Event Post

[azuremagma]

Cyril is sitting at a defunct bus stop (day), a park (day), or on the docks (night) in his full form and regalia. To be honest? He looks like shit. Hair is a mess and he's grown out a penance beard that makes him look like a crazy homeless man dressed in Babylonian garb. He mashes buttons on a tablet, muttering to himself as he types. 'Hey nerds, I'm ba-no, that sounds like I dun like this place. Tread the line carefully...' or 'Fuck, I'm sorry I fucked us up, that last duel ya did was pretty fuckin' balls, but I know you can do b-Ugh, fuck that, jus' ain't gonna talk ta 'er.' or! 'Down but never out, the badd-agh, fuck, I am out though. Fire fades an' that 'appy shit...'

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[azuremagma]

He cackles madly at that.

"I didn't wanna go ta that place. Fuckin' ogre'd been there before though. Probably has a bastard kid or three runnin' 'round there ta." A sigh.

"He could probably smuggle ya, if ya dun feel like ya can stand yer ground much longer. But I also think yer better than 'e is, at least on this."

[memoryistime]

What, because I'm at least allowing the chance to let my kid know me, or to decide to not know me?

I mean, either way, I'm really not up to handling them. So it's up in the air if I'm better than anyone else about this. *sighhhhh*

And no, I don't need to be smuggled out. It's not like something is keeping me here.

[azuremagma]

"Yeah? But if they're in school, ya... missed the 'ard parts. But if it's up ta them, that's... fuckin' nerve wracking." He pauses.

"A sense of duty may be keepin' ya."

[memoryistime]

Psh, duty. But who knows, maybe. But I can technically do my work wherever? *shrugs a little*

But yes, given what I'm heard, I might be getting off lucky here.

[azuremagma]

"...What do ya mean gettin' off lucky? This is kinda a fuckin' shit show for ya. ... No offense."

[memoryistime]

No, no. Apparently it's worse.

But I won't say it since it's the kid's own business. But I'm glad I didn't deal with the fallout of it.

[azuremagma]

"Oh, jeez. Yeah, dun lemme know. I'll try an' 'elp out an' prolly make it worse."

He laughs at that, offering a cigarette.

[memoryistime]

*shakes his head at the cigarette.*

Probably. I dunno who'd even help in this case. Other than Noriko. And she knows.

[azuremagma]

"... I mean, she's usually the go-to person for weird shit an' does... fairly well, given uh. Who an' what she's a fusion of."

[memoryistime]

Well, yes. Which does make it harder to find new avenues of advice about this.

But, again. She knows about the problem. In fact she knew about it before I did, and swore that she had told me. ... She apologized for that part, at least.

[azuremagma]

"...Did she... take that memory outta yer... 'ead?" He considers, Samasus. Problems that are the kid's business, not a public safety hazard. Nods to himself. He's probably seen it before.

"Think she's the leading expert on yer family an' teen problems 'round 'ere. Might ask the k-... Guess 'e ain't a kid. Geo. That crew might be able ta 'elp ya out. 'ell, might be able ta 'elp yer kid out."

[memoryistime]

No no. Probably not.

I'll think about it, at least. It sorta depends on the whole "do they or do they not want to know me" deal, too.

I mean, I kinda expect they don't want to know, but that's me and figuring no one would want to know me.