Young Writers Society

I resisted the urge to groan. I wasn't going to give in so easily.

...I just had to figure out how I was actually going to get him to talk.

"So what can you tell me, then?" I asked. Maybe he'd let something slip that would clue me in to the answer.

"Hmm. About what? That subject or another? Because I can tell you a great many things about a great many things."

I fought back very strongly against the urge to groan again.

"About you," I said. "I've told you about things most people don't know about me, but I've realized I don't know a whole lot about you."

The crystals glowed again—once when Sorenson said what he could tell me, and once more after I spoke.

"Well, I'm a human enthusiast and a sorcerer of the sky." The crystals glowed. "I also happen to be a nobleman of the Moon Elves." Another glow.

"You've already told me that." The crystals glowed again. Even if he hadn't said it in those exact words, he had already conveyed that information. "I was looking for something new."

Another glow.

"Alright, then. Sometimes I forget to clip my toenails, which is very important for elves to do. I secretly despise being relied on for things."

I blinked.

"It's important for elves to clip their toenails?" I said, bewildered and momentarily distracted. The crystals had glowed when Sorenson had said that, so it wasn't a lie. I glanced down at my own feet. I couldn't even remember the last time I had done that.

He nodded. "They grow remarkably fast! An inch a week, would you believe it?" The crystals glowed brightly.

"Huh."

I mentally stored that fact away for the next time I needed to disgust Natty boy. Asmira, of course, would only be slightly disgusted by that fun fact, but Nathaniel would absolutely detest it.

"If you told me human toenails grew that fast, no. I wouldn't have believed it if we weren't talking about elves," I replied. The crystals glowed.

(Improvised as with many things I do in this roleplay. I have a very vague backstory for this guy; he's a d&d character originally)

Sorenson chuckled. "There you have it, then."

I almost smirked a little at that, but then remembered the reason I had gotten that answer in the first place. I had some answers I wanted to get while we were trapped in this room. Sorenson was doing his best to deflect right now.

"Toenails aside," I said, "do you have anything else you can share?"

(I think we've already kinda established rules for thus area; changing them now wouldn't be great but I agree a nudge is needed.)

"Why are you so interested?" he asked with a frown.

"Contrary to popular opinion," I said, "I have standards."

The crystals glowed, and the ground shook. I couldn't tell what it was saying was the lie and what it was saying was the truth, but I decided to ignore it for now. Once I regained on my rock post-shaking, I continued.

"My...master wasn't a good person." I looked Sorenson right in the eye. "I never want to be like him, and made it my personal mission to never let anyone else be like him, either. If I found someone like him, I'd..."

My expression darkened, and the crystals glowed softly around me.

"As for the parent part, I have some friends with very shitty family members and don't want to be around anyone like them," I added, thinking of one of my closest friends. Even Nathaniel technically counted, when I thought about it. "I might not be able to get rid of you while we're here, but I'd like to know what you're really like."

(Not currently but I'll think on it at work today)

He frowned. "I'm no abuser, Skull, I can promise you that." The crystals glowed faintly, and he glared up at them. "I'm not. I've made some mistakes, is all."