worthallthis | IC Inbox: In the Night

[The Soldier considers this a moment. It's a thought, they suppose. Attempting to work together would be the best possible outcome, and practice in doing so would make life so much easier if it ever actually came to pass.

They're just not sure they trust the green-eyes to come when called, obey the rules, and stick to the plan. (Not sure, shit. Very sure they won't do any of those things.) The Soldier decides,]

The problem is still of communication. We attempted Morse Code, whatever Daylight's verbal language is, and spirit language. They didn't seem to understand us properly. Maybe if we found a messenger to explain.

[They add, after a pause,]

Maybe try with the more amenable spirits first to see if it helps and they can understand what we want. A test-run.

[ Pursing his lips thoughtfully, the silver-haired man nods. Riku is coming into this idea expecting complications. He's banking on a hitch. It's when things go too smoothly that he misses a learning opportunity. Soldat is right to assume the green-eyed spirits won't play ball, that's highly likely. ]

Sounds good.

[ Nothing about the communication angle is new and that's good, that speaks as much to how good Day and Soldat have been about sharing their discoveries as it does about how well Beacon residents like Riku are paying attention. ]

During your communications with the spirits, any potential leads come to mind?

I really only have the one friend. I don't think they would be interested in fighting games, though. I can ask.

[Owl Friend seems particularly nonviolent, to their mind, but then, it's not ever really come up except in Owl Friend's avoidance of the "job" of attacking the Beacon residents.]

Maybe you should ask Daylight. He has more contacts, I think, who might be more curious. The spirit who keeps trying to take my stuff might have fun.

[The last comes with a more dry tone. They've caught the same little porcupine-like spirit in their things and generally making trouble in their space many a time, now.]

[ Daylight was next on the list of those Riku would ask about this, but Soldat made sense, given the nature of his inquiry and the experience he assumes the soldier has. He again nods. ]

A spirit who keeps taking your stuff, huh.

[ Thinking this might be referencing the spirits who snatched a number of people's personal effects, he doesn't pursue it further. ]

Thanks for your help.

[That's the first time they met that particular spirit. They took one of the Soldier's grenades during the thieving event, and ran off with it. Since then, that particular spirit has taken it upon themselves to harass the Soldier on a regular basis. It might well be some weird kind of affection, but it's still annoying.]

Trying to take it. Only managed once. During the stealing thing. Just shows up a lot to try, since then.

[They shake their head. Back on target.]

It's a good idea. Just details to organize it. Never would've thought of it, myself.

[ Perhaps it's Soldier's story. Perhaps it's what he says at the end of it, something changes Riku's expression in a subtle way, softens it. Riku blinks as he feels the corners of his mouth pull into a small smile, his eyes cut away like that fact embarrasses him. ]

High praise.

[ Coming from a rare source. That makes it more special. He lifts his eyes and his right hand, showing his gloved palm in a gesture of farewell, one that doesn't waste a lot of movement on frantic waving, just a lift, a pause, and a drop. ]

See you around.

[That's a surprising sentiment. High praise? Huh. The Soldier tilts their head thoughtfully, gaze in the middle distance while they process, but focus back on Riku's face, at least, at the wave, and even smile some.]

Yes. Take care, Riku. Let me know if you decide to do the thing. I'll help however I can.

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