Video post: Signless is having some doubts in his old age.

[iron_infidel]

[It has been quite a while since he had come onto the network like this. It seemed that the days had come together into one brief moment. He knew that something was off deep within his gut but he chose to ignore it. He moves to click on the network feed and clears his throat before he begins to speak. His eyes are sunken and it appears as if sleep had been a last thought to him.]

I believe today marks the day of my 100th year here...no wait perhaps it is in nineties. It is hard to make sense of what is truth. I feel...the same as I had when I arrived. Here I thought age was supposed to change a person. While this holds some truth to it I am not sure if this tower has provided anything of value. Though it is only be expected when you consider just what is associated with this tower. I must say it is fortunate that I am not in the ground. That my age has not caught up with me. This I can conclude is probably due to the tower or simply that death will be soon upon me and my hopes, whats left of them, still remain.

I do not fear it. Death has been a constant visitor during my time here. Maybe it is best that it will come for me. I have not accomplished much during my stay here and given my future was only death, if I had returned home, perhaps it is to be. Considering such a situation, I feel as if hope is lost...my time has been useless within this tower. I could not come to protect those around me, or provide new hope for my friends and those who wished to follow my word. If it is to be and death is to be a visitor tonight, then I wish you well. If not I will continue to do what I can to assist you, even if you intend to detour it. I suppose it might be a miracle to some that a mutant has lived this long...heh what a load of hoofbeast shit. I was destined to die, never meant to be. I have always known this and chose to ignore it.

Nothing but words pour from my mouth and yet no one listens. It all ended in failure, here and back on Alternia. I.... I'm not sure what to do anymore.

[Any expression he had drops and slowly he turns his head away from the camera. Brows lowered and his frown was trapped in permanent doubt. ]

I am sorry for all of you.... Thank you for listening.

[With that he clicks off the feed for now, wishing to stare at the absence in the screen. Becoming lost within it.]

Comments

[disgracedvoid]

...mine have always been, by necessity.

[He shrugs absently. No, really. We're talking about staggering anger problems here.]

[iron_infidel]

[A light laughter sounds.]

I would not doubt it. Perhaps you require a moirail?

[disgracedvoid]

Hardly.

[Desperately.]

I have remarkable self-control.

[iron_infidel]

Oh do you?

[His arms cross in disbelief.]

I remember a time long ago in this tower. A few words and Horuss was puncturing dents in his independent project.

[disgracedvoid]

[Twitch.]

Remarkable. Self-control.

[Behold: the stoic sulk. It's basically sulking without moving a muscle.]

[iron_infidel]

Oh?

[...]

Shall I test this?

[Slowly but surely he raising a finger and with a reasonable amount of pressure pokes the other in the arm.]

[disgracedvoid]

[...behold this arched eyebrow. It's an incredible arched eyebrow. The world trembles before it. Darkleer blinks slowly.]

...did you just poke me.

[iron_infidel]

Yes. It is only the start of this plague.

[He moves quick, taking what chance he has. Reaching up he grabs at a tuft of hair, arm extending to support his weight.]

[disgracedvoid]

What do you me--

[Yeah that sentence just died in a strangled sound.]

INAPPROPRIATE icon

[iron_infidel]

[Laughing, nothing but laughing as he continues to tug at his hair.]

DISTRESSED WHALE NOISES

[disgracedvoid]

[Darkleer makes a small, gurgling sound in the back of his throat and then snatches up the pesky mutant, hands under his arms, holding him away as one might a particularly obnoxious cat.]

Remarkable self-control, I said. Even in the face of certain preachers who are entirely too happy to be inappropriately handsy.

[You may or may not notice the fact you've got him sweating a bit.]

[iron_infidel]

[His expressions sours ever slightly, but it is not in negativity. Simply he is disapproving of your actions Darkleer, he was having fun. It had been a while since he had actually played about. Disciple was the only one he had opened up to and he found himself quickly following in the same pattern with Horuss.]

Certain tinkerers should allow such handsy actions to be had. Perhaps it will lighten the mood of stern trolls who claim to have such a grand sense of self-control.

[disgracedvoid]

[He lowers him a little, stopping only because if he keeps going he's going to end up plopping him in his lap and that's. Oh dear. Oh, oh dear. Darkleer swallows hard.]

Perhaps stern trolls reserve such privileges for those who have far paler intentions.

[HINT, HINT. NUDGE, NUDGE.]

[iron_infidel]

Implying something there Horuss? If I dare say, you are the one who wished to calm me down intentionally. Now you hold me away and yet only a casual drop will have me resting within the comfort of your lap. Dare I say the pale intent is flowing from both sides.

[He only grants a smile, trying desperately to hide the smug intent.]

[disgracedvoid]

[He sees right through it. You don't have a poker face, remember? Just a goddamn pitiful mug. Darkleer lowers Signless just a little more, so they're mostly face to face.]

This is a tremendously bad idea.

[iron_infidel]

[He finds himself staring back, his gaze stern as he listens to the words.]

What is? I do not know what you speak of.

[This is a lie.]

[disgracedvoid]

[Darkleer clears his throat.]

As I have said, I have remarkable self-control.

[Now let him gently sit you in his lap, you pitiful excuse for a troll.]

I hardly have any need for a moirail.

[Small pause.]

Merely just want for one.

[iron_infidel]

[He gets comfortable within the comfort of the lap.]

Then indulge in one, if a need ever occurs then you will have one. Given the setting a moirail is...in a way a need. At least for the talkative portion of it as well as the pale comfort that comes with such a quadrant.

[disgracedvoid]

I suppose the matter is worth giving some consideration to.

[iron_infidel]

[The sentence causes his chest to tighten. It was subtle and for once he showed no outward emotion of such an occurrence. Instead he merely nods in agreement. Softly a hand places itself upon Darkleer's chest, just a shy hair away from where his heart would be.]

Then I hope the decision, when decided on, benefits you however it fares.

[disgracedvoid]

So do I.

[There's another pause.]

It is not only my decision to make.

[iron_infidel]

[...]

Aye. Unfortunately I cannot. I have a skewed acceptance of quadrants, being I have never been within one of a singularity effect.

It is a thing I would be willing to try, say the right partner comes along.

[disgracedvoid]

The right partner will need to be extremely patient, I think.

[...let's just diffuse some of that tension with a terribly dry remark.]

Extremely tolerant of your handsy habits, as well.

[iron_infidel]

Truer words have never been spoken.

[Such a comment was not needed Darkleer. He is eyeing you with a stern gaze.]

[disgracedvoid]

[He's doing the lip twitch again. But he's saying nothing.

Your stern looks don't threaten him!]