[He was seeing how far he needed to go to make Emet blush. Seems like further? But on the other hand he can tell there's some effect to all that. Not the flustered protesting he might have once expected, but he shouldn't expect that anymore should he?
At the very least now that he's not so desperately distracted with Hades existing he can pay close attention to all the details and differences. Relearn what he's forgotten, and what's changed. Though who knows if he'll remember which is which.
He settles his fingertips on the small of Hades's back.]
I thought we might walk out of here just like this actually. Since the whole in public part is over.
[That protest only eggs him on? Makes him push at Emet's back just little, urging him forward. There's definitely no problem with walking bound as he is! That rope will definitely rub places but that is the point.]
[If he pushes on his back, he's going to just lean his entire body weight on him. A non-verbal 'carry me'. He really should have added a collar to drag him.]
[There is a strangled sound that he tries to keep in as the ropes are jostled and Hythlodaeus will definitely be close enough to hear it without problem. He can't wrap his arms around his neck, but he will lean his head against his shoulder being as demure as his position allows him.]
Rather than respond immediately slides a hand into Emet's chest, his soul, curling his fingers in deep and tugging Emet forward by that grip, his other hand tugging the ropes again.]
Why yes, that sounds delightful. Though I don't want you to beg and scream for freedom, Hades.
[His own breath hitches, and he has to laugh, almost breathless, but it's more incredulous than amused, staring at Emet with equal intensity. Curious, hungry, predatory almost.]
What of you? When did you learn cruelty? How many years did it take you to grow good enough at it not to flinch?
[He takes in a breath and another, fingertips raking through Emet's soul.]
Of course if you want to know I'll tell you, everything.
I'm not like those half men, Hythlodaeus. Not like those broken shards and malformed fragments you tried to collect all those years.
[To prove his point he wraps his aether around his fingertips tugging him in further. Reminding him that he is whole and his aether is as bottomless as ever.]
Let the shards go. He would never want you to torture yourself so.
[ doesn't seem fazed by the teleportation and immediately takes a step away from emet like all they did was walk exactly two paces. he does seem to look intrigued by the woods, so don't mind him just taking a little look around. ]
I'm incredibly torn up. [ he doesn't really sound too torn up. ]
I would not be bored. I'm new, so as a result all of this is new to me. I have plenty to do. [ he gives a laugh. ] I won't be bored for some time. I would simply not have you by my side, asking me questions about my darling colleague. If you're so curious about him, then you can go and find him. He could use a friend.
I am curious about him. I'm curious about you. I'm curious about all those on this team whom I'm forced to spend time with. How else am I to scheme and plot if I don't listen, observe, and ask questions.
Though I am impressed. Most people can talk about themselves for quite a lot longer. You did button up quite quickly.
I am sure he'll run his mouth about me. [ and he'll find out one way or another... so scaramouche better be careful, because dottore has no problem stitching those lips of his closed. permanently. ] If you'd like to know about me, then tell me a little about you. I'm sure I've heard something about sharing somewhere. [ but emet's follow up comment does get a genuine laugh out of dottore. ]
I'm not surprised. A lot of people do seem to half self-inflated egos. I'm sure with the right push of buttons you could get people to spill more than their guts. [ an even more boisterous laugh. ]
[ he stoops down to pick a weird looking flower. ]
[He actually stretches his arms up at the question, popping his back.]
And here I was going to take a break from all this. The personas. The plays. I was promised a hundred year nap at least. But here I am back on the stage. And one that gets me no closer to my goals. Infuriating honestly.
Alright. Alright. I wonder if this trick will work on you, or you'll simply get huffy like the rest. Think of a place in your mind. One you would rather be than here a this moment. Hold it there.
He can do whatever he likes. He earned the free will he has, ...every action simply has a reaction and potentially a consequence. [ rubs one of its petals between his thumb and forefinger, gently... and then he just tears it off, letting it drop. he crushes the flower in hand after, letting its crushed bits drop after that poor little petal. ]
I wonder why they get huffy. [ he thinks of an empty white void with the biggest smile on his face. ]
You speak as if he didn't have a will of his own before.
[He snaps his fingers and for a moment, the most briefest moment they will be there in that empty void.
Emet, of course, rolls his eyes. But whatever 'feeling' he would expect from such a place that is what his senses tell him. Convincing him its real.
And maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. If Emet existed with his full powers it would be real, but whose to say in this strange place they've found themselves.
But it will only last a single moment before it is gone and they are back in the forest.]
[ dottore makes no further comments about scaramouche. ]
[ he feels nothing. he didn't choose a place that means anything to him. he's still holding his cards close to his chest, but instead just chose a place that would make it obvious if emet's powers held any water... and they do, even if it's brief because of what this place does to everybody. ]
How very interesting. [ muses thoughtfully. ] It's a shame about what they do to us, don't you think?
I guess we'll just have to see if anything changes for the... better? [ he shrugs. ] Until we meet again then. [ and he just starts walking off like he's going on the most casual stroll through the most mundane set of woods to have ever existed anywhere ever. ]
[ he’s skilled at hiding his emotions, but the question surprises him, and Emet looking directly into his eyes like that immediately makes him feel exposed. So he averts his gaze and tries his best to hide without his hat ]
Do others not? I suppose all they see is a younger man. An oversight I have no doubts you use to your advantage. Though truthfully it is your connection to the other that tells the story more. Most people don't have working relationships with those who enjoy their saws and tools as that one does.
Dottore isn’t as interested in bloodshed for the sake of bloodshed as you think he is. You underestimate him. Consider this my piece of advice - he’s far more dangerous than his attitude suggests.
As for myself … I’ll let you figure it out. But I thought we’d established I have no reason to harm you.
[ he will let his ball’s power grow in intensity, though the size is the same, it shines brighter and emet will be able to feel its growing power ]
In my world, those who have magic abilities can usually manipulate one element among six. This is electro.
I underestimate no one. The will of man is ever a fickle and precarious force.
[He gives him a sidelong look for a moment. A challenge that he couldn't harm him if he tried. But after the brief glance he looks back up at the magic before him.]
Not so dissimilar then. The number of elements, that is. Would you consider yourself a mage of considerable talent?
What do I think...? What was it. 'He’s far more dangerous than his attitude suggests.'
Ah. Do you truly care about my opinion? I will admit it is rather novel. Like you, I am not used to people listening. Not really anyway. Not unless they want something.
And you and I listen because we want the same thing. One might think it power or information or advantage over the other, but it is really more simple than that. We desire stability. And understanding of where we stand. And so we listen to puzzle out what is meant between lines. Words unsaid.
As for a demonstration... well, I've only done this once. My power is not what it was. Not here. But I will need some help.
What place do you desire to be in this very moment? Think of it. Hold onto it in your mind's eye.
[ he seems pleased with the speech right until the last moment - in fact, just being asked to picture a place he wants to be in seems to piss him off ]
Better than the last time. Alright. It won't be impressive without one of your memories however. Of course, I can conjure up my own.
[He snaps his fingers and for the briefest, absolute briefest of moments they are knee deep in snow in front of a gigantic metal building. A city, perhaps a capital in the middle of a frozen and blizzard laden region. But this city is thriving with citizen milling about, a train running, life and technology. All the hustle and bustle in his ears. The crisp wind in his nose. The sharp tang of winter on his tongue.
But only for the briefest of moments. True Creation cannot exist here after all. Only the echo of its passing.]
[ he’s immediately in full observation mode the moment he’s caught in it. He knows the sharp, bitter cold of winter. Even more than the rest of it all, that solidifies that it cannot be a simple illusion ]
… how unfortunate that this place is shackling you so. I wonder if you can make just about anything appear … creating it, and not just faking its existence.
Bootyyyshaker9000: Greetings. Bootyyyshaker9000: I am Donatello Hamato from Robin's Egg. I have been informed you share a bond with one of my teammates. Bootyyyshaker9000: I wished to reach out to you as my brother has recently joined your team. Bootyyyshaker9000: Mostly to let you know if there are any issues, feel free to inform me or ask for help.
[Give him a moment, texting isn't really something he does .... ever.]
Emet-Selch: I assume you aren't related to the doll or the doctor. Emet-Selch: Which leaves you as the result of the sheep accident. Emet-Selch: Oh, if you are offering help. Then I simply ask that you watch over my dear, dear friend. Emet-Selch: He has a tendency to get into trouble. Emet-Selch: Thus any amount of babysitting fostered his way is more than welcome.
Bootyyyshaker9000: I mean, it was hardly an accident as deliberate mad science, but that does sound like something Leo would say. Bootyyyshaker9000: I will always look after my teammates, including any necessary babysitting. Bootyyyshaker9000: I was offering in regards to my brother. He can be Bootyyyshaker9000: Difficult. Bootyyyshaker9000: An extremely valuable teammate. Bootyyyshaker9000: But also difficult.
[A pause. Well, he won't rat out Leo on all his things, he figures the team can figure that out if they deserve to know, but he will get the one that is usually a time limit.]
Bootyyyshaker9000: He was usually in charge of our medical issues. In result, he's the world's worst patient. Bootyyyshaker9000: I usually took care of him so I'm used to his misbehavior.
Emet-Selch: I was expecting something much worse. Emet-Selch: You are in luck. We have a doctor, Eve has healing magic, and I can manage a simple conjury or two in a pinch. Emet-Selch: A little unruliness will hardly be a bother.
Emet-Selch: I can teleport, my dear. Emet-Selch: That will not be a problem. Emet-Selch: Anything else I should watch out for besides his ability to get injured?
Emet-Selch: Wouldn't dream of asking you to. Emet-Selch: Consider our door open to you at any time since your brother is on our team. Emet-Selch: Well, if I am there. Emet-Selch: Snail has a habit of playing 'not it' when it comes to opening the front door.
Emet-Selch: My, you two love each other very much. Emet-Selch: It seems all is in accord. Emet-Selch: We shall watch over him as best as we can. I can already imagine the energy he will bring to the team. Emet-Selch: Though our win rate is not very impressive. Emet-Selch: Then again neither is yours. Emet-Selch: Something we can both approve upon.
Bootyyyshaker9000: We're brothers, its what we do. Bootyyyshaker9000: I have been working on it. Bootyyyshaker9000: Leo will likely help yours. Bootyyyshaker9000: At least for some of the games.
Emet-Selch: A pact made then. Emet-Selch: The boy on our team would like a more livable situation. Emet-Selch: So I suppose we can begin to put in the effort. Emet-Selch: Do not fret, we have no reason not to take care of him. Emet-Selch: And even if his personality can be jagged along the edges, well, the same can go for the rest of us.
Emet-Selch: If you could get him his own bed, I'm sure that will stop most of his grouching. Emet-Selch: Oh? Were you not the one who warned us he could be 'difficult'?
Bootyyyshaker9000: I meant your jagged edges. Bootyyyshaker9000: I could fix the bed situation. If you have someone willing to help collect the raw supplies, Leo is a dice roll, I can make it. I can make most anything.
Emet-Selch: You want me to spill my secrets! How delightful. Emet-Selch: I've been told that I give off 'shady vibes' as it were. Untrustworthy. Emet-Selch: Perhaps that is the start of my own sharper edges. Emet-Selch: An engineer. I can help with the raw supplies. Though truthfully, I haven't been paying attention to these ruins. There is little I want for. Emet-Selch: Would any of the trees in the forest work?
Bootyyyshaker9000: That can cover so much. I have shady vibes and I'm perfectly trustworthy. Bootyyyshaker9000: The trees will work. There is a bedding ruin, but I assume you're aware with the spread within snail. Bootyyyshaker9000: I do have a price for the labor, however. An oddly poetic one, actually. Bootyyyshaker9000: Leo can suffer insomnia at times and he will lie to my face if I don't physically monitor him. I do not know how often sleepovers will happen at this time. Bootyyyshaker9000: You don't need to get on his case, but I would appreciate being informed if there is a lot of last to bed, first to rise going on.
Emet-Selch: Is there a ruin? My, it sounds like you are inviting me to an outing. Emet-Selch: I do not spend much of my time in Snail, but I will keep an eye on it. Emet-Selch: Are we allowed to force him to sleep or would that just compound the problem?
Bootyyyshaker9000: If you can figure out a way that sticks, I will not complain. Bootyyyshaker9000: The bedding ruin does require people hold hands. Bootyyyshaker9000: So I suppose I am. Bootyyyshaker9000: Not today. I'm only leaving Leo because I made a promise to someone and then I'm going right back to him for the rest of the day. Today is a sleepover day.
Emet-Selch: I have nothing but time. Emet-Selch: I will see to the trees while you are enjoying time with your brother. Emet-Selch: Do enjoy it. There is nothing as special as spending time with your loved ones after all.
Emet-Selch: You are quite intelligent for your age. Emet-Selch: Then I will not take any more of your time. Emet-Selch: I'll be in touch in a few days.
Kyrie: I know this is out of the blue, but I would like to spend some time not being caught up in drama and ideally with adult company. Are you doing anything at the moment? Kyrie: Oh - I suppose you might not recognise my name, it's the woman from Salamander.
Jamil had it particularly bad, and he's the type of person who's too used to doing everything for everyone, so I had to force him to let me be a housewife and at least make dinner. I thought I shouldn't show up somewhere I don't know anyone empty-handed. But maybe that's how you already ended up with cake to give out.
[He does motion to the slowly diminishing 15 tier cake.]
Despite our loss, they won it in some prize wheel. They were quite pleased. Apparently sweets are more than a few objectives for some so it serves even a more beneficial purpose.
We did, although I wasn't there. I shouldn't be surprised that Snail lost, I was told you're all pretty ruthless, but it seems like you must just goof around in your rooms.
They're... To not be overly attached to my husband, I think, "deal with emotions in a healthy way", and one that I'm not quite certain of the meaning, but something like doing whatever I want to do just for myself.
...Battler-kun is my stepson. He's been a bit upset with me, so he doesn't really tell me things like that lately. But I imagine you would know if he was terribly upset about it.
Parts of it, at least. Others...well, I would have to be an entirely different person at that point. If I could simply change that I was ever this way, then yes. Otherwise, just picking and choosing would be worse, if that makes any sense.
They're all pretty mature really. It's more that I feel I have to act a certain way as the adult.
I wonder if that would go the way you think... But I didn't realise there were any other mothers here, so I suppose I had better at least say hello. You stood out to me because you said something about being used to playing roles, and I think that memory you shared illustrated it a bit. To be honest, I thought with that in mind, I might be able to manage to speak to you as myself, without a role, you know?
But I don't mean that I intended to unload on you - I'm too used to playing roles myself, even when I'm trying to be honest, I realise that I'm doing it again, I've just picked a different one. But around someone else who does that sort of thing, there shouldn't be a point, so maybe I'll stop.
Ah, you do understand. Yes, responsible adult, good mother, someone who has the capacity to care that my team has been hurt, relentless murderer, whatever is needed at the time.
Relentless murderer. Goodness. That one is different from the others. One that I can see making your son rather upset. Though in this place, it is a necessity.
And so what is it? What is the real you without a role?
No, his complaint is justified, he found out about murders I committed at home, and that it was meant to include him. There's parts of it that he is being somewhat selfish or petty about, but I can't really blame him for it either.
...Interesting. You don't find you need it often enough to justify bothering?
...Ahh, it's complicated, but I hated him. He was another woman's son, and she was my enemy. We were both pregnant by the same man, but she found out first, so he married her. And then we even gave birth at the same time, but my son died. So, although she's dead now, it was still painful, having to be around Battler-kun and being reminded of his mother and my child. I could keep you here all day with the details, but that's the gist of it. Just...blaming him for things that weren't his fault.
Losing a child is never easy. Little can compare to it, honestly.
Goodness. That is a lot to unpack between you two. He's yet young as well. Will you protect him then? To prove things are different? Or do you still hate him?
That's right, it's an awful thing to experience, isn't it? But... apparently my son is alive after all, I've just made him hate me so much that I'm under orders to keep insisting you don't call him my son.
I do want to protect him, yes. But he doesn't like it - it's all very dramatic, you see.
I am trying to be honest, yes. Which is why I'm looking to find a way to stop affecting any roles, you see. Anyway, you can ignore the details, I'm just trying to talk to someone like a real person, not get you involved in family drama.
Oh, do not worry, I will not embed myself or take sides. Family tends to be a matter of the heart and meddling tends to cause more harm than help.
I suppose I should ask why you feel like you need a role at all. Your son is alive. This other not-son seems as he needs time to digest your actions of the past and reconcile with the actions you have now. Are you still trying to play doting mother? Do you even want to?
Ah, I'm not concerned about whether you'll insert yourself or any of that - you don't need to bother listening to any of this. Especially when you ask about things that would require far more exposition than you know... I suppose it is too overcomplicated to speak loosely, those two sons are one and the same, Battler.
Essentially, I've always had a part to play, it's not that I want to, I just don't know any other way to be. I know the way I'm meant to act with my children, and I can simulate everything about being a good mother, but I'm still struggling with feeling it the same way. I want to just love them without it having anything to do with their usefulness to me. My daughter adores me, even knowing the things I've done, and I hate catching myself thinking about how I'm going to exploit that. Battler thinks that I can only care about myself, so when I notice these things, I worry that he might be right.
Even then... Maybe I only care about this because they're my children, and because their father is catching on too. Maybe I'm only trying to save myself from losing him. It's almost impossible to tell where my own lies begin. That's why I'm hoping that having no reason to try to use or lie to you might help.
But you are using me, are you not? You are trying to find a sense of normalcy, a perceived 'normal' interaction. Though by whose standards is anyone's guess.
Thoughts themselves are not grounds for berating. If they were, we would able terrible and horrible creatures. Perhaps you see your children as tools to be adored by your husband. Perhaps you see your husband as a tool to your won happiness. Can they not be both? Can you not love them and see their potential, their usefulness?
I think it's reasonable to acknowledge some usefulness. You're right, you could say that I'm even using you, after all. But there's a difference, isn't there? People don't willingly do things that won't benefit them in at least some way, even if it's just escaping boredom, but... Active manipulation is another thing, isn't it.
I do believe there are people that would do things selfishly. Love, unconditional, is real.
Though I can understand the frustration with active manipulation. You have spent a long time trying to move the pieces on the board, hence you view everyone that way. Perhaps the way to stop is start by acknowledging these thoughts even if you act on them or not. You won't always be successful at changing your nature, but step by step you might see change over time.
Ahh, you mean it can't just be rushed. Yes, I suppose that's true. Anything else I can just turn off and on as necessary, but the point is that this is the opposite, I guess.
I would also ask yourself why you have this sudden desire to change. Is it truly the return of your child or simply because you tire of playing the game?
Well, it's not as if I'm just going to become a good person. I'm not trying to redeem myself or anything. But it's not sudden at all, I just...thought I had done it already.
I was starting to notice already, my husband was terrified of me, even though everything I do is for him. Now I keep seeing how bad it's been, that I don't have any life of my own and the way I try to hide that is alienating them.
I know you did not come here with that intent. But your desire to better yourself is evident, and a task you cannot do alone. We are not solitary creatures after all. You do not owe me for the advice.
But considering the nature of this place, I won't say no to extra meals. Simply visiting will do as well. This place has seen fit to discourage me from wandering around on my own, and the company of those who have seen more years is a welcome change.
You can call on me to escort you any time you want to go somewhere or just get out of the house. And, well, if more food is helpful, then that's easy. I hope you like meat, I do have a weapon now, and shooting is the closest thing I have to a hobby, so it might as well be put to use.
Any food will help. After games we don't have the energy usually to really take care of ourselves outside of trying to hit objectives. Or at least, I don't.
Oh? Were you a mark-smith before or is this a new hobby?
Hmm, yes and no? The family I was born to is the type to hand a little girl a gun and tell her to kill someone, you know? So I've always been good at it. While my husband likes going shooting for fun, so I go with him, but it's really his hobby. With the monsters around though, there's quite a bit more excitement. I don't really see the point in something without effort or stakes, but now there are some.
A thrill-seeker, hm...? My main uses are to work out difficult problems and violence, so it's difficult to tell whether I really enjoy aspects of things like that or am just playing to my strengths. ...But I suppose I can't force adrenaline, so then it must be real.
Freedom, I guess? But all that I really want to do with it is watch Rudolf-san mess around with problems until he figures out a solution or asks for my help. It's a bit of a contradiction, so that's probably a large part of the issue.
All things considered, I consider it to be a rather charming goal. Simply being around those whom you care for even if it can be selfish and selfless at the same time.
Are you sure? I think there's an awful lot to judge. You did say that you have to pretend to care about your team more than you do, that's not equivalent to being judgmental, but... I do believe there was also something about thinking badly of everyone.
For better or for worse, I have to keep in their good graces. There might be a time when I do desire to have them make a certain decisions. And above that, I do need a place to go or else my taboos will wither my soul alive as much as I wish I did not.
[He taps his chin.]
Habits are hard to break. The advice I gave you is advice I should take as well.
I don't fit in with them. My team. 'Tis obvious. Perhaps it is age. Perhaps it is because I care little for their crisis of morality and finding worth.
[cool, time to app kira back so Emet has to deal with the absolute worst level of that!]
Ah. That would be frustrating. There's no point in worrying about morality, either you're going to do something or not, and if you do, then you had better be prepared to own it too. My team is doing the opposite right now, they don't think they've done anything wrong, even though it sounds like they're just as guilty as the one they're fighting with. But it's just the same, I'm keeping my mouth shut.
You seem like someone who can get away with being just a bit rude, though. That they might chalk it up to a charm point.
Mm, there is one, he's certainly the most mature despite being one of the youngest. He disappeared just after I arrived and has only just returned, so I'm looking forward to watching him work.
Oh, I do believe I have heard of the name. But as you can imagine, I don't really seek out the company of others. I was actually surprised you called at all.
I can certainly imagine, yes. Neither do I, but... I was interested enough that I've meant to speak to you if I saw you at a good time. But I suppose it took needing to get out.
It's pretty rare. Kaz is, and there was someone on Robin's Egg I liked. I thought he was just an idiot at first so it was fun to tease him, but he turned out to be really sweet. Although that's a bit different than interesting.
Kyrie: Obviously you're welcome to stay here while Snail is inaccessible. I imagine Mochi and Nanako might be staying with Sohma-san already, so I'm sure we can find some space if there are any other wayward Snails in need, in case no one else has made the offer.
Emet-Selch: What a darling offer! I imagine Leo will go with his brothers. Gojo is... I'm going to watch him for a moment. But I can ask Estelle and Caeli. Emet-Selch: And I will ask how you fared, my dear, in person. It seems rather impersonal over text. Emet-Selch: Yet. Congratulations on the win nonetheless.
If you do ever die in this place and go on a rampage, I do plan on putting you into prison much like you mentioned. But that is not for tonight. Tonight is rest.
I ask that you relax, and try not to reject my attempts too much, hmm?
I mean. I have no idea how my soul will react, but I'll keep it in mind.
[taking a seat with him with a vaguely disgruntled grunt more from the Can't Believe He's Doing This than the really being opposed.]
As for domain expansions... something like that. It's basically the highest form of a jujutsu sorcerer's cursed techniques. Something something sorcerer's who have a strong grasp of themselves and their cursed energy create them as separate spaces inside a barrier, et cetera, yadda yadda.
I got a taboo against using it, so don't mess with that.
And my blindfold should stay on to help mitigate some of the info-dumping unless there's a real danger and you need the quick-time processing. Dunno if you'll pick up my techniques from reflex or not, but as a "just in case"... my techniques look easy but they'd probably even cause you a bit of a headache starting out.
While, watching you nanny is entertaining and charming, I will be fine. I do not intend to use your techniques. And if the input becomes too much, I'll find a nice, dark place to crawl into, hmm. Or wake you up.
Now.
[A purple and black miasma seeps out of his form, and the body he's currently inhabiting slumps against the wall lifeless. While Gojo might not be able to perceive how skilled of a mage he is, he will be able to tell that he's basically an oceanic vat of arcane energy. How incredibly useful it is not having to worry about energy for spells.
And there is that thin thread of connection something else. Something more vast, more powerful, more ... well, what would a link to 'the will of entire star' look to Gojo's eyes.
He won't get to ponder it long as the purple and black swirls that are the the manifestation of his soul surrounds his vision, and tries to enter past mortal flesh.
[he was debating if he had the energy to play up arguing against the term "nanny" but then all that's happening and--it's not a rejection so much as an almost reflexive, kneejerk kind of balk. a bit of resistance while trying to understand what the fuck was that and remembering the whole emotion-sharing that one game... before he's reminding himself what's going on, why he's doing this. it's not like he was really that certain it was a good idea, but he's tired and it's not like his soul's in that great of condition thanks to the snake and the taboos, so...
[With great care, Emet disconnects pieces of Gojo one at a time. Not only does he want to ensure it is done correctly, but he also wants to make the experience less jarring. A panicked or frightened mind does not lend itself to resting after all.
The first to go is the ability to assess a situation quickly: threat level, speed, mass, whatever his eyes see. The world around him becomes sluggish and mundane. He'll feel incredibly mundane --- not unsimilar to when this forest and jungle takes his abilities.
Next is the sense of sound. The rushing of water from the baths, the ambient noises of the forest, the little pitter patter of dripping water and critters scurrying. One by one they fade away into silence.
The sense of touch disappears after. The ground under him. The wind in his hair. The aches and pains, if any exist, from the last game. All of it gone as if he is floating outside of reality.
And finally, the most important piece, his sight. Images become blurry. Color begins to bleed from the edges of his vision until all that is remains is dull grayscale. The grayscale then darkens further and further until nothing but pitch, black darkness surrounds him.]
quicker, less confusing and random--less bloody, for certain.
Gojo doesn't know jack about souls, but there's the thought that maybe his is just curling up with the relief of input and data, already just abandoning the efforts to keep track.]
[he almost asks what's the point in that because, like, either way he's just kind of on his own here? might as well be full of the void void void he's used to.
but then, figures there might be the whole disappointed lecture or something, so...
that one beach on Okinawa, hours before disaster. obviously. though he doesn't really seem soothed, more just nostalgic and calm.]
[wow, the face he makes without knowing he's making it hearing that. he doesn't even fuss about the face touching or forehead kiss. how dare all these feelings still.]
[Have you noticed anything in the direction of the woods today? A familiar soul light? Or maybe it becomes apparent when it's literally outside your window. Well, even though your window is on the second story, someone is still knocking on it.
It won't be any surprise who, unless your eyesight's especially bad today.]
[He sleeps in Mochi's room so he'll have to sneak around a few windows until he finds him. But when he does spot him, he will rub his eyes and do a double take.]
[The little shiver down his spine, the sigh as his eyes flutter closed a moment before he twists his hands in Emet's shirt and drags him up into another kiss, lips brushing down his jaw and against his soul.]
[He snaps his fingers and a portal sucks them both into an interdimensional space. It starts off in inky darkness, but that is something that should feel at 'home' to them.]
Even I can't keep this up more than a night. And only when my taboos are lessened. But come, give me your memory. Help me remember.
[And he is going to shape their place. Was it a house? An apartment? But he starts to fill it with little touches here and there. Small relics and bits of memory.]
[He sits up runs a hand through Emet's hair, glancing around the construct and then down at the man under him.
His fingertips trace Emet's throat, his clavicle, eyes half closing.]
I filled a crystal with it once.
The memories. Our home. Little things.
[His eyes do close, and where his fingertips mingle with Emet's soul he shares them, the little details he preserved before time eroded the rest. The way the light fell through the curtains on the wall just over there, the potted plants, the little curios left around the place, gifts from friends or from one adventurous friend.
Even more intimate things, the layout of the bedroom, how Hythlodaeus never made the bed, the crystals scattered on a desk, concepts to review, a hairbrush on the bedside table, not everything, not every detail, but as many as he can recall, as he's worn into his own memory by revisiting over and over.]
[He makes a face and taps his fingers to Emet's lips.]
Our burdens are heavy and our hearts carry more sorrow than is bearable. And here you sit, a vision of the past in a memory of a time before tragedy.
[He leaves his fingers there, gazing down at Emet with both love and sorrow, and the madness of eons, but also a gentle little quirk of his lips.]
I will listen if you wish, I will cry and wail out my heart and soul, for they've no purpose if their purpose isn't to be yours. I'll act out the sorrow of millennia and carve my very being into your flesh and your soul, I'll show you passion and vulnerability and love and despair and everything. I'll take comfort in your words and offer you my own, I'll be selfish and greedy and demanding and protective and sly.
But to surround us in a time before such pain, I think perhaps you should remember other things as well. How to look grumpy when your heart is tender, to laugh or smile or complain about my antics while really hoping I'll never listen to a word.
Whatever the eons have done to both of us, this place is where your heart lies, and I am who it lies with. It's the same for me. My heart could be nowhere but here.
[His fingers drop to Emet's chest over his heart.]
Ever, and always.
Anyway~
Scold me if you like, but I think a man who's so stingy with his aether should be indulged in the setting he's chosen.
[He reaches up to cup his face with both hand letting his thumbs rub over his cheeks. And though his reply is short he listens to every single word with rapt attention.]
And for this moment, let us forget past and present, future and duties. Do not dwell in what we were and what we are. Shed it all for this interaction.
Though I will admit I did make this place a little nostalgic.
[Oh. He does like this, leaning his forehead to Emet's and smiling at him.]
You're making my plans difficult.
[But not impossible and he's not complaining.]
I suppose asking you to look away would be unreasonable.
[He wraps his arms around Hades, palm trailing up his spine and fingertips kneading the back of his neck, urging him to rest his head on Hyth's shoulder.]
Pray tell, let me in on your plan, and I can help.
[He doesn't need much coaxing his rest his head on his shoulder. As long as he can see the color of his soul, the rest is icing on the cake. And he does shudder a little under the touch. A tad sensitive just for this man.
But he isn't idle either, he runs his own hand on his upper back ensuring to pet his aether as he does.]
[He shivers himself, how can he not? Always sensitive to this man. But he lifts a hand away, summoning the hairbrush with a little aether, one hand petting Emet's hair a little before running down along his spine to return the aetheric pets.
The other begins to brush his hair gently, no reason other than to do something pleasant and nice.]
I think you're the one making my scheme more difficult!
[He just ha-rumps and pulls the brush away for a slight moment so he can gather his hair in his own hands. When he's done, the hair is quite long. More akin to the length his more monstrous forms.]
[He runs his fingers through it, when there's not a single hint of tangle, just playing with it for the moment, before starting to separate it with long fingers, gently beginning to braid.]
[But if Emet thinks Hyth can keep his hands off? He can't.
He's trying not to be on the way but he'll slide his fingers along Emet's chest and sides as they're exposed, stroking the surface of his aether with light touches.]
[He is absolutely going to slap his hands away if he tries. Only letting him, unless he is persistent, until after he's dressed up in the frilly dress to which he straddles his lap again.]
[He grumbles but does sit back on his hands when denied, letting himself enjoy the sight of Hades with a big grin until finally his has him on his lap where he can settle his hands at his waist and grin even wider.]
[He digs his fingers in his hair and kisses him roughly letting the skirt ride up as he pushes into him. He also shoves his aether down his throat. You know, as a treat.]
[This evening there are rose petals scattered on your bed, and leading out the window. They glow faintly with Hythlodaeus's magic, a trail leading down and out into the forest, you could follow it with your eyes closed.]
[He absolutely wears one of those long white nightshirts to bed. Unflattering in all aspects.
Also, Mochi would probably have a heart attack if he saw the petals and they weren't for him. But it is cute and he uses a little magic to 'reform' them into proper roses that he can put on his nightstand.
He doesn't bother to change before heading out into the woods and following that trail.]
[The unflattering nightshirt is a charm point. Truly. At least to Hythlodaeus.
The clearing they lead to is lit by dozens of little floating jars holding fireflies. It's not a great light source but they probably have good night vision. And it's pretty. Somewhere in the shadows a violin and cello sit, enchanted and ready. All simple magic even a mortal could do.
Hythlodaeus stands in the clearing and proffers a bow when Emet arrives, holding one hand out.]
Can I not simply want to lure you out with petals and music for a dance now and then? It is truly no deeper than that. Much as I appreciate the faith that there's more on my mind than you.
[He smiles and brushes Emet's hair back.]
I have plenty of worries Hades, but right now, how can I not just--wish to be in the moment, every moment you are with me?
[He grins, certainly leading the dance, but he will at times steal a kiss in return. The cheek, Emet's lips, or his forehead.]
I hope you do forgive me the cruelty then, I cannot have you here before me and help myself from romancing you.
[He keeps the steps simple, because really the main point is just to have Emet in his arms and enjoying his company, getting to hold him, look at him closely, act for a moment like a romantic little night is normal.]
It's a terrible failing of mine, but I blame you entirely for being irresistible.
I would be more upset if you did not try to romance me.
[He keeps up the little touches as well. A reassurance that he is actually here. And he'll even take a moment to undo his braid so that his hair can fall down his neck and back.]
Besides, I can already hear the Hades you know griping about taking care of you properly. Of course, I would while he is unable. Undoubtedly, the same would go for the Hythlodeaus from my star.
Ha! I can imagine you being adorably mournful without my attention, but I don't think I could ever ignore you long enough to see it. Luckily for you.
[Small kisses, the brush of his thumb over Emet's wrist and hip, at the small of his back, against his skin or aether or both. Reassurance to both of them. He even tilts his head to help, shaking it to loosen his hair and let it fall around his shoulders when the braid is undone.]
If I did not bother you incessantly I cannot imagine what my counterpart of your star would say. Nothing nice, I'm certain. But if you imagine the Hades of my star would scold, you should definitely listen! Who would know best, after all?
It's very fortunate neither of us plans to disappoint them!
Do you think I would play hard to get even now? Anything you desire, I would give it to you. Even my own team though they would be distraught to hear it.
[He leans their foreheads together and mingles their aether just on the edge. A constant reminder.]
No. We will not.
But I find it hard to believe you will simply be content with dances and kisses.
[He takes parts of him and gives parts of himself so that it is really hard to tell who is leading and who is following in the dance. And truth be told, he doesn't care. This exactly how he prefers it.]
You have been denied for far too long. Of course I would.
[With a snap of his fingers he changes the color of the lights to a hazy mist of the colors of their souls. It acts as a barrier, simply a visual one, between them and the outside world.
A little space to call their own even it is only for a short while.]
If only I could ask that you could stay with me for all time.
[He knows he's just diverting the responsibility to him, and it would upset him. But not that much. So he asks just as much with the tilt of his head as with the questioning pull of his aether what has got him so upset.]
[Well he does like being a princess! At least, draping his arms around Emet's shoulders.]
Of course I like being in charge, but don't pretend you don't want me in charge to begin with. You used to complain but you'd probably feel abandoned if left to your own devices.
But you know if you tell me you'll trust my judgment I can't just be selfish. It's hardly fair.
But you know even still there's some requests I won't make. Some complaints I won't voice. And some desires I don't need to say. Should I break both our hearts by making you refuse? I think not.
[He leans his cheek on Emet's shoulder, fingers stroking through his soul. Not yet taking a piece, just, appreciating the feel of him. Petting.]
So impatient.
[Surprisingly, even to Hythlodaeus, there's hesitation. No lack of desire to claim Emet's soul, but when it comes to taking a piece, he can't quite seem to muster up the ability.]
[How is he to react except by blushing a little, pink dusting his cheeks. Has he ever been able to watch Emet show off a little without thinking it the most beautiful thing? Especially with a man so stingy with his aether, it's impossible not to find the display especially flattering and sweet.
He has to kiss this man's nose cheekily or he might burst with emotions.]
How easily you upstage my preparations with an even more beautiful display.
[He curls his fingers around his core, his soul, digging in. And with a careful but sharp tug --- he wants it to sting as he believes Hythlodeaus will like that better --- he pulls out a part of his soul, glimmering and gleaming.]
[He hisses through his teeth, but the way his fingers curl into Hades don't seem to be objecting the sting.
Honestly if there's a soul that can be eager to be a fragment in Hades's fingers it has to be Hythlodaeus's. Certainly the tiny piece Hades holds is more than delighted to glow and glitter in his hand, absolutely clinging to him instead of yearning to return to Hythlodaeus.
If Hythlodaeus had any shame he might be embarrassed about that but he doesn't so.]
[He kisses the top of his head as he wraps the pieces of Hythlodaeus' soul in a crystal. Lavender. Just like the color of his eyes. That and it goes well with his own dark purple crystal.]
And that is a lie is is not. You don't like everything.
[He wraps his fingers around Emet's core and leans his head on his shoulder, eyes half closing as his thumb strokes his innermost soul like he might stroke Emet's inner wrist. Gentle and rhythmic.]
I saw it, you know. Your soul shattering. Even I would hesitate after that.
[He curls his fingers around a piece of Emet's core, ever so gentle.]
Reminders aren't enough.
[He doesn't yank or rip or anything, but with precision he's carving out that piece, letting it sting in turn as he tugs his hand from Emet's soul to cradle that piece of soul.
His breathing may be a little fast but--okay it wasn't so bad. Emet's still whole, his aether surrounding them so thoroughly one could not mistake him for anything but.]
[He takes a deep breath and cradles that spark of soul to his chest, meeting Emet's eyes.
Normally he'd have something to say. He's rarely ever at a loss for words. But if he says anything, or tries, he'll just cry, he's sure of that.
Some things are better expressed other ways anyway.
He slides the hand not cradling a piece of Emet's soul into small hairs at the back of his neck and pulls him in, kissing his lips gently, but firmly. Keeping him close for a long time, just lingering where he can feel his breath.]
[Arms wrap around him. And then a second set. He closes in the world around them smaller and smaller until just the two of them exist whispering his name against his skin as if he could brand into into him.]
Continuation - Bingo
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At the very least now that he's not so desperately distracted with Hades existing he can pay close attention to all the details and differences. Relearn what he's forgotten, and what's changed. Though who knows if he'll remember which is which.
He settles his fingertips on the small of Hades's back.]
I thought we might walk out of here just like this actually. Since the whole in public part is over.
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[That's the problem. Yes. Not the over familiarity, the heat pooling, and all the other conflicting feelings.]
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[That protest only eggs him on? Makes him push at Emet's back just little, urging him forward. There's definitely no problem with walking bound as he is! That rope will definitely rub places but that is the point.]
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[If he pushes on his back, he's going to just lean his entire body weight on him. A non-verbal 'carry me'. He really should have added a collar to drag him.]
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[He has to laugh. Well, collar next time. This time he'll respond to that little cue, whether Hades really intended him to or not!
He flattens his palm on Hades's back and bends over to sweep his the arm quickly behind his knees, lifting him in a princess carry.
All this movement is not going to spare Hades the jostling of the ropes at all but he does get Hythlodaeus cheerfully carting him outside.]
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What a dear!
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Of course I am. And a gentleman besides.
[He says as he deliberately adjusts Hades again. Not so much he disturbs the head on his shoulders, but it sure does move the rope a lot. ]
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Is 'embarrassing someone' on your card? You might have gotten an entire line at this rate.
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[When he does find a room to stop in he doesn't set Hades down, he just sits and holds Hades in his lap.]
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If you want physical comfort, Hythlodaeus, all you need to do is ask.
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[He grips Hades's chin, pulling his face up to kiss him firmly. Grinning when he releases him but it's maybe a little too intense?]
For comfort, I'll take your soul. But I do want you in every way, and I'll have you in every way I want.
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[Drawling after licking his lips after the kiss. He doesn't mind the too intense gaze. His is probably the same, honestly.]
Do you really think I care about comfort?
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[He could drown in that gaze? Sighing softly as he cups Emet's cheeks, for a moment giving him the softest look, before he smirks a little.]
Shall I take that as an invitation to play a little rough? Though I suppose that was somewhat the point to begin with.
[He doesn't wait for acknowledgement, tugging at the ropes a little more sharply than is strictly comfortable.]
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Do you have the heart to play that rough with me? To make me writhe and and scream and beg to be let free. Is that what you want?
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Rather than respond immediately slides a hand into Emet's chest, his soul, curling his fingers in deep and tugging Emet forward by that grip, his other hand tugging the ropes again.]
Why yes, that sounds delightful. Though I don't want you to beg and scream for freedom, Hades.
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For you then. I don't believe you ever told me what was my fate.
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Do you want to hear of it now?
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[He sighs, curling his fingers in Emet's soul a moment, lifting his other hand to cup his face.]
Do you intend to act out some fantasy for me? You are my fantasy.
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Was I cruel to you? Did this color recoil from you? Demand you leave him be.
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What of you? When did you learn cruelty? How many years did it take you to grow good enough at it not to flinch?
[He takes in a breath and another, fingertips raking through Emet's soul.]
Of course if you want to know I'll tell you, everything.
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I'm not like those half men, Hythlodaeus. Not like those broken shards and malformed fragments you tried to collect all those years.
[To prove his point he wraps his aether around his fingertips tugging him in further. Reminding him that he is whole and his aether is as bottomless as ever.]
Let the shards go. He would never want you to torture yourself so.
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Oh? Perhaps I'm the only one who learned cruelty then.
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He will come back to you. Zodiark willing.
But I can tell you are torturing yourself.
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Am I? It's hard for me to tell. But I do like the sound of hearing you beg.
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[He releases his hold on his soul, dampening his own abilities.]
I can even promise to be good.
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Whether they have the power to do lasting damage or not, do you think I can bear seeing you harmed so? Your faith in my strength is flattering.
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[He sighs leaning into his shoulder.]
You are simply setting yourself up for heart ache.
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But it is hardly like I'm trying to be hurt, quite the opposite.
[He slides his fingers in Emet's hair, kissing his temple.]
I'm just telling you what is impossible for me to bear. Would you like me to pretend otherwise?
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I lost him. Shall I be fine losing you as well, when I've only just found you? I think not. Even if I wished to be, it's not possible.
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I imagine that sentimentality finds you no small amount of trouble.
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Without a doubt.
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Day 11 - Truth or Drink Overflow
Then my apologies I was not clear. I do not expect us to win as our priorities seem not to be in that direction. Even I am not playing to win as well.
Does that answer both your previous and current question?
Day 33 - Overflow - Dottore
[He simply holds out his hand.]
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I imagine you aren't too torn up if we skip the kissing all together.
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I'm incredibly torn up. [ he doesn't really sound too torn up. ]
Re: Day 33 - Overflow - Dottore
What do you think of the man who came with you?
Re: Day 33 - Overflow - Dottore
And then you ask me about another man.
What makes you think I want to tell you anything now? If I had feelings they'd be hurt.
Re: Day 33 - Overflow - Dottore
Or am I incorrect in my assessment?
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I am curious about him. I'm curious about you. I'm curious about all those on this team whom I'm forced to spend time with. How else am I to scheme and plot if I don't listen, observe, and ask questions.
Though I am impressed. Most people can talk about themselves for quite a lot longer. You did button up quite quickly.
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I'm not surprised. A lot of people do seem to half self-inflated egos. I'm sure with the right push of buttons you could get people to spill more than their guts. [ an even more boisterous laugh. ]
[ he stoops down to pick a weird looking flower. ]
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[He actually stretches his arms up at the question, popping his back.]
And here I was going to take a break from all this. The personas. The plays. I was promised a hundred year nap at least. But here I am back on the stage. And one that gets me no closer to my goals. Infuriating honestly.
Alright. Alright. I wonder if this trick will work on you, or you'll simply get huffy like the rest. Think of a place in your mind. One you would rather be than here a this moment. Hold it there.
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I wonder why they get huffy. [ he thinks of an empty white void with the biggest smile on his face. ]
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You speak as if he didn't have a will of his own before.
[He snaps his fingers and for a moment, the most briefest moment they will be there in that empty void.
Emet, of course, rolls his eyes. But whatever 'feeling' he would expect from such a place that is what his senses tell him. Convincing him its real.
And maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. If Emet existed with his full powers it would be real, but whose to say in this strange place they've found themselves.
But it will only last a single moment before it is gone and they are back in the forest.]
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[ dottore makes no further comments about scaramouche. ]
[ he feels nothing. he didn't choose a place that means anything to him. he's still holding his cards close to his chest, but instead just chose a place that would make it obvious if emet's powers held any water... and they do, even if it's brief because of what this place does to everybody. ]
How very interesting. [ muses thoughtfully. ] It's a shame about what they do to us, don't you think?
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Satisfied, then, that I am offering this olive branch to you.
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I do think it would benefit us to get along. I'll take better care of your branch than I did that poor flower.
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But I'm glad we can come to an understanding of cooperation.
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As I am.
I imagine I will see you at home.
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Though perhaps if it was more lively I might find myself there more.
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Day 33 - Overflow - Scaramouche
[He is teleported to the middle of the forest. Isolated. Secluded. He bends his head towards him.]
You didn't desire a populated area, did you? I suppose even if you did, it does not matter. I find the activity of the populous exhausting in general.
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Oh? Is there a reason why I might have wanted a more populated area? Are you telling me you’re very dangerous?
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[Though at the last question, his expression sours and he shrugs his shoulders with a sigh.]
I would gain little. Though the one you arrived with seems to enjoy seeing what makes people tick. And not just mentally.
Re: Day 33 - Overflow - Scaramouche
Did I hit a nerve? How surprising! I wasn’t even trying hard. You really are interesting.
I’m only joking. Maybe you’re the one who’s in danger? Though I’m nothing like our dear Doctor.
But to answer your question, I can handle people when it’s required of me.
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[He was going to say more but he cocks his head.]
You know him?
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Ah. Did I miss the carving marks? Or is he simply that skilled.
[But then he looks him directly in the eyes.]
Is that going to be a problem? The fact that he is here.
Re: Day 33 - Overflow - Scaramouche
He’s useful.
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I can handle Dottore, he’s nothing new. As far as I’m concerned everyone else in this hellhole is more of a problem.
Re: Day 33 - Overflow - Scaramouche
Though not incorrect. You at least seem to care some manner for your soul. Keep that ribbon safe.
[He follow a few paces beside him to the side.]
But do you disagree this quiet yet eerie forest is better than the bustle of civilization. Or what passes as one. 'Tis why I don't frequent it often.
Re: Day 33 - Overflow - Scaramouche
Nature will always be better than humans, whether it’s quiet or raging.
If people don’t come here often, then it’s perfect.
Re: Day 33 - Overflow - Scaramouche
You seemed unsurprised by my teleportation of us here. Would I be correct in assuming magic stems from your star? And perhaps yourself as well.
Re: Day 33 - Overflow - Scaramouche
But thanks for your advice. I’ve seen people disappear before my eyes with similar magic before and yes, I am capable of wielding it myself.
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[He does perk up at that.]
Oh, can you? Show me.
Re: Day 33 - Overflow - Scaramouche
all I know of you so far is that you’re a sensitive soul. I should prod you more.
[ but he does as requested, and summons a ball of pure electro energy right above his hand, holding it out for him ]
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[He takes it in his hand. The protective shield over his form is very apparent. Ever cautious. He studies it for a while.]
A pure element. Not rare, but not common either.
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As for myself … I’ll let you figure it out. But I thought we’d established I have no reason to harm you.
[ he will let his ball’s power grow in intensity, though the size is the same, it shines brighter and emet will be able to feel its growing power ]
In my world, those who have magic abilities can usually manipulate one element among six. This is electro.
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[He gives him a sidelong look for a moment. A challenge that he couldn't harm him if he tried. But after the brief glance he looks back up at the magic before him.]
Not so dissimilar then. The number of elements, that is. Would you consider yourself a mage of considerable talent?
[He offers it back to him.]
Re: Day 33 - Overflow - Scaramouche
You held it in your hand. What do you think?
I’ve given you so much information with so little in return, I fon’t feel like giving a straight answer.
Why not provide me with a demonstration of your own?
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Ah. Do you truly care about my opinion? I will admit it is rather novel. Like you, I am not used to people listening. Not really anyway. Not unless they want something.
And you and I listen because we want the same thing. One might think it power or information or advantage over the other, but it is really more simple than that. We desire stability. And understanding of where we stand. And so we listen to puzzle out what is meant between lines. Words unsaid.
As for a demonstration... well, I've only done this once. My power is not what it was. Not here. But I will need some help.
What place do you desire to be in this very moment? Think of it. Hold onto it in your mind's eye.
Re: Day 33 - Overflow - Scaramouche
We’re not testing my imagination. Use your own.
Re: Day 33 - Overflow - Scaramouche
Goodness. Are you also going to tell me nostalgia is a waste of time and effort?
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[He snaps his fingers and for the briefest, absolute briefest of moments they are knee deep in snow in front of a gigantic metal building. A city, perhaps a capital in the middle of a frozen and blizzard laden region. But this city is thriving with citizen milling about, a train running, life and technology. All the hustle and bustle in his ears. The crisp wind in his nose. The sharp tang of winter on his tongue.
But only for the briefest of moments. True Creation cannot exist here after all. Only the echo of its passing.]
Re: Day 33 - Overflow - Scaramouche
… how unfortunate that this place is shackling you so. I wonder if you can make just about anything appear … creating it, and not just faking its existence.
Re: Day 33 - Overflow - Scaramouche
Satisfied, then? With today's lesson.
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But such predictability isn't always entertaining, is it? I do wish you a good day. And a good journey back.
[And he teleports out leaving Scaramouche there. Like the asshole he is.]
Day 33 - Overflow - Kira
My dear, I would not be here with you if I didn't have any interest. I'm simply not one to spend my time on frivolous affairs.
Oh, but if you need the compliment. I am rather fond of you. Meek as you are.
Day 37
Bootyyyshaker9000: I am Donatello Hamato from Robin's Egg. I have been informed you share a bond with one of my teammates.
Bootyyyshaker9000: I wished to reach out to you as my brother has recently joined your team.
Bootyyyshaker9000: Mostly to let you know if there are any issues, feel free to inform me or ask for help.
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Emet-Selch: I assume you aren't related to the doll or the doctor.
Emet-Selch: Which leaves you as the result of the sheep accident.
Emet-Selch: Oh, if you are offering help. Then I simply ask that you watch over my dear, dear friend.
Emet-Selch: He has a tendency to get into trouble.
Emet-Selch: Thus any amount of babysitting fostered his way is more than welcome.
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Bootyyyshaker9000: I will always look after my teammates, including any necessary babysitting.
Bootyyyshaker9000: I was offering in regards to my brother. He can be
Bootyyyshaker9000: Difficult.
Bootyyyshaker9000: An extremely valuable teammate.
Bootyyyshaker9000: But also difficult.
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Bootyyyshaker9000: He was usually in charge of our medical issues. In result, he's the world's worst patient.
Bootyyyshaker9000: I usually took care of him so I'm used to his misbehavior.
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Emet-Selch: You are in luck. We have a doctor, Eve has healing magic, and I can manage a simple conjury or two in a pinch.
Emet-Selch: A little unruliness will hardly be a bother.
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Emet-Selch: That will not be a problem.
Emet-Selch: Anything else I should watch out for besides his ability to get injured?
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Bootyyyshaker9000: Ever.
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Emet-Selch: Your choice of name should have been a dead giveaway.
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Emet-Selch: Consider our door open to you at any time since your brother is on our team.
Emet-Selch: Well, if I am there.
Emet-Selch: Snail has a habit of playing 'not it' when it comes to opening the front door.
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Bootyyyshaker9000: He will inevitably break into my room and I will have to pay him back.
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Emet-Selch: It seems all is in accord.
Emet-Selch: We shall watch over him as best as we can. I can already imagine the energy he will bring to the team.
Emet-Selch: Though our win rate is not very impressive.
Emet-Selch: Then again neither is yours.
Emet-Selch: Something we can both approve upon.
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Bootyyyshaker9000: We're brothers, its what we do.
Bootyyyshaker9000: I have been working on it.
Bootyyyshaker9000: Leo will likely help yours.
Bootyyyshaker9000: At least for some of the games.
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Emet-Selch: The boy on our team would like a more livable situation.
Emet-Selch: So I suppose we can begin to put in the effort.
Emet-Selch: Do not fret, we have no reason not to take care of him.
Emet-Selch: And even if his personality can be jagged along the edges, well, the same can go for the rest of us.
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Bootyyyshaker9000: Jagged?
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Emet-Selch: Oh? Were you not the one who warned us he could be 'difficult'?
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Bootyyyshaker9000: I meant your jagged edges.
Bootyyyshaker9000: I could fix the bed situation. If you have someone willing to help collect the raw supplies, Leo is a dice roll, I can make it. I can make most anything.
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Emet-Selch: I've been told that I give off 'shady vibes' as it were. Untrustworthy.
Emet-Selch: Perhaps that is the start of my own sharper edges.
Emet-Selch: An engineer. I can help with the raw supplies. Though truthfully, I haven't been paying attention to these ruins. There is little I want for.
Emet-Selch: Would any of the trees in the forest work?
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Bootyyyshaker9000: The trees will work. There is a bedding ruin, but I assume you're aware with the spread within snail.
Bootyyyshaker9000: I do have a price for the labor, however. An oddly poetic one, actually.
Bootyyyshaker9000: Leo can suffer insomnia at times and he will lie to my face if I don't physically monitor him. I do not know how often sleepovers will happen at this time.
Bootyyyshaker9000: You don't need to get on his case, but I would appreciate being informed if there is a lot of last to bed, first to rise going on.
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Emet-Selch: I do not spend much of my time in Snail, but I will keep an eye on it.
Emet-Selch: Are we allowed to force him to sleep or would that just compound the problem?
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Bootyyyshaker9000: The bedding ruin does require people hold hands.
Bootyyyshaker9000: So I suppose I am.
Bootyyyshaker9000: Not today. I'm only leaving Leo because I made a promise to someone and then I'm going right back to him for the rest of the day. Today is a sleepover day.
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Emet-Selch: I will see to the trees while you are enjoying time with your brother.
Emet-Selch: Do enjoy it. There is nothing as special as spending time with your loved ones after all.
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Bootyyyshaker9000: I am aware. I plan to.
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Emet-Selch: Then I will not take any more of your time.
Emet-Selch: I'll be in touch in a few days.
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Bootyyyshaker9000: I'll see you in a few days.
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Kyrie: Oh - I suppose you might not recognise my name, it's the woman from Salamander.
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☀️: He thinks I'm quite a knave.
☀️: I jest. He has quite the sense of humor.
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☀️: In my defense, it was reversable which is why I was visiting and met him.
☀️: Oh, how curious.
☀️: What traits do you imagine he would be referring to think such a comment?
☀️: But come on over. There is cake.
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[She will in fact come over then, though. Might as well just talk in person! So she's knocking shortly with a container of curry in hand.]
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Does everyone just immediately cook after a difficult game?
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Despite our loss, they won it in some prize wheel. They were quite pleased. Apparently sweets are more than a few objectives for some so it serves even a more beneficial purpose.
Ah, so did you lose as well?
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[He shrugs.]
Then you and I are in the same situation. Teams that lost but were not present.
[He motions to actual furniture, thank you ruins!]
Please have a seat. Are you simply getting some air for yourself?
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[She shrugs as she sits.]
But yes, I guess so. Just looking for a distraction. Sorry that's falling on you.
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A distraction. Well, why don't you start first with giving me some of your objectives?
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My objectives...aren't anything like "eating sweets", they're a bit complicated.
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[He does stand then.]
Complicated or no, indulge me.
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[She'll follow!]
They're... To not be overly attached to my husband, I think, "deal with emotions in a healthy way", and one that I'm not quite certain of the meaning, but something like doing whatever I want to do just for myself.
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[He pauses.]
Oh. The last one shouldn't be too hard, correct? Instead of going to ruin for us, I do believe I said I would help you go to a ruin for yourself.
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How are you doing with your son? Was he upset that I turned his teammate into a demon?
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[She nods, heading in that direction.]
...Battler-kun is my stepson. He's been a bit upset with me, so he doesn't really tell me things like that lately. But I imagine you would know if he was terribly upset about it.
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He found out some things about me, they're not very good. But I can't do anything about it now, or properly apologise.
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[He taps his chin.]
Would you change these things about yourself? The ones that he found out about.
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You did say you wanted to hang out with 'adults' so I can imagine the naivety is getting to you?
There is another mother on our team. Dark purple hair. Actually the mother or 'creator' of the short one on our team.
I'm sure she would be one you can commiserate with.
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I wonder if that would go the way you think... But I didn't realise there were any other mothers here, so I suppose I had better at least say hello. You stood out to me because you said something about being used to playing roles, and I think that memory you shared illustrated it a bit. To be honest, I thought with that in mind, I might be able to manage to speak to you as myself, without a role, you know?
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And I've always found a listening ear does help organize one's thoughts.
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Judgmental without meddling suits me fine.
But I don't mean that I intended to unload on you - I'm too used to playing roles myself, even when I'm trying to be honest, I realise that I'm doing it again, I've just picked a different one. But around someone else who does that sort of thing, there shouldn't be a point, so maybe I'll stop.
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Are you playing the role of 'respected adult'? I have to admit I have to pretend I care more than I actually do towards my team.
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And so what is it? What is the real you without a role?
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But I don't know that there even is anything real underneath. Do you?
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[He pauses for a moment.]
I've spent no small amount of energy preserving my original personality. To be honest, I'm not sure why.
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...Interesting. You don't find you need it often enough to justify bothering?
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[Not accusatory, but curious.]
I have no use of it currently. Perhaps one day again I will.
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Goodness. That is a lot to unpack between you two. He's yet young as well. Will you protect him then? To prove things are different? Or do you still hate him?
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I do want to protect him, yes. But he doesn't like it - it's all very dramatic, you see.
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Under whose orders....
Like it or not, perhaps honest would serve you best. This sounds all rather overcomplicated.
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[She sighs, shrugging.]
I am trying to be honest, yes. Which is why I'm looking to find a way to stop affecting any roles, you see. Anyway, you can ignore the details, I'm just trying to talk to someone like a real person, not get you involved in family drama.
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I suppose I should ask why you feel like you need a role at all. Your son is alive. This other not-son seems as he needs time to digest your actions of the past and reconcile with the actions you have now. Are you still trying to play doting mother? Do you even want to?
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Essentially, I've always had a part to play, it's not that I want to, I just don't know any other way to be. I know the way I'm meant to act with my children, and I can simulate everything about being a good mother, but I'm still struggling with feeling it the same way. I want to just love them without it having anything to do with their usefulness to me. My daughter adores me, even knowing the things I've done, and I hate catching myself thinking about how I'm going to exploit that. Battler thinks that I can only care about myself, so when I notice these things, I worry that he might be right.
Even then... Maybe I only care about this because they're my children, and because their father is catching on too. Maybe I'm only trying to save myself from losing him. It's almost impossible to tell where my own lies begin. That's why I'm hoping that having no reason to try to use or lie to you might help.
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Thoughts themselves are not grounds for berating. If they were, we would able terrible and horrible creatures. Perhaps you see your children as tools to be adored by your husband. Perhaps you see your husband as a tool to your won happiness. Can they not be both? Can you not love them and see their potential, their usefulness?
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Though I can understand the frustration with active manipulation. You have spent a long time trying to move the pieces on the board, hence you view everyone that way. Perhaps the way to stop is start by acknowledging these thoughts even if you act on them or not. You won't always be successful at changing your nature, but step by step you might see change over time.
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I was starting to notice already, my husband was terrified of me, even though everything I do is for him. Now I keep seeing how bad it's been, that I don't have any life of my own and the way I try to hide that is alienating them.
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How ironic. Doing everything for another but also accused of being selfish. If they truly love you, they will not leave you. Not on a whim.
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But I do wish you luck. And I do hope this has helped even a little.
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Sorry, but thank you, too. I'll have to do better than just bringing you leftover food.
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But considering the nature of this place, I won't say no to extra meals. Simply visiting will do as well. This place has seen fit to discourage me from wandering around on my own, and the company of those who have seen more years is a welcome change.
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Oh? Were you a mark-smith before or is this a new hobby?
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Hmm, yes and no? The family I was born to is the type to hand a little girl a gun and tell her to kill someone, you know? So I've always been good at it. While my husband likes going shooting for fun, so I go with him, but it's really his hobby. With the monsters around though, there's quite a bit more excitement. I don't really see the point in something without effort or stakes, but now there are some.
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Ah, so you are a bit of a thrill seeker. I do believe that is part of your core personality. Or do you think it is the persona you wear?
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A thrill-seeker, hm...? My main uses are to work out difficult problems and violence, so it's difficult to tell whether I really enjoy aspects of things like that or am just playing to my strengths. ...But I suppose I can't force adrenaline, so then it must be real.
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She did. That doesn't mean it wasn't cruel or unnatural. And hard to imagine that simply removing limbs would have served me better.
Let me ask you this. What is your ideal life?
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But I won't judge you about it. Much.
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[He taps his chin.]
Habits are hard to break. The advice I gave you is advice I should take as well.
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I don't fit in with them. My team. 'Tis obvious. Perhaps it is age. Perhaps it is because I care little for their crisis of morality and finding worth.
But antagonizing them wins me no favors.
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Ah. That would be frustrating. There's no point in worrying about morality, either you're going to do something or not, and if you do, then you had better be prepared to own it too. My team is doing the opposite right now, they don't think they've done anything wrong, even though it sounds like they're just as guilty as the one they're fighting with. But it's just the same, I'm keeping my mouth shut.
You seem like someone who can get away with being just a bit rude, though. That they might chalk it up to a charm point.
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Oh, I've asked. They expect it of me, the sass. But charming? Not so much.
The dangerous ones listen, you know. Really listen. And in turn, those are the most interesting.
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Then I hope you at least have one or two on your team that fit that criteria.
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Emet-Selch: And I will ask how you fared, my dear, in person. It seems rather impersonal over text.
Emet-Selch: Yet. Congratulations on the win nonetheless.
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[Timelines are for chumps, so I'll just go post on salamander!]
Day 82
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Emet-Selch: I still stand by that statement.
Emet-Selch; I will meet you here.
[He sends a location that is in the bath area but not in a heavy foot traffic location.]
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For the record, my domain expansion is literally called "Unlimited Void"--"Immeasurable Void"--"Hugeass Void". Take a pick.
[HE BELONGS. IN VOID.]
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[He sits down and coaxes Gojo to sit with him.]
If you do ever die in this place and go on a rampage, I do plan on putting you into prison much like you mentioned. But that is not for tonight. Tonight is rest.
I ask that you relax, and try not to reject my attempts too much, hmm?
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[taking a seat with him with a vaguely disgruntled grunt more from the Can't Believe He's Doing This than the really being opposed.]
As for domain expansions... something like that. It's basically the highest form of a jujutsu sorcerer's cursed techniques. Something something sorcerer's who have a strong grasp of themselves and their cursed energy create them as separate spaces inside a barrier, et cetera, yadda yadda.
I got a taboo against using it, so don't mess with that.
And my blindfold should stay on to help mitigate some of the info-dumping unless there's a real danger and you need the quick-time processing. Dunno if you'll pick up my techniques from reflex or not, but as a "just in case"... my techniques look easy but they'd probably even cause you a bit of a headache starting out.
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Now.
[A purple and black miasma seeps out of his form, and the body he's currently inhabiting slumps against the wall lifeless. While Gojo might not be able to perceive how skilled of a mage he is, he will be able to tell that he's basically an oceanic vat of arcane energy. How incredibly useful it is not having to worry about energy for spells.
And there is that thin thread of connection something else. Something more vast, more powerful, more ... well, what would a link to 'the will of entire star' look to Gojo's eyes.
He won't get to ponder it long as the purple and black swirls that are the the manifestation of his soul surrounds his vision, and tries to enter past mortal flesh.
Is he rejected?]
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there's a slight give, an easing of tension.
he allows for it.]
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[With great care, Emet disconnects pieces of Gojo one at a time. Not only does he want to ensure it is done correctly, but he also wants to make the experience less jarring. A panicked or frightened mind does not lend itself to resting after all.
The first to go is the ability to assess a situation quickly: threat level, speed, mass, whatever his eyes see. The world around him becomes sluggish and mundane. He'll feel incredibly mundane --- not unsimilar to when this forest and jungle takes his abilities.
Next is the sense of sound. The rushing of water from the baths, the ambient noises of the forest, the little pitter patter of dripping water and critters scurrying. One by one they fade away into silence.
The sense of touch disappears after. The ground under him. The wind in his hair. The aches and pains, if any exist, from the last game. All of it gone as if he is floating outside of reality.
And finally, the most important piece, his sight. Images become blurry. Color begins to bleed from the edges of his vision until all that is remains is dull grayscale. The grayscale then darkens further and further until nothing but pitch, black darkness surrounds him.]
[Words that are felt more than heard.]
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quicker, less confusing and random--less bloody, for certain.
Gojo doesn't know jack about souls, but there's the thought that maybe his is just curling up with the relief of input and data, already just abandoning the efforts to keep track.]
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[He'll be left in inky blackness with a platform at his feet and shimmering blue backdrop.
Oh, and a friend with a familiar voice.]
Congratulations. You didn't cause too much of a fuss.
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... that it?
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[He clicks his tongue.]
But correct! Just one thing left for comfort. Rejoice as you are the first I ever offered this to when it comes to possession.
Think of it. What shape would you like this place to be?
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but then, figures there might be the whole disappointed lecture or something, so...
that one beach on Okinawa, hours before disaster. obviously. though he doesn't really seem soothed, more just nostalgic and calm.]
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Geto picked the exact same place.
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... yeah. Thanks.
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but yes, time to chill on a beach. or something.]
Day 95
It won't be any surprise who, unless your eyesight's especially bad today.]
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We do have a front door.
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He actually has to laugh.]
That's what you want to say?
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Better.
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[He kisses him back, just as deeply and uses his weight ensure he is tucked beneath him.]
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[It really wasn't, but he's smirking very smugly down at Emet anyway.]
Or should I pretend it is, so you'll lavish me in your heartfelt feelings?
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We won the last game. I could take you anywhere.
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And where would you want?
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Even I can't keep this up more than a night. And only when my taboos are lessened. But come, give me your memory. Help me remember.
[And he is going to shape their place. Was it a house? An apartment? But he starts to fill it with little touches here and there. Small relics and bits of memory.]
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His fingertips trace Emet's throat, his clavicle, eyes half closing.]
I filled a crystal with it once.
[His eyes do close, and where his fingertips mingle with Emet's soul he shares them, the little details he preserved before time eroded the rest. The way the light fell through the curtains on the wall just over there, the potted plants, the little curios left around the place, gifts from friends or from one adventurous friend.
Even more intimate things, the layout of the bedroom, how Hythlodaeus never made the bed, the crystals scattered on a desk, concepts to review, a hairbrush on the bedside table, not everything, not every detail, but as many as he can recall, as he's worn into his own memory by revisiting over and over.]
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[He shifts his form when he's here, with him. And he changes the space with each thought, each gesture, each remember thing.]
There. Now isn't that cozy.
[He says and takes a hand to kiss his fingertips.]
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Of course. Maybe I did it because I though "what would Hades do now?" I don't remember. But I did a lot of things, thinking about that.
[He pulls his hand from Emet's face to catch Emet's hand in turn, bring it to his own lips.]
It's cozy. Does it fill your heart a little, the memories?
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[He wraps his free arm around him, holding him close.]
Whatever path, whatever decision you made, have more faith in yourself, my dearest friend. You would not find yourself astray.
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And then he quite mercilessly attacks Hades's sides with tickles.]
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Stop that!
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But you reward me with such a cute face!
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You just can't take a compliment or a reassurance. What will happen if you do? You will finally have to accept the competence you have.
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Our burdens are heavy and our hearts carry more sorrow than is bearable. And here you sit, a vision of the past in a memory of a time before tragedy.
[He leaves his fingers there, gazing down at Emet with both love and sorrow, and the madness of eons, but also a gentle little quirk of his lips.]
I will listen if you wish, I will cry and wail out my heart and soul, for they've no purpose if their purpose isn't to be yours. I'll act out the sorrow of millennia and carve my very being into your flesh and your soul, I'll show you passion and vulnerability and love and despair and everything. I'll take comfort in your words and offer you my own, I'll be selfish and greedy and demanding and protective and sly.
But to surround us in a time before such pain, I think perhaps you should remember other things as well. How to look grumpy when your heart is tender, to laugh or smile or complain about my antics while really hoping I'll never listen to a word.
Whatever the eons have done to both of us, this place is where your heart lies, and I am who it lies with. It's the same for me. My heart could be nowhere but here.
[His fingers drop to Emet's chest over his heart.]
Ever, and always.
Anyway~
Scold me if you like, but I think a man who's so stingy with his aether should be indulged in the setting he's chosen.
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Hythlodeaus. Look at me and only me for a moment.
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Okay.
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[He runs his thumbs under his eyes.]
And for this moment, let us forget past and present, future and duties. Do not dwell in what we were and what we are. Shed it all for this interaction.
Though I will admit I did make this place a little nostalgic.
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[But, hearing it, it aches in a good way. Being able to say it aches.
Still he has to laugh, leaning down to kiss Emet's lips very soft.]
A little? Here.
[He rolls off the man and sits up, patting his lap.]
Sit in front of me.
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[He tilts his head at the request, but instead of sitting in his lap, he will straddle it wrapping his arms across his neck.]
If you think I'm looking away from you, you are terribly mistaken.
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You're making my plans difficult.
[But not impossible and he's not complaining.]
I suppose asking you to look away would be unreasonable.
[He wraps his arms around Hades, palm trailing up his spine and fingertips kneading the back of his neck, urging him to rest his head on Hyth's shoulder.]
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[He doesn't need much coaxing his rest his head on his shoulder. As long as he can see the color of his soul, the rest is icing on the cake. And he does shudder a little under the touch. A tad sensitive just for this man.
But he isn't idle either, he runs his own hand on his upper back ensuring to pet his aether as he does.]
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The other begins to brush his hair gently, no reason other than to do something pleasant and nice.]
I think you're the one making my scheme more difficult!
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There. I'm helping.
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[He kisses his temple and runs the brush though Emet's hair, following it with his fingers, stroking Emet's hair as he brushes, soothing, hypnotic.]
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Are you going to braid it?
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[He runs his fingers through it, when there's not a single hint of tangle, just playing with it for the moment, before starting to separate it with long fingers, gently beginning to braid.]
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He brushes his fingers over his skull, his neck, his back, as he works, each touch lingering against his aether.]
I brought you a present.
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[He does shift pleasantly at the touch.]
Very well, but it is my turn after. So do be prepared.
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Well, it is more a present for myself, and it can wait. Unless you're very eager to see.
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[He finishes tying to braid, and kisses Emet's temple, then pulls a couple bags from his inventory.
Emet will discover some cute goth lolita dresses in each bag, plus a set of frilly underwear.]
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You know clothes are a rare commodity here.
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[He looks very pleased about it too?]
Wear this one.
[He taps the one with the red ribbon and no sleeves.]
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It's silly to think I'd look away just for that, when I could be looking at you.
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It's called anticipation, Hythlodaeus.
[And then he does a striptease for him.]
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[But if Emet thinks Hyth can keep his hands off? He can't.
He's trying not to be on the way but he'll slide his fingers along Emet's chest and sides as they're exposed, stroking the surface of his aether with light touches.]
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You look good.
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[He digs his fingers in his hair and kisses him roughly letting the skirt ride up as he pushes into him. He also shoves his aether down his throat. You know, as a treat.]
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You're what I wanted to see. But this is nice too.
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Also, Mochi would probably have a heart attack if he saw the petals and they weren't for him. But it is cute and he uses a little magic to 'reform' them into proper roses that he can put on his nightstand.
He doesn't bother to change before heading out into the woods and following that trail.]
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The clearing they lead to is lit by dozens of little floating jars holding fireflies. It's not a great light source but they probably have good night vision. And it's pretty. Somewhere in the shadows a violin and cello sit, enchanted and ready. All simple magic even a mortal could do.
Hythlodaeus stands in the clearing and proffers a bow when Emet arrives, holding one hand out.]
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And to what do I owe the pleasure?
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No occasion, or perhaps just because I am overwhelmed with your loveliness.
[It's a slow dance, just so he can keep Emet close and enjoy his proximity.]
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[He leans in to kiss his cheek.]
The atmosphere is stunning as to be expected by your brilliance. But more than that, here you are in front of me brighter than any other soul.
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[He smiles for the kiss, just, genuinely happy, and spins them around once before returning the gentle dancing.]
And such flattery, but how can I not feel the same? Whatever setting I make will never compare to you to begin with.
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[He steps in so he can put his arms around his shoulders.]
You still worry, do you not? About what you've become. About fitting in here. Back at home. How you will always be an outsider looking in.
I want to assure you that is not the case.
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[He smiles and brushes Emet's hair back.]
I have plenty of worries Hades, but right now, how can I not just--wish to be in the moment, every moment you are with me?
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And ruin the moment?
Let's make this a delightful memory to look back to.
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[He takes his wrist though, pulling him close by the waist.]
It is already a delightful memory. But I shall dance with you all night if you desire.
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[He kisses him again. On the nose this time, then the check before the corner of his mouth.]
The lead is yours as ever it always was. Even if you did not command it in public.
[And he does follow his lead in the dance, matching him step for step even at their close proximity.]
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I hope you do forgive me the cruelty then, I cannot have you here before me and help myself from romancing you.
[He keeps the steps simple, because really the main point is just to have Emet in his arms and enjoying his company, getting to hold him, look at him closely, act for a moment like a romantic little night is normal.]
It's a terrible failing of mine, but I blame you entirely for being irresistible.
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[He keeps up the little touches as well. A reassurance that he is actually here. And he'll even take a moment to undo his braid so that his hair can fall down his neck and back.]
Besides, I can already hear the Hades you know griping about taking care of you properly. Of course, I would while he is unable. Undoubtedly, the same would go for the Hythlodeaus from my star.
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[Small kisses, the brush of his thumb over Emet's wrist and hip, at the small of his back, against his skin or aether or both. Reassurance to both of them. He even tilts his head to help, shaking it to loosen his hair and let it fall around his shoulders when the braid is undone.]
If I did not bother you incessantly I cannot imagine what my counterpart of your star would say. Nothing nice, I'm certain. But if you imagine the Hades of my star would scold, you should definitely listen! Who would know best, after all?
It's very fortunate neither of us plans to disappoint them!
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[He leans their foreheads together and mingles their aether just on the edge. A constant reminder.]
No. We will not.
But I find it hard to believe you will simply be content with dances and kisses.
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I am never content with aught less than all of you. You know me well.
Still, I really had planned to be gently romantic, but I feel you are egging me on.
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[He takes parts of him and gives parts of himself so that it is really hard to tell who is leading and who is following in the dance. And truth be told, he doesn't care. This exactly how he prefers it.]
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All or nothing as always? You've already invited me to indulge.
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[With a snap of his fingers he changes the color of the lights to a hazy mist of the colors of their souls. It acts as a barrier, simply a visual one, between them and the outside world.
A little space to call their own even it is only for a short while.]
If only I could ask that you could stay with me for all time.
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I am unsure I could say no if you asked me to.
[He wraps his arms around Emet and kisses him, deeply, palm cradling the back of his neck.]
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And never would I dream of it. You have your duty, and I will not keep you from that. But until then, I am ever at your disposal.
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I know you will make the correct decision.
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How dare you.
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Oh don't act confused.
[He huffs, and pulls Emet in to kiss him, still sulking. Though, well, kissing soothes him anyway.]
How can I be bad when you leave it to me?
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Oh? We aren't going to speak of my complete and whole trust in you? How your wisdom is always sought out?
Time has changed us, but somethings will always remain the same.
That besides, don't you like being in charge even if it is openly so?
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Of course I like being in charge, but don't pretend you don't want me in charge to begin with. You used to complain but you'd probably feel abandoned if left to your own devices.
But you know if you tell me you'll trust my judgment I can't just be selfish. It's hardly fair.
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And if I ask you to be selfish?
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What do you think? How could I ever want to let go of you?
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And you can hold that with you even long after you've departed this place and found yourself at journey's end. A reminder that I will always love you.
But you made a promise, and even though he was not able to keep it, you'll find each other when you return to the lifestream.
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But you know even still there's some requests I won't make. Some complaints I won't voice. And some desires I don't need to say. Should I break both our hearts by making you refuse? I think not.
But I'll let you indulge me in anything else.
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Take a piece of it. Seems unsightly that only those who claim themselves gods here get to take their share.
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I will. And you will take a piece of mine. After all, I can't leave you without some mark of me, to warm you.
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Of course. But I was going to give you the honors first. Go on.
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So impatient.
[Surprisingly, even to Hythlodaeus, there's hesitation. No lack of desire to claim Emet's soul, but when it comes to taking a piece, he can't quite seem to muster up the ability.]
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Would you rather have it given?
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[He takes a breath and continues petting Emet's soul carefully. The desire to take it is certainly there, and puzzlement at his own hesitation.]
I suppose even the smallest piece missing is something I don't wish to see.
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[He sits in midair and wraps his arms around him.]
I could give you a trinket of my magic instead though I suppose you already have my memories.
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For now, why not take a piece of mine? I will ponder over how best to keep a piece of you.
[Without traumatizing myself.]
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Do I need to remind you again how vast and endless my abilities are. A small piece is but a fraction.
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He has to kiss this man's nose cheekily or he might burst with emotions.]
How easily you upstage my preparations with an even more beautiful display.
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[He puts a hand on his chest quietly asking for invitation as he kisses him on the cheek in return.]
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Have I ever indicated you don't have permission for anything at all?
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[He curls his fingers around his core, his soul, digging in. And with a careful but sharp tug --- he wants it to sting as he believes Hythlodeaus will like that better --- he pulls out a part of his soul, glimmering and gleaming.]
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Honestly if there's a soul that can be eager to be a fragment in Hades's fingers it has to be Hythlodaeus's. Certainly the tiny piece Hades holds is more than delighted to glow and glitter in his hand, absolutely clinging to him instead of yearning to return to Hythlodaeus.
If Hythlodaeus had any shame he might be embarrassed about that but he doesn't so.]
I like when you do anything though.
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[He kisses the top of his head as he wraps the pieces of Hythlodaeus' soul in a crystal. Lavender. Just like the color of his eyes. That and it goes well with his own dark purple crystal.]
And that is a lie is is not. You don't like everything.
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Hm, then nearly everything? Anything you'd ask permission for.
[He slips his fingers into Emet's soul, caressing it, fingertips trailing against his core.]
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Impatient?
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I'm aware of my limits. Had you white auracite in your hands perhaps my words would change, but you do not.
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[He wraps his fingers around Emet's core and leans his head on his shoulder, eyes half closing as his thumb strokes his innermost soul like he might stroke Emet's inner wrist. Gentle and rhythmic.]
I saw it, you know. Your soul shattering. Even I would hesitate after that.
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And that did happen. No soft words or kind phrases can change that.
But in this instance, I am not him. But do not worry. I will not push you further. I will provide it to you when the moment is right.
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Really, I'm not one to hesitate usually am I?
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[His fingers dig in, still gentle, for the moment.]
How silly would it be to have that to regret as well?
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I did give you my memories. You will not be without reminders.
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[He curls his fingers around a piece of Emet's core, ever so gentle.]
Reminders aren't enough.
[He doesn't yank or rip or anything, but with precision he's carving out that piece, letting it sting in turn as he tugs his hand from Emet's soul to cradle that piece of soul.
His breathing may be a little fast but--okay it wasn't so bad. Emet's still whole, his aether surrounding them so thoroughly one could not mistake him for anything but.]
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There we are. And with no worse for wear.
[It does hurt. To have a piece of his soul removed. But he hardly flinches.]
Isn't that so, Hythlodaeus?
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Normally he'd have something to say. He's rarely ever at a loss for words. But if he says anything, or tries, he'll just cry, he's sure of that.
Some things are better expressed other ways anyway.
He slides the hand not cradling a piece of Emet's soul into small hairs at the back of his neck and pulls him in, kissing his lips gently, but firmly. Keeping him close for a long time, just lingering where he can feel his breath.]
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My sweet Hades.
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