log; i don't even know

[oaf]

[This is probably one of the weirdest guild requests L'Arc has ever gotten but whatever money is money!!!

So yeah. Knocking once and then BARGING INTO THE HOUSE like all good video game characters.]

Hello?

Comments

the best thing ever

[cherisher]

[So Rex told him that he'd be out for the day or something and he and Zamuel got the most wonderful idea to get him a babysitter! (Across dimensions but details.)

He's 14 for crying out loud he can legally stay home by himself -- dear eesa, did the babysitter just barge into the house after knocking only once. STORMING OVER.]

Who said you could come in!?

it is

[oaf]

[oh god what is this timeline]

I did, as your current, uh...

[cherisher]

[the most confusing thing]

. . . oh. You're the babysitter.

You don't even look that much older than me. [THERE'S NO WAY YOU'RE 18, MAN.]

[oaf]

Yeah, well, at least I'm not fourteen, so you're just gonna have to deal with it.

[cherisher]

No way. I'm a mercenary. I've done work just as hard as you, so why do I get saddled with someone to watch over me?

[oaf]

Hey, this is just what I've been hired to do, and I won't get my reward if I let you run free. Blame the people who put up that request.

[cherisher]

[s i g h]

Hey, if I pay you more than what they offered, would you let me do as I please?

[Hoping L'Arc is not a stickler to the contract like himself!!]

[oaf]

[HAHA yeah no]

Sorry, kid. A contract's a contract.

[cherisher]

[NOOOOOOOO.]

Darn. You're too good.

And you can't call me "kid." Only Zamuel's old enough to call me that.

[oaf]

[... SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE.]

Hold on, what? That can't be right...

[cherisher]

[Buh? What's with the shock? Did Rex omit his identity or what?]

Why not?

[oaf]

The old man's dead! Don't tell me you didn't know...

1/6

[cherisher]

-- . . .

2/6

[cherisher]

[um what]

3/6

[cherisher]

[That's impossible! Zamuel's one of the best swordsmen ever. Not to mention he went out with Rex and . . . Rastan, so there's now way he could have -- ]

4/6

[cherisher]

[Eesa, did either one of them decide to push Zamuel off the bridge or something!?]

5/6

[cherisher]

[ . . . ]

6/6 I LOVE TO COUNT.

[cherisher]

I saw him this morning. Aren't you thinking of someone else?

... snickers

[oaf]

Uh... we're talking about Zamuel of the Lord Knights, right? Flamboyant old man [may he rest in peace], one of the best swordsmen in his time?

[cherisher]

Right. But what's with the "in his time?"

[oaf]

... Well, now that he's dead, like I said, this isn't exactly his time anymore.

[cherisher]

But he's not dead! The Lord Knights are still going strongly. What's your source?

[oaf]

Oh, I don't know—I was only there when he died! And what do you mean, the Lord Knights are still going strong? They disbanded years ago.

[cherisher]

[!?]

You're making no sense. We haven't even been around for a year!

[oaf]

'We'? Wait, what? Who the heck are you?

[... Hold on, that hair—]