I left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time

[bearshermark]

WHO: Eleven + others, with open prompts post-beacon.
WHEN: pre- and post-beacon
WHERE: Taravast
WHAT: Various things
WARNINGS: Feelings. Spoilers for late Act II/beginning of Act III DQXI.

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[bearshermark]

Eleven watches him swing it about with a critical eye on the balance and smoothness of the movements, then smiles satisfaction. Wrench doesn't appear to have any particular difficulty with it, and that's all the assurance he'd wanted.

He gives a shrug. "I can't help much with that."

Though he remembers fondly when Archeval had looked at him and named the knife he'd forged for him in a near echo of his title.

"But I'm glad to see that it appears to suit you."

[in_theworks]

"Son of Smash?" Wrench muses, expression on the mask taking on a thoughtful note. (>_>) "Son of Smash with cheese?" The carrots on the mask jump in the other direction. "Son of Smash with cheese, hold the pickle?"

Honestly, out of the three of those, Son of Smash isn't his worst work -- it's definitely a contender, if nothing else. The fact that he continues, well, if it isn't clear on its own that that's largely for comedic effect, the very deliberate pause that follows might help. He caps off the whole routine with a shrug.

"Eh, I'll figure it out." A beat. "Thanks, dude." And another. "I owe you a favor, right?"

[bearshermark]

Eleven simply smiles as Wrench mulls through his options, then dips his head in a nod. He's accustomed to collecting and trading favors by now. Each of them have something unique to offer.

"Don't worry about it overmuch. I'm sure it'll sort itself out in time."

[in_theworks]

"Probably." And, thankfully, Eleven seems like the kind of guy to ask him for something simple -- or at least not anything overly evil. His morals can be questionable, sometimes, but even he has his limits. He doesn't think Eleven will cross them, and he's content in that. If it were anyone else, he might be worried.

"But anyway, uh," he continues after a beat, willing to let it go and move on to something far more important. Namely, "You wanna go somewhere and get off the street?" So, you know, he doesn't have to worry about the smoke and all.

[bearshermark]

Eleven blinked around, then nodded. This hadn't been the best of meeting places, but this was where he'd found him.

"Do you have somewhere in mind?"

[in_theworks]

"Pretty sure, at this point, we could, like, sneak into the palace or something," he answers after a moment of thought. And if the palace isn't to Eleven's liking, he's also pretty sure there are more than a few vacant homes around, where they could go to get off the street. That, at this point, is the important part.

[bearshermark]

"Yeah?" Eleven shifts, glancing in the vague direction of the palace. Though he has returned to staying there with Lily, it was no longer the sanctuary it had been once before.

"I guess so. ..What wing are you in?"

[in_theworks]

"I was in Marky-Mark's side of things, but ... "

He was staying at the palace as part of Team Macaluso. Unfortunately, he's been sort of homeless, since all of his people were driven from it. Things might be different now, now that Bonaccorso has been dethroned and everything's slowly starting to go back to normal, but -- well, he wasn't kidding when he suggested they 'sneak into' the palace.

He shrugs a little, almost helplessly, that in mind.