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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]

[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?