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"Chatterclock" - Dave Strider
(When equipped, add Chatterclock's stats as a bonus to the wielder's.)ACTIVE SKILLS:
- HP: --
- ATK: ☆☆☆
- DEF: ☆
- SPD: ☆☆☆☆☆
- MGC: ☆☆☆
- RES: ☆☆
- MP: 100
(All of Chatterclock's offensive spells require the blade to make contact with the enemy at least once before implementation.)PASSIVE SKILLS:
- Clockstopper: Halts one enemy for a short time, MP 8
- Clockstopper II: Halts all enemies for a short time, MP 16
- Accelerate: Increases speed of wielder for a short time, MP 8
- Accelerate II: Increases speed of wielder for a longer time, MP 12
- Memento Mori: What he used against the Hellbull, MP 36
- Counterclock: [NOT YET UNLOCKED, effect unknown], MP 80
- Auto-target
- Danger sense
- Diagnostics
Yu NarukamiACTIVE SKILLS:
- HP: 223
- ATK: ☆☆☆☆
- DEF: ☆☆☆
- SPD: ☆☆
- MGC: ☆☆
- RES: ☆☆☆
- MP: 75
PASSIVE SKILLS:
- Ziodye: Deals heavy Elec damage to 1 foe, MP 12
- Mazionga: Deals medium Elec damage to all foes, MP 16
- Garula: Deals medium Wind damage to 1 foe, MP 8
- Bufula: Deals medium Ice damage to 1 foe, MP 8
- Agilao: Deals medium Fire damage to 1 foe, MP 8
- Diarama: Moderately restores 1 ally's HP, MP 6
- Marakukaja: Increases Defense for 3 turns (party), MP 24
- Tetrakarn: Barrier that reflects phys dmg once, MP 36
- Resist Elec
- Endure
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There's some part of him that's feeling the strain of containing the many and expansive emotions of two different people. It's a quiet, very faint, but steadily growing sense of tired.
He ignores it for now. He'd ignore it even if it was distracting to the point of being painful. There are more important things on his mind - on their minds - right now than his emotional comfort. Besides, it's not an unpleasant or even unwelcome feeling, not anything he instinctively rejects. It's just a lot for someone so used to constantly restraining how he feels.
Right now it's shunted to the far, far back of his mind, not even a conscious thought, because his conscious thoughts are so busy. The overlay of Chatterclock's thinking on top of his own keeps him busy finding the balance between making deliberate decisions and letting their combined intuition move his body. They both sensed that presence - again, Yu can't tell who noticed it first, or if there's even a "first" able to notice it when they're so intertwined right now - and Yu hasn't stopped running, but all his senses have sharpened again, a chill feeling prickling across his shoulders.
He acknowledges the enemy's circle in the corner of his vision with a nod, but doesn't turn to potentially face whatever's after them. It's more important that they get out of here, if they can, and the shortcut is getting closer.
If they have to stop - if they have to fight - they need a better location than the narrow corridor they're currently in. Some kind of intersection would be best. Even if they call other monsters with their noise, it hasn't been unknown for monsters to start a brawl amongst themselves - which would leave Yu and Chatterclock free to go, if they don't manage to beat whatever this is first.
His returning feeling is sharper and brighter and hotter than fire. Yu might be a jack of all trades, but he does have one signature spell that is somewhat stronger than the others, simply because it's the first he ever learned. Yu stirs the raised-hair feeling of lightning into their internal mix, along with a quiet feeling of assent. ]
Where?
[ Not "where is it," but "where to we take a stand, if we do take one." ]
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Yu can handle that part. In the meantime, he sounds out the path ahead, looking for more space to maneuver, an intersection like Yu wants, multiple escape paths, anything they can use to their advantage. Even the reassurance of Yu's power hasn't put Chatterclock completely at ease. Something about the monster coming up behind them just feels wrong. It has a powerful presence, sure, but something about it feels like the moment before a cave-in: dread hanging palpable in the air.
That gives him an idea, and he widens the scope of his search before pointing out another hall branching to the left.]
There. That. It widens into, like, a ballroom--I mean, obviously not, but space-wise. Branch-off hallways, we can get back here another way.
[And if they have to do something drastic to escape, they'll need to return to this hall one way or another. The secret footholds are only accessible through it.]
Won't be able to use the shortcut again if we do, but good/worth it?
[Because the ceiling in that wide space is weaker, with less to support it, and a little lightning or time magic in the right place could give them the cover they need...
Just then, with a nasty, ravenous noise, the Malboro finally appears behind them. It wheels to face them on its mass of writhing tentacles; opens its slavering, dagger-filled mouth; and groans again, low and deep and hungry.
It is super, super gross, and Chatterclock recoils with a thought half-words, half sheer alarm.]
Yo, what the fuck?!
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[ The word is a bolt through their mental link, granted force by its palpable feeling of scarcity. Yu is not one to curse often, so when he does, it carries all the more weight. That weight is his alarm and anger and dread-cold fear, leaden in his (their) stomach now that they've got a Marlboro before them. ]
I wasn't sure I'd ever see...
[ Yu's mind pulses with recognition, and he doesn't finish the thought so much as show Chatterclock what he's thinking and feeling. An impression of mortal danger, the word RUN, a glimpse of a sketchy, not quite accurate drawing of the same beast with the words "DO NOT ENGAGE" beside it.
Yu knows what a Marlboro is. He's only heard stories of them until now. They're not exceptionally strong creatures, and will give to only a moderate amount of force. However, they're infamous for their thousand poisons, their thousand ways of slowing your body and mind until you're diseased and weak and confused, rotting and liquefying from the inside out. Only the strongest of specialists have the spells to reverse their effects.
Yu is not a specialist.
If they don't leave, they'll die. Maybe not even just Yu; the monster's acid could be strong enough to melt Chatterclock, too. Yu does not ever want to find out if that's possible.
Without breaking stride, Yu pivots and bolts for the room Chatterclock indicated. His ankle shrieks an alarm he ignores with a bit-down grimace.
He's still running as they enter the cavernous space, Yu is starting to show a limp, though he has only slowed a little. He heads for the center of the room and floats one word across their connection, lightning already beginning to crackle in his blood. ]
Ready?
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Strangely, it's the flare of Yu's pain that grounds him. It's sharp, hot against the fear, something real and human and important. Yu is alive, he's trying so hard to stay that way; Chatterclock needs to calm down. Needs to help him.
He's needed. Yu needs him.
He settles back into the lines and wires of the here and now, each step Yu pounds into the stone, the exact distance between his heel and the closest questing vine. Sinks into focus like this moment, this line between life and death, is all he knows. All they know.]
Yes.
[He says it with conviction all the way down, resounding and solid. They have a plan. They have power. They know what to do to get out of here, and they will do it.
Yu won't get hurt. Chatterclock promised.
Chatterclock calls on the knowledge of age, of wear and weakness and decay, and weaves it through Yu's building storm-flash spell until they're one and the same, skeins of magic layered so closely they twine. For a moment, he imagines his hand on Yu's arm, lifting and steadying his aim, supporting the weight of his blade together.
We got this, bro.
Without losing sight of the Marlboro behind them, he pinpoints the weakest section of ceiling and rings it in unflinching clockwork gold.]
Right there. On my mark.
[He lets go of the fear--it's still there, he's just full of other things, calculations and open senses and the rush of power--and counts as easy as breathing. The slightly staggered rhythm of Yu's footfalls. The crunch of roots punching and dragging their way through rock. Like this, it almost feels slow, this danger waltz.
They pass beneath the weak point in the ceiling and Chatterclock's signal isn't even a word, is barely a thought--now!]
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a unit. together.
Chatterclock promised to keep him safe. And Yu has promised to show him the world above. They'll do this for each other. With each other.
Or they won't do it at all.
While his pain and strain drifts away from his conscious recognition, Yu focuses on building the storm within them. His eyes spark with every blink, his grip on Chatterclock's hilt a conduit for power far older than he. He doesn't even nod at Chatterclock's words; all that happens is a feeling of recognition and readiness rising from his gut.
The motion, when the time comes, feels practiced, like he's somehow done this a hundred times before. Yu whips Chatterclock into the air, a lightning rod of power and menace towards any who would do them ill. He doesn't know how he knows how to do any of this, doesn't know why his body simply responds - but this is not the time to overthink it. Fluidly, Yu leaps into the air, pivoting mid-leap to face what chases them. In a sweeping arc punctuated by blinding, forked strands of electric light, Yu whips Chatterclock down again, as if calling down the very heavens.
And that's sort of what happens. One massive bolt of lightning suddenly appears where before there was only potential, a massive trunk of deadly, overwhelming voltage that stretched from high, shadows ceiling to floor. The old stone, the very air around them, is scorched by its heat and light. With an almighty roar, the ceiling gives like a pile of old, cheap shit and rains down. The Marlboro stops its chase shrieking and flailing as it tries to get away from the avalanche of ancient stone.
Yu and Chatterclock are already on the move again, sprinting away.
His (their) ankle is sick burning and pain, but what keeps his core burning is a fierce sense of triumph. ]
We did it!
[ Now they just have to loop back around to their shortcut. It will be no easy feet on Yu's rapidly deteriorating injury, but he has complete confidence they'll make it. ]
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Haha. Yeah we did, bro.
[He can't afford to let go of this delicate, balanced concentration. The Marlboro isn't following, which is good; Yu's ankle's getting worse, which is not, and the thunder of the collapsing ballroom could bring other monsters down on their (Yu's, if he's honest) head. Chatterclock's magic stores are down to less than a third of what he started with. They can't get caught down here.
So he holds onto that victorious flame in Yu and stokes it with his own satisfied, preening pleasure. Yes, they are pretty damn awesome, they should think about doing this shit professionally, maybe get a book deal or two in. In the meantime, he tries to keep the hurt from Yu's ankle to a manageable level; solidifies the route to the shortcut in their mind.
Not far. It's okay. He'll hold on, he's still got you. Chatterclock keeps his senses sharp, listening for any noise that could give away another monster. Nothing naturally found on this floor could hold a candle to the Marlboro or even the Hellbull they annihilated earlier, but in their state, he doesn't want to take chances. He wants to get up and out, at least to somewhere they can catch their breath five seconds. He bumps Yu's mental shoulder, light and as unintrusive as possible.
Safe rest site on the fourth floor. Is there one?]
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But they still have more important things to focus on, and he doesn't follow through with his threat/promise. Chatterclock takes his pain and lights the path in his mind; so it's up to him to move his (their) body, to hold Chatterclock in a solid grip and make sure they both make it up to see sunlight in one piece. (Relatively, in his case.)
They make the shortcut. Yu spends a split second thinking before he uses quick fingers to tighten the belt of his scabbard around his chest. With that done, he slides Chatterclock between leather and cloth in front of his chest, tilted at an angle so he doesn't cut his legs while he climbs. He needs both his hands, and he doesn't want to give up his regular sword; not out of attachment, but because You Never Know, Really. He doesn't want to - can't - make assumptions about what his partnership with Chatterclock will be once they reach the surface, and if he can keep both his swords, he will.
Though, Chatterclock is obviously the much more important of the two, if it does come to that.
Climbing is careful and slightly awkward this way. Chatterclock feels warm against his chest. But he goes slow, and his ankle yells and stings, but their progress upward is steady. His focus is 95% on making sure each next foothold and handhold is secure, so his answer to Chatterclock's question is the briefest of flashes.
He and his friends have cleared the fourth floor in its entirety by themselves only a handful of times. It's so big - all the floors are so big - and the monsters respawn. Only when they've been at the absolute top of their game have they managed that feat. But during those rare, awesome sweeps, Yu has made sure to try and catalog the safest spots. The ones with the longest respawn times, or even highly rare and extremely valuable dead zones. Places where monsters never seem to spawn at all.
Such zones are copious on the first floor, and get rarer as you go down. No one is quite sure why this is, though Yu has always theorized it has to do with the strength of the monsters themselves. Regardless, there are still a handful on the fourth floor. Yu will have to get his bearings once they reach it, and then they can head there. His own normal abilities and magics can handle anything they encounter, if Chatterclock is tired.
So Yu shows Chatterclock brief mental glimpses of all the zones he knows of. With any luck, Chatterclock might recognize them even before he orients himself up there. ]
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Think that one should be close.
[It's not a completely dead zone--the light and water source make it too valuable for everyone--but nastier monsters, for some reason, tend to avoid such tranquil spaces. At worst, they might have to face some of the large insects common enough on the higher floors. More importantly, it isn't far, and maybe they can find a big branch to use as a crutch, so Yu can take some weight off that bad ankle.
Either way, it's not until they've reached the clearing safely that Chatterclock relaxes his grip on that battle consciousness, lets his mind settle back somewhat into its natural pattern, more aimless and distractable. He's still watching for attacks, of course, still listening for sounds in the brush, but it's like loosening one's deathgrip on a life preserver to find the water shallower than he thought.
Aloud, he says,]
Cool.
[He is tired, but out of disuse, he thinks. They only faced two monsters and neither fight was particularly long. And he can't nearly be as worn out as Yu, after all that running and fighting and doing all the literal heavy lifting, on a hurt ankle, no less. Suck it up, CC.
He's still trying to handle most of the pain from Yu's ankle, but Chatterclock reluctantly, gently--and after a wordless warning--loosens his hold there, too, to let a little more through. Pain's an important signal. If they've got the time to take honest stock of the injury again before moving on, they ought to.]
So, questions? I dunno how many I've got answers for, but fire away, dude. I'm an open book.
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Once they settle on the choice of that place, it slams into Yu all at once how tired he is. The thought of water and respite and safety makes exhaustion settle into his bones. Logically he knows it's because the promise of safety is draining the adrenaline from his veins, but he feels so tired all at once, and abruptly wonders how long he's been down here.
Long enough for his friends and family to notice, probably. He'd already stayed a little too long even before the floor had given way beneath him. Are they already coordinating search parties for him? What must Nanako have thought when she woke up and he wasn't there to make breakfast with her?
A sick feeling of guilt washes up his throat like bile, and he does his best to ignore it once they're upon the fourth floor and he's limping his much slower way towards the clearing. He doesn't want to overwhelm Chatterclock too much with his own feelings - his own mistakes.
He's actually a little glad of it when they reach the cozy, glowing space, and Chatterclock's thoughts unwind from his own. They feel separate again, and it lets Yu breathe, alone in a place where he can reorganize his barriers and emotions. What isn't so nice is Chatterclock's flow of magic to his ankle ceasing, and between his exhaustion and the sudden burst of pain Yu reels a little, gasping. Did he break it? He was doing a lot of jumping and running on a pre-existing injury... the chances he made it worse are pretty high.
Slowly, achingly, he limps over to the little babbling brook, It's a laborious process lowering himself beside it, and frankly, Yu gives in to his first temptation: to simply flop down onto his back and shut his eyes. Normally he'd never allow this kind of lowering of his own guard, but Chatterclock is here, too. Yu trusts him.
For a long moment he's quiet, not following up on his promise of questions and curiosity. Internally, he's debating on whether or not he wants to take off his boot and observe the damage, or just leave it on and try to make it for the surface without further treatment. He can do little more on his own, anyway. His magic reserves are pretty much spent.
Eventually, though, he opens his eyes and glances at Chatterclock. He set the sword down beside him, within reach and view, though Yu let go of him once he stretched out on the floor. Now he only looks, not reaching out to grasp that already too familiar hilt again. ]
What was that?
[ He's referring to the pact, though the vague gesture of his hand - meant to encompass everything that happened since the Hellbull crashed into Chatterclock's room - may not make that completely clear.
Or maybe Chatterclock can already read him well enough to figure it out. ]
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So he's happy, while Yu registers just how goddamn tiring sharing magic back and forth like that can be, to sort of splay out on his own. The loss of contact sets off a low, anxious buzz in the pit of his chest--don't leave, don't leave, don't let him go--but it's a small voice, and also a stupid one. If he had legs, he'd stretch each one out one after the other and link his hands behind his head, staring at the verdant ceiling, listening to the sound of water and peace. Already, in a mere--what, he doesn't know, less than an hour--he's somewhere completely different from that airless chamber on the sixth floor.
On the sixth floor, he wouldn't have known the lingering sensation of being cradled to someone's living chest. Wouldn't have to keep an ear out for danger in quite the same attentive, amazing way.
His breath out (how, he has no lungs) is breezy when Yu finally asks the question he knew was coming.]
I mean, it was a Pact. I know it was kinda slapdash so there was more bleedover than usual but, like, give me a break, I had negative two seconds to lay out terms...
[He trails off. Something in the question, or something in the air, now--his attention shifts towards Yu again in a way that's not-quite-physical, as if turning a head he doesn't have.]
You've never heard of a Pact.
[At this point, he'd roll onto his side and sit up, if he could.]
You don't have Pacts? At all?
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He's very tired.
Somehow he manages to keep most of his focus on his ... companion. Friend? What are they, now? Yu wouldn't mind calling him a friend; the sword did just save his life twice in a pretty short span of time. ... no, focus.
Yu lets his opposite hand drift in the earth-chill water of the brook while he watches Chatterclock. It's both the same as and very different from making eye contact with a person. There's no body, just a sword. But there is a person there, a presence that Yu can sense and that feels so real, and Yu can sort of picture looking at that person, even if he has no conception of what Chatterclock would look like as a human instead of a sword.
He lets his silence speak for him. No, he has no idea what a pact is. He lets Chatterclock catch up to that realization, and then shifts slightly to better look at the sword. Eventually, he shakes his head slowly. ]
Chatterclock, I've never met anything or anyone like you before. I don't know if anyone has.
[ Wouldn't he have heard? If there were stories, records, of talking weapons that could form Pacts with people?
Then again, Chatterclock clearly exists. Is right here, talking to him. The real question is why don't those stories exist? ]
1/2
2/2
[No, okay, he's fine. Nobody ever heard of a talking sword before? That is not at all problematic for Professor Chatterclock, Ph.D, who knows everything and is awesome.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.]
Well, it's like... [When a daddy sword and a mommy sword love each other very much--okay, no, stop, fuck.] A Pact is...I mean, it's kind of what it says on the tin? When two parties agree to a certain...usually there are more safeguards in place that you agree to in advance so, so like, I don't use up all your magic, and you don't get to take advantage of...'cause, I mean, I can't really...
[...That can't be right, can it? That a Pact by definition puts him at someone else's mercy, because he physically cannot do anything without someone to help him? Has it always been like that? Chatterclock's been thinking like a human, or that's what he thinks he's been thinking like, but on what evidence can he assume that? Because he understands gesture? Because he wants to pull in the arms and legs he doesn't have and hunker down until something makes sense?
When he speaks up again, it's in a hushed mutter directed more to himself than to Yu.]
No, okay, it has to be a thing, if it weren't a thing I wouldn't be thinking of it as a capital-letter Thing so there has to've been someone to make all these protocols, I'm not some random fucking accident of the maze, there's. There's precedent. God.
[He was getting along FINE when he wasn't thinking about it so freaking hard! He breathes out hard through his nonexistent nose and tries to get a grip. WITH THE HANDS HE ALSO DOESN'T HAVE. SINCE SWORDS HAVE NO MOVING PARTS!]
Is now a bad time to mention I don't remember a single goddamn thing about myself, or should I save that story for horror night.
HAVE A GET BETTER TAG SHIBE
Well, in the ever-growing list of things he's learning today, he's also just discovered that living swords can have existential panics.
Rather than say anything, Yu just slowly lowers himself down again and directs his attention to the ceiling, blowing out a breath as he does so. And then, with the hand that's still free, he reaches out to brush his fingertips across Chatterclock's hilt and then leave them there. A warm, solid, constant point of contact. A reminder that he's here and not leaving no matter who or what Chatterclock may be. ]
I don't know if there's a good time for something like that, [ he murmurs in his quiet way. ] But you can tell me whatever you're ready to tell me.
[ A beat, and: ] I didn't really have time to ask before. Is Chatterclock okay?
I NAPPED AND I DO FEEL BETTER THANKS
Thanks, he thinks, and doesn't really say.]
Yeah, it's fine. Kind of on-the-nose with my timey theme, but we can't all go around calling ourselves shit like 'Caledfwlch' and 'Hrunting,' there isn't enough pretension in the world.
[He pauses.]
Or consonants.
[He must be feeling a little better, at least. After another heartbeat or two, Chatterclock calms down palpably and returns to topic. The distaction was a success.]
A Pact... Well, you felt it. It opens up a lot more options than either of us would have individually, but it goes so deep, you have to be careful. That's why, usually, you don't just leap into one with someone you just picked up off the floor. I bet folks can go for weeks, or years, even, making up exactly the right terms.
[He can't know for sure, but that's the impression he has. If he doesn't think too hard about how he knows things, it's like he can almost catch the knowledge out of the corner of his eye. Is there a such thing as peripheral memory?]
If there aren't people like me up there, are... [Chatterclock stops for a moment, unsure how to word his concern, but:] ...you gonna hide me or something? When we get out?
GOOD I AM GLAD a nice dose of gay can make anyone feel better really
This second explanation of the Pact is a better one, and has Yu nodding along quietly. He pulls the hand he's got in the brook out, shaking it both to fling off drops of water and will some warmth and blood back into his now very cold fingers. Man, it would feel great to soak his ankle...
With a sigh, Yu discards the idea. He can soak it when they're safely home.
The quiet question, with its faint but detectable notes of insecurity and uncertainty, gets Yu to look over at Chatterclock again. His expression is ... neutral, but there's something open about it, listening and waiting. His gaze is steady and cool and gives nothing away until his eyes warm with a slight smile. ]
That's up to you.
[ It's been up to Chatterclock this whole time. Whether Yu could wield him, whether Yu could take him to the surface, whether they could form a Pact - Yu has been waiting on Chatterclock's word for each thing. Because, well, he's a person. He gets a say.
Whether or not he wants Yu's friends and family to know... that's firmly his decision. If he wants to be kept secret, Yu will find a way. ]
Truly I am healed
[He struggles with it. On the one hand, it's not like he wants to be gawked at or risk--he's not sure. Rejection? Objectification? Yu's been nice, but if there really isn't anyone at all like him out there, if there's never been any record of this kind of magic, he has no idea how Yu's people will react.
On the other hand, he's been very lonely for a very long time. The thought of staying quiet forever, of staying hidden, is almost as dreadful a concept.]
I guess I'll see. If they look like they'll be cool and all, I don't mind making an introduction. Just don't need starstruck groupies flocking to your door every day when you're just trying to get out and make an honest living robbing tombs.
[Then, more kindly:]
...You doing okay, man? This has all been sort of a lot.
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My uncle might worry. His daughter, my cousin Nanako, is still pretty young. I think he'd want to be sure she'll be safe with you in the house. [ Yu smiles, though, encouraging. ] But don't worry. I can convince him.
[ Probably.
As for the rest of his friends... ]
I'm sure my friends will be surprised, but they'll accept you. That's just how we are.
[ They came together thanks to being a bunch of outcast misfits who were all alone, after all. They're all a little strange. Abruptly, a thought comes to Yu, and he smiles. ]
Wait until you meet Kuma. He might surprise you.
[ Kuma still surprises all of them, honestly.
This is the most he's spoken since Yu fell into Chatterclock's room. It's not that he minds talking - he's just not usually given to it. Not unless there's a need. And right now, there is a need - to reassure Chatterclock. ]
Still, it's your decision. Why don't you see how you feel about it when we get out of here? And don't worry about me.
[ His smile is quieter now, but still sincere. ]
I'm doing just fine.
[ He's been through worse, weirder, and harder. ]
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[He does feel better. Not just because of the promised acceptance of Yu's friends, but because of the way Yu smiles when he talks about them. Because of his obvious faith in them--and in his easy decision that it's Chatterclock's decision to make. Like it'd be unthinkable to even assume Chatterclock could have less than full say in the matter, even though Yu's the one literally carrying him out of here.]
Maybe you should rest up for a little while anyway. Our Pact's still in effect, so I can wake you up if something happens. I mean, unless you've got more burning questions to ask me this second, there'll be more time to probe the depths of my all-encompassing unknowingness later.
[He's got your back, bro. Take a break, have a Kit-Kat.]
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Yu takes Chatterclock's recommendation in stride, but he ends up laughing quietly. He shakes his head, tapping his fingers lightly on Chatterclock's hilt. ]
I appreciate it, but we should get going. If I fall asleep down here, my family and friends are going to really worry about me.
[ (Somewhere up above: Yosuke Hanamura angrily organizing a search party and trying to reassure Ryotaro Dojima that Yu just left early in the morning to hang out with him. Or. Something. Yeah. Yu he's gonna KILL YOU. IF YOU'RE NOT ALREADY DEAD, DAMMIT.)
Ah. Yu suddenly has a feeling of foreboding...
With a quiet huff, he pulls himself into a sitting position, his ankle carefully curled beneath him. He lifts up Chatterclock, too. ]
See any good walking sticks? [ Somewhat rhetorically. He knows they'll have to fashion one. ]
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You know...I'm about the right length for that, yeah? It's not like I'm a Zweihänder or anything, but since it's awk to carry me around sans scabbard anyway...
[It might be a little uncomfortable, but if it's just for the short term, and if Yu wants to get back in a hurry, Chatterclock might be his best option. Who knows if or when they'll find a decent stick? Don't people usually have to cut down a whole tree for that?]
It's not like I'll break. Or go dull.
[And honestly, it'd make Chatterclock feel a little better, at least. If Yu ankle's as bad as it feels, maybe it'd be right to let his people worry about him, just a little.
But it does make sense at least to get off the fourth floor, move to safety if they can, so Chatterclock's not going to push the issue.]
It might at least save us some time until we find a decent piece of wood.
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I can switch you into my scabbard and use my regular sword to help me walk. I don't want to... [ A pause. Softly, questioningly: ]
It wouldn't hurt?
[ To get leaned on with a 17 year old boy's weight, driven into the floor repeatedly... Chatterclock is a living thing. Badass sword he might also be, but can he ... can he feel physical pain? Can he hurt? Yu doesn't want to hurt him. ]
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[At worst, he'll get dirty, and he's finicky enough to find that distasteful, but it's not like a little stone dust will hurt him.]
Think of it more like, [he offers, without really thinking about it, across their mental connection, followed by the impression of a friend bolstering Yu up under his shoulder, something Chatterclock could do if he were human but can't.]
It's up to you. But don't sweat it on my account.
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He's not convinced until Chatterclock floats that image over their mental link, and a sudden, unselfconscious smile flickers across Yu's face. That's what convinces him. He floats a feeling of warm approval in the opposite direction, and then breathes out hard.
Lifting Chatterclock, he drives the sword's point into the ground. Then he shakily pushes himself to his feet.
He almost gives right out from the rush of dizziness and pain. Yep. Broken. So broken. Very, very broken. Nauseous with the pain, Yu takes a moment to shut his eyes and breathe slowly out his nose, steadying himself. Leaning heavily on Chatterclock, he hobbles his way out of the room.
This is going to be very slow going.
As he makes his way for the third floor stairs, he decides to ask more questions. Issues of mild curiosity, hopefully nothing too stressful. They ought to fill the time somehow. ]
The magic you did back there... against the Hellbull. Do you know what that was, or what else you can do?
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Oh, that? Just time stuff. It's kind of my thing.
[He's not even trying to sell this false modesty. It is janky, two-bit, counterfeit trash, and he loves it. Come on. He knows power over one of the fabrics of the universe is rad as hell.]
I know most people experience time as a sort of unchangeable grind from second to second, but really it's more malleable than you think? So I can speed it up or slow it down for a localized target.
[He'd show off, but he should probably conserve what energy he has left. Never know what'll jump them, and they can't really afford more tough fights like that.]
I just sped it up for the Hellbull slightly more than average, is all.
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Maybe short timeskip to Yosuke after this?
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