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[Well, it's not wrong, that's for sure. And much like earlier, he seems relatively unmoved by the discussion either way--while there's no particular bloodlust in his eyes, there's no repulsion either. Indeed, he lifts a shoulder in a small shrug, and that's about it.]
No matter how the rabbit might feel, one can hardly blame the wolf for eating. [It's somewhat vague, but that's probably agreement? Probably.
(I think about how Douman is still holding his hand and I get tired)]
And your new Master? What's her opinion on such things?
No matter how the rabbit might feel, one can hardly blame the wolf for eating. [It's somewhat vague, but that's probably agreement? Probably.
(I think about how Douman is still holding his hand and I get tired)]
And your new Master? What's her opinion on such things?
The wolf hungers, though. And sometimes, all one can do is follow that hunger.
[There's a flicker of something in Douman's dark eyes. A hint of red, perhaps?]
Mmm, my new Master is every bit the queen she is. A lady who knows what she wants, and gets what she wants, regardless of the means.
[There's a flicker of something in Douman's dark eyes. A hint of red, perhaps?]
Mmm, my new Master is every bit the queen she is. A lady who knows what she wants, and gets what she wants, regardless of the means.
Thank you.
[He'll use that hand to dig his phone out of his pocket--his usage of it is still a little stilted, but he seems to have figured it out well enough. Douman can look at the screen if he wants, he's just pulling up Medb's profile.]
She did seem very confident, which I suppose aligns with what's written here. There's no mention of royalty, but I would believe it.
[He'll use that hand to dig his phone out of his pocket--his usage of it is still a little stilted, but he seems to have figured it out well enough. Douman can look at the screen if he wants, he's just pulling up Medb's profile.]
She did seem very confident, which I suppose aligns with what's written here. There's no mention of royalty, but I would believe it.
[The smile on their face grows wide.]
You are a Harbinger who works for the Tsaritsa. You are willing to carry out her will, as you said, whatever that entails. Now, you must be getting something out of it. Power? Yes, perhaps. That's always a worthy temptation. But you hold yourself a certain way. Your eyes don't always reflect what you are saying. Ah, is there something more?
[And Douman leans in, their fangs visible.]
Ah, Tartaglia. Do you enjoy it, doing such horrid things?
You are a Harbinger who works for the Tsaritsa. You are willing to carry out her will, as you said, whatever that entails. Now, you must be getting something out of it. Power? Yes, perhaps. That's always a worthy temptation. But you hold yourself a certain way. Your eyes don't always reflect what you are saying. Ah, is there something more?
[And Douman leans in, their fangs visible.]
Ah, Tartaglia. Do you enjoy it, doing such horrid things?
[If he's offended by the observations or claims, he doesn't show it; he rests his hand on his hip, but once again he doesn't move away, lifting his shoulder in a shrug.]
I don't recall ever specifying any deeds of mine, whether you'd call them an accomplishment or an atrocity. [Since, as they've established, the same action can by viewed in very different ways by different people.] Though I'm getting the feeling you enjoyed your work.
[Creative differences, was it...]
I don't recall ever specifying any deeds of mine, whether you'd call them an accomplishment or an atrocity. [Since, as they've established, the same action can by viewed in very different ways by different people.] Though I'm getting the feeling you enjoyed your work.
[Creative differences, was it...]
Hm... I suppose I'm reluctant to cast judgment either way, is all. [He glances away, then, with a light scoff.] Of course, it's hypocritical, since I know others I'd gladly call terrible in a heartbeat.
[wow childe tell us how you really feel about your coworkers
anyway]
You wonder?
[wow childe tell us how you really feel about your coworkers
anyway]
You wonder?
Ahaha. Well, your feelings are your feelings. Despite how they might reflect on you, they're still there.
[And that earns Childe a pause - Douman glances away.]
You know...I am but a shadow of Human Order. My memory of who I was...is there, yes, of course. But not all there. I believe these lapses are related to what I am, and how I was summoned.
[And that earns Childe a pause - Douman glances away.]
You know...I am but a shadow of Human Order. My memory of who I was...is there, yes, of course. But not all there. I believe these lapses are related to what I am, and how I was summoned.
[That gets them a more relaxed smile, and a small laugh.] That's true.
[And he's unbothered by harsh judgment anyway, so. Waves a hand. He's more interested in Douman's words.]
Summoned... by your, ah, Master? [He absolutely does not believe Medb is Douman's actual master, but he isn't going to say that.] From where, exactly?
[And he's unbothered by harsh judgment anyway, so. Waves a hand. He's more interested in Douman's words.]
Summoned... by your, ah, Master? [He absolutely does not believe Medb is Douman's actual master, but he isn't going to say that.] From where, exactly?
[the gay history gjinka closet]
Not at all. Nobody can force themselves into being a Servant. And even the Throne's choices are arbitrary. I have heard of some famous figures in history that for one reason or another, can't be summoned as Servants. Its all rather vague.
Not at all. Nobody can force themselves into being a Servant. And even the Throne's choices are arbitrary. I have heard of some famous figures in history that for one reason or another, can't be summoned as Servants. Its all rather vague.
[Somewhere the Touken Ranbus are sneezing
But ah, how fickle. Well, he can't say he doesn't understand arbitrary decision-makers.]
I see. That sounds like quite the process to go through. And you had to locate your own Master in this place, on top of that. [At least Douman probably??? agreed to be here, like the rest of them did.] I should thank you! Even if it's in your nature, it's very kind of you to offer your support to me as well.
[Friendly... support...]
But ah, how fickle. Well, he can't say he doesn't understand arbitrary decision-makers.]
I see. That sounds like quite the process to go through. And you had to locate your own Master in this place, on top of that. [At least Douman probably??? agreed to be here, like the rest of them did.] I should thank you! Even if it's in your nature, it's very kind of you to offer your support to me as well.
[Friendly... support...]
[the GAY HISTORY SWORDS....THEY'RE OUT THERE]
I would say so! Ah, its not fair to use Servants, really. But to be given a chance to live again, even as a shadow of Human Order...well, its something, at least. I'm grateful for the chance.
[Douman smiles, looking like a pleased cat.]
No need to thank me. I'm happy. Even if we can't be Master and Servant...well, I would be glad if we were friends.
I would say so! Ah, its not fair to use Servants, really. But to be given a chance to live again, even as a shadow of Human Order...well, its something, at least. I'm grateful for the chance.
[Douman smiles, looking like a pleased cat.]
No need to thank me. I'm happy. Even if we can't be Master and Servant...well, I would be glad if we were friends.
[I'm in tears I hate this
Anyway!! When Limbo peeks in, he'll see Childe in here holding... a broken piece of wood, that he's swinging around???
(It's a chair leg.)
He glances over at the sound of his name, and smiles, straightening up out of whatever battle stance he'd been in.]
Ah, hello there! Yes, just a bit. Care to join me?
Anyway!! When Limbo peeks in, he'll see Childe in here holding... a broken piece of wood, that he's swinging around???
(It's a chair leg.)
He glances over at the sound of his name, and smiles, straightening up out of whatever battle stance he'd been in.]
Ah, hello there! Yes, just a bit. Care to join me?
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