[Event]

[azuremagma]

If you're in Domino, there's a man sitting on a bench downtown or in the park, resting his head in his hands. He looks. Strained? Upset? Tired? He also looks... Familiar? He could be mistaken for the now older Geo, if Geo shaved his stupid beard and let his hair go free. If approached by someone who is familiar with the blue flame prince, he'll give a small grin and motion to the empty seat next to him.

He can also be found in front of the now probably now rented out building he had called his office/home looking similarly distressed or smoking a cigarette around the police station, if you're keen on those areas as well.

Comments

[azuremagma]

"...Really? I've 'eard we've all got twins out there."

He laughs a little.

"See ya ain't a ghostmasu anymore."

[memoryistime]

What? *he takes a moment to think, scratching his head*

Did I. Meet you before? I really can't remember. My memory gets shoddy if I don't see people all the time.

[azuremagma]

"I bought some zucchini from ya once, I think, during some ridiculous debacle or another."

[memoryistime]

Oh. Oh right from that blasted store.

I'm. Shocked you still remember that. *is that why your grin faltered there. did I do something to bug you before.*

[azuremagma]

"So'm I, honestly. Surprisin' what someone remembers, right? Yer... Shian, right?"

[memoryistime]

Well I sure as hell didn't expect you to remember my name, either.

*he puts his hands behind his head*

Yeah. Samasu, Shian. And you're who, here. You're obviously not Briar.

[azuremagma]

"Sorry, get caught up on some strained details sometimes."

He half-grins.

"Cyril. An' do I really look like the fuckin' punk? Jeez, bet 'e grew up a bit."

[memoryistime]

Cyril. Cyril, hn.

*he really is trying to think about it. ugh, Cyril. Do I know any Cyrils? Geeeeh.*

Sorry, no bells ringing for your name. And yeah, guy grew up. You lack the beard he got in, though.

[azuremagma]

"Dun worry 'bout it. Sure a fuck ton 'as changed fer both of us since then."

He waves his hand.

"Still keepin' his mom's rat shack afloat?"

[memoryistime]

Well yes, being fleshy is a big change, so.

You mean the Flamvell place? Yeah. He's doing pretty well about it from what I gather. *and also apparently getting married.*

[azuremagma]

...Wait marriage. Oh. OH.

"Really? Fuckin' great. He's... Uh. Gettin' married then? Ta... Suguru then?"

[memoryistime]

The angry girl with golden eyes who looks like she's related to me? *yep, that's Suguru.*

[azuremagma]

"...Yeah, that's 'er."

[memoryistime]

Then yeah. They're getting married, far as I've managed to pick up on it. *making a che-ing sound like. marriage, psh.*

[azuremagma]

"Yeah, that was... Pretty fuckin' inevitable, I guess."

He sighs.

"So, uh. Ya Samasus are all free, then, I guess?"

[memoryistime]

Free? *he gives a curt laugh, like that's a cruel joke*

Nah. We have a new contract holder now. The fiend's dead, though. I'm just a unique case at the moment.

No, if we were "free", I wouldn't be here, since I wouldn't have lasted long enough to even get a living body.

[azuremagma]

"I mean, that's... Fuckin' somethin' at least. At least ya got a body now."

[memoryistime]

Yeah, but apparently that doesn't stop me from being bossed around by big red demonic guys.

*man you probably didn't expect it but. Shian's actually pretty. easy to get along with?? you likely expected something worse since this is the same guy that tore stuff out of Sanshi's head once.*

[azuremagma]

"We all got our themes in life. Yers jus' sounds like shit. Also, uh. Didn't 'spect ya ta be this fuckin' cool, no offense."

[memoryistime]

What, cool? I'm not cool. Definitely not. Where'd you get the idea I'm "cool" in any sense.

... where'd you get the impression otherwise, that you'd be surprised anyway.

[azuremagma]

"Well, uh. If I remember right, the last time we 'ad seen each other, ya'd kinda ripped some shit out o' my best friend's 'ead. I mean, prolly bein' bossed 'round by the last big red bastard, but still. An', ya are, really. I'm a fanfuckintastic judge of character."

[memoryistime]

I'm definitely not and you're better off trying of me as being terrible. *someone's got some self-esteem problems, you can smell it.*

Ripped out of your best friend's head? ... Do you mean the nosy kid with the sunglasses? That was on orders, it wasn't like I had a choice in touching him or not.

[azuremagma]

Oh shit I am simply the best at helping with self-esteem.

"Oh, yeah, I mean, I figured it wasn't yer choice. Jus' evil mooks tend ta, y'know. NOT fuckin' turn over a leaf an' be a pretty sweet ass dude."

[memoryistime]

When you have people around you who will never let you leave and a giant dragon hanging over your shoulder and prodding your sense of "toss yourself into dumb heroics", it's hard not to be forced to.

You know. Among other, equally as dumb things.

[azuremagma]

"I mean, sometimes people need those small kicks! I'm pretty fuckin' excited ya went from that ta 'ere though. Which means you're SUPER fuckin' awesome. We should 'ang out."

Why does that statement come with a sense of dread.