madburnout | PRIVATE CONFLICT: BEAUREGARD

Galo Thymos. In exchange, he voted for me.

[Otherwise, he was going to die? He was arguing until the last second . . . ]

It . . . isn't wrong to vote for her either. In the end, perhaps everyone else is right. Condemning everyone instead of one is an equally impossible decision.

That's not gonna work every week. [ She says, leaning against the pool table. ] They know what you did this week. You gotta be careful - I get the feeling if these girls get hint of you cheating the system they're gonna punish you.

[ Frown. ] I don't wanna see you get punished for trying to be selfless, Lio, you don't deserve that.

[He just grimaces, because, yeah. He doubts it will work twice too. He doesn't know what to think to do for next week. Maybe just die?]

If I must keep going here, I have to be able to live with the decisions I make. [Pausing, while he figures out how to phrase this.] I . . . know that I can be rash. Things happen before I can control myself, and I burn hotter than I intend to. If I allow things to slip, it might all slide away.

[ She gestures to him. At least come sit on the couch with her if they're gonna discuss this. ]

It's hard to stop once you start going. [ She agrees, quieter. ] So you have to make a decision and not look back on it because if you do you'll stall. Freeze up. Just - I can't tell you how to vote, or what to do, even, but you gotta be careful. Whatever I can do to help, I will. Maybe I can cool you down, if you need.

[Yeah alright. Sitting down then. Pulling out his lighter to start flicking it on and off! It's probably super annoying, but he seems to feel a bit better when the flame is going.]

If I am promising to be careful, you must make the same promise.

[ hhhhhrrrr. She shifts, pushing her hair up out of her face. ]

I'm plenty careful. [ She mutters. ]

[pfffffbbrrrttbbppt. You aren't fooling anyone, Beau. He's known you literally one week. You have the same Punch Disease he does.]

I imagine you would fit in well with the rest of Mad Burnish. [That doesn't speak to her having good impulse control.] I'm sure your friends - Ah, Caleb, and . . . Jester? [damn he really do be good at memorizing those names tho] Would appreciate you returning in one piece.

[ she 100% has the same Punch Disease.

also oh snap, she looks startled that he remembers their names! it also makes her sad, because she - really misses them. like a lot. ]

... Yeah. [ she needs another drink. ] Yeah, I guess they would. You remembered their names.

[ Shrugging! It’s on his profile. ]

They seemed important to you.

[ Still twiddling with the lighter, spinning it in his hand now. ]

. . . Before I came here, I had lost control. I was burning Promepolis. I was going to kill Kray Foresight.

[ She glances over at him, watching him quietly for a moment. ]

Yeah? [ She's gently curious. ] Do you not want to?

[He doesn't look back. Staring at his hands, flexing the fingers like he expects something to happen.]

I don't know. It's the only thing I can think to do. He tricked us-- me. It was my mistake alone. He tricked me into believing we were safe, and attacked us. None of the Burnish except me were left free, because my lieutenants sacrificed themselves. He has them all, and the only thing I can think to do is burn his city to the ground, burn him to ash, burn anyone who would stand between me and their freedom. Now I am stuck here - I will burn Blue. I will burn this house down.

Edited 2020-02-24 03:35 (UTC)

[ She pauses, and then scoots across the couch a bit to nudge his shoulder with hers. ]

Being responsible for a lot of people is rough. [ She says finally. ] I'd tear down anybody who fucked with my family. No hesitation. If I was there with you back in your world I wouldn't have stopped you from killing the guy, honestly. I would've helped.

And I kind of wanna help you burn this place down too. Someone's gotta do it. Maybe it can be us.

[He . . . lightens up like one degree when he gets his shoulder bumped, which he kind of needs to do. Spiraling! It's fine.]

. . . Thank you.

[ EVERYBODY SPIRALING IT'S GREAT post-trials are fun ]

Don't mention it. I got your back, okay? [ She nudges him again, this time with a little smile. ] Talk to me when you need.

[He doesn't exactly smile back, but he does look mildly less serious than usual.]

You are welcome to the do the same. I know that I am . . . not good at conversation, always, but I will listen if there's anything you'd like to share. You've heard me out more than enough. I'd like to know more about you.

Yeah? That tracks, I'm really fucking interesting. [ beau please. she's mostly joking, though. ] You do just fine at conversation, man, you - actually? You kind of remind me of Caleb sometimes.

[He doesn't disagree? She's very interesting. Brag all u want, girl, get it.]

The one with the fireballs?

[ aw, sweet. ]

Yeah, that's him. He kind of - [ and she drops into a REALLY shitty german accent: ] talks like this. He shoots fireballs and has a cat named Frumpkin.

[ back to her normal accent. ] He's really fucking hard on himself, and quiet a lot. But he's smart, and he's powerful, and I know I can trust him to keep me safe when we're fighting monsters.

[He's hoping the thing that reminds her of this dude isn't the accent. Not that he has an accent?]

You fight . . . monsters?

[ it's more the fire and the haircut, thankfully. ]

All kinds. Harpies, dragons, whatever we have to.

[He . . . may or may not know what a harpy is, but he perks right up at dragon!! It might be the most "teen boy" thing he's done here so far?]

Ah-- really? A dragon? What was it like?

[This is basically begging for COOL DRAGON FACTS]

[ that's adorable and she loves it. ]

Really fucking big. Like the size of this room, almost, and he was blue. Big scaly wings, blew lightning at us.

Not fire?

[Lightning. Hm. Disappointing.]

I've . . . always thought it was fire.

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Nah, not that one, not blue ones? Those do lightning.

I've seen ones that breathe fire, though. One time an ancient red dragon flew over my hometown and it blew fire like, through the sky. We could feel how hot it was from the ground.

[haha! wonder what that's like! from the ground. He's . . . only ever been the dragon . . . anyway. He's got a very intense look on his face. it's maybe hard to read if you aren't fluent in very serious teen, but it's definitely along the lines of "in awe of the dopest shit he's ever heard."]

Where you are from-- dragons, magic, those who can summon fire . . . these are common?

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