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[ninedrive]

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[ninedrive]

[ Yeah, that was. Something! Like being in the area of influence of another Beast with no protection, and having to deal with those corrosive, eroding effects. Fun. She's either looking through the kitchenette area (and being unimpressed by the lack of supplies) or, having found nothing, has instead relegated herself to lounging haphazardly across a pile of pillows.

So Lovecraft mumbles that, and either way, Koyanskaya just quips back: ]

Hahaha. Maybe you can use your wish on that, yes?

[ohrlyeh]

[He's groaning at that, aiming a miserable sideglance over at her lounging...actually...those pillows look nice...]

Wishes can have...consequences. I don't believe it is that easy.

[dokudoku]

[ 'Something' is an apt description. Even for a guy used to the general sensation of being burnt alive every so often, he can't say that experience is one ever really wants to put himself through again. That being said...

Well, it's not like compliance via threat of death is anything new, but the methods are considerably worse than he remembers. ]

And I thought my family was dysfunctional. [ He gets it, Lovecraft. From where Yugamu's idly leaning on the counter, that ring stuck on his finger earns a glance of distaste. ] I'd rather not encourage that kind of wanton, passionless murder, though. I'm gonna have to agree with the sentiment it'll come back to bite us.

[ohrlyeh]

Yes, I don't...understand how one thing leads to another.

[Though...he's frowning at his own ring.]

It feels like one of my contracts...

[dokudoku]

Considering what we're dealing with, chances are that guy's mind works in ways that're probably impossible for us to understand. Mostly, anyway. [ Well, that's his general opinion. ] Not that I know too much about Gods and religion, but I can't find it in me to respect anyone who hates something as perfectly natural as a good desire.

[ Pointed nails drum on the countertop. ]

You think so? Contracts are rigid in my line of work...but I don't remember agreeing to this one, personally. I hate to admit that gets under my skin a little, and not in the fun way.

[ohrlyeh]

I don't know how...Father can be a god. Feels off. Maybe.

[Not that he knows anything about gods.]

Mm. You...too? I feel like I have little choice in mine...

[dokudoku]

Maybe you'd know how that feels better than I would. Everything about this feels off to me, so I couldn't pinpoint which or where.

[ Something twitches and pulls at the corner of his mind, lips pursing tight. God, huh.... ]

I don't really like making them, usually. I'm not too fond of the work I do, so they're usually distasteful. Me and the family business don't really mesh well....at least on the moral code side of things, y'know?

[ohrlyeh]

I don't think I am an expert, no...

[But, you know. Everything feels off. Maybe that's just his anxiety, though.]

The family business? Which is...what?

[dokudoku]

[ Maybe not, but considering most of Yugamu's God Knowledge is from shoddy old books back in the satellite and from the invaders, it's still probably better than him. ]

Assassination, actually. [ You know, said as casually as if he was into computer science or something. ] Contracts are pretty much the whole business.

[ninedrive]

[ Piped up: ]

Contracts are something I am quite familiar with too, and I can certainly say I don't recall either agreeing to or making one here.

[dokudoku]

I hate to say it, but I guess we're just unfortunate.

[ All of them, bamboozled... ]

Part of me is curious what makes the cut for the selection.

[ninedrive]

Right. Because "having desires" narrows it down so much, doesn't it? I can't say I care too much for the God that the Church likes to yap about all the time, but aren't they also the kind of god who thinks all 'sins' are equal in their eyes, depending on who you ask?

So sneaking an extra piece of delicious cake is just as bad as murder, apparently.

[dokudoku]

Can't say I'm too familiar with church as a whole; religion's not really a big thing back in the complex. [ Besides the uh...obvious, anyway. ] And I'm guessing the one God I have heard about before here probably isn't the same one putting us on stage...but that does sound like a pretty loose criteria.

Not that I'm not guilty of quite a few sins myself...but this seems like a pretty ineffective way to judge people for them. [ He leans back, absentmindedly ticking off his fingers as he speaks. ] Is murdering another for your wish not a sin, or do they consider killing another sinner a way to cleanse yourself of the act itself? And so on.

[ninedrive]

[ There's still unused pillows Lovecraft, knock yourself out. Koyanskaya just huffs a little breath and rolls over on her own claimed pillowpile. ]

Of course it isn't.

It'd be a waste, anyway. After all, we're supposedly being promised our freedom at the end of this anyway.

[ Can you hear the audible air quotes there, can you. ]

Just as long as we manage to find whoever holds our secrets, that is.

[ Several specific words are doing a lot of work in those sentences, but you know. ]

[ohrlyeh]

[She's using them, though! He's sort of inching closer, though...]

Our secrets...yes. I still don't understand that, really. Someone knows something about us we...don't remember? Maybe?

[ninedrive]

[ There are a few pillows at the foot of the pile that don't seem quite so claimed... Will he try for them... ]

Apparently. Quite rude, really. A lady's secrets shouldn't be spread around so willy-nilly.

Don't tell me you haven't noticed anything off yourself? Something that doesn't fit? Or are you going to tell me you're one of those age old ancient types who can't remember what you had for breakfast the other day, much less what happened a few years [ or more ] ago?

[ohrlyeh]

[He's sort of warily prodding a pillow with a foot. Sort of like a wild animal that is ABSOLUTELY not sure whether it wants to take this bait.]

Off....off..........

[He tilts his head, completely ignoring the last part. Ancient? Say it isn't so!]

Yes. I feel.....empty.

[ninedrive]

[ The pillow is prodded. Koyanskaya does not appear to be doing anything about it. ]

Empty?

Here I thought it was supposed to just be one secret. How much did they end up taking from you?

[ Maybe there just wasn't much there to begin with? ]

[ohrlyeh]

I...don't know?

[Now he's trying to take his foot to try to slide the pillow closer to him.]

I think it was something I should know, though....

[ninedrive]

I mean, probably! It was a secret of yours, after all.

Such a shame you've forgotten it all, though. Secret or not, I, for one, am still me. ♡

[hjadningavig]

Preferably sooner than later.

[ Last to arrive is this humorless man, but otherwise he will be mostly quiet, and in the back. In the nearby shadows or something. Who knows. ]

[ninedrive]

Sure, sure. But you don't think everyone's going to just start spilling secrets all over the public forum, do you?

[ Because ok Batman. ]

[hjadningavig]

[ Insert commentary about the dark knight here and whathaveyou- ]

While some people are capable of indiscretion, I don't anticipate we'll be seeing that from most, no.

Still, there is no sense in not having some semblance of hope for resolution to be made in this regard, even if we ourselves will need to put in the work for it, no?

[ninedrive]

And will you, daring Tragic Knight, be leading the way? Setting a good example for all of us trailing in your footsteps, banding together under your banner? ♡

[ As far as putting in the work goes, anyway. ]

Honestly, I'm just wondering about those épreuves our dear Dramaturge mentioned.

[hjadningavig]

I'm afraid I'm no longer the type of knight to bring others underneath my banner. People will need to work out such efforts on their own - even if I may lead by 'example'.

[ Dainsleif is too kuudere distant for this...he just says such words so bluntly.

And there's the random French. ]

...Épreuves?