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Goodness, if only you knew a powerful sorcerer who might be inclined to help...

[Teasing, Loki's teasing.]

I sure could use one, yeah.

The only great sorcerer I know would rather make fun of me.

Trade?

[He'll tease right back! He won't be defeated!]

Edited 2016-09-16 06:02 (UTC)

[Loki's lips quirk up approvingly; that's the spirit!]

But what could I possibly have that could be worth an entire mocking sorcerer?

A charitable spirit?

Hm, you're right. That isn't worth much. Basic stuff.

Maybe you should throw in a tacky mug, a few dishes, some cutlery, and a complementary pen to make your bid more appealing.

[Hand to his chest, you wound him. Truly.]

But I love my tacky mugs!

Too bad, but I don't make the rules. Have anything else you'd like to throw in then?

Sorry, she's worth a lot, so I can't trade her for too cheap!

[He's certain they're one and the same because Loki can shapeshift at will, but it's fun to pretend.]

Damn. Hmm. [Loki makes a show of tapping his chin.] What about... One free magic lesson?

[Surely that gleam in his eyes is nothing but mischief. Surely.]

[Oh, he's intrigued! But he must feign indifference.]

Sure, as long as it doesn't end in me lying in two or more places at once.

[He shrugged for good measure, but couldn't help smirking. Hey, power was power and if he could add to his repertoire, why wouldn't he?]

It's a deal then.

[And Loki makes an arcane little gesture, trailing green sparks which, despite the distance between them, seem to have no trouble reaching Trip and setting him to rights.

Deals, after all, have a great deal of narrative power.]

[And just like that, he was free.] ... thanks. [Loki's powers are never going to stop taking him by surprise, are they? What amazing skills... could he really learn to wield anything like that?]

Alright, where do we meet up?

City of Sorcery, of course. It's thematically appropriate. You may want to eat, first. Magic takes a lot of energy.

Of course. I shouldn't have asked. Then, give me just a few minutes.

[Right, right. He'll have a mealt, then, arrive somewhere approximately nearby (unless Loki's anywhere near the Dark Forest! Trip wants to avoid it).

But just for fun, he'll see if Loki will notice him sneaking up if Lampent casts an illusion to hide him from view. Well, Lampent didn't hide itself, so it was a big tell, but this was jusf for (possibly ill-advised) fun.]

[ooc: prose? prose.]

While very high-level illusions can, in fact, fool Loki, the one hiding Trip isn't quite enough to fool Loki. He can pretend though, sending a quick wink to Lampent, and sipping at his hot mulled wine, and watching people go by.

Lampent winks back, appreciating her playing along.

Trip, quite happy to have gotten this far undetected (or so he thinks), playfully catches her shoulder.

"Boo."

Did he really— yes, he just did.

(Somewhere, in his home world, Iris would feel compelled to say "what a kid!" probably.)

Edited 2016-09-24 11:13 (UTC)

Loki does a very believable jump and yelp, if it helps?

I'm surprised you would travel to the City of Laughter. I wouldn't think you'd find much there to pique your interest.

[There's a long pause before he responds, because Trip is terrified after speaking with Polnareff. He wants nothing to do with Dio anymore, not when he's heard how easily he could manipulate others and the very idea that he could kill someone's partner or Stand—

But he was smart enough not to rouse suspicion by sudden silence. If he refused to reply, that would be reason to suspect something and he can only be grateful Dio opted for text. It wasn't hard to mask fear that way, although the delay was a problem (he could hope Dio wouldn't think much of it):]

It wasn't intentional. It tossed me there on its own. Presumably for pointers on how to throw a party. It could've been worse, at least it wasn't a bar this time.

[There, casual enough. He didn't give anything away, mostly reiterated what he said before.]

[For someone as attentive to details as Dio so often is, the pause doesn't go without notice. It's not enough to signify a red flag such as the interference of an old enemy or even the manipulations of his son, but the boy had been eager when last they spoke. The delay doesn't exactly convey that same enthusiasm or drive for approval, but perhaps it is just a matter of more technical difficulties.]

Well, I'm glad you're able to look at the glass half full. I hope someone has been able to assist you by now in your predicament.

[Just confirming it would be too dry, wouldn't it be? He could fall back on humour. He had that, if nothing else. He hoped it'd come across as playful as their last exchange and not... giving off the same vibe as a nervous laugh or a twitching smile in verbal form. He might be overthinking, just a bit.]

A very rare occurrence, I assure you. It won't happen again. Yes, someone already has. I hope you're not too disappointed.

[—urk, right after sending that, he realized he made it too vague, did it sound like he thought Dio wished harm on him? Was it appropriately joke-y? Ughhh, after the pause, he quickly followed up with two more, rapid-fire:]

That someone else beat you to it, Wolf, and not that I'm free.

[Waffling. He was this awkward while trying to be earnest too, curse his lack of social skills. Maybe if he approached this like a battle, he could tackle this with a calm, calculating mind, and not this middling, eggshell-walk.]

[He's aware enough from their brief encounter that Trip is not exactly the most socially graceful child. He's easily made nervous and is prone to vacillating between stilted sentences and meandering towards his point, but it seems a little out of place here and now. Dio hasn't said or done anything in particular that could be understood to be a challenge or test. Nothing that would inspire such nerves, in any case.]

I understood what you meant.

[That's all he writes, but then he shifts it to a private form of communication and changes it to a video feed. Dio is seated in his conservatory. A few plants that are not quite so dependent upon hours upon hours of direct sunlight are in view. Also visible is a small plate of slices and pieces of meat and a cup of a dark liquid. (It happens to be wine.) Dio picks up a piece of the meat.]

Though perhaps we should remove some of the ambiguity in the meaning of our words, hm? [Dio holds the meat up by his shoulder. Apep squawks before appearing in frame, landing on the back of the couch behind Dio's head to greedily snatch the meat out of his hand. Dio watches her as she gobbles the meat down, rubbing her chin once she's managed to devour the piece.] It has been a while since we last spoke. I apologize for that. Unfortunately there were other matters that required my more immediate attention.

[He smiles.]

Ah, but you're a clever boy, capable of handling things on your own anyway, aren't you?

[When Dio switches to video, Trip's heart plunges to his stomach and knifes through to lie somewhere between his feet, or so he was very nearly convinced.

But he had made his decision. Treat this like a battle. These things weren't that clear and that fast as to catch every minute change. He couldn't notice if he stopped breathing, not if the mic wasn't pressed close to him.

A cool, slightly narrowed and studious gaze as he composed himself, watching the scene before him (he swallowed hard enough to be audible when he noticed the drink, he won't be sick again at the mere suggestion, will he be?), then, finally, a crooked smile and a toss of his hair. He was determined not to feel a thing and focus solely on the strategy of the conversation, then, putting on airs should be easy. Easier. As long as he kept reminding himself he couldn't give himself away as easily as he would offline.]

Right, it was getting old. Not that you've ever been anything but— ambiguous, Wolf.

I like to think I am.

[He wondered how he'd find an opening to contact either of them mid-conversation, but... also wondered if it was even worth troubling them. Maybe, as long as this conversation stayed on the network and not in person, it would be fine... besides, if this was a battle, then, speaking with Dio without rousing suspcion was a challenge and if it would be sheer foolishness to take him on in a physical fight, he could try to take him on in a nice, distant, battle of wills.]

[Out of the corner of his eye, Dio watches Trip compose himself. Dio didn't really have any lingering doubts that Trip was being unnecessarily nervous and fearful, but his hard swallow confirms it beyond a shadow of doubt. So what's happened since they last spoke to create this attitude? Dio's mind begins trying to puzzle it out.]

Have I? [He looks at Trip as he feeds Apep another piece of meat.] I was under the impression that you and I had reached an understanding last we spoke. You know what I am and of my admiration, so what is it that you doubt?

[And what placed that doubt there in the first place?]

[Oh, sure. Dio acknowledges that perhaps distance — both in space and time — may have allowed Trip's mind to wander. He might have perhaps gone over the conversation a few times in his head and identifies the danger he had unwittingly placed himself in. But it seems a bit extreme and unprovoked at this particular moment to be simply distance's doing. Something else must have happened.]

[So, what was it?]

[Lying will do him no good, so he'll only speak in truths, repurposed for the appropriate response. This way, he sounds perfectly genuine and resolute. He drops the teasing air too, now speaking in a very quiet, purposeful, but not artificial manner:]

Yes. For starters, you never gave me your real name. Your name isn't Wolf anymore than mine is Rabbit.

... I dislike you knowing more about me than I do you. Trusting me with a place and promising me refuge, but not your name or face... it's not easy to trust a phantom of a man.

It makes me uneasy, that's all. I dislike being at a disadvantage, you know. Even so, we still have an understanding.

[Perhaps greater than before, though he disliked it, but he can't simply say that.]

You'll forgive me if I don't remember all the details? My memory isn't the sharpest and I never took your picture. [A bit moody, but it works. This way, it does sound like he arrived to this suspicion on his own.]

But this uneasiness cannot change my respect for your strength, I'm not that fickle. Or do you want me to be blindly trusting? You'd have better chances with a child, then. [An attempt to spin this in his favour.]

[There are a few directions that Dio could take this thread of conversation in, and he weighs them silently against one another to determine which will produce the results he wants. And what he wants is information, not necessarily Trip's compliance at this point.]

[Dio simply doesn't trust that this is all Trip's own thinking and doing. He had been satisfied then with what Dio had provided and with his reasons for withholding. In fact, he demonstrated understanding and even empathy towards the idea that someone of Dio's nature would be vilified by default. But suddenly he wants more? No. It would be one thing if Trip had taken up Dio on his offer and after some time and further conversation if he asked for more. That would be reasonable. But this behavior means that someone planted a seed of doubt in him.]

[But who? Speedwagon and Giorno were among the most likely, but there could be others. Particularly if either one of them began warning others off.]

[Dio tosses a piece of meat in the air, moving his head aside as Apep scorches it with a lightning attack and takes off to catch it mid-air. She settles down again somewhere off-screen as Dio sits comfortably with his arms folded.]

And why, dear Rabbit, should I trust you with something such as important my true name or my picture when you've already broken my trust by speaking to someone else about me?

[What was that about feigning indifference? His eyes were wide with terror, he had forgotten... but, then, he shakes his head very roughly, eyes narrowed.]

I didn't! I swear on my life I didn't!

[He's practically screaming, what a mess. His voice keeps jumping between octaves, too...]

Not willingly!

I said nothing, not to anyone, but a stranger picked up on a conversation between one of my partners and I. I don't know how or why, but if mentioning a wolf in the forest was enough for this person to guess at your identity, how can you blame me for that?!

I didn't want to say anything! I ran!

Does that sound like I wanted to talk a about you?! I turned coward and ran like a frightened child, I thought he'd take revenge by proxy or something!

[His emotional ranting is very animated and very honest and oops, there's a "he," someone smart or at least a feel for his personality, and certainly with a vendetta.

He jabbed a finger into his forehead.]

If you could see my memories, or get a damn mindreader or something, you'd know I said NOTHING.

I was trying to understand something my partner was saying and translating outloud to confirm, because it used a word it normally didn't, before I realized it meant you, I said you never touched me, and that you didn't let me take your picture.

[... boy, you shook hands with the man. Maybe he wasn't lying when he said his memory was bad...]

Those were the only words I said. Even after being exposed.

[Is he on the verge of tears? Maybe it was an honest oversight, Dio, he's having a breakdown over this.]

[Dio holds up a hand at the end of Trip's long and emotional response. Dio ignores most of the emotion behind it. Panic and fear are only being brought about as a pathetic attempt to proclaim innocence, and whether Trip is entirely innocent or not is irrelevant to Dio. Despite his slip-up to a stranger, Trip does not actually pose a direct threat to Dio or his plans.]

[What is relevant is that someone — a he — knew enough to guess at Dio's identity from whatever the boy said and from there, they spoke ill of Dio enough to have given the boy significant reason to fear Dio beyond whatever reasons he'd managed to gather on his own from their chance encounter. Whoever it is could pose a threat.]

[Lowering his hand, Dio speaks.]

I believe you meant no harm. You had the opportunity to address me by name in full view of everyone, but you chose not to.

[Though if Dio had to guess, that was more motivated by fear than loyalty. But he's willing to allow the boy to save face for his thin lies, and in the end, the results are ultimately the same because he's come clean and now, Dio doesn't think he'll withhold much of anything from him.]

The person you spoke with . . . Did he have blonde hair?

[He's worn out, out-of-breath and shaking by the end of it, but Dio's calm response seems to take the edge off.

He's right back to feeling dreadful at the question— the first of many, he feared— giving Dio a tired, somewhat incredulous look (really? ... right now?), before sighing.

He said Dio wouldn't kill him now, so... he won't withold answers, this is true. He can't do any less harm at this point and he had a chance of either being on Dio's good graces (ha) or at least sparing himself and his team.]

Not blonde, no. It's a rare, funny sort of colour.

[He's only ever met two people with silver hair that young back home and they happened to be twins. He supposes a colour like that is rare elsewhere too.]

Edited 2016-09-19 03:10 (UTC)

[Dio raises an eyebrow, ignoring the look Trip is giving him. Normally he might say or do something to cow him further into submission, but he's providing answers and that's all Dio really needs right now.]

Meaning?

Silver.

[He ran himself ragged, he's rather unfiltered at the moment, bratty tendancies included. But yes, Dio gets his answers, although they're very short and curt.]

[Silver hair?]

[Arthur? Yes, it must be. It was too soon and coincidental.]

[Whoever Arthur is (because Dio is skeptical that's his real name), he works for either Speedwagon or Giorno. Dio is quiet a moment as he weighs the two against one another as to who it seems to be more likely. Speedwagon had been devastated to learn the truth of what happened to Jonathan. His grief had been paralyzing in the moments afterward. It seemed unlikely to Dio that he would have recovered quite so quickly.]

[Besides, Arthur's blatantly intentional appearance occurred before Dio crossed paths with Speedwagon, and Speedwagon's surprise and horror to discover Dio alive had been genuine. So, that only leaves . . .]

[Dio's eyes narrow.]

I see.

["I see"? What kind of answer was that?! He held his breath when Dio's glare sharpened and now, all he leaves him with, is no condemnation or absolution, but a frustratingly vague "I see"?! He can't bear all the scrutiny and, still thoroughly exhausted, patience spent, manages to filter almost none of his anger:]

Are you satisfied now, Wolf, or do you still doubt me?

I didn't think— that was my mistake— that someone could identify you by a nickname that was made up on the spot.

But I never once lied to you.

[But even the anger breaks quickly, into weak, half-hearted grumbling:]

... do you believe me now? ... it's fine if you don't, I guess, it's not like either one of us has reason to perfectly trust in the other. You could go talk to your pets if that's what you want. [Again, no filter.]

It's smarter not to, we just met. Just don't accuse me of doing something I haven't, okay? [He runs a hand through his hair, clutching at the strands a bit nervously, before letting go, and sighing a bit.]

... so, am I free to go now or do you want to continue to stand there, fangs poised above my neck?

[Proverbially speaking, of course, not that Dio couldn't do so literally...

But he was, if nothing else, good at sounding confident, even if everything else about his manner betrayed him. Or maybe he hoped vainly that if he brought such a scenario up in a derisive way, as if it were ludicrous, it was less likely to actually happen.

~~Maybe things would've been better if he had him for a snack that night after all.~~]

[As it so happens, Dio's expression was not directed at Trip, and that likely becomes apparent to the boy once his gaze does settle on him again. No, the anger Dio feels and visibly expresses is directed towards his son, which has very little to do with Trip. He'd anticipated that Giorno would monitor his activities. He even imagined that Giorno would see no need to intervene or interfere within certain boundaries, and that those lines were quite flexible and wide from one another because he'd know better than to attempt to micro-manage his father.]

[It's difficult to say whether this silver-haired stranger acted on his own terms, or if he was following orders, but the latter seems far more likely. Giorno wouldn't allow himself to acquire a follower that couldn't be properly leashed. He's too smart for that. Much too smart.]

[But that anger he holds for his son is easy to displace for a couple of reasons. He doesn't particularly want to feel genuine, lasting anger towards Giorno. The situation between the two of them is too precarious as it is for him to risk that. That also means that he can't exactly do anything with that anger towards its intended target, however. It's so much easier to instead let the weight of that anger rest on Trip instead.]

My pets?

... yes?

[Trip realizes he may have misspoke. But he isn't entirely sure where the brunt of the fault lies, in his words or in assuming the look was meant for him (it seems not to be, for a moment, then, it is?):]

Like that little one you're feeding.

If the phrase offends them as much as it does Pokemon, I apologize and take it back. Partners, then? Team? ... familiars?

[It's just a bit hard to tell whether he's playing dumb, as if he hadn't realized the possible connotations of the word given who he was speaking to and who he had spoken with... or earnestly trying to make amends with Dio's dragon. He does seem to be looking the direction it had been feeding, earlier...]

[If it had been Pet Shop that Trip spoke of, the bird would have surely attacked the boy the next time their paths crossed. Apep does not have quite that stern a mean streak that Pet Shop did, but even excluding that difference in temperament Apep will grow to have pride.]

[Assuming, of course, that's really what Trip had been implying.]

I don't keep pets, Trip. Those that follow me, do so willingly. Even a creature like Apep is not without her own will.

[The dragon squawks at the mention of her name, and Dio tosses her another piece of meat to cook and snatch out of the air.]

I can't imagine where you would have acquired a different impression.

[This does earn a very genuine and unusually warm smile from the boy. Even the tension that tightened his already disciplined and very proud posture seemed to ebb away, if only for a moment.]

... I'm glad.

[Even the words are softly breathed.

Although he seemed to restore his defenses shortly after, he was undeniably touched by those words.]

Forgive me, Apep.

... you'd be surprised. Or maybe, you wouldn't be, Wolf. You mentioned that the night we met, didn't you? Others here aren't so accepting of your nature.

The way humans here look down on other creatures is unthinkable. They might not be as easy to understand as Pokemon, but... I guess I began to think all non-trainers were the same. Sorry, I shouldn't have.

We have more in common than the others.

[These replies are coming too easily and his annoyance with other humans, too, is as genuine as his appreciation for Dio's apparent respectful handling of Apep. If he had implied anything else, it's possible he's forgotten that point in the midst of this discussion.]

[It's a bit presumptuous of Trip to say that he has anything in common with Dio. He knows so little of Dio both because Dio keeps much of it to himself, but also because what little information he does have has likely come with a biased slant against him, painting each of his actions as insidious to blatantly malicious towards Trip directly. But Dio doesn't correct Trip on this because it's obvious the boy needs and wants some semblance of belonging. If Dio can foster his kinship then perhaps he might be less easily swayed by Dio's detractors.]

[The harshness slowly begins to leave his facial expression, though it's replaced by calm neutrality rather than softness. There's very little about Dio that's soft.]

You may call me Dio. It is just the two of us speaking here. Besides, [Dio says, tipping his head a little to one side,] we are friends, are we not?

[~~Yes, but when is he not.~~

He only meant the similarity, he assumed, came from having Stands and Pokemon, however slight. Not Dio as a person, except in that regard. But it was vague and yes, certainly presumptuous, but as he surmised, the boy sought any sort of acknowledgement and attention wherever he could find it.

His eyes widened when Dio gave his name and the word "friends" cut through him like a knife. He hangs his head, his messy fringe curtaining his eyes, but what's visible is enough to convey how conflicted and upset he was.]

Yes... Dio.

[He remembered Polnareff's warning, that Dio lures his prey by promises of friendship, or anything else one could want. It's a trap.

This is stupid.

He could argue he was only trying to earn his trust back, so he could relay information to Polnareff and Giorno... but that would be dishonest. He needed to be strong.

No one else he's met here radiates that kind of intoxicating, overpowering strength. He wanted to learn from him, that wasn't a lie either. He really did want to grow to be like him... he still does.

Even if it was a trap, this was the best chance he was going to get, wasn't it? Who else could be that strong but also show interest in him and not write him off as an annoying, weak child? He probably won't ever have this chance again. There were others he could befriend, but they weren't as strong. So, it simply wasn't logical to put them first, before Dio. No, what would benefit him best would have to be the strongest. In the absence of emotion, this was the most logical choice— true, he could learn from Polnareff or the others, but even after many years, he could never become as strong as he might under Dio.

He didn't have time to learn things slowly,he needed to get strong enough faster. Couldn't he count on being saved before it ever got that bad? If he were closer to Dio, he could warn Polnareff and keep him safe that way too, couldn't he? He could leave his Pokemon in his home world, with Professor Juniper, where they'd be safe (except for Serperior and the Ghost Types, they would accompany him everywhere).

If he could be strong enough to have that promised battle, no matter what happens, he didn't think he could regret it.

Anyway, he didn't even have to justify any of it to himself, not really; if this was treachery, so be it. It wouldn't be the first time his actions fell under that category and he didn't expect it to be the last either. He wasn't a good person and he knew it. It only hurt this time because Polnareff had been so kind... but, he wasn't responsible for keeping him safe. He didn't expect Dio to kill him either. And he still had the chance to make it easier for him to avoid Dio too, so He had no reason to fear. If Dio could control anyone, and the world was full of stronger beings, why should he have any cause for concern? ... Polnareff simply worried too much, there was nothing about Trip that Dio could really use, was there? Compared to the outward respect Dio displayed, Polnareff's attitude bordered on cloying. He could never really grow under that kind of stifling protection.

But, perhaps the most pitiful of all his reasons, was that he really did like the way that word sounded from his lips, though it were a lie: friends. When he finally resumed speaking, he didn't look or sound as conflicted as he did moments before, strangely calm and resolute, now.]

... I'm sorry. Forgive me for listening to him talk.

I don't know much about you, so it was easy to believe.

[He watches the boy do battle with himself. He's very clearly torn between what he desires and Dio's promises, and the warnings that have been passed down to him from whoever this silver-haired man was that warned him of the dangers of associating with Dio. It's an argument between heart and mind, which means that Dio already knows what the victor will be.]

[Humans are weak, predictable creatures like that. Even when logic and reason would warn them away from something, they are ruled by their emotions. The more basic the emotion, the stronger it is. That means Dio always plays a dangerous game with the way he flirts with fear and terror, but he knows how to avoid in its over-indulgence. He also knows that there are some things even stronger than fear, and that the human need for acceptance and love will always outweigh anything else. Even if Trip comes to be terrified of Dio, there will be a part of him that will always crave his approval and attention if he takes this step closer to Dio.]

[Dio only need wait and then just like that, Trip seals his fate.]

It's not your fault, [he says, his voice moving towards something akin to gentle if not entirely.] I told you when we met that it's always easy for others to make assumptions because of what I am, and I was not entirely forthright with you. What else could you do but assume the worst?

I admit, withholding information from you was largely to protect myself, but my enemies are quick to attack if they sense someone associated with me will pose themselves as an immediate threat. The less you knew, the safer it would be for you.

[Dio tips his head a little to one side.]

But I suppose there's little sense in keeping any further truths from you now that they've approached you. You must have questions.

I-it's not?

[That manner of reassurance reminded him of Alder... he couldn't help listening attentively, nodding at Dio's words.]

I genuinely thought he wanted to kill me for being involved with you.

... you won't hurt him, right? He doesn't want a confrontation, I don't think... he poses no threat. He can hardly move.

[Trip, you just had to let that slip. He realizes his mistake too late, moving quickly to his own question:] What did you do to earn all these enemies, if I may ask?

[Trip's slip doesn't really tell Dio anything that he doesn't already know. It only serves to confirm that this it was without a doubt the mysterious "Arthur," who had approached Charlotte. He keeps far better control over his spike of anger this time, setting it aside to tell his tale. Or at least a modified version of it.]

I was born over 120 years ago. I was a human then, like you. I sought more for myself, and that was somewhat frowned upon in society back then. In the end, I was faced with a choice: either spend a short time rotting in a cell most likely dying from starvation if I was lucky, illness or exposure if I wasn't, or surviving with my freedom.

I chose freedom and became what I am, but you know well what I feed upon. There were plenty who weren't content with my continued survival. In the end, I spent a century trapped in a coffin at the bottom of the ocean. When I emerged, the descendants of the man who tried to destroy me began hunting me, but they didn't do so alone. They enlisted others they felt I wronged and feared my growing power when I acquired my Stand.

And that's really the heart of it. Their hatred of me is rooted in their fear. To humans, nothing is meant to live forever, and nothing is meant to surpass their place at the top of the food chain.

... sounds unpleasant.

You made a very understandable choice. I think many people would, put in your position. Maybe even some of your enemies. Who would willingly want to die like that?

[He got the distinct impression they had more reasons to hate and fear him than just fear of what he was or how he became it, but hearing both sides might bring him closer to a full understanding.

Of course, he already knew Dio's telling would be more biased in his favour, but people typically seem themselves in the right in their own personal stories, don't they?]

... but, that's a terribly long time to hold a grudge, isn't it? What do they stand to gain from it? What would they lose by leaving you alone?

It doesn't sound very logical.

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[ohhhh, I'm sorry! I thought my reply went through...]

no worries, I've been battling the dual demons of depression and deadlines, so...

yikes, I'm so sorry ;^; (also, I had to retype this, oops, didn't send yesterday)

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un: wolf

[whoooops]

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[oops, his weak spot]

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[ack, such long introspection, I'm sorry, I tried to trim it...]

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