PapatymisonN: I require you.
PapatymisonN: Before you sleep.
Arch mage144: Uh, ok
PapatymisonN: I assume Ashley's kept you up to speed on "Don Blackwell"?
Arch mage144: Yes.
PapatymisonN: Good. Charles doesn't know what to make of the situation, and needs counsel. For some crazy reason, Hakaril's the first one to spring to mind.
Arch mage144: Uh, why is Hakaril going to know anything about this?
PapatymisonN: About the king slaying his archnemesis who reappeared mysteriously after years in hiding?
PapatymisonN: Seems like news to me.
Arch mage144: I dunno, newly serious or not, the very idea of considering him the king's archnemesis is so laughable to me that I don't think I'm a good enough RPer for Hakaril to take it seriously.
PapatymisonN: Rargh. Really?
PapatymisonN: Cuz you're condemning Charles to ill mental health...
Arch mage144: This is like telling me that I have to counsel the president because he thinks that Pee Wee Herman is a threat to national security and he needs advice.
PapatymisonN: It's not the fact that he's a threat to national security. Which he really wasn't.
Arch mage144: Yes, but the scenario is only slightly less ridiculous in my head.
PapatymisonN: ... hmmm... how do I word this so you get where he's coming from...
PapatymisonN: He's not sure whether he should be GLAD he killed him.
Arch mage144: Okay, whatever, if the King wants to cry on his General's shoulder because he has some weird moral hangup that's fine.
PapatymisonN: Cry, no.
PapatymisonN: Speak to, who else is there that still RPs?
Arch mage144: I meant that metaphorically.
PapatymisonN: Good.
PapatymisonN: <Shall we?)
PapatymisonN: >
Arch mage144: Uh, sure.
Arch mage144: <Hakaril>
PapatymisonN: *there is a knock at Hakaril's office door*
Arch mage144: What? *looks up* Come in, it's unlocked.
PapatymisonN: *the king enters, a peculiar, pained? look on his face* Hakaril.
Arch mage144: Sir. Something you need?
PapatymisonN: ... I have need of your council. ... didn't know who else to ask.
PapatymisonN: *sits, putting a leg over another*
Arch mage144: *quirks an eyebrow* I hope this has nothing to do with your marriage.
PapatymisonN: None. I assume you heard about Selrahc's re-emergence...?
Arch mage144: Peripherally.
Arch mage144: I paid it no mind, assuming someone else would deal with it.
PapatymisonN: Mm. You'd think it'd be a minor thing, wouldn't you?
Arch mage144: Strictly speaking, I never considered him much more than a minor nuisance. I had forgotten he was alive.
PapatymisonN: Probably his intention. Did you know he was living in the mountains all this time?
PapatymisonN: With Eva Valerian, of all people...
Arch mage144: I didn't, know. Wait. I remember her. What the hell?
PapatymisonN: Indeed. He'd married her, I supposed. They raised their daughter together for ... years now.
PapatymisonN: Well, his daughter. Selena.
Arch mage144: He had a kid?
PapatymisonN: Yes, with his former wife.
PapatymisonN: I think SHE died some time ago, from my conversation with him...
Arch mage144: The kid died? Or the wife?
PapatymisonN: The wife.
Arch mage144: Aha.
PapatymisonN: ... I returned his body to them. Myself.
PapatymisonN: I think that may have been a mistake. o.o
Arch mage144: You killed him?
PapatymisonN: Mm. He just... blew by security. I don't know how. Cornered me in my study, and challenged me to a fight.
PapatymisonN: He apparently found death at my hands preferable to dying in two months.
Arch mage144: What? Why would he have died in two months?
PapatymisonN: I believe the process that created him was not designed to sustain him for a normal lifespan...
Arch mage144: Ah. Artificial life will do that.
PapatymisonN: ... anyways, to what bothers me about all this.
PapatymisonN: I'm not sure how happy I am about all this.
PapatymisonN: I mean, he lived a relatively normal, out of the way, NON-destructive life for at least ten years. That outweighs his years of evil...
PapatymisonN: Does it mean I just killed a normal man, or... put a criminal to death? Or... I don't know. I did NOT expect to feel regret.
PapatymisonN: ... it may just be his daughter that does it to me. I mean, the face of her father is now the face of her killer. I may have eternally scarred her, who's... technically a blood relative.
Arch mage144: *scratches his head* I think you did him a favor.
Arch mage144: I don't know about you, but I would rather die fighting my enemy in an unwinnable battle and knowing I chose the time and place than dying from a plague in my bed
PapatymisonN: I ... thought I agreed. But would that "unwinnable battle" rob those we care about of time with us?
Arch mage144: Personally, I don't care.
PapatymisonN: ... maybe. Tell that to Sirvix when you go fight to die.
Arch mage144: Been there. *shrugs* I'm sure she wouldn't be happy to hear it, but as selfish as it sounds, it's my life. If I couldn't convince her it was the right decision, I'd do it anyway.
PapatymisonN: ... hmmm... I don't know.
PapatymisonN: I'll have to see. Still don't plan to die anytime soon.
PapatymisonN: *stands*
PapatymisonN: Thanks. Just needed to get that off my chest.
Arch mage144: Yeah, sure.
PapatymisonN: ... oh. And I'll be sure to start a war with Valth or something should you need a blaze of glory to go out in. *smirk*
Arch mage144: I have no plans to go anywhere anytime soon, either. No need to start a war so I can die on the battlefield.
PapatymisonN: Eh. I may anyways. Things are so boring around here sometimes... *a bigger smirk*
PapatymisonN: Till later, Hakaril.
Arch mage144: Later. *salutes, returns to his writing*
PapatymisonN: *exits*
PapatymisonN: </aaaaaaaand scene>
Arch mage144: </scene>
Arch mage144: OK then