An Actual Work Day

"An Actual Work Day" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
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Jin Juro: The air outside Indigo's cell rippled curiously, filling the dungeon with a non-disturbing hum, then yawned open into an empty space beyond, through which a tall, lanky man with an easy smile stepped forth. He looked around, his blonde fringe flicking as he did so, and smacked his lips, seemingly talking to no one, "Virion, when I asked you to choose a spot on Haligan for me to explore, I wasn't really expecting the dungeon..."
He trailed off as he turned, seeing Indigo through the bars. He raised his brows, "Oh! I take it back. This'll do." The grin on his face widened as he took his seat, cross legged on the ground, pulling out a notebook and pen from his bag as the hole and the hum in the air disappeared. He leaned forward, "Hello! Indigo, right?"
The Indigo Phantom: Indigo's eyes widened at the slightly unusual sight of a man coming from seemingly nothing. And he was used to unusual things.
"...Yes. That's me. And who do I have the pleasure of meeting today?" He chuckled with a grin, having already decided this was more interesting than playing with his fire some more. The little dragons that had been circling him vanished.
Not every day I get someone popping in out of thin air, I suppose. I wonder if this is an occasion I should keep my thoughts more quiet or not. How interesting. 
Juro: "Jin Juro, at your service. You can call me Juro," he replied easily, twirling the pen in his fingers, "I'm not very interesting, however. I'm more curious about you--" he pointed the writing utensil towards him, "What are you in for?"
He knew, of course, he was eavesdropping at the trial, but he always liked to solidify the story from multiple sources, if he could help it.
Indigo: Indigo's grin turned into a little bit of a wince. "Well, mass murder, for one." He told Juro. "Kidnapping was one of the things the Chief said, if I remember. I think assault was in there... it's been a while since my trial."
He tapped his fingers together nervously. "So I'm just getting interviewed here?"
Juro: "That's a way to call it, yes..." he said, scribbling away in his notebook, before pausing and glancing up, "Although if you'd prefer a different topic my ears are always open. What would you like to talk about?"
Indigo: "Umm..." Indigo hummed. "I usually don't like spilling my life story. One big nightmare for me. But if you want to hear it, maybe we could work something out." He gave the fellow a bit of a cheeky grin. "I've got lots of battle stories... as well as knowledge about dragons. Specifically Night Furies." He listed, absentmindedly twirling some flames around his fingers.
I wonder what exactly this guy wants. Well, I'm not complaining about having some company. 
Juro: "Battle stories! With Night Furies?" there was a sparkle in the man's amber eyes, even beneath the shadows, that wasn't there before. He leaned forward with interest, "Do tell."
Indigo: "Well, me and my flock would go on raids on hunter bases a lot. They'd distract the hunters while I snuck in and released dragons. Then we'd burn the place to the ground."
A small smile snuck onto his face. "It was satisfying to shut those base down and see dragons flying free."
And to send those hunters to where they belong. His flames sparked up slightly and then he shook his head of memories.
"Most of the stories are the same, anyway. Sometimes we'd find a dragon to join our cause, too. We had a Skrill once. Ah, he was fun. Sometimes a Fury got injured and I'd heal them. ...and sometimes we'd lose one." He murmured.
Juro: "Oho, I see," he eyed the quick heat that appeared with curiosity, "So you and your--flock, you said? Save dragons for a living? Where are the rest of your comrades?" He didn't seem at all bothered by the unspoken violence that accompanied the story.
Indigo: Indigo shrunk slightly. "I'm not allowed to see them. Not for a while. Half are here on Haligan, and the other half I haven't seen since I surrendered."
He shook his head. "As much as I miss them, it's for the best. As for the saving dragons thing, I may go back to doing that after my freedom, or I may have to stop. I'm not sure."
He subconsciously toyed with some flames, letting them make little figures that danced on his fingers and staring slightly into space.
He barely seems to mind that I'm a mass murderer, unlike many others... He must have met people like me before, or even worse. 
Juro: "Ah, yes. The newcomers, right," he nodded in confirmation, all the while writing without looking down at his book. Juro kept his eyes trained on the flames, "What about that power? Fire magic? Born with it or learned?"
Indigo: Indigo perked at the question, glancing down at what he'd been doing with his hands.
"Oh? Born. Had it since I could remember. I can heal and read minds too. I'm incredibly skilled with all of them."
As if to demonstrate, the flames curled into an imitation of Juro.
"I can make weapons, control fire around me, and it doesn't hurt me. Pretty handy, I suppose." He chuckled.
Juro: "Isn't that interesting," he commented, the lazy smile never leaving his face as continued to write. He was a curious gentleman, dressed in a combination of loose and tight garb, cinched in certain joints. His glasses reflected in the dull light of the dungeon, the scarf snug around his neck but betraying hints of scars on his jawline beneath the buttoned turtleneck.
He wrote and absorbed the information with open ears and an honest interest, no matter how outrageous or upsetting it may normally be.
Indigo: Indigo narrowed his eyes slightly, letting his fire return to its normal state of simply surrounding him.
"So why are you here exactly? You're one of the only people I've met that didn't take my actions seriously. Even two demons had more of a reaction."
And can you hear my thoughts even when I don't project them into your mind? 
Juro: He started twirling the pen between his fingers again, "I am here as a researcher, a recorder of stories, if you will," He tilted his head, still very much relaxed, unperturbed almost, "I'm not here to judge or spout morals, what you did and decide to do from here on is your choice, I merely listen and write it down."
Indigo: Indigo raised a brow but nodded. "Alright, I see. Well, I'll keep telling you stuff about me. I might like to know things about you, though. It's mighty interesting how you appeared out of nowhere, y'know."
And if you don't tell me... There's always a door. He thought to himself with a small giggle. Though I'd prefer to do this the nicer way. It's just more polite. 
Juro: "Oh, that? That was just basic teleportation magic. There are others who are much more versed, innate even, in it than I am," he waved a hand nonchalantly, then hovering it in an open palm, "But please, do continue. About yourself."
Indigo: Indigo grinned. "Sure, I suppose."
I'd love to learn that for myself, actually... teleportation? That'd be handy.
"Well, to summarize my past in a neat package for you, I was abandoned by my parents as an infant, raised wild by a Night Fury who was killed by trappers when I was still a young teen. I took a couple years to hone my magic, attacked them, died, came back scarred and deformed and kind of crazy, and then until recently rescued dragons like I told you." He stated it very matter of factly, but he was shaking slightly as he recounted it, a purple glow showing in his eyes.
Hopefully he wouldn't have an... issue. Indigo felt he was stable enough at the moment anyway.
Juro: He squinted and leaned forward slightly, not missing the light nor the shiver. But he didn’t point it out. Rather, it was almost like he was waiting to see what would happen afterwards, “Raised by wild Night Furies with a solid revenge story, hmm? That’s a crazy plot line right there...”
Indigo: "Yeah. Plot line." Indigo mumbled. "Crazy."
I pretty much died...
"That's really the entire thing there. Minus details. I ended up making some bad choices, and later regretted them. So I gave myself up in the hopes of making things better. I got half of my mind ripped out by a demon, and now I'm here for the foreseeable future."
He was still shivering slightly, but was holding up. Bad memories were creeping into his mind.
Juro: "Right. And how's that working out for you, the whole mind reset thing? In my experiences it hasn't gone well for the people I know..."
Indigo: He chuckled softly, although it didn't sound entirely amused and more nervous. "It was a nightmare. As cool as it is to not feel anger or constantly wanting to kill, it was painful. I don't think I want to try and explain the sensation. And now I'm better, I suppose, but... still not entirely here. I zone out easily, and it made other problems I already had a little worse. Sometimes it doesn't feel like I'm... awake, even when I am."
He shuddered, taking a shaky hand and rubbing his head gently. The flames were sputtering a little higher with his emotions. "Sorry for getting weird, though, I tend to do that. A lot. If... if I start freaking out, I apologize. I know I have a lot of issues."
Juro: Juro gave an easy shake of the head, "It's no worries. Freak outs don't scare me, I've been around quite a few." He pulled at his scarf slightly, "So you don't feel any anger at all? What about other negative emotions?"
Indigo: "Well," Indigo murmured thoughtfully. "I haven't felt a trace of anger since the demon cured me of it. No hatred, no murderous thoughts... no urge to fight. At least not enough to get me to do anything about it." He chuckled, then awkwardly looked down at his hands. "I do feel guilt, loneliness, sadness, and whatever else comes with that I suppose."
He was quiet for a moment, staring thoughtfully at his hands.
"I... guess if there's any hatred in me still, it's mostly aimed at myself. "
Juro: Juro didn't show it on his face, nor did it even pass as a coherent, conscious thought, but somewhere at the very back of his mind, in the dark recesses of a long forgotten past that disappeared just as quickly as it even dared to appear, Indigo's last sentence struck something. He grinned even wider, scribbling in the pages, "Well, that is an quite an ordeal. Do you possibly have any more stories for me?"
Indigo: "I don't know, what else do you want to hear?" Indigo asked. "I gave you the simplest version of basically my entire life. I guess I could go into detail, but I don't really want to." He huffed. "It was hard enough to summarize."
Maybe if I showed him some flame weapons, that would make him happy? 
He stood and stretched. "Guess I could show you my magic, but you've probably already seen plenty of magic like mine before."
Juro: He hummed, then snapped his book shut. The itch came back again and he wasn't liking it, "No, it's alright. If you have nothing more to tell then I better get going." He got to his feet smoothly, "Although if you remember any other stories, do let me know? Just call out my name and I'll be here in a jiffy."
Indigo: Indigo gave him a friendly wave. "Very well. I suppose it'll be nice to have another someone to talk to occasionally. Especially someone who won't remind me of all the horrible things I did."
He was feeling better already and gave Juro a toothy grin. "Safe travels, see ya around."
Category:BOTGD 2
Category:Events
Category:Act I
Category:Jin Juro
Category:Indigo Phantom