[ Despite that, he scowls at the message for a moment. He doesn't know if this is an accusation, or an admission, or what Glitch is looking for. In the end, he sighs and types back. ]
Yes, you did. What are you looking for, Glitch? We fought. You could have backed away and didn't, and believe me you did me worse damage than I did you. I thought we were even.
If you're holding a grudge, and want me to answer it, we'd be better served meeting in person than talking here.
[ He's switching, text is reading tone apparently. ]
Okay, look. Yeah, I could've run off but then there's the fact that I just let a guy who could pop sharp objects into existence on the loose to attack whoever for whatever.
[ But, from what sounds to be an irritated voice it just goes to something more, sheepish. ]
But, that's not the point. Wanted to say...that...uh.
There aren't any hard feelings on this end. Considering the whole mess was started by the guy claiming he's fucking Satan.
And I guess .... [ his voice gets a little small, like he's embarrassed or something. ]sorry for basically tasering you
[ He almost drops the device when it switches to voice. Every time he thinks he's used to these things, it turns out that he's not. He curses softly, and brings it up to his ear.
He couldn't feel more awkward about this, also. D'Artagnan is not all that good at apologising. ]
You don't need to say that.
[ First and foremost. He hadn't been holding a grudge at all; he'd just been hoping it was finished with. ]
I could have hurt people. I wouldn't have wanted that, and I wasn't myself. I'm not angry with you, and I wouldn't have started anything if I hadn't been -
[ What is even the word? He refuses to blame Satan. Lucifer is insane enough without him adding any credibility to it. ]
[ Something they both could agree on really. Apologizing is weird. ]
Oh, well...that's good then. 'Cause I was reading up in a history book about what you guys tended to do in that sixteen twenty four land. Usually when stuff like that happens, you know, the whole knocking each other around thing with no one clearly dead someone usually demands satisfaction.
[ He pauses for a moment before adding, because he figures the last part does need to be added: ]
I just kind of wanted to avoid getting smacked in the face with a glove. [ Because how awkward would that be? ]
But, good. Glad to know that revenge isn't a thing either of us want.
Sixteen thirty-one. [ Just to be clear. Actually, Glitch isn’t wrong to fear a duel, or to talk about gloves, which draws a smile from d’Artagnan. That is what they do. He’s done it himself.
But to other fighters, typically. People against whom he held a grudge. ]
And you don’t have a sword. We can’t have a duel if you don’t have a sword, and apparently, summoning them around you is bad for my health.
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sometime after the Four horsemen event but before the swear in
think we need to talk about what happened
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Do we?
I wasn't myself. I can't explain what happened, except that I'm told it came from a ring.
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Think we kind of do. Considering you nearly murdered me and I-
well, defended myself.
By. hurting you back?
[ Because surprise, surprise, he doesn't actually blame D'Art? Scary, right? ]
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Yes, you did. What are you looking for, Glitch? We fought. You could have backed away and didn't, and believe me you did me worse damage than I did you. I thought we were even.
If you're holding a grudge, and want me to answer it, we'd be better served meeting in person than talking here.
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Oh, fuck, just-
[ He's switching, text is reading tone apparently. ]
Okay, look. Yeah, I could've run off but then there's the fact that I just let a guy who could pop sharp objects into existence on the loose to attack whoever for whatever.
[ But, from what sounds to be an irritated voice it just goes to something more, sheepish. ]
But, that's not the point. Wanted to say...that...uh.
There aren't any hard feelings on this end. Considering the whole mess was started by the guy claiming he's fucking Satan.
And I guess .... [ his voice gets a little small, like he's embarrassed or something. ]sorry for basically tasering you
voice
He couldn't feel more awkward about this, also. D'Artagnan is not all that good at apologising. ]
You don't need to say that.
[ First and foremost. He hadn't been holding a grudge at all; he'd just been hoping it was finished with. ]
I could have hurt people. I wouldn't have wanted that, and I wasn't myself. I'm not angry with you, and I wouldn't have started anything if I hadn't been -
[ What is even the word? He refuses to blame Satan. Lucifer is insane enough without him adding any credibility to it. ]
- influenced. If you're fine, then I'm fine.
voice
Oh, well...that's good then. 'Cause I was reading up in a history book about what you guys tended to do in that sixteen twenty four land. Usually when stuff like that happens, you know, the whole knocking each other around thing with no one clearly dead someone usually demands satisfaction.
[ He pauses for a moment before adding, because he figures the last part does need to be added: ]
I just kind of wanted to avoid getting smacked in the face with a glove. [ Because how awkward would that be? ]
But, good. Glad to know that revenge isn't a thing either of us want.
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But to other fighters, typically. People against whom he held a grudge. ]
And you don’t have a sword. We can’t have a duel if you don’t have a sword, and apparently, summoning them around you is bad for my health.
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I could always get a sword and, hey, you were trying to drop them on my head. I was just, um...
returning them to their rightful owner.
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I thought you didn't want to duel. Now you're saying you do?
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You want me to teach you?
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I'll speak with him. If he agrees, perhaps we could.
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Great. Thanks, Dart.
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D'Artagnan.
[ He glares at his device. ]
A dart is something you throw.