ic contact;

[echoistic]

❝Yoooo! Ain't here right now, which means I'm probably sleeping, eating, doing something I can't mention out loud, or something really awesome and attention-consuming, but whichever it is, I'm not here right now! Wait, I already said that. So yeah, do what you gotta do, which I guess is—❞

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[ *Note that Rhys can't read very well, so texting him might, uh, not have the intended effect. ]

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... Are you making fun of me?

[He scowls at that, crossing his arms and looking away with a huff.]

If you do not know, you do not have to pretend to be impressed. A knight is a person of considerable skill with a sword who serves under the king to protect and serve the kingdom--in my case, Seinegald.

[echoistic]

[yeah adrien stop being such a weird stalker!!]

Is that a challenge!?

[Rhys shouts back as he swings around another building. He's actually not quite sure how to up his game, since he doesn't typically deal with other people who do this kind of maneuvering—all of his friends back home are boring and just stick on the ground, and all.]

[echoistic]

Not at all! You seem proud to be a knight, so even if I don't know what it is, it's gotta be something impressive, right?

[Rhys can't say he really thinks much of royalty (no one in the Outside does anymore, after all), even if there'll always probably be a degree of viewing them as divinity; by association, he doesn't think much of someone devoted to protecting them, but he won't say that out loud.]

You are pretty good with a sword.

[meouch]

[ shhhh he's fine.

but ooh, there's the official challenge call. now it's certainly confirmed that this isn't ladybug, but he can't just scoot off with his tail between his legs after that. this is... oddly fun. chasing someone across rooftops is fun.

chat speeds up a bit, his staff clack clack clacking against the surfaces it hits to get a little closer to rhys. ]

More [ clack ] like a promise! [ clack ] I'll definitely catch up!

[ someone help these two. ]

But now that you mentioned it, why not a race?! Pick a goal!

[ (Ф∀Ф) ]

[discard]

Of course I am. It is not as though anyone lacking in skill with a blade could ever have my position.

[His skill with a sword is something he's proud of; it's something he's earned and gained all on his own, and nobody can take that away from him.

So... he seems a little wary--pre-bristling, almost--to see if Rhys is going to try to make light of that too.]

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[coastal]

[SOMETIME AFTER THE EVENT-

Lili doesn't want to talk about it but she has come to appreciate the fact that whether or not she likes it, Rhys has been there to assist and reassure her on multiple occasions now. And she doesn't leave debts unrepaid! So... So, she's going to be sending a package to him. It's nothing too large, it's a modest jewelry box size with very simple wrapping due to the fact that Lili can't be assed to learn how to wrap things nicely.

But there's still a rather ornate-looking bracelet inside.

Along with it, a note because she still hasn't quite managed to piece together his eyesight problems:]

In exchange for what you've done for me.

Sell it for money or something. It's from my homeland, so it should fetch a fair price. Don't let yourself get swindled.

- Lili

[Welp.]

[echoistic]

And what are you gonna do if you catch up!?

[There is no helping these two...

One disadvantage Rhys has is that it's best for him to stick with areas that he's been in before and therefore already has a mental map of: venturing into the unknown means having to pause to update said map unless he feels like crashing into things.

As he swings, he considers his options (or as much as he can while moving at this speed, at least).]

Le'see... how 'bout the shrine!?

[echoistic]

Right, right. Understandable!

[Though he can't read Leon's wariness at all, fighting prowess is something that he can always respect, even if his default cheerful tone might not indicate it—as someone who's never really been good at anything but fighting, even when those like his brother at least have scholarly pursuits as well, it's not a skill that he'd ever downplay.]

Did you have to compete for the title?

[discard]

... Yes, in a way.

[Rather, through competing and showing off his skill, he was picked for the title. So it's close enough to competing for it--nonetheless, he had to prove his stuff before he could get it.

Slowly, Leon crosses his arms and arches an eyebrow at Rhys.]

What would you know of such things?

[It should be more judgmental, but...well, Rhys has been the first to seem to get it.]