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[the_prodigal_son]

What looks like a sword but won't hurt anyone?

It's important.

[Great description, Jack, very informative.

Since Saturday, Jack has been spotted a few times leaving his room to explore quiet places near the dorms, occasionally pocketing money and other random objects found on the floor or picking up oblong objects and testing them against walls. A few of them have caused cracks. Apparently his quest is getting stale enough to need help.]

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[Video]

[jolie_aile]

[At least she wasn't crawling on the walls for fun this time?

Flandre's wave stops mid-motion, fingers curling over halfway and her head tilting a little to the side. Then the other, blinking and looking more perplexed than otherwise.]

Are you all right?

[Video]

[the_prodigal_son]

Fine.

[He grimaces and drops his wrench. He is... not comfortable. Or even remotely fine.]

[Video -> Audio]

[jolie_aile]

[Was she being scary? She didn't think so, but--it was because she wasn't wearing her gloves, wasn't it? Sister had stopped hiding her wings, so Flandre had thought not wearing them was fine too.

Flandre's face was a mixture of pensive and sad before she turned the webcam off, but still stayed on the line.]

Is this better?

[Video]

[the_prodigal_son]

[He slowly starts to calm down... it's a process, but he's going in that direction.]

I'm sorry. You... uh... it's your hands. And face. It's a... habit. Getting upset about... people that look like...

[He can tell this isn't making anything better. Or explaining anything. But he's trying his best.]

[Audio]

[jolie_aile]

[There's a little grumbly huff before she answers this time.]

I'm not a vampire, so you don't need to worry about that.

[The grumble goes out of her voice now, though; it wasn't his fault that that irritating rumor persisted.]

I have gloves, though I can't help with my eyes. They glow in dark places anyway and then everything looks purple.

[Video]

[the_prodigal_son]

I... wasn't thinking of a vampire.

[He settles down a bit more, lowering his wrench and holding it a bit more comfortably.]

Back home I killed people that looked like... you. But different. And no... wings.

[Audio]

[jolie_aile]

[Said wings pinned back uncomfortably on her back, though now of course he couldn't see them. He might still hear the crystals rattling as they shifted about, though.]

...I see.

[A part of her mind petulantly insisted that 'well he can't kill me.' The rest of her mind logically insisted on never finding out ever.]

What's your name?

[Maybe changing the subject a bit would help. Flandre willed her wings to stop their fidgeting on her back, even.]

[Video]

[the_prodigal_son]

[Deep breath.]

It's Jack.

[The change of topic isn't really helping yet, but if he hopes enough maybe it will.]

[Audio]

[jolie_aile]

I'm Flandre.

[A pause, as she thinks for a moment.]

Do you like your name?