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Root ([personal profile] computation) wrote2024-05-22 09:07 am

IC Contact - Expiation



connecting . . .
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[personal profile] incorrigibles 2024-10-09 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
that's aces, then. she's just taking a little nap now... we'll wake her up as soon as we can

oh, damn

hope no one got hurt

me? we had to create a distraction in ketsora for the team to get in, and then we got split up when the portal thing sent us into different places. ended up at the beach
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[personal profile] incorrigibles 2024-10-10 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
i know what you mean. but as long as we can't do anything about it... at least she's safe.

hey, go for it! and then tell me how it went, yeah?

oh, uh

well, we got targeted by some archers in ketsora and a girl died at the beach and my friend turned into this weird form that's on fire
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[personal profile] traumaticus 2024-10-12 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Miss Root,
I wish to have coffee with you.
Signed,
Richard Plantagenet, duke of Gloucester.
traumaticus: (Your silence is my favorite sound)

[personal profile] traumaticus 2024-10-12 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
it is Richard
but yes, that would be helpful. and bussin.


[hah! second victim to be his test audience.]

excellent. you know a shop for coffee, then?
traumaticus: (It rattles the bones of our fathers)

[personal profile] traumaticus 2024-10-13 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
oh
i was under impression that is the correct euphemism for a situation like this.

very well. i will be waiting for your coordination.
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[personal profile] traumaticus 2024-10-14 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
expressing delight and gratitude.

[huh, at least this time it's a symbol he kinda recognizes? well anyway, he leaves for the coffee shop. It'll be roughly 20 minutes by before he arrives there.]
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[personal profile] florescu 2024-10-14 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
WHY DOES IT MATTER TO YOU EITHER WAY?
traumaticus: (One by one by one)

[personal profile] traumaticus 2024-10-14 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Needlessly to say, this kind of communication was very much outside of Richard's comfort zone. But there had been more than a few people who've directed complaints to his way of speaking and writing, so he had asked guidance in more "modern" language. He still didn't get most of it, but hoped that this performance of his showed the others that he was willing to try understand them.

Oh well.

Either way, not wanting to keep the lady waiting, he makes his way to the location that Root had sent him. The door chimes softly as he opens the door, after a brief scan of the area Richard spots Root sitting in one of the tables and approaches. He appreciates the silent and calm atmosphere of the place. It works as a nice contrast to the other, more obnoxiously loud and busy establishment that he visits more often than he probably should.

He does notice that she is... off. At least compared to what Richard remembers her posture to be like. Well. Guess they all have bad days.]


Of course. [Richard nods politely and takes a seat across her.] It was I who asked to meet you. It would be uncouth to leave you waiting.
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[personal profile] traumaticus 2024-10-15 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Would you prefer me to be rude towards you, then? [An amused grin visits Richard's lips as he tries to find a comfortable position on the chair. Honestly, he doesn't really know how to be in these so called "modern" furniture, they all feel somehow off to him. But oh well, while keeping his posture straight Richard leans against the back of the chair and crosses leg over another.

He doesn't make a move to reach for the carafe, waiting for Root to take the initiative with it.]


I am faring just fine. You, however, appear to have had better days behind you.
traumaticus: (And the priest that you ignored)

[personal profile] traumaticus 2024-10-15 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Richard really appreciates the metaphors. It helps him to grasp understanding over a situation that would normally escape him in its all bizarre nature]

Ah yes. The spirit of a child. [ He hums thoughtfully. That's how Junpei had described AI to him. He, however, had his own reserves about the entity.]

Why did you want to save this child?
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[personal profile] incorrigibles 2024-10-15 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
i think ekko was working on one, but... i have no idea if he ever managed to get it done, and i reckon he's gone, now, so. sorry.

not that exact thing, but... if "i'd really love to watch him laugh for the rest of my existence" works, then i think i know what you mean, yeah.


[ allow him three seconds to feel sappy about his boyfriend, okay right, focusing on the topic at hand, sorry caitlyn, ]

didn't know her, no. her name's caitlyn. just hoping she'll come back after a tick like people tend to do.

and yeah, course i'm okay
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[personal profile] traumaticus 2024-10-16 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Mm.. [Richard hums, his mismatched eyes following curiously as Root reaches for the carafe and begins to pour them coffee. It bears no repeat that Richard Plantagenet is not above of harming children, if the situation calls for it. He knows better than to underestimate someone just because they are young -- especially if they had power.

So, he was not quite as ready to accept this AI entity as 'good' or "caring" so easily as Root seemed to be. He did not understand what methods the woman used to determine the true intentions of this child, but he did not pass the opportunity that 'she' was lying to them.

He leans briefly forward to grab the warm cup offered him before resting his back again the chair. He looks down at the black liquid, catching his own reflection briefly on it as he mulls over Root's words.]


Do you wish to be this child's mother? [...Bear with him. It's a genuine question.]
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