suitedreams: Jiji

[battling]

some names get shortened because i can't remember

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[unsaid]

Good, good.

[mikazuki watches some of the art gallery paintings begin to shift, and his smile grows a bit sharper]

Because I feel as though as we are about to be haunted.

[battling]

Somehow I ain't surprised.

[Looks at these pictures... ah yes. They went from normal to tortured.]

[unsaid]

[they sure did.]

Are you unaffected by what is in front of your eyes?

[battling]

I already heard 'em screamin'. It's just like that. More mind fucks.

[unsaid]

... true as that may be -

That does not mean it does not take a toll.

[battling]

[He doesn't say anything in response. Only watching somebody's expression blame him for this.]

[unsaid]

[ . . . mikazuki will step besides him then, and let his fingers reach out to brush against bradley's jaw - just to get his attention]

The fault for this doesn't belong to you.

[battling]

[ He doesn't jerk away from the touch, but it prompts a slow exhale. ]

I know that. They're just showing us this for whatever reason.

[unsaid]

[mikazuki will simply wander in front then, to block bradley's view of the portrait.]

That they are.

Shall we take our leave? Or would it feel better to destroy it first?

[battling]

Let's get outta here.

[It will not make him feel better to trash these.

He's heading away.]

[unsaid]

[mikazuki will follow after, making eye contact with the portraits as he goes... but they don't seem to be particularly getting any closer to an exit

so he will simply talk instead - ]

Is it common for those in your realm to reach your age, Bradley Bain?

[battling]

Yeah, I'm about the average age for a Northern wizard.

[He is a baby if I look at the other 4 Norths. 1500+, 1200+, 2000+, 2000+

His gaze casts about for a door, but he fails to find one.]

[unsaid]

[help wizards are so fucking old,

mikazuki continues to explore, similarly looking for a door. swords - both in their manifested forms and in their original blade appearances - occupy the portrait spaces, staring disdainfully at him.

to mikazuki, he speaks as if this is simply tuesday.]

Do you enjoy the time that you have? How does time feel, to one such as yourself?

[battling]

[i'm playing a (600 year old) baby

He sees the faces of the sage, the other wizards, Cock Robin. His gaze lingers on Nero for a just a moment than the rest.]

Feels normal. Only know the way it's been for me. Can't compare to somebody else's life.

[unsaid]

I suppose that is true.

[he hums thoughtfully]

When you speak with humans in these scenarios, does it feel similar? Or do you feel your age against theirs?

[battling]

I don't bring up my ages that often. 's less the age, and more that our lives are different.

[unsaid]

Less conflict in human ages? ... well, more modern ones, I suppose.

Or something else?

[battling]

Yeah, that's it. If you're in North you've always gotta be prepared for a fight.

[unsaid]

Does that include psychological warfare?

[you know

like all these weird fucking portraits]

[battling]

That's West.

[Less portraits on that end though.]

[unsaid]

Oh my...

And East, South, and Central?

[battling]

East doesn't manipulate like this. They'd curse ya if they hated ya. Way outta South and Central's expertise.

[unsaid]

... and so does that make this out of your depth as well, Bradley Bain?

[battling]

Eh. I can adjust.

[He doesn't like it, but he's not going into an anxiety spiral.]