“Now that I started, however, I have to finish…“ [sighs yet again]
”–That doesn’t mean you have to finish right this second, does it? Don’t tell me you plan to read that whole thing straight through…“ Even for Ace, that’s pretty brutal.
(Source: dyusaeris)
“Thought it had info I didn’t know… Don’t read it. It’s 500 pages of repeated concepts in small font.”
“… I’d much rather eat Cinque’s cooking again, if I’m being completely honest.”
“Don’t.“ [sighs, trying to get across that it isn’t an enjoyable read in the least.]
"But then… Why are you…?” [/trails off, confusion evident on her features.] Is he punishing himself for something…?
“… Uh huh.“ It’s actually droll as all hell but I just wanted to make sure I knew everything in it before I dismissed it. [trying very hard to not give his actual opinion]
”…Maybe I’ll end up looking at it someday. Who knows, right…?“ Etro, please no. But–if I ever have trouble falling asleep, I’ll be sure to borrow it. "I’m guessing you would recommend something so… Reliable?” [/is still trying to be respectful of what she thinks is another person’s taste.]
[stops suddenly, turns and sighs before reciting the title] “Magical Properties in Advanced Military Strategic Planning as Depicted by the Antimatter Property Volume 3.“ You probably don’t want to know.
[/stares.] ”…W-Wow, that’s certainly an impressive title…“ Do I even want to know? "It sounds very–informative!” [/gives a polite nod.]
“Something like that.“ [continues to read as he strolls past]
"Ah–I see you haven’t wasted any time in taking advantage of it, Ace.” [/peers curiously after, tilting her head in inquiry.] “If I may, what are you reading…?"
// I always mess up the placement of the ‘au’. >: It’s a terrible word and the english language should just change it to restaraunt because that’s what it sounds like.
Oh I’ve had that error before, though. I just reinstalled Skype and it fixed itself. o A o;; If it doesn’t work out…~
| | If it weren’t for spell check Webster would have already gotten a very strongly worded letter from me about the way restaurant is spelled. With lots of bolds and underlines because I would have meant some serious business okay >:c Can we fix words like ‘receipt’ and 'colonel’ while we’re at it please? They make me twitch a lil bit.
Aha, I see~ Hopefully that’ll fix it, or… OTL At the very least, it’s something waaay more concrete than just staring at it in extreme disapproval like I have been doing ^^; //will perform necessary maintenance tomorrow bc 4 am brain is on some serious life support
(Source: dyusaeris)
//that is me with the word restaurant every single time I have to use it l o l. I was wondering why you weren’t online though haha.
| | Arghhhh that’s another one D< I think it’s the ‘au’ that’s tripping us up. Although for some reason, the word restaurant makes me think of a type of dinosaur…? ^^; i d k ldhgjfg every time I try to pull Skype up, there’s a spinny loading circle where my status normally is, and it just isn’t going away this time. I know my Wi-Fi is fine since I’m having no other internet problems, so I’ve just been kinda helplessly sitting here hoping it would fix itself so I could come bother you guys and all that jazz. May tinker with the router if it isn’t fixed tomorrow ><
It felt akin to being blatantly struck across the face. Which, Deuce almost preferred said option, as the brunette held no doubt in her mind that it would have hurt less.
The crippling spell of anguish had virtually paralyzed her on spot, stripping the girl of both her voice and mobility as desperate hues could only linger silently upon the receding back of her classmate. She had never once been on the receiving end of Ace’s cold shoulder, even with having known the latter for as long as she has. In fact, the card wielder was one she consistently held in high regard, for he had always been an unfaltering source of both inspiration and comfort for the young musician. They had grown up together, had persevered together, had endured together–countless memories having been so naively taken for granted; a dear bond so easily and completely shattered by such a hauntingly preventable interval of gullibility.
It had not been intentional, though. Would never, under any circumstance whatsoever, have been deliberate. No, Deuce cringed amidst the act of merely entertaining of the thought. Words like ‘mistake’ and 'ashamed’ continued to pulse through her mind as she stood there beside herself, growing proportionate to the suffocating sense of guilt that now almost constantly seemed to weigh in her chest. Is this… Is this how it’s going to be from now on…? What was such a simple passing thought only served to instigate yet another hybrid wave of regret and remorse to wash over her petite frame. And although the musician would never dream of hurting Ace or any of the members that comprised Class Zero, could she really blame the dealer for treating her in such an harsh manner?
Perhaps she was just fruitlessly attempting to cling onto something of which had long since escaped her grasp. And maybe it was dreadfully selfish of her to so desperately desire the blonde’s temporary engagement, even if it were for only a period long enough to allow the younger female to explain what had prompted such uncharacteristic actions. But she could not take it anymore. The guarded gaze that had glazed over once-welcoming azure hues. The deliberate aversion of both his attention and presence. All of it–It was as if Deuce had completely ceased to exist in his life, and had never even been significant in any manner whatsoever; neither positively nor negatively. No, this kind of treatment was insufferable.
Without thinking, distraught legs had propelled the number two forward, strides swiftly diminishing the gap that had once stretched out between the two Agito candidates. The unusual bold spell had prompted the flutist to instinctively snake out a hand to capture the male’s once-retreating wrist, her petite frame shaking with a wide range of overwhelming emotions. “I-If you’re mad at me, can you just yell at me and get it over with already?” The words all but fell out of her mouth. And though her projected tone rang with a slight tremor, she felt determined to hold his attention this time around. “I-I didn’t mean for this to happen! I thought… I just thought it was a normal mission! You know I would never…” She helplessly trailed off, her grip on Ace’s wrist tightening as she realized how pathetic she must sound to him. Emerald hues averting downward, her now-aching throat felt as if it were closing up, coupled with her eyes stinging with the threat of tears. She blinked once, twice, and inwardly resolved to retain her composure.
“…I don’t blame you if you hate me, you know… I would hate me, too. B-But… You won’t even look at me anymore…"
The others? The dealer thought to himself, but shook his head. No. If we attempt to find them we might run into it without being properly prepared. The Peristylium is too big… He eventually shook his head in response, and held his shoulders a little higher than he usually did. Hands defaulted to his waistline, and his foot slid forward slightly, and shifted his weight backwards. His gaze was a bit more determined now, although whether that was from frustration or just the relish of the challenge presented before him was up to the beholder. “No. They can take care of themselves, and should anything happen, their bodies would already be here. We should prioritize intelligence gathering.”
He turned suddenly in the direction of the Crystarium and motioned for the flautist to follow suit. Despite the empty hallways and the echoing of his shoes as they tapped against the floor, the young man felt somewhat at ease. This was nothing more than a spontaneous mission to him. As such, the resources were still available. While he was unsure where to start the search for information, he was almost positive the Peristylium would keep books recording its own history and the inhabitants within it, as well as folklore and prevalent gossips. It was all a matter of finding such texts. His heard turned over his shoulder briefly, and checked for the brunette’s person following steadily behind him. If anything, he felt that some form of assurance was necessary given the circumstances. Even if it was obvious. “We’ll be fine.”
The blonde’s tone was laced with a characteristic, businesslike quality–one that surprisingly managed to relieve Deuce of some tension. They were simply going through the motions, overcoming yet another obstacle as if it were merely just another day on dispatch. And when the younger girl thought about it, their current situation did not stray very far from the template of a generic mission. “–Mmh,” the brunette gave a trusting nod, seeing the logic in his plan. They knew absolutely nothing about what they were dealing with, what they may very well be having to go up against–the odds would just be that much more against them if they were not equipped with, at the very least, a background of their current antagonist.
The musician instinctively responded to the other’s subtle gesture, pivoting to face their new direction and not skipping a beat as her soft footfalls treaded lightly behind his set pace. Her gaze flitted around casually as a comfortable silence stretched out between the pair, with the second continuing to internally mull over their current situation. It was not until the distance between the two candidates and their destination remained but a few strides away did the flutist return her attentiveness in full. I wonder… What exactly are we going to find? Are we even going to find anything at all…? But… We have to start somewhere, right…? Pestering internal dialogue swirled relentlessly within the melodist’s mind as the familiar entrance came into view, but was stopped short as a much-needed reassurance fell upon obligated ears. He was right–they just needed to take it one step at a time. “Ah… Y-Yes! We always are in the end,” she agreed, optimism brightening up her features as she offered Ace a smile brimming with sincerity. “But, since we don’t really know what we’re looking for… Where are we even going to start?"
