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opens up another can and pours it in glass

[mercurio]

[prompto cannot actually believe that he spent the first day of halloween stressed from head to toes. the relief of seeing the newcomer he had lost to the police actually being okay and back at the safehouse— he sure did sleep like a baby after the tension left his body.]

[he's gone for most of the day but returns towards the evening, deciding to get going with an errand and finding just the right thing to reintroduce himself to the man. (in many ways, prompto felt guilty for not bringing him in quickly and more effectively, so he wants to make up for it.) no halloween costume for him this time around—just jeans and a sweater—as he walks into the safehouse and makes a beeline for the man, who sits at a chair looking like he has no interest in keeping company.]

Hey.

[sighing, prompto sits down on a chair nearby, disturbing the relative silence by scraping the floor. he's brought the umbrella he had bought the first night, half-bent state, and another item, obviously a cane.]

I totally made it on time.

[maybe it's... childish, but he doesn't know how to break the ice.]

How are you feeling? Got you these, by the way.

slaps it out of your hands....if we have to delete this thread later i'll laugh at u

[verselet]

[Prompto’s right: V has no real interest in keeping company, having chosen a spot in the corner of the common area to specifically avoid the path of foot traffic and extroverts alike. And yet here comes a familiar face, heralded by a familiar voice — less energetic than he remembers, though, noting it idly — and dark eyes sharpen with focus, tearing his attention away from his experimentations with his new implant.

The first thing he notes is the cane, of course, gaze sliding sliding up from its tip to its hilt; then to the umbrella, bent at its middle; then Prompto himself, plopping down on the chair across from him.

V looks less pale than when the young man first found him. The drugs having worn off have erased his nausea, and the sensation of awakening from a months-long nap has eased from his bones. He can move better, even sits a little straighter in his seat — and an arm extends, scrawled with dark tattoos (visible since he’s wearing only a threadbare short-sleeved tee as given to him by Morningstar in the color black), palm facing up.]

May I see it?

[The cane, he means. Everything else, the question included, is ignored for now.]

i think i might actually cry

[mercurio]

[prompto already knew that he wasn't going to be getting as many answers as he was delivering questions, so he's not all too surprised nor put off by being ignored for the sake of highlighting attention towards the cane. it makes sense, though; asking for a cane seemed way too specific to be something trivial.]

Here.

[he offers, raising the cane and tilting it towards him. his eyes scan over the other's arm, tattoos etches on the skin. curious.]

I hope it's the right height and weight. I know those are factors to take into account, but I'm not— I'm no expert.

weep more

[verselet]

[He takes the cane, drawing his arm back. His other hand aids in balancing it straight so that he can inspect, applying whatever attributes it possesses against some invisible checklist in his head.

It’s not like the one back home, of course. That one was of sturdy material, with a pointed tip made to pierce an ashen demon’s skull, a design at the hilt both unusual and subtly striking. This new one is not so unique — of proper height and sturdiness to support his frame, at least, and V stands without much warning to test it.

Dressed as he is, no longer in unflattering scrubs, it’s easier to see how slender his form is — the clothes he wears now are plain but they fit well enough, revealing a wan body, and so it doesn't take an exceptionally sturdy cane to hold him up. A hand whirls it once, then plants its tip against the floor of the safehouse. It makes a sharp clack.]

It suits me well enough.

[A lopsided grin, creeping onto his features. He considers Prompto.]

I’m surprised you went to the effort, though.

@prom.argentum

[mercurio]

vee blake lol creative

[you do you]

hey, it's prompto! you get to leave the safehouse today right?

[verselet]

You don’t like it, Mr. Silver? I thought it was fitting.

That’s right. Free from my prison today. Heading out to seek survival in an even harsher land. Or something like that.

[mercurio]

i can't tell if you're trying to convince me that "mr silver" was really clever
but i mean live your best name dreams etc

well today's a day of celebration![it's his bday but masks it with the whole freedom stuff]
any ideas on the job stuff? they must have given you some credits to start off right?
oh oh and did you try the audio books yet? oh man i was looking through it the other night and it's a lot of stuff to look through
anyway i got an idea that i wanted to run by you

@prom.argentum

[mercurio]

hey sup are you still at the party?
i'm not sure i'm heading back to the apartment

just in case you expected a bodyguard on the way home lol

i'm kinda tied down so i can't tell you in person

[verselet]

[With loud music blaring, strobe lights flickering against the sleek surface of the bar, trying to ignore a man who is all-too-eager to buy him a drink or three-]

I'm still here.

[regret]

Where are you going?

[mercurio]

hideki's place
hey can you take some of the food back home

@prom.argentum

[mercurio]

[it's some hour in the wee hours of the morning when a text will intrude on v's general implant-consciousness. prompto is very much aware that he might not be getting a response for hours, but he sends the message anyway.]

blake's poems are pretty religious, right?
he uses "Him" and "lamb" a lot so are those also names for the god he's writing about?
i like a poison tree
i didn't expect it to read like a story but also i didn't expect that ending either

[verselet]

[The reply comes only a few minutes afterwards, V being too new to the neural implant for its sudden blinking appearance of a text to not awaken him... if he was asleep.]

Are you usually awake at this hour?

[Not that he dislikes this subject of poetry at all, but he wonders if this is just His Life now.]

[mercurio]

iiiii accidentally had an energy drink after dinner

[accidentally]

these your usual haunting hours??
feels like you were in your room all day lol not like it matters

[when u get a new roommate and u are unsure about everything with regards to them]

SCREW IT, PORQUE NO LOS DOS.

[adsero]

Hello Vee, did you make it home alright from the party? I tried looking for you later on, did Prompto finally give up?

LMAO perfect

[verselet]

[Oh. This is unexpected. But Abel had left two good first impressions thus far, so V tends to the message without hesitation.]

Hello, Abel. Thoughtful of you to check on me.

Prompto left to go to Hideki’s place near the end of the party, or so he told me. I wouldn’t know. Hideki kicked me out.

[adsero]

We were both fish out of water so to speak, it felt strange not to send some kind of thank you note for the sane conversation.

Wait, what?!

[Someone is already not a fan.]

How dare he! Spoiled jerk, what happened?

shrugs

[mercurio]

i was recently reminded of how much it hurts to get tattoos
how did you survive all of yours??

[verselet]

I barely did. It turned my hair black.

[Is he joking? Surely he’s joking right? It’s impossible to tell over text, isn’t it.]

Did you get a new tattoo?

[mercurio]

your hair isn't originally black??

[squints]

yeah i did! it's been about a week

@prom.argentum

[mercurio]

[after he finally makes it to the safehouse, and after several dumbass misfires.]

hey shit i hope this goes through
are you okay??

[verselet]

I'm at the NAPD. I'm fine.

[Implying that V travelled all the way out the precinct. He's Fine, he says.]

You?

[mercurio]

napd? oh right

[takes him a moment of suppressed panic—only to remember what v had told him, about riko, and then figures that it's perhaps not that serious and that, if anything, he should be kept safe and sound there, important as v is to riko's needs.]

uh i was in a train when the emp hit
made it out mostly okay
was brought back to the safehouse which is where i am right now

you're not gonna leave, are you? it's pretty bad outside
it's really hard to breathe and i'm pretty burnt up already

@tony.redgrave

[redload]

yo, v. some doctor made an interesting post on the network. can't decide if you're slacking off on your reading habit or not. can't help feeling the disappointment.

[but-]

it might put at ease some of your questions about how our timing in this world works.

[this is him excitedly running to his brother to tell him he solved a 'choose your own adventure' story before the other, but not wanting to sound super enthusiastic about it.]

[verselet]

I did see the post, yes.

[Sorry to burst your bubble, Dante, but V reads basically everything on the network.]

It puts at ease the fact that time supposedly stills for those gone, yet that opens up its own uncertainties. What of those hailing from two different points in their world, like you and I? Is having no memory of their time in this world a steadfast rule, or something which only applies to those who return? Does it matter? Does it mean that we are different versions of each other, unaware of that fact? Who is to say? There's no way of measuring any of this, no way of knowing what causes a departure or a second-arrival.

Difficult to say, difficult to know. Theories are all but theories.

[negative nancy]

[redload]

[HOLY HELL]

[well, if v's hoping to have an intellectual conversation......lmao.. dante immediately regrets]

do you always have to be so negative and overcomplicated?