acatalepsy_rpg | Text; priorities

Well we're on the same page there.

It's been nice being able to hang around without the armor and suit but I'm sure you'd appreciate if I wore pants more often.

Anybody pointing you to a secret magical closet or whatever?

You have no idea.

But yeah, apparently we just need to ask the ghosty guys that are floating around. Might not be jeans, but it'll be something.

Wait, should I be insulted?

Oh. They creep me out.

York, when have I ever insulted you?

Me to, but apparently they're friendly, if literal. So be specific in what you want I guess.

Possibly just now!

Specific, huh? But the sky's the limit?

But only possibly.

[He missed you, can you tell?]

No one said anything about limits and I didn't think to ask. Guess we'll find out.

I think you're just teasing but I need to hear your voice to be sure. Texting was a mistake.

[ Not as much as he missed you!!! ]

We sure will. This could be awesome or terrible.

You started this.

[He absolutely could have said this out loud. But he's not.]

As long as it ends with pants.

[ There's a beat, as York reads the entire thing, and now he's certain North is teasing but just to be a pain in the ass, he hops up off his bed (in just his underwear, which is how he typically exists in their space) and pokes his head into the common area. ]

Hey North. I need to hear these in your voice, just read me your last few texts. Act natural.

Do you really not trust me that much?

[Still, he'll start scrolling back.]

Nah. I'd trust you with anything, and I know you're teasing. I'm just being a pain in the ass back.

[ He comes over to claim a seat next to his friend, now that he's up anyway. ]

I'm not sure if I should really ditch the armor in general, though. What with my bad side. The power cells are going to run out, but... what do you think?

Some things never change.

But yeah, I've been wondering about that to. I feel better having it, but unless we can find another source somewhere, it might be more of a hindrance than anything else eventually.

Now that we've solved the clothes problem, I might just have it for emergencies.

Yeah... I haven't actually needed my left covered, yet, I just feel better with trackers set. But it sounds like we might want our armor in other worlds. We'll save the power and play it by ear, I guess?

Seems like the best way to go about it, yeah.

[But that leads to slightly more...disconcerting conversations.]

...I'm guessing Delta didn't make the trip, huh? If your left's not covered.

[ York is quiet for a moment, just breathing. Disconcerting is one word for it, yeah. ]

...if he had you would've seen him by now, man, I never-- I hadn't pulled him in years. He was all I had left. But since he didn't make the trip, I don't know where the hell he could be.

[North nods. He gets it, and puts a comforting arm around York for a moment.]

...Same with Theta. You know he would have said hi the moment you appeared.

Unfortunately, I got an idea where he might be.

[ York leans into the comfort offered gratefully, one hand coming up to pat North's knee in return. They're in the same boat. ]

Yeah, he sure would have. Popped out and asked if it was really me and then if he could talk to D. Where do you -- what do you mean unfortunately?

[North misses him a lot. But then his expression darkens and he takes a breath.]

Right before I showed up here, I got in a fight with Maine.

It went about as well as you'd expect.

...I don't think he's Maine anymore. They're calling him "The Meta" in communication. Took me awhile to figure that out, what really happened there. What he did to the others.

[ That certainly does explain where North thinks Theta is, but also... York doesn't know how to take this, his grip on his friend tightening a little reflexively. Because everyone who he knows ran into the thing that used to be Maine is dead now. But North's right here, solid and warm and telling this story. ]

I'm sorry. I was really hoping I'd find you before he did, but also that we never had to deal with him at all.

Right. The Meta.

[He'd known, in a vague way of course. But he hadn't seen Maine in a long time and it was easy to forget in the face of an old friend. Maybe he was too trusting in that regard.

Of course, he'd always figured that in a real fight he probably never stood a chance against Maine.]

It's okay. Not exactly your fault. I probably should have been more careful.

I just hope South made it out alright.

Just because it wasn't my fault doesn't mean any of this is okay. Or that you did anything wrong. Just know it wasn't Maine. I might not have had the best relationship with the guy but he wouldn't have... never.

[ Thinking about this hurts, brings up the grief and bitterness all over again, he's keeping his voice even as always but is clearly extremely upset. ]

I hope so too, man.

[North nods in agreement. Maine, as they knew him, was a stand up guy if a bit of a brute.]

Right. It's, still kind of hard to divide the two though.

[And he doesn't like thinking about Maine like that, but at the same time, it's hard to ignore.]

Kinda makes you wish there was a way to call home.

Yeah... that'd be nice.

[ But as much as he desperately needs to know what happened to Delta, York doesn't know if he wants to send North back into whatever was about to happen to him. He knows what the Meta did to the other Freelancers it found. And now he's deeply worried for his friend. ]

Is that the goal here, do you think? Sending us home? People have said that the folks Astoria brings in come and go.

I heard that to.

[He sighs. He's not sure if he wants to go back either. He's got a pretty good idea of how it ends.]

But maybe it's a goal? After she's done sending us to all these different worlds, or however it's supposed to go.

I don't really understand how we're supposed to help other worlds, honestly. I can barely control my ability at all, so it just feels like being drafted into someone else's war. Not like I had anything going for me back home, but without Delta...

[ York shrugs. He would've been a lot less unhappy about the whole deal if he hadn't lost his buddy, is all. ]

At least we're together again?

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