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[ room filter ]

[ gil hasn't been in his room lately, trying to get out more. fresh air and all that jazz. anything to keep him distracted with recent events and the fact elliot really knocked him around verbally earlier.

he pauses outside his door, feeling something is very wrong. slowly, he turns the knob and pushes the door open quietly and immediately spots a figure in the dark of his room-- in his bed? so, he reaches for his gun and points it at whoever or whatever it is-- flicking the light open at once ]

[ sometime later. or before elliot. OH PARADISA TIME. ]

[ allen ]

Are you available right now?

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[ follows him ]

Why do you have it? [ arches an eyebrow. elliot why are you stealing people's things... ]

I resent those sort of implications that you're hinting at, Gilbert!

[IT'S NOT STEALING! WHO DO YOU THINK I AM, VINCENT?!]

Because Uru let me see it then ran off before I could give it back.

[he started off walking down the middle of the hall, but soon wandered towards a side, instead.]

[ oh elliot, those clothes look a little funny on you. ]

We don't have to walk all the way-- there are--

[ hits the corner of the wall and rubs his shoulder where he hit it. stupid eye... ]

...elevators.

[that should teach him. ...if he was capable of learning.

AND SHUT UP ABOUT THE CLOTHES! WOULD YOU PREFER I GO NAKED?!

ps: there's no sympathy you fool.]

Echo went over that with me. I don't trust them. Why the hell would I want to ride in a box suspended on a cable that I don't know the age of?

[he's fully determined to just walk the whole way, despite the fact his path seems to waver a bit.]

[ ...NO. AAAAA MENTAL IMAGE. i mean fuck yeah for nita... but fuck no for gil. ]

What? They're perfectly safe.

[/patpat.]

I'm not trusting my life to a metal box! YOU go use it if you want! I'M NOT!

[there was little warning as he suddenly took a sharp right, obviously making the point he didn't appreciate being trailed.]

[ sighs and rubs the side of his head ]

You're-- [ was about to say stubborn but that's just being redundant.

and OI. gil's pace quickens to keep up with elliot. ]

[maybe he just didn't like the idea of being in a confined space like that that he didn't even understand the true operation of. what made it work? what if any of the mechanisms failed? there were too many unknown variables.]

Why are you following me?!

[there was a conscious effort made to lose the man, even if it meant getting lost. regardless, he made an attempt to outrun him.]

[ and runs after him. POWER UP! ]

Am I not allowed to be near my brother now?

[~~go go gadget legs!~~]

YOU DIDN'T WANT TO BEFORE!

[it didn't take long for him to actually stop running and when he did it was more abrupt than a gradual slowdown. a hand braced against the wall as he leaned forward a bit before finally just settling down on his knees and curling over until his head was virtually touching the ground right there in front of his knees.]

I--

[ he stops behind elliot and looks down at him but doesn't dare touch his brother. ]

I really meant it. I don't know how I can ever convince you what I say is the truth. The Headhunter was clearly after me-- and because of me-- Fred, Claude and Ernest--

[don't mind him. he'll just stay there like that.]

[for the longest time he said nothing.]

[pushing everything else aside, he suddenly sat up and and swung around, bringing up a fist to strike Gil with.]

WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT SPOUTING SUCH LIES?!

[ grabs his fist and holds him back in time-- surprised but standing his ground ]

Why would I lie?! I have nothing to gain from lying!

[that rage wasn't the usual just anger that he often had towards him but he looked genuinely hurt at those words.]

Don't you think I'd be a bit more receptive to hearing your words if there really was a 'Headhunter' you moron?!

[ gil's arm nearly gives away but he continues holding onto elliot but his grip slackens noticeably ]

What did you say?

[ elliot doesn't know.

he doesn't know who the headhunter is?

he doesn't know anymore. ]

[ his arm begins shaking without control and his knees nearly give away ]

[ what could have been a traumatic memory erased and maybe taken some stress away from elliot backfired greatly. and now gil's fuming inwardly. ]

The Headhunter is real. It's the castle. It took it.

[ shouting and angry. hates this place all over. ]

The castle took away your memories, Elliot! It took that memory away! That was your price!

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