#irvingfour

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((So, I played this game twice and everyone, thanks to Calpurnia, managed to arrive safely every time. Even if, erm, Jesse got sick a lot. I have at least six screenshots of him being in bad shape. Arthemis hallucinated at least three of four times. Alexis was the less sick of the bunch and Irving tended to complain and be on the verge of dying at least twice per game.

Cal never got sick or complained. She was the perfect character.

Aka she probably stole the others' food.))

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irving-four replied to your post: From now on and for 24 hours you won’t be able to take any drugs because you’ll be a child ? *Do it or not~*

Hahahaha oh my you’re tiny. That’s cute.

[He tries to hit him with his foot but since his clothes are too big, he almost falls. He's approximately six or seven.] I am not tiny. [He's missing a few teeth which kind of bother him for a moment before he decides it's not his biggest problem.] I want to be mad again, hmpf.

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Irving + Alexis | Song

The wind seemed to be chanting around them as the waves crashed on the pale sand. The spectacle was quite unusual for the one who wasn't from this district. There was something about all of this, from the sand which was blowing against his naked feet to the fire burning in front of his eyes, which made it look like a dream. Behind them, everything was broken, abandoned. There was this distinct smell of defeat and loss in the air. And yet, it wasn't nightmarish or scary at all. The sun was rising, illumining the sky with orange and yellow, colors of heat and hope. And there was the music too, the fingers slowly brushing against the cords of the guitar. 

Irving seemed to be one of those lost sailors that widows cry about. His clothes were tainted, dirty. He had lost almost everything and the boy wondered if he had been eaten by the tragic sea before ending up here, on the beach. If it was the case, he should have seemed half-alive and nothing more. Life was all over his eyes though. He was rising just like the sun was, washing away the pain and the dirt away as if he was a tsunami. Making comparisons seemed so easy suddenly. As if the world was even clearer than before, in a different way. The man pushed away a few locks of the younger one away from his face, as to ask for his attention. And it was difficult, because he was already so sick, so eager to let everything go from his mind. 

The drug was disappearing from his body, forcing him to endure a pain he only remembered in a bunch of vivid nightmarish memories.

And it seemed so futile to think about that, about his fight against himself when they were victorious for their country, for their hopes. He had time. A few hours and nothing more. Until screams and hatred would be the only thing left. For the moment, the only thing he wished to concentrate on was the sensation of the sand against his feet, of how everything was different and peaceful. People were mourning but it wasn't time to cry. It was the moment to dance and to chant. 

The next day, they could cry and begin to build everything again.

"Toll for the Brave!

Brave that are no more, All sunk beneath the wave; Fast by their native shore !"

The voice was strong and full of assurance. Maybe there was some regrets here too somewhere but it was hard to tell. Alexis blinked, astonished by how it was easy to finally look at someone without getting carried away. From this moment, he never looked away from his brother. Because, that was what they were. Bonded by their origins. He could have a brother, right now. Even if he would reject him later. Even if they would have to run away from each other soon. The world was in pieces. And yet, they were still here. Tears rolled on his cheeks as he remembered not everyone was.

"Eight hundred of the Brave,

Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side, A land breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset, Down went the Royal George With all her crew complete."

Confusingly, as Irving was singing, he understood that the song was about a lost ship and his courageous sailors, who died with it. Irving was saying good bye, he realized suddenly. Or maybe, he was taking a few moments to remember. His tears became sobs slowly. Alexis was unable to control himself, to take a moment to breath calmly.

"Do you want to sing with me ?"

The words were quite unexpected and the younger sibling spent a moment trying to understand how he was supposed to achieve such a complicated thing. His brother was patient enough to repeat the most important part of the song a few times, slowly, never stopping to play.

"Toll for the Brave!"

Alexis frowned, trying to regain his composure enough to sing along.

"T-the Brave that are no more..."

"All sunk beneath the wave."

"Fast by t-their native shore."

A couple of minutes later, it became easier and the brothers began to sing louder and louder until they were screaming while looking at the dawn of this new day.