[center][h3][color=ec008c]Subject 17, Archon of Sound[/color] and [color=92278f]Vanth, Archon of Lightning[/color][/h3][hider=Status]Location: Temple of the Archons at first, then at the meeting room
Notes: Having a novel interaction[/hider][/center]


[hider=The Conversation]
	An awful screech pierced the air, forcing Vanth to claw at his ears to block out that sound, closing his eyes in the process. [color=92278f][b]You fucked up! You have fucked up, now.[/b][/color] [i]Not helping![/i] The sound died down and he risked a glance up. This marble mystery stood before him. Vanth straightened up.
	“Uhh, hey, I don’t mean to be rude or anything in waking you, but I think we are all expected in the meeting room.” He looked the guy up and down, noticing how gingerly the being put on his goggles and bandana to hide the lack of eyes or mouth, “by the way, my name is Vanth.”
[hr]	17 cocked his head to the side, still unsure what to make of the strange information he had just learned in his dream. He shook off the feeling and stuck out his hand. 
[hr]	Vanth reached out, making sure he wouldn’t accidentally shock them, and grasped their hand to shake it. “And um,” Vanth lowered his voice to avoid being overheard, “I noticed that you lack sight and a mouth, but I’ll keep that to myself if you’d like.” How would he go about communicating with me?
[hr]	17 heard the low humming sound of electric charges as their hands touched. He nodded and grasped Vanth’s hands with both of his, hoping to communicate that he appreciated the gesture. He considered using the headphones, but only briefly. He wasn’t able to trust anyone with access to his mind for the moment. 
[hr]	Vanth read the being’s gratitude, but noticed the slight hesitation in his body language as a thought went through his mind. Their grasp releasing, the reality of how many secrets each of these archons- his new comrades- may have began to sink in. “I’ll be forward with you though, I have no experience with nonverbal communication. I’ll do my best to keep my questions to yes or no answers for ya,” he shifted his weight, “Where I came from, a lot of people lived in pain so I do what can to alleviate discomfort from those I associate with- unless they’re trying to kill me of course.” He choked on that last part as he recalled the night his parents died, merely two months ago.
[hr]	17 felt more at ease the more he heard Vanth talk. He attempted to sign to him in W.G.O.’s universal sign language, but it didn’t get the reaction he wanted. 17 pulled the collar of his thick layers down to reveal the brand the B.R.F. had left on him. 17 pointed to the brand, then to his head. 
	An idea sprung into his head: Morse Code. An archaic method of communicating in the early industrial ages of planet Earth, before W.G.O. takeover. He had no reference on him, but hoped Vanth would understand. 
	He grabbed Vanth’s hand and began tapping out the morse code alphabet on his palm. He looked up, even though he couldn’t see anything, as if to ask “do you understand?”
[hr]	“This…” Looking down at his palm as 17 tapped, a smile broke out like zits across Vanth's face. Vanth let out a short laugh of relief, “this is morse code! But why the alphabet?” He shook his head, “at least that is progress! I’m pretty handy with an oscillator since my dad had one and taught me how to transmit messages.”
[hr]	It took some time, but 17 communicated a short message: I AM SOUND STOP NEED GRAVITY TIME STOP SAVE CRYSTAL STOP CAN I TRUST YOU STOP
[hr]	Although 17 couldn’t see it, Vanth nodded his head. “Absolutely. So, there’s an archon of crystal that requires the aid of the archons of sound, gravity, and time?” 
	17 nodded his head excitedly. 
	“Okay, I understand. I have no ulterior motives except for going back to the realm I came from to clean up the corruption that is ruining the people I know. So yes, you can trust me, but can I trust you?” He said that in the most upbeat tone that he could manage with the weight of the situation.
	17 thought for moment. He could understand Vanth’s hesitation with such sparse communications. He lifted the headphones from around his neck and placed them on Vanth’s ears.
	“[i]Where are the others?[/i]”
	After having a former archon speak into his head, hearing 17’s thoughts did not come as a shock.
	“[i]I think you have to speak.[/i]”
	“Oh, then uh they said they were meeting in a long room with a table after setting up our rooms.”
	“[i]Rooms? Why do we need rooms? It’s the end of the world.[/i]” Seventeen’s thoughts were without a filter.
	“Well, I suppose in this temple their purpose is for our own privacy, storage of our stuff, and rest.. There is an empty room next to mine that you could occupy later,” he bit his cheek a little, “but what you say is true as well, I can see it being… trivial in claiming territory when we should be actively working against Thanatos.”
	The response came as a shock to 17. He didn’t realize all his thoughts were telegraphed so clearly. “[i]Forgive me. I didn’t mean to be so blunt. Should we go?[/i]” His thoughts almost had an embarrassed tone to them, if such a thing is possible
	“You’re fine! Let’s go ahead to that meeting then.”
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	17 and Vanth found their places next to each other at the table once they arrived. Vanth still had the headphones around his neck in case there was a need for 17 to speak up.