forum i need someone active later in the evenings (Open OxO)

Started April 17, 2023 by @lord-of-the-carnival group

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Two-ish hours later, Knight returns, a bit of blood on his cheek when he removes his suit. Clearly not his.

"I'm back." he says.

Derik looks at him tiredly. He narrows his eyes, “Who did you kill.” It was not a question either.

"Nobody of great importance." Knight says dismissively, as though talking about the weather.

Derik rolls his eyes. “Who was it. Who pissed you off?” He sounded like this was routine by now.

Knight shrugs slightly, wiping his face off.

"I told you, nobody of great importance."

Derik growls, “I asked who was it. Not their meaning to you- you know what forget it…” He grumbles, turning away. “Thank’s for shooting my leg off and then contradicting yourself by fixing it.”

"It was to prove a point." Knight shrugs.

Derik sighs, “Mhm…you didn’t though. You aimed for the head and missed entirely. I’d just say you have bad aim.”

"I may have placed the gun to your head, but I moved it and shot your knee. No bad aim, just a choice." Knight blinks.

Derik hums, “Oh really? I think you just slipped and are tryna make up an excuse. That wouldn’t fly in your line of work.”

Knight blinks again.

"You were literally there. You saw me move the gun to your knee. I can even show you what the writer wrote."

Derik rolls his eyes. “Bad. Aim.” he grumbles. “I think you’re faulty.”

Was this man really speaking this way to a being that could instantly kill him? Did Derik really have a death wish? Probably…but he sure wasn’t afraid of possible death. In fact…he welcomed it.

Knight sighs and taps the barcode on his cheek. A screen folds out and faces Derik, showing a list of what might have been texts in white boxes, with strange names preceded by an @. A URL to a site called notebook.ai.

"Look." he says. "I'm telling you. I didn't miss where I was aiming."

Derik grumbles, “You’re autistic coded or something…god damn…you got bad aim. Quit tryna say otherwise.”

Knight sighs, backhanding Derik so hard his head literally just. Vaporizes.

"Whoops." he says, looking surprised.

He shrugs and does to the head what he'd done to the leg to restore it.

Derik stayed out for a while, then gasps and opens his eyes. He looks around, then looks at Knight. “The FUCK!” He snaps.

"I said 'whoops.'" Knight says defensively.

Derik growls, “If you’re gonna kill me then let me stay dead, dumbass.” He huffs and faces away from him.

"Sorry. Didn't think it was possible but you might be growing on me. Not in a good, sweet way. More like. . . an irreversable or unremovable skin disease or fungus." Knight shrugs.

Derik rolls his eyes, “Aw how sweet.” he says sarcastically.

Knight shrugs again.

"I know. Shocked me too. You manage to be more insufferable than the military, and that's an achievement."

Derik stays quiet, hiding his face from Knight. He then mutters. “Go sleep or…do whatever it is you do.”

Knight sighs. "I don't sleep. Don't need to. But I will eat."

He rips open a few of his MREs and blazes through them without much effort or thought.

Derik stays quiet, not eating anything. He just laid on his makeshift bed, facing away from Knight.

Knight glances up at Derik and narrows his eyes.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

Derik doesn’t respond to him, covering himself with a blanket.

"Answer, please." Knight says, a slight edge to his voice.

Derik still doesn’t respond. He stayed eerily silent. Too silent. Especially for someone who was trying to hide his sobs.

Knight gets up and brushes himself off, walking over to Derik. Some instinct in him was saying, "Comfort him, you messed up."

Which was strange, really. Knight had no recollection of that sort of programming being put into him. But, he'd act on it. Because he had nothing better to do, and he was just slightly curious to see if he would feel anything.

So he walks over and shifts Derik upright, wrapping his broad arms round the smaller man and holding him gently.