worried? About that?

[hexcope]

Of course I was. You're my friend, even if I don't know what you think of me right now.

[rudelanguage]

A--

[huh????????????????????????? Jayce Jerk Talkass Talis is dropping friendship on a bitch currently in the middle of trying to endure five weeks of solitary madness?? is this like. is this a setup?

...it's probably not a setup. he's too like. honest for that.]

I, uh... [fuck, it's hard to get thoughts and feelings to idle long enough to tack down to words, especially with the constant looking around to ensure she's alone.] I, I-yi-yuh...I didn't know. That. You thought that. Actually. Considering I'm-- [a liar and a shithead and maybe six hours away from crashing out before locking the fuck back in to stay on-task.] Not...very good?

[hexcope]

...You didn't know I thought you were a friend? Am I just that bad at this?

[First he belittles her to the point she flips out on him, now she's surprised he even thinks of her as a friend. Fuck, he sucks at having normal friends, doesn't he?]

Yeah, I do. And you're fine. I'm the one who was overstepping boundaries, remember?

[rudelanguage]

[his mistake was picking someone with a really bad sense of self-worth and deciding that was friend-shaped. easy mistake, anyone coulda done it.]

I mean--yeah, but, [but-- flounder.] I, I dunno, you had, have...more important things to deal with? Right? [like not fuckin' dying for five weeks in fae hell where you could accidentally slight something that can curse you into a tree or make your brain think backwards or--]

text | un: bahamut

[oblige]

Good day to you.

It has been some time since last we spoke, so I wish to ask how you are faring.

[rudelanguage]

[day? try night! it's a bit, but not entirely out of rudeness, promise. but! eventually!]

Uh, heh-hey? Hi? Does this work? Don-don't say anything if you're like. Talking to other people or ar-around other people or whatever though!

[oblige]

[ Dion left a message expecting it could be some time until he received a reply. He used text to avoid being overheard.

Yet he's fortunately alone when she responds. ]

Worry not; none would overhear or observe me where I am.

[rudelanguage]

If, if you say so. [dubious, but not cynically dubious, y'know? he's capable, but...fae shit. fae shit.

anyway.

beat.]

Uh. What, what was it? You needed? Again?

[oblige]

I'm inquiring as to how you've fared thus far. This place can be...taxing.

[ His tone heavily implies that last word is bearing the burden of euphemism. ]

[rudelanguage]

[she gives a fluttery, busted laugh at that.]

Just, just say it's fucked. It's okay. I promise I won't say shit to anyone.

[oblige]

[ It's terrible and he's so done with it, she wasn't kidding about these people. ]

It has been a deeply vexing experience in too many ways.

[ Close enough? ]

[rudelanguage]

Almost like it'sssssssssssss............... [c'mon. c'mon, bud. c'mon.]