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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[unflinchable]

[Arthur doesn't really know what to do with himself here. The tournament was a nice distraction at first (even though he came in third, what a disgrace), something familiar even, but now, now he had no duties what so ever. What was an idle king away from his kingdom supposed to do with himself? He didn't even really have Merlin to keep him busy and amused and, well, as much as he hated to admit it, out of more trouble. They weren't really speaking just yet, and that just made the link charm weigh heavier on his pocket.]

[So what did this idle king decide to do? Patrol the grounds around Conquest, as if Conquest were his new kingdom. Which is kind of is, even if he doesn't want to admit it (or admit that he technically has no power here whatsoever). Around the grounds is where he runs into Dirk.]

Halt, what is your business here?

[fracturedsoul]

[ Dirk stops when he's called out to, and he turns to see... a guy dressed in freaking armor? Ha ha, is this for serious. Oh, it's that guy who'd placed third in the tournament. ]

Came to deliver a present to one of your teachers, that's all.

[unflinchable]

[Sadly this is for serious. Arthur's a knight after all, he needs to do something knightly. Or something. Maybe he's just bored. Actually, it's both. He never has nothing to do, ever.]

[And really he has no reason to stop Dirk but he had read the rules and he knew that Dirk wasn't in Conquest so technically he isn't allowed inside the walls of Conquest. This could be war-starting, you know.]

You're not of Conquest and therefore not allowed inside its walls.

[Arthur, sweetie, stop acting like a Prefect, you just got here.]

[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]

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.

[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.

[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.

[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]

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?

[unflinchable]

[he perks up a bit]

A Prince? Of where? [He won't recognize the name even if it was from his world, oh well]

Can't you... use that small magic box of yours?

[fracturedsoul]

Of Derse. They call me the Prince of Heart. [ Ha ha he does not even care if he gets called out on this, he just wants to mess with this guy. ]

Magic box? Afraid I don't know what you're talking about. No such thing as magic where I come from.

[unflinchable]

[he quirks an eyebrow at that] The Prince of Heart? You had your pick of Princesses then?

[he pinches the bridge of his noise] It's science here, isn't it? The box that allows you to communicate with others far away?

[fracturedsoul]

Yeah, I'm basically rolling in princesses and princes.

The box? Maybe. But in-person communication has a je ne sais quoi that electronic missives just lack. Wouldn't you say?

[unflinchable]

[THE BLANKEST OF LOOKS]

[IT IS NOT OFTEN THAT ARTHUR PENDRAGON HAS NO IDEA WHAT IT GOING ON IN A CONVERSATION]

And Princes. [of course, why not]

Pardon?