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[commedia]

look i will find or make a shitpost i will

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[raws]

Trust me, I know. I've had to live with him for hundreds of years.

[ Hmmm. ]

Perhaps you should charm him with actions. Bring him gifts, kiss his hand.

[commedia]

Ohhhh? You? Now you didn't tell me that I was stealing your husband, nnnn.

[He seems very amused by this, though.]

I don't even know what gifts he even likes. An antidote? Haha.

[raws]

Husband? He's more like... My father. [ ;) ] If you could devise an antidote I'm sure he would be completely charmed.

[ Here's a cursed suggestion: ]

Perhaps you could bottle your spend for him to take in lieu of sex?

[commedia]

Your father? My, my. Scandalous.

[and. belial. no]

Haha! I could see him now! He'd just toss it right on the ground in front of me!

[raws]

You don't need to tell him the exact details.

[ This would be SO funny. ]

[commedia]

Mmmm, perhaps, but I think at this point he wouldn't trust anything that comes from my hands.

[raws]

[ He sighs. ]

True. He's a prickly cat. How tragic he won't live to see his next birthday.

[commedia]

It is sad, right? And he could have such a nice time with this humble priest, but he continues to be stubborn. How unfortunate.

You couldn't soften him up for me, could you?

[raws]

My heart goes out to you. [ Not that he has one. ] But I suppose I can speak to daddy on your behalf.

Just promise me you'll treat him right.

[commedia]

You really are so kind to me.

[Splaying a clawed hand against his chest in mock gratitude.]

Of course I will. I'll give him the same treatment I gave you. I'm generous that way.

[raws]

[ He was very generous. ;) ]

Well then I trust you completely. Just leave it with me.

[commedia]

Thank you.

[And just reaching over to gently rest a hand on Belial's knee.]

Now, now. You haven't told me about your adventures.

[raws]

[ His touch is so warm and comforting... ]

Mine? Well. [ He taps his chin. ] It wasn't very much exciting, but I did get close with the dead man. I wonder if it was the departure from our lovely vacation that killed him.

[commedia]

[Dead man?]

Departure? Ooh! Tell me more, tell me more!

[raws]

Mugen. [ Small, fluffy hair, gay as hell. ] He tenderly held my hand as we were told about the nature of this place...

But I had to let him go. I guess he couldn't survive it.

[ Actually Mugen was fine? He just disappeared? ]

[commedia]

How sweet. But the nature of this place? So this is indeed something far beyond usual?

[A tilt of the head. No jingling this time, because he removed his bells.]

Survive what?

[raws]

Mm, evidently it's not a place where creatures like ourselves are meant to survive.

[ He strokes his chin. ]

It was fairly difficult to parse. But from what I understood it's friendship that will be our saviour.

[commedia]

Really? Mmm, but I'm surviving so well.

[he says, like he didn't just almost die in that cyoa]

"It's" friendship? Whose friendship? Or are you saying friendship in general?

[raws]

You know, so much of it went over my head. [ He sighs. He is but a simple bimbo. ] But we need to harvest the energy of Yule if we want any chance to triumph over the humbugs.

[commedia]

...

[the what for the what]

What are these...humbugs? What's Yule? Isn't Yule another name for Christmas?

[raws]

They're evil, jealous creatures that turned this land to ice.

[ He waves a hand. ]

That is, according to Professor Klauseron. The only way to combat them is Yule Energy. Maybe all this themed material has been protecting us all this time.

[commedia]

Perhaps...how odd. So we're all part of some grand ritual...

[He doesn't know if he likes that.]

So why did you say that beings like us weren't made for the place?

[raws]

Those are the words of our esteemed professor. He was a ghost of sorts.

We're in a space of converging dimensions, and our poor sacks of flesh won't survive.

[commedia]

[much to think about]

Mmmmm. Mmmmm! How bothersome. So this space, this voice between voids, is doomed from the start? And I guess this Yule Energy will help us survive?

[raws]

So it would seem.

[ Should he be more concerned their doom is imminent? Well, he's lived thousands of years already, who cares. ]

Those were his parting words: be merry.