PUBLIC CHANNEL - DAY 157

[whattaprick]

Nightrider Lambert here. In case you haven't heard by now: the things on Kerner Island eat settled daemons. So find somewhere else to take a daytrip. If you go anyway, do me a favor and keep your radio on you. That way we can all hear what it sounds like when a soul gets eaten.

[ He's about to leave it on that cheerfully sarcastic note, but then the faint sound of a female voice chimes in, scolding. For those who've met her, they'll recognize it as Lambert's daemon, the golden-eyed polecat that wears a hawk's shape outside the carnival. ]

Lambert! You didn't have to say it like that!

[ It doesn't seem to shame him one bit, though, since Lambert's going to keep right on talking: ]

For those of you whose daemon hasn't settled yet, that doesn't mean you get to be an idiot about going out there. Slipping and breaking your neck would be a stupid way to die. That said, if you're interested in doing some nightrunner work--

Come find us! [ The daemon interrupts again, louder this time, and there's a brief sound of a scuffle before her voice finally comes through loud and clear. Now it's Lambert who sounds more distant (and distinctly annoyed), though she talks right over him. ] We've got a map and other things you can use!

[ ooc: Lambert and his daemon will both be replying to his post (and probably fighting over the radio button, honestly). For ease of clarity, her responses will be in italics! ]

Comments

[whattaprick]

Sometimes it's better not to know.

[soft_focus]

...If you know, you can know what to do though.

[Considering what has been learned thus far, those are unfortunate words indeed.]

[whattaprick]

Why would you want to?

[soft_focus]

Because that means you stay safe.

...And... ...I guess now, it means I can try and help too. ...to do better things than run away.

[whattaprick]

[ Lambert's not particularly good with kids. He doesn't have the patience for it, and he certainly doesn't have the right things to say. His jaw tightens -- he's annoyed all over again -- but before he can snap something else out, it's his daemon that speaks up first. ]

Is that all? [ Her voice is cocky and confident. The bravado would be less convincing if Reira could feel them right now, but because she apparently can't, they'll use it their advantage. ] You don't have to worry about being safe now, do you? That's what your daemon's for.

all of her cards are literal weapons it makes me sad-

[soft_focus]

We keep each other safe. [...But hey whatever, she'll work with that.] ...I guess they're the strongest though.

I had duel monsters before though.

[Th....the cards that Yuuya and Carly use..???? (And a few others, but-)

Well to be fair, considering what Carly did with those cards, maybe that's a fair point.]

[whattaprick]

But it's different. The cards weren't you.

[ Like fuck a daemon knows jack shit about cards, but whatever!!! Lambert does have some objection to that assertion, though-- ]

You aren't me, either.

Denial doesn't make it true.

[soft_focus]

Of course they're not, they're them. [Goodness.]

...I'm pretty sure you're the same person though. Everyone's feelings got cut in pieces because of their souls getting put in pieces.

[whattaprick]

Told you so. [ Lambert mutters something too soft for the radio to pick up, but by the tone of his voice, it's highly uncomplimentary. ]

[soft_focus]

[Yep. Well anyway time to move on, in her opinion.] ....So....

...should I tell you more about the island I guess?

[whattaprick]

... Sure.

Can you read and write?

[soft_focus]

That's easy. [Actually she sounds insulted that you would have to ask.]

[whattaprick]

[ Never hurts to check. It's not actually a life skill everyone has where he comes from. ]

Great. Then you can write me a report about it.

[soft_focus]

Okay. [The fact that she knows what a report is at this age would probably be more unnerving if not for literally everything else that came up.]

[whattaprick]

[ Seriously. But hey, don't look a gift horse in the mouth, etc. ]

I'll leave you to it, then. Let me know when you're done.

[soft_focus]

Okay!

[As much as she knows what a report is, don't expect it to read much like a report, Lambert.]

[whattaprick]

[ Well, she is seven, so if he expects anything coherent he'll be amazed. But hey, it ends this unsettling conversation for now, which is really what he wanted anyway! ]