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{zodiakos affliated} sagittarius ; valor guy cecil ( n ) an actor in a relentlessly painful play who acts out as a son of nobility. his part in this play is to understand the inner struggles of a young man with a misplaced need for revenge. this character, who is later revealed as gailardia galan gardios finds himself picking between what he knows and what he shouldn't have, overall resulting in inner turmoil until the last baby steps of our theater production. all graphics (from background to relations graphics to all icons) are made by guy mun, for guy mun's purposes. please and thank you. TIMELINE | NAVIGATIONinteraction | open postsofficial to do list.

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TELLMEWHOINEEDTOREPLYTO ??

wow it's been a long time time to make a happy semi okay open

because it's been a while

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"... Oh-- I know it's been a while but well, hey there...?"

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Guy do you support Guy x Kid?

ZELOS-MUN / SKY IF THIS IS YOU I SWEAR.

"Kid? She, uh... won't let me answer that. Come on, guys. You know her! Even if I could or not, she'd reject me in a second. You know, sometimes she says she'd punch me in the mouth if she ever met me." ;; ~

That's right, keep your mouth shut, Guy. You and your fake smiles. I won't accept it and I would punch you intheh odjngmotugh KJNDFHGIUERGKN YOU TERRIBLE ANON WHY 

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yesssssss i miss sending you things today it's fate. truth: name four things you hate about luke. DOIT

Do you have a list o- .. This isn't that nice, you know. I wouldn't say hate though. They're just things I.. don't like too much?

His attitude. Only at times, I guess. As a diplomat and a representative to Kimlasca, he really doesn't.. care.. of who he offends sometimes. Or that he's even offending anyone. And guess who gets stuck with fixing it... 

His naive loyalty. I really... don't want to see Luke get hurt anymore. But the second anyone gives him any sort of softened communication, he flips over and his trust is evident. And it hurts him in the long run.

His... energy? ;; I mean, I know he's technically seven but he ... When Luke wants something done, you do it now. I guess that's partly my fault since - you know, I raised him rather spoiled but .. ;;

... That's kind of it. All others are kind of endearing, actually.

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guy are you back i missed you in my life omfg

"Sorry. I guess I am? Kind of! I missed all of you guys too."

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... god general gailardia galan gardios hurts too much.

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Alone, again.

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No matter how many times Ciel ran that night through his head, he could not see how he could have fixed it. There was no way he would have known what was occurring on the first floor of the manor, and he wouldn’t of known had Tanaka not told him to escape from the aflame house. Even if he had known, he wouldn’t of been able to fend off the one who had killed his parents at the young age of 10. He was naive and innocent then, and barely had the knowledge to even fence. He never once blamed himself, because he had others to blame. 

Even further the blame passed on the the people who had sold him off to the occultists, who marked him like cattle—the ones who defiled him beyond repair. Who kept him locked in a cage for a month with other kids lined up for death row, to be sacrificed to summon a demon for his captor’s selfish whims. Though it was only a month, enough had happened to give him night terrors for years to come. So dark and terrifying that he could only hide underneath his blankets and cower from the light and anyone who tried to touch him…

Yes, there was always someone to blame back then—until now. There was no one to blame but himself for the disappearance of his Mother. There wasn’t any closure or explanation as to why she left, she just…left, smiling, at that. Was she happy that she was leaving behind her sinner of a son? Her evil child who no longer was bathed in light, who turned his back to everything but the shadows? Did she hate him? Was she disappointed that he was no longer the child she left behind? 

Tears stopped flowing from his eyes as he still violently shook in the other’s arms. Maybe it was because he didn’t deserve to be mournful, or because his body used up all of it’s tears, but he could no longer cry anymore. He hurt too much to cry, and he was shutting down—closing himself off more than he ever had before. Hands still grasping desperately at the other’s shirt, he looked up at the blonde for what seemed like the first time.

“If I’m not alone, why do I feel like I am…? Why did she leave me again?” He paused, biting his lip until it bled and stung with pain. He almost felt like passing out, but he tried to stay conscious. “Is it because… I’ve sinned and been defiled, because I am nothing but evil?” His voice was raspy and hoarse, not holding any of the nobility or pride it usually did. The screaming made his throat sore, and he was sure if he had howled out in sorrow any further that his throat would bleed. He needed these answers though, but knew this man didn’t have them—no one did, except Rachel herself maybe.

Heavy, sore, red eyes fluttered as he was only half lucid now. His body had used all his energy to run him ragged, and he certainly looked it. A tear stained face, a bloody lip from biting so hard, a damp shirt soaked in his salty tears, disheveled hair, a body that couldn’t stop shaking out of pain and fear, and many more things. 

Trembling hands released the man’s shirt and instead he found his arms draping themselves over his shoulders, leaning all his weight on him. His body was giving out, or in, and he couldn’t hold himself up any longer. “Restez … un peu plus longtemps, s’il vous plaît.“ 

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Ciel would never realize how much better it was Guy didn't know his past. Not that he'd rebuke him or anything - Guy just had extreme paternal instincts. He raised a child on his own and babysat constantly. The rage that would've consumed the noble would be a tad ridiculous. Though he would easily be able to conceal his rage from the smaller one, eventually it would take a toll on Guy's obese, spacious heart. 

He didn't know what it was like to be passed around. He was saved from that fate and thrown into revenge instead. He practically caged himself. It was a shameful thing he was sure he'd keep away from the blue haired kid. He cursed to himself just at the thought of his foolish actions as a young preteen. Preteens made stupid mistakes like.. mess up relationships, say stupid things to their parents -- not go on and raise a child wrong while plotting to kill said child. 

Dammit.

Rubbing Ciel's shoulder, he let him shake and finish what was left of those tears he had. With the younger man's eye on his, he looked down, using a gloveless hand to collect the last of the tears that gathered against his chin. How do you explain something like this to a kid?

For once, Guy didn't know. He almost felt like.. it was better he was put in front of brutal death. That was ten times easier to understand than this.

"... I don't think any mother looks at their kid and says 'hey, I don't want to be there.' I..." He trailed off as a lump hit his throat. His mom. Guy's mom. Eugenie. A Kimlascan who married his father politically. And made it work so well. "Sometimes, they're taken away from us no matter what happens. It's not your fault. It never was," he whispered, trying to give a smile. It hit Guy home. He blamed himself first. He always did. It was about time he stopped putting blame on anyone. "It's not your fault." This time, he was talking to the blue haired boy and a certain little blond boy he locked away a long, long time ago.

Almost immediately though, he felt the body become heavier. Broken and loose. Guy sighed in relief almost. Both of them needed rest. He didn't understand what the other said, but you know. Guy didn't even mind. Both needed a break from thinking of lost mothers. 

"... Sleep tight, got it? Don't you worry about a thing," he said, trying to keep a higher composure compared to a second ago. Slowly, his arm hooked around the kid's legs and the other supported his back. Technically, it was real sketchy for someone to pick up a kid he's never met, but you know. Special cases. Tired and broken in his own little way, he picked himself up with Ciel and carried the two back to his little quaint hut. Tucking Ciel into his bed, he gave a slight smile.

"Sleep tight," he whispered again, gingerly cleaning the literal blood, sweat, and tears from his face.

And finally, Guy Gardios let himself collapse in his own crafted chair, rubbing his eyes with a sniffle. But he did not cry. No. Guy Gardios did not cry. He hasn't in so long. So he forced himself to shut down. Five.. four.. Eyes dropped... Three... Shoulders slumped... Two... One... 

Sleep tight.

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… am i missing anyone or —

if you guys also want to start a thread, just tell me yeah? u w u i should probably make a new op sometime soon though considering how depressing guy has been the past couple of weeks. thnxanonthat’syourfault.

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She watched in amazement at how fast he had sewed Tama back up, fingers clutched onto her shirt. Once her plushie friend was presented to her, Yunoha quickly grabbed it, pressing it to her chest like she usually did. “Thank you very much! I-I’m glad that you were able to fix her..” Yunoha sent the male a grateful smile, fingers clutching at her familiar friend once more.

“If..anything happened to her, I wouldn’t know what to do.” She murmured this more to herself than to him. His question caused her to blink, the smile on her face vanishing for a split second. “Uhm..Yes, I’m alone here. I..went to sleep in my bed one day and..I woke up here, in the forest. I come from a different world.” The whole prospect of that was still really fascinating to her, but it wasn’t like it was any different from where she was from. Where she came from, she went to a school that had people with powers and she fought in Mecha’s. No biggie.

“My friends haven’t arrived yet..I’m pretty sure they must be frantic at my disappearance.” She buried her face into the back of her frogs head, fingers idly making the hands of it move around. “..It’s kind of lonely here at times, but..I have Tama so it helps.” Even though she had her plushie, it still wasn’t the same as having real breathing people by her side. I miss them all..I miss my home..I miss him.

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"Of course!" He chirped, running a hand through his fluffy locks. "I'm sorry I ripped her. Again." Guy looked at the pile of things he carried, frowning. ... Yeah, not really a good idea to be sightless in Polis, Guy. Turning his attention back to her, he smiled slightly. Guy was the same way as a child. Though that attachment he had wasn't to a plush - but his sister. He almost annoyingly followed her, hiding behind her yellow skirt at all times. 

"Well, if something does happen, know I'll be right here to fix her up, okay?" Big brother Guy Cecil go, go, go. "Don't you worry about it."

Soon, he followed her frown and sat on the edge of the fountain. Guy remembered the first time he appeared on Arcadios. Confused, annoyed, but overall he maintained his composition at the least. Though getting food and whatnot was a bit annoying. 

".. They'll come soon, I'm sure." Jeez - how many times did he repeat that to himself? How many times had he even seen Luke appear and disappear? Shaking away the thought, he offered her a bright smile. "Hey, Yunoha. Have you eaten yet? I was just about to prepare lunch if you want a bite?" ... At least he hoped his food hadn't gotten gross and squashed from the crash.

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Her comments roll off his back like oil, and he gives her a sweet smile that makes her anxious and angry all at once. What else could she expect from someone who had practically perfected the art of the facade. She wishes she could rip that smile off of his face— if only to calm her nerves because his soft expression did nothing for them.

He begins speaking and then he turns on his heels, motioning for her to follow him through the muck and gunk. She does, as she doesn’t have much of a choice. She could stay here and stare angrily at his back much like she did when he first left, but that would accomplish nothing and would only leave her more frustrated and hurt. It was painful enough the first time, she had no intention of reliving it.

Despite uneven marsh sloshing between her boots and the insects and other things buzzing angrily in the air, her posture does not relax and she remains poised and alert as she follows after him.

Navigating through the mess of the swap does not deter his train of thought, the words come out in rapid succession and each one puts her more on edge. Her hands form fists in their gloved confines— things that had yet to be added to her list of things she was sick of: arguments defending Van’s master plan. She was tired of the score, tired of his cronies attempting to justify the slaughter of thousands of people so that they could indulge themselves in delusions that they were making the world a better place.

It made the bile rise in her throat and it was all she could to ease her already frayed nerves— lest she projectile vomit on the man in front of her. Though it would be a very accurate representation of her feelings toward him at the moment..

But then— then he treads into forbidden territory. Hypocritical and also naive of her to think that he wouldn’t when she’s already hit him below the belt so many times. It catches her off guard though, because as much as it agonizes her to admit it, somewhere in her mind she still believes him to be the Guy she knew. Not Count Gailardia Gardios, but patient happy-go-lucky Guy the humble servant who she could boss around and yell at as much as she so pleased, receiving nothing in response but a tired smile.

She’s shaking— whether rage or sorrow is the cause she’s not sure. All she knows is that she can’t even begin to match him in staying calm and collected in situations like this and that she sure as hell can’t bite her tongue and take whatever twisted garbage he’s spewing.

“Don’t you dare bring my father into this— the matter at hand is between you and I and what transpired between us. My legitimacy, my father, they have nothing to do with anything.” Her gaze is unwavering and fierce, but her voice cracks just the slightest bit making her hurt apparent. Matters regarding her biological family still bother her, but she’s typically able to brush them off. But Guy bringing them up— the very person who’d helped her move on and get past the very same issues strikes a chord in her that no one else would ever be able to reach.

She takes a shaky breath in an attempt to calm herself, and then a sad smile finds its way to her lips.

“No, no I never thought it was about us, Luke or myself.” Her brows furrow and she looks at him as if his figure is being obscured by something. “Perhaps.. I was being naive, or optimistic.. or stupid— but I was holding out hope—” Her expression smooths back into that bitter smile and she continues. “Hope that the smiles, the encouragement, the memories, the invitation to escape to Malkuth weren’t all a sham. But I suppose I have my answers now, don’t I?”

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The count could hear it in her voice. Oh yeah, Guy. Too far. He winced internally, thanking Yulia he had his back turned to the princess. He thanked Yulia for the fact that he no longer could see her and her shaking form. And moreover, that she couldn't see his struggle to remain calm himself. 

Just remain calm.

Guy was angry. So so angry, the more he though about it. Her legitimacy. His own legitimacy. What was he born for? The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to vomit. If anger was a physical force, Guy would've been scared to think he could cut both of them with it. He was upset, like a child. Angered at the things that happened. But as he listened to her spit out venom, his lower lip trembled and he feared biting it off. 

Guy had never been so irritated at himself more than anything. Good god; he relied on similar stupid tactics to hurt her. He had no right to say this was for him. He hurt the princess intentionally at this point. Her and Luke. He helped them in ways others couldn't. They weren't an emotional group in general; as they were comprised of soldiers with goals. Luke and Natalia relied on him so much - they didn't know how to deal with it and Guy -- 

His composure broke to the point where his shoulders rose and fell in a hard, breathy sigh. Exhaling all the carbon dioxide he didn't know he held in, he finally showed his first sign of actually faltering. 

Turning to her, he only prayed she didn't see the confusion, anger, drowsiness, disappointment, pride - it was probably too much to hold in.

"... Let's just get out of here," he murmured to her, blue eyes piercing through her green ones. Beautiful, proud, and strong. As always. Her smile though... Hard, tight, and sour. Guy decided he hated that smile. And in turn, he offered that tired smile he was so tired of giving. He knew she wouldn't believe it. Even if it was more truthful than two thirds of the smiles he had given her before. 

Turning back around, stepping ahead, he tilted his head back to her. "It's not a lie though, you know? I still think your smile's better when it's not so tight." Just once in a while, it was okay to tell the truth. That was nice. Even if she wouldn't believe it.

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"Maybe she was right.." [Open!]

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What was with this glum attitude, wasn’t Guy happy to see Luke or anything? He had only smiled once, and that was just briefly at the beginning of their encounter and that stung a lot more, now that Luke thought about it. Our world was gone? Granted, Luke knew nothing about the outside world besides what Guy told him but.. worlds didn’t just vanish- did they? Did that mean everyone back home was.. dead? Were they here? Was mother here, was father here? What about the other 6 god general’s, and why them of all people? Lorelei above this was an absolutely infuriating situation, and encounter.

“Guy..” Luke muttered, voice dropping from an angry shout to a quiet whisper. It was the voice of trust, for Luke felt Guy was the only one he truly had. “You.. always know what to do. What the hell am I supposed to do if you don’t know what to do…” 

And Van wasn’t here, could this day be even worse. “I.. bet when master Van shows up, he’ll know what to do. He won’t just give up..” Was Luke implying that Guy had indeed given up? Perhaps. Turning in place so that his back was facing his friend, he sighed. “This place.. I don’t belong here, you don’t either Guy. This isn’t home, and you’re..an idiot for accepting this.”  

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It wasn't that Guy wasn't happy to see him. To be honest, he was ecstatic. The thing was, it wasn't the first time. He didn't honestly want to get excited. Because if he did, what if Luke disappeared again? He'd be forced to talk to the little makeshift figurine he had of the redhead. ... Albeit, it was when he had short hair. Guy inwardly laughed at the thought of the short haired teen, remembering the moment he ever saw the cut. 

Guy was waiting for him at Aramis Spring then. Jeez, it had been so long.

However, there was no chuckle when Luke spoke again. The long haired, impatient, and crass male before him certainly knew how to push buttons. And Guy was no longer used to it. He stared incredulously at the other for a moment, trying to think of what to say. It was a lot harder after almost four years of not dealing with it. 

"... If he ever does, you mean," he muttered, looking away. To be honest, there probably wasn't anything more annoying than the constant worship of the fellow Hodian. "It's not like I haven't tried you know," Guy followed up, trying to give the other a more reassuring smile. With the amount of practice Guy had, he figured only the short haired would understand he was even faltering. "But this is going to be home, Luke."

At least until you vanish. Guy prayed to Yulia that he wouldn't though. 

"No one belongs here. But we're stuck here and we have to make most use of it, you know?" he asked, almost pleadingly as he pulled at the grass. "I had high hopes back home too. I had dreams that I still don't think I can ever give up. But it's a matter of accepting reality, Luke. I've been here for almost a year now. You have to accept the facts."

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Flynn’ eyes narrowed at the other’s accusation. Was this some sort of act..? Even so, it’d be a bit cruel to pretend to have forgotten him completely, not to forgo the whole blade to the face thing as well. At least that aspect of it was removed much to his relief!With a slight sigh, he allowed himself to relax, mindlessly tilting his head left and right to reduce the stiffness.

“Well, of course, I do, Guy…” He responded, hesitantly calling his name. At first, he thought he just caught Guy off guard, but that question sounded pretty sincere. He tried to run through the possibilities that could’ve lead to this awkward situation, but amnesia doesn’t just come out of no where…

“Just because you changed clothes, doesn’t mean I wouldn’t recognize you.” Now that he got a better look at them, what really was with that uniform? It looked familiar to the knight in a way, but he couldn’t really put his finger on it. He would question it himself, but he was interrupted by another… rather unbelievable question.

He couldn’t quite stop his jaw from going slack. Mouth hanging open dumbly for a few moments, he finally just pressed a closed fist to his lips in thought. “You’re… being serious then?” He mumbled, not even bothering to remove his hand. He was pretty bad with understanding jokes, but he was coming up blank on how to deal with this. Should he just… answer the question?

“It’s Flynn…” Not his best introduction, but he was still in the middle of processing. It just seemed like he was repeating the obvious. And he couldn’t deny feeling the tiniest sliver insulted at being forgotten. Regardless, worry set in deeper than that, bringing him to wonder.

“What happened to you..?”

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Almost comically, his eyes narrowed - mimicking the blond before him. Though Flynn was just a bit smaller - no, there's no way the guy could be a clone. As he relaxed, rolling his neck, Guy took the moment to observe him better. Bright blues, a slightly lighter skin tone, and sun bleached hair with not a tint of gel through the tresses. An uncanny and absolutely bulky uniform, Guy couldn't help but bite back a chuckle from the differences. The God generals wore a sleek, usually primarily black, outfit. The guy was in a platinum sheen of armor; the contrast was rather uncanny.

Oh. Wait. Back to business.

"How'd you know my name--?" He rested a cautious hand on his sword again, frowning. All too cautious. Way too cautious. "How do you even know me?" His eyebrows furrowed in frustration. He didn't speak like an enemy; rather, he just talked casually. Just as genuinely confused as Guy was.

"Flynn." He repeated. The name was unfamiliar, yet somehow nostalgic? He tested it on his tongue for a while before giving a nervous smile. "Are you sure we've met? I know we look alike - but I'm ... pretty sure I've never met you." The male was no threat, he finally saw. A hand on his hip, he let the air drop to something just so slightly less hostile. Relaxed, composed.

"I don't know what you're talking about. N- ... Nothing happened." 

Lies. Everything happened. He showed himself as a double agent and caused a ruckus. He betrayed his friends, the only family he was considered to have, and probably his family for the replacement he wanted. Just to be held by them again. He showed himself to be a wolf, hiding among sheep. Everything happened.

But it's not like Flynn needed to know that.

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question to you && mun-- do you ship guy with anyone? you have to answer too guy BC

... Ship? ... Ship? Oh. Do I have a crush on anyone? Or potentially or whatever? Ah, that's a little too private, anon! Ahaha..! Though at the moment, I can't say my heart belongs to anyone at the moment.

Uh.. Mun doesn't ship Guy with anyone to be honest. As my headcanon states, Guy is the type to not care for a lot of things. He calls only like... four things his and only his. He's obnoxiously possessive over them too. Thus: Either you're his or you're not. And he knows how impractical that is so he doesn't care to court anyone. He can't do flings, casual dating - no. He's obnoxiously devoted. It takes him a long time to get to that point of devotion and adoration. So if you can manage to snag him, know that you'll be with him for at least - a very, very long time. And expect the royal treatment.

But I'm not... unwilling to pair him with someone eventually. We'll see how it flows. He's a busy man with many things on his mind ~ And he's no easy catch ~~

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If the black-clad blond thought his unimpressed expression could go unnoticed by Dist, he was wrong. The silver-haired man always had an uncanny amount of attention to the facial expressions of those around him, and while he might not have always addressed them (often shaking them off instead), he always noticed. He blamed his overly conscious childhood. No one should have to be so wary of what others thought. He was brilliant, and that was all. People should just appreciate it.

The sword of Hod now removed from his throat, he studied the other man more carefully. He certainly didn’t remember Guy wearing such a colourless outfit, but then again, Count Gardios had been in disguise… so he outed himself to the group after the replica had blasted Kaiser Dist XX away, then.

“So what happens when the elder acts like a child more than an adult most times?”

“I do not act like a child,” Dist replied, rather offended at the insinuation that he was not adult-like. What would a boy barely of age know about adulthood? Just because he had his rather close relationship with the Commandant, he thought that he had leeway to insult a fontech genius such as himself. The taunting smile that hung lightly on the blond’s face only served to further infuriate him. “And even if we have engaged in combat, that served an objective. An objective that you seem to have wasted,” he added, again eying the dark clothing. Black and blue… how boring.

Admittedly, it was a little difficult to look down on someone who was, in actual fact, a tad taller. But of course Dist would never say that.

“In any case, I don’t feel any fonons in this air,” he said, noting that although he could feel his fon slots he couldn’t feel anything flowing through them. “This is in all likelihood not Auldrant… although if it isn’t, then that does beg the question of where we actually are.” This feeling of not knowing something was something that Dist hadn’t experienced in a while, and although he loved the prospect of new knowledge he hated to admit lack of knowledge, andcertainly not to Guy.

“I suppose that while we are both here, we might as well seek out information together.” Dist made sure that the slight reluctance in his voice was distinct. “I want to get out of this… place as soon as possible.” Yes, the first objective was to get out of the marsh. After all, his clothes were of utmost importance to him, and to have them soiled for this long was a horrifying thought.

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Oh, Dist. If Guy thought he was higher than you, he would've said so. Not really. He had more tact than that. To be honest, he just needed to joke around because he was pretty sure he had enough negativity for both of them to choke on. And he was kind of sick of it so why not joke? Though it was the first time he ever did it aloud to the other. He did, indeed, note Dist's brilliance. Due to both a need to understand the man strategically and just because he was another of fonic technology, it almost became an essential to know. Not that he'd say that aloud.

Whoops.

"Wasted?" Ow, Dist. "I had to fool even Jade somehow, you know." Truly, he did wonder if the necromancer had caught on. He never actually had that confirmed, however. "Though it was kind of fun to make a wreck of non-aesthetically built fontech," he admitted. Whoops; that was true. Guy did enjoy wrecking fontech as much as he enjoyed making it. ... To be honest, he enjoyed wrecking it because he didn't make it. So he could see what was in it. 

Truly, it was ashamed that the last one he got to see was blasted away due to Luke's Raging Blast.

Guy gave another unimpressed frown when Dist was unable to pinpoint their location. Seriously, he just wanted to get in a bed and nap. And get the possible bugs away from his gelled, yet fluffed hair. Dammit. Though he had to admit, the lack of fonons just filtering through his fon slots were absolutely horrifying to him; it was like he was naked or just... empty, almost. Not that he didn't feel that way emotionally as was. Great.

"... Well, I guess I have no choice," he said with a sigh, kicking at the moss below their boots. Signalling for his follow, Guy looked around the place with a small frown. Fog, moisture, and moss. Oh, and a lot of mud. "... I'm guessing you don't have a plan either, huh," he asked - though he expected no answer. Instead, he just led his way, as he did before, making his way through the terrible fog. 

... Though he did look back in the corner of his eye to make sure the other was watching.

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{ IMPORTANT OOC }

Hey guys. ;; I'll be offline for a looong while. My computer is finally out. Sighsigh. I'll see you all eventually. ;; And I'll try to get on whenever I can. But eh. ;; I'm sorry to everyone that I'm roleplaying with. I'll come back eventually.

All the mods know my situation too. u w u I'll see you whenever!