Gifts and things [Active/Open]

[fracturedsoul]

Characters: Dirk Strider, open to anyone
Format: Whatever you prefer
This log is: open
Location: Around Rakuen
Warnings: Strider language

After shenanigans at Recette's shop, Dirk has some deliveries to make -- memory charms for Dave and Sis, and memory charms plus upgrades and those Prospit dreaming pendants for Jake and Jane.

Aw man, and movie night is tonight also... He's gonna be busy today.

Throughout the day, he can be found around Fortitude and Rakuen, and lurking about outside the borders of Conquest.


((OOC: A separate, mingling-type log will go up later in the week for the movie night thing. Keep an eye out! ))

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[goodboybestshot]

Jake did the same, and oh wow. That was sure a lot of stuff. He picked up the prospit charm first and put it around his neck. There, he'd go see Jade here soon and finally see prospit with his own eyes.

He recognized the two upgrades, but he quickly zoned in on the memory charm. Oh boy, he was gonna get something back. How exciting! He was sure missing a lot of information.

Before he did, he looked up to see that Dirk had already affixed his own charm. He waited to see what he would get back.

[fracturedsoul]

[ See this look of skepticism, Arthur? Dirk put it on just for you. ]

If you're supposed to be a prefect you forgot your fancy beret.

[unflinchable]

[He looks a bit taken aback]

What is a beret?

[fracturedsoul]

And Dirk sighed slightly, in resignment. "Well, at least now I know what all that wet shit surrounding my apartment is supposed to be called." He slipped on the upgrade ring, but didn't recognize at first glance what the symbol on it was. "Gonna have to look this up when I get back to the dorm."

He shrugged and eyed Jake's memory charm curiously. "Well, put yours on. Let's see what you've got."

[fracturedsoul]

Yeah, you're not a prefect. Not gonna be taking any points from Slytherin today.

Look, I just want to deliver a memory charm to a friend of mine.

[unflinchable]

[Arthur looks so confused right now]

Forgive me, I don't know what Slytherin is nor was I aware that any type of point system was in play here? Does it have to do with winning battles?

[He sighs, look, Arthur knows that he has no authority here but he needs to do something.]

I am aware that I hold no authority in this kingdom, but it seems as if no one is enforcing the rules.

[goodboybestshot]

Jake couldn't help it. He laughed. "Ah, well. I guess this means I can't tease you about that particular one anymore. For its hilarity, it was a pretty big pain in the ass."

But okay. He takes his and carefully clips it onto his chain.

Oh. Oh.

That's why he could never figure out what happened to his grandmother. To Jade. Killed in the woods and laid out bleeding for a much younger version of himself to discover.

What a horrible night to have to remember.

Jake goes stock still and just. Stares at nothing in particular. His posture tenses up harshly and then slowly goes limp, causing him to eventually drop to his knees. It looked like he was in shock, more than anything. He just didn't know how to react to something that vivid in his mind now. Something that had originally faded with time being dredged up fresh again.

It hurt more than he expected.

[fracturedsoul]

[ He's not going to bother explaining the reference. ]

That could have something to do with how the rules in play are bullshit constructs set up to pit friends and family against one another for the amusement of whatever puppetmaster has his hand up this city's giant plush ass.

[fracturedsoul]

Shit.

Dirk's eyes widened behind Sis's shades and he knelt in front of Jake. Reached his hands out to take his friend's shoulders and shake them gently. "English. English. Hey, Jake, snap out of it."

What the fuck could he have remembered that was affecting him this deeply? Dirk thought back over the past couple of weeks, trying to recall which memories he was aware Jake had lost. And--

Oh, shit. "Your grandma?" he ventured.

[unflinchable]

[You make very little sense Dirk, I hope you know that]

Rules are in place for a reason, sometimes they may seem unfair or unjust or without reason, but I would assure you that there is a reason, most likely for the good of all people.

[Arthur, are you talking about Rakuen or Camelot now?]

[fracturedsoul]

[ He tries. ]

Okay. So what rationale do you think there is behind keeping a harmless kid from helping restore a friend's lost memories?

[unflinchable]

Again, I am not of this place, and I assume you are not either. But if a memory is lost, perhaps there is reason behind its lost.

[Which is totally why Arthur can't remember the name of any other kingdom besides Camelot, or any of the Kings besides himself and Uther]

[fracturedsoul]

Yeah, exactly. And the reason is to give us all incentive to participate in battles and earn money. To buy memories for each other. I'm not even speculating here, this is shit the staff has explicitly stated.

[goodboybestshot]

Jake barks a small laugh at that, but its entirely humorless. He takes a moment to rub his face with his hands, trying to compose himself again. Way to look uncool in front of Dirk.

"Yeah," was about all he could manage. He suddenly didn't trust his voice.

He slid on his upgrades to sort of give himself something else to do and think about. An archer and a bunch of hearts. Huh. He had no idea what any of that meant. Oh well.

[unflinchable]

Well you're still not allowed within the walls of Conquest. Your reasons for being here seem just and honorable but it is still stated in rules that those of Fortitude cannot enter Conquest.

[Arthur, put your king voice away]

[fracturedsoul]

Dirk's face softened. Fuck this place. Suddenly remembering something like that would traumatize anyone. "Better to know, at least."

He glanced down at the rings and the symbols that appeared on them. "Looks like you got a Dexterity boost and... shit, I don't remember what that other one's supposed to be but I know I saw it in the manual. We can look it up later."

He wasn't going to stand up until Jake was ready to.

[fracturedsoul]

Okay. So go find Sis Strider and tell her I'm here to see her.

[ Or Dirk could use his PDA. But he'd rather fuck with Arthur. ]

[unflinchable]

[COMPLETELY OFFENDED]

I am no messenger!

[fracturedsoul]

[ EXAGGERATED SHRUG. ]

So I can't come onto the campus to see her and you're not gonna let us meet off campus either? Not exactly leaving me with a whole lot of options, bro.

[unflinchable]

I have no qualms about your meeting off campus but I will not play messenger for you, do you know who I am?

[fracturedsoul]

No.

[unflinchable]

I am King Arthur Pendragon of Camelot, and I play messenger to no man.

[Seriously.]

[You keep pretending your title means something here Arthur, I know it makes you feel better.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Oh, hey, King Arthur? That's pretty cool. ]

I'm not a man. I'm a fifteen-year-old boy. I happen to be a prince, myself, but I guess that doesn't matter to you. [ This is a flat-out lie since it's only a title. But he is okay with flat-out lying. ] I wonder what your schoolmates would think knowing that you're keeping a valuable memory away from Sis?

[goodboybestshot]

"Yeah," He repeated. Better to know. He brushed his thumb over the prospit pendant he just received. He needed to go see Jade ASAP. That was all there was to say on the matter.

But he didn't move immediately. Rather he swallowed, made sure he was going to stay together, and then pushed himself to his feet again. He took a deep breath and then exhaled as steadily as he could. He was fine.

"Sorry about that. Wasn't expecting something quite so jarring to fall back into place." He offered him a small smile.

[ecthelion]

"I'm in Conquest."

Ein's eyes wander to Dirk's gloveless hands.

"Huh? You're not wearing gloves!"