DUNGEON LOG: KEYSTONE REEF

[phantasmods]

Expedition day dawns, as usual, with an android mass text -

Okay, so, this time we're aiming to go out and stabilize the Fissure in the reef you can see up a little to the north of here. The waters are usually pretty calm this time of year, so if you can swim instead of needing to take a boat, that'd be a great help. We only have a few of them.

Also, I know that last time was a mess, so I'm just gonna say this: If you need to get out for any reason, just send us a message and a picture of your location. We'll get a drone out to you as soon as we can and bring you home. No questions asked.

( ﾟ▽ﾟ)/ Stay safe out there! When you're ready to go, meet us down at the beach. The rocky, sparkly one, not the sandy one.

Unlike previous expeditions, this time there's no rooftop sendoff - instead, as Charm noted, the tables are set up on Glitterstone beach, along with a series of boats pulled up on the sand. Two rowboats that could maybe sit six people but probably better suited for four, a trio of inflatable rafts (with motors attached to the back, all mismatched) of about the same size, a two-person dinghy and a long canoe that could hold two or three.

Besides the little fleet, there's also the usual bagged lunches (in gallon ziplocs this time, and other such watertight containers), and every boat is equipped with a large number of those chepa dollar-store water bottles, all with their airtight store seals. There's also a selection of life vests and other floatation thingies in a box next to the table. Strange hovers over the setup, checking watertightness of a handful of first aid kits with a spritzer and a bucket to submerge things in. They give a little wave to anyone passing by headed to the boats.

For those who opt instead to swim, everything seems perfectly normal until you reach the border of the Fissure... When, very suddenly, it isn't.

Comments

[founderinglight]

...I do not ask forgiveness. That's something none of you can seem to get through your heads. I have never asked for that.

[He folds his arms around himself, as though suddenly chilled, and a little color works itself back into the paleness of his tentacles.]

All I ask is that if you are to despise me, that it be for me, not the barest outline of what Ardyn remembers of me. Because that doesn't even deserve to be called a sketch. He -

[A deep breath, gills flaring.]

He doesn't remember me much at all.

[myocordial]

Yes, I know. Did I mention forgiveness at all?

You did still kill him numerous times after the first. It was no accident. You might not be asking forgiveness, but you are certainly quick to offer up explanations and justifications and circumstances. And I really... really do not care.

Maybe you can get that through your head.

I despise you for those actions and they were your actions. By your own admission. So you have your wish.

[...]

I hope you're not expecting sympathy from me.

You're not that stupid.

[founderinglight]

In the end, I'm only human. Illogical, emotional, selfish and selfless by turns, like anyone else.

[Perhaps surprisingly, he smiles, just a little.]

I do appreciate it. You.

1/3

[myocordial]

So you are, yes.

[And this time, that does sound like a problem.]

You--

2/3

[myocordial]

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[myocordial]

...Sorry, what?

[How the hell does that track, Zuzu???]

[founderinglight]

...I appreciate you?

[What.]

You're honest about how you feel and don't expect me to be anything I'm not. It's... comfortable.

[Did you expect him to be a reasonable human being.]

[myocordial]

Honest about how I think you're the worst, yes.

I don't think that's the usual response people have when someone tells them exactly why they despise them.

[founderinglight]

You must have gotten fish kissed again if you ever expected me to have an emotional response like most people.

[myocordial]

Yes, for a moment there I expected you to be sane.

Silly of me, really.

[founderinglight]

Exactly~

[Oh, would you look at that, the 'definitely high' smile is back.]

Being two thousand years old does a number on one's priorities. After so long being isolated by my own idiocy and lies, I value being seen... maybe not more than, but differently from being liked.

[myocordial]

Well, congratulations. I definitely see you. And hate you for exactly what I see.

You kind of ruin it when you appreciate it, you know.

[founderinglight]

Don't worry, I find you somewhat obnoxious myself.

[How is that comforting, Izunia?!?]

[myocordial]

Hm. [He fails to resist the urge to roll his eyes.] Only somewhat?

[founderinglight]

Perhaps that was polite of me.

[He's a politician.]

But ultimately, there are a number of points in your moral perspective that I agree with. They're just wrapped in the most infuriating package possible. You're reasonably aware of yourself and confident in who you are, which I find admirable; you don't apologize for being that person. It's just that that person is one that I clash with on damn near every possible issue.

By and far, that makes you not the most obnoxious person I've ever had to deal with. Just the most obnoxious one whose company I will tolerate for anything like an extended period of time.

[myocordial]

Maybe if you tried being less obnoxious yourself, you'd find it easier. Not that I expect that to happen anytime soon. Or ever. Like I said, I think you're probably just like this. [...] But good. That I infuriate you.

[That's what he's going for.]

How flattering, though, that you find me tolerable.

Such a high honor.

[founderinglight]

Honestly, if you think I'm so terrible, you should meet a few more politicians.

[That's certainly the sort of obnoxious he won't tolerate.]

I am done with hiding and acting and pretending to be someone I'm not, not only in the literal sense but the figurative as well. That I am still figuring out who I'm going to be does not mean that I will change that person. Especially for someone who, by their own admission, despises me.

[He is not without conviction, never has been, even if those convictions are sometimes very much at odds with Heart's. In spite of his state of mind, there is a determination in it.]

[myocordial]

A good friend of mine was one, for some time. I didn't mind him nearly so much.

[Of course, he also frequently erased people's memories so he could keep his job, but we don't talk about that.]

...Then you can expect me to continue to be infuriating. I'm not interested in pretending either. So I don't really feel like being polite or civil around you.

[founderinglight]

I would lose respect for you if you did.

[And that is the simple truth. He'd rather have the honest, infuriating Heart than a pleasant one.]

[myocordial]

I might try to punch you again, at some point.

Or kick you. That's probably more appropriate...

[Gotta uphold the Kamen Rider tradition.]

[founderinglight]

Ah, but -

[He waves a finger dramatically.]

- this time I won't stand still for you.

[myocordial]

I really, really don't need you to.

[founderinglight]

We'll see about that.

When we have legs. The usual number.

[myocordial]

Look forward to it.

You haven't seen me actually try yet.

[founderinglight]

That goes both ways.

Metaphorical pistols at dawn, three days after we get back?