Fallacious

Playing The Sassy Detetive

Remy walks around for awhile, just admiring the drab scenery of the Dark Palace before he runs into exactly who he's been looking for. He grins, his eyes brightening, "Happy Pappy Patton!"

Patton blinks slowly, looking up at Remy, "Do I know you?"

Remy's smile only faltered the slightest bit, "Of course you do! I raised you, sweet lovely."

"Sorry, I don't remember that," Patton frowns lightly, "I don't remember a lot, though."

"That's okay," Remy nods, "I'm sure you'll remember everything eventually."

"I hope so." Patton replies softly.

"So you don't remember anything at all?" Remy asks.

"Well.. Not exactly." Patton frowns, "I can remember..bits and pieces of things. Nothing really important though. I remember I don't like King Creativity, for example, but I don't remember why."

"I see," Remy nods, "What about Deceit? What do you think of him?"

Patton furrows his brows in concentration, "He.. Lies.."

"Well, that's true." Remy nods, "Anything else?"

"Um.." Patton purses his lips, "I don't know. He's complicated."

He shakes his head, "I don't know what to think of him."

"Okay. Do you remember who I am at all?" Remy asks.

"No, sorry." Patton shakes his head again.

"That's okay, I'm wounded, but it's okay. I'm Sleep, but my name is Remy. We're friends." Remy smiles brightly.

"We're friends?" Patton tilts his head.

Remy nods, "Yep."

"Okay.." Patton nods, "I believe you."

"Good," Remy chuckles softly, "What about Logan and Virgil? What do you think of them?"

"Logan.." Patton blinks slowly, "He's.. Smart. I.."

His eyes get a far away look to them as his voice softens, "There was..a fight.. He's a threat."

"Yikes," Remy chuckles uneasily, "And Virgil?"

"Who's Virgil?" Patton blinks, eyes staring at Remy curiously.

"Okay, so you think Logan is a threat and you don't remember Virgil at all." Remy frowns, sipping his coffee, "Good to know."

Patton tilts his head, looking confused, "Am I not right?"

"I'm looking into that." Remy smiles and Patton just looks more confused. Remy shrugs, "I'm gonna find somewhere to nap, I'll be around if you need me."

Patton nods lightly and Remy turns and walks away. Patton continues walking aimlessly and Remy walks until he spots Remus' room. Curiosity gets the best of him and he walks up to the room, opening the door just enough to peek inside. A shuriken lodges itself in the door by his face and he squeaks, pulling back and turning around. He chuckles awkwardly as Ronaemus stares at him with an angry expression.

"Why are you snooping?" The King glares.

"I'm not!" Remy assures, "I was just.. Seeing if you were inside!"

"Clearly I am not." Ronaemus scoffs, "Cut your tricks, Sleep. Tell me what you're really doing trying to sneak into my room?"

"Oh, hey, you remember me!" Remy grins and the King raises an eyebrow, "So? Answer the question you pathetic party boy."

"Ouch." Remy scoffs, "That's no way to treat the man who raised you!"

Ronaemus' sword appears in his hand and he holds the blade towards Remy, "You best stop deflecting and answering my questions, father."

Remy chuckles awkwardly, raising his hands up, "Okay, okay, you caught me. I was just trying to see if your room changed since you were fused back together!"

The king's eyes narrow slightly but he lowers his sword, "I see.. Well, it hasn't. Now begone with you, I have more pressing matters to attend to."

"Gosh," Remy giggles, "You don't want me around, either? You sound like Deceit."

Ronaemus gasps in an offended manner, "How dare you? I am nothing like that snake!"

Remy shrugs, "All I'm saying is you both don't want me around. Kind of rude if you ask me."

Ronaemus scowls, "No one asked you."

"Rude," Remy clicks his tongue, "Seriously, where is the respect?"

The king scoffs, "You only get respect if you earn it."

"And haven't I?" Remy asks, raising an eyebrow as he puts a hand to his chest, "It's cruel of you to say I haven't, Ro. It hurts, hurts me right here."

He pats his chest and Ronaemus frowns, twitching lightly at being called Ro. A twinge at the back of his mind gives him a headache and he growls lightly, "Whatever, leave me be, Sleep."

"Not even on a first name basis, huh?" Remy laughs lightly, "Now that really stings. Come on now, you don't gotta be like that. Who was it that taught you how to use that stupid sword you keep threatening everyone with? That's right, Ro, it was me."

Ronaemus twitches again, almost dropping his sword this time. He clears his throat and huffs, "Will you please just go away? Unless you're willing to lie under a steamroller with knives for the roller, leave me be."

Remy smirks softly, "Maybe next time, babes. But first, what's my name?"

Ronaemus glances back at him, snarling lightly, "What?"

"What's my name?" Remy asks innocent, sticking his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, "Not my title, but my actual name. Come on, Ro  Ro, I've told you."

For a moment the king seems to seize before he shakes his head, grumbling, "You expect me to remember? I haven't seen you since I was young."

"You remember," Remy tilts his head, "You just gotta try. I know you can do it. Surely you liked me enough at one point to remember my name, yeah?"

Ronaemus huffs in frustration and shoves Remy aside so he can retreat into his room, slamming the door behind him. A glittering sheen appears over the door, he's locked the door. Remy scoffs, dusting himself off as he stands back up, "Well.. Something just happened."

He smirks, "Roman's still in there. That's important information to have."

Smiling smugly to himself, Remy puts his hands back in his pockets and continues down the hallway. He stops outside of Virgil's door, looking surprised to see it, since he's pretty sure this door disappeared when Virgil moved to the light side. He looks around, and once confirming he's alone, he opens the door and sneaks inside.