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[A light shrug. He'll trust the clown's judgment, then! The sheer amount of blasé acceptance here probably says as much about him as their first conversations did...
But he waves a hand.]
Ah, I was only thinking of Kaz's killer. How thoroughly they managed to dispose of him, to be precise.
[Does he care about Grell's murder even though he was suspected of it for like 2 seconds... no, not really... terrible.]
But he waves a hand.]
Ah, I was only thinking of Kaz's killer. How thoroughly they managed to dispose of him, to be precise.
[Does he care about Grell's murder even though he was suspected of it for like 2 seconds... no, not really... terrible.]
[Sometimes he can almost hear its voice...]
Mm, I'd agree. [It's the most curious thing about everything that happened today, so it's caught his interest, even if he didn't know Kaz.] All I can think of is that it must've been a gift from one of our hosts, in some way.
Mm, I'd agree. [It's the most curious thing about everything that happened today, so it's caught his interest, even if he didn't know Kaz.] All I can think of is that it must've been a gift from one of our hosts, in some way.
Mm, maybe. I haven't spoken to several of them, so I can't say whether or not they'd provide that level of assistance. [He knows that nom was one of their valid theories floating around, but that would presumably...? Require extra assistance in some way as well?? He doesn't fucking know okay.]
But then, I'm not terribly familiar with much of the technology here. It's perfectly possible someone was just very creative.
[what the fuck is a blender]
But then, I'm not terribly familiar with much of the technology here. It's perfectly possible someone was just very creative.
[what the fuck is a blender]
[Hey, look, its a clown!]
[Its a clown who, upon seeing someone else around, frowns deeply and instantly walks very fast to try to pass them without making eye contact. Sorry. Not staying! In fact, they definitely seem to be in a hurry.]
[Try to catch this clown if you can...?]
[Its a clown who, upon seeing someone else around, frowns deeply and instantly walks very fast to try to pass them without making eye contact. Sorry. Not staying! In fact, they definitely seem to be in a hurry.]
[Try to catch this clown if you can...?]
[Hi Douman!
Bye Douman!
Well that was fun--no okay I'm kidding.
Childe Gets It, but you know what, here's the thing. He likes Douman? And people will be less likely to bother them if they've got company, presumably, so he's just gonna go ahead and try to walk along with them. He will guard the clown for a bit, it's fine.]
Doing alright, comrade?
Bye Douman!
Well that was fun--no okay I'm kidding.
Childe Gets It, but you know what, here's the thing. He likes Douman? And people will be less likely to bother them if they've got company, presumably, so he's just gonna go ahead and try to walk along with them. He will guard the clown for a bit, it's fine.]
Doing alright, comrade?
[The question makes him huff out something of a laugh, though it's not terribly amused.]
I don't think any of us are fortunate enough to have avoided them.
[So. Yeah. He's still not positive of the exact trigger, here, but he does know (as Douman does, apparently) that eye contact is part of it, so he's got his hands in his pockets as he stares off down the hallway.]
But my space is a bit more open now, if you'd like a bit of a break.
[Childe is sadly lacking in exciting surprise items in his room, so. If Douman wants to hide out for a while, they're welcome to do so.]
I don't think any of us are fortunate enough to have avoided them.
[So. Yeah. He's still not positive of the exact trigger, here, but he does know (as Douman does, apparently) that eye contact is part of it, so he's got his hands in his pockets as he stares off down the hallway.]
But my space is a bit more open now, if you'd like a bit of a break.
[Childe is sadly lacking in exciting surprise items in his room, so. If Douman wants to hide out for a while, they're welcome to do so.]
Yes. Nathan is gone.
[Goodbye, roomie... but that means that nobody will disturb Douman, hence the offer. But dutifully, he'll face the other way, prepared to lead the way to his room.]
I've turned around, so let me know when you're ready. [A bit bold to show his back in a place like this, but. Given everyone's being so dodgy because of Memories, he's not too worried about getting surprise stabbed this week.]]
[Goodbye, roomie... but that means that nobody will disturb Douman, hence the offer. But dutifully, he'll face the other way, prepared to lead the way to his room.]
I've turned around, so let me know when you're ready. [A bit bold to show his back in a place like this, but. Given everyone's being so dodgy because of Memories, he's not too worried about getting surprise stabbed this week.]]
...He is, isn't he? I wonder...hm.
[A thing to think about, surely. But they nod, a little grateful for Childe's offer, as they approach from behind.]
Go ahead.
[But even so, the proximity...their sleeve accidentally brushes against Childe.]
[A memory comes to the surface.]
[A group of people, gods, and other beings are standing in a grand, futuristic hallway.]
[And there stands, at the end of it, a mighty figure, who looks down on everyone else and speaks, with a booming voice.]
["Mythological restoration---
Not only for my Olympus, it must expand to the entire world, and the power of the Lostbelt must increase.
...All of the land which has become as blank. If humans cannot save it, then the gods will. On behalf of all the gods who have left this planet in panhuman history, I will rely on my omnipotence to save this world. This planet which we derive from, and the intelligence of mankind. It is too early to lose it all."]
[A profound, heavy statement. And yet, a laugh comes from below. Ashiya Douman, grinning with sharp teeth, laughs in excitement.]
["The place where the "Alien God" descends must be here. Yes, yes, there's no doubt. Let's all work together to make sure the "Alien God" can descend."]
[One of the other gods, Aphrodite, stares him down with vivid annoyance.]
["...The "Alien God", huh? Always going on about the "Alien God"! Why can we not hear praise of our great lord Zeus? Is it not Zeus who will save this planet? There is no place for the "Alien God" here. Spare us the praise of your foreign god."]
[The other goddess attending speaks up.]
["There, there. When you become upset, your beauty is clouded, Aphrodite... Do not pay any heed to the rantings of that monk. After all, they were the reason India fell, and they could easily turn Olympus into ruin."]
[But at that, Douman laughs again, which sends Aphrodite over the edge - she moves, instantly, to strike him down. The others move to stop her, calming her down by murmuring that they were ordered cooperation and symbiosis for the time being. Another priest moves in to tell Douman to back off. A joke is only funny for so long, after all.]
[Douman grins, eyes wide, mischievous.]
["Oh, my apologies, my deepest apologies. To show my sincerity-!"]
[And suddenly, Douman cuts off their own head, blood spurting everywhere. Several of the rest gasp in horror, but as they watch, Douman merely replaces it, letting it heal, and bows.]
[What a show.]
[Douman lets out a surprised noise, backing off.]
[A thing to think about, surely. But they nod, a little grateful for Childe's offer, as they approach from behind.]
Go ahead.
[But even so, the proximity...their sleeve accidentally brushes against Childe.]
[A memory comes to the surface.]
[A group of people, gods, and other beings are standing in a grand, futuristic hallway.]
[And there stands, at the end of it, a mighty figure, who looks down on everyone else and speaks, with a booming voice.]
["Mythological restoration---
Not only for my Olympus, it must expand to the entire world, and the power of the Lostbelt must increase.
...All of the land which has become as blank. If humans cannot save it, then the gods will. On behalf of all the gods who have left this planet in panhuman history, I will rely on my omnipotence to save this world. This planet which we derive from, and the intelligence of mankind. It is too early to lose it all."]
[A profound, heavy statement. And yet, a laugh comes from below. Ashiya Douman, grinning with sharp teeth, laughs in excitement.]
["The place where the "Alien God" descends must be here. Yes, yes, there's no doubt. Let's all work together to make sure the "Alien God" can descend."]
[One of the other gods, Aphrodite, stares him down with vivid annoyance.]
["...The "Alien God", huh? Always going on about the "Alien God"! Why can we not hear praise of our great lord Zeus? Is it not Zeus who will save this planet? There is no place for the "Alien God" here. Spare us the praise of your foreign god."]
[The other goddess attending speaks up.]
["There, there. When you become upset, your beauty is clouded, Aphrodite... Do not pay any heed to the rantings of that monk. After all, they were the reason India fell, and they could easily turn Olympus into ruin."]
[But at that, Douman laughs again, which sends Aphrodite over the edge - she moves, instantly, to strike him down. The others move to stop her, calming her down by murmuring that they were ordered cooperation and symbiosis for the time being. Another priest moves in to tell Douman to back off. A joke is only funny for so long, after all.]
[Douman grins, eyes wide, mischievous.]
["Oh, my apologies, my deepest apologies. To show my sincerity-!"]
[And suddenly, Douman cuts off their own head, blood spurting everywhere. Several of the rest gasp in horror, but as they watch, Douman merely replaces it, letting it heal, and bows.]
[What a show.]
[Douman lets out a surprised noise, backing off.]
[This isn't even the first decapitation memory Childe's gotten, so that should tell you how THAT'S going.
But, ah--he stops, involuntarily, as the memory flashes before his eyes. And, well... it's not like he didn't already know Douman has Some Thoughts about the gods, but wow.
...]
A bit messy, but effective, I suppose. [Childe.]
But, ah--he stops, involuntarily, as the memory flashes before his eyes. And, well... it's not like he didn't already know Douman has Some Thoughts about the gods, but wow.
...]
A bit messy, but effective, I suppose. [Childe.]
[LOOK... sometimes you're just not really fazed by anything so you get people's decapitation memories. IT'S FINE.
He just snorts, though, shaking his head. OH, YOU SADISTS. He cannot personally relate, but whatever. People don't get his battle lust either, so.
Still, he can't help asking.]
That "alien god" of yours. Will you tell me about them?
He just snorts, though, shaking his head. OH, YOU SADISTS. He cannot personally relate, but whatever. People don't get his battle lust either, so.
Still, he can't help asking.]
That "alien god" of yours. Will you tell me about them?
[STOP THIS I wish Childe was offended but he just laughs.]
Come on, don't begrudge me a fine battle! I deserved it, anyway, after yesterday.
[He got to fight a dragon and he STILL hated yesterday, wow.]
Hm? Oh, no, I will. But we have some time before we're forced into sleep, so I'm waiting a little longer. [He intends to sleep through the healing process, if he can.]
Come on, don't begrudge me a fine battle! I deserved it, anyway, after yesterday.
[He got to fight a dragon and he STILL hated yesterday, wow.]
Hm? Oh, no, I will. But we have some time before we're forced into sleep, so I'm waiting a little longer. [He intends to sleep through the healing process, if he can.]
I'm still capable of tears, apparently.
[His voice is as dry as a desert, jesus.
As for the pods--]
I haven't used them myself. But last time I got locked in here, it sounded like something with small hands was trying to escape from one of them.
[So, no, he's not really looking forward to being stuck in here again.]
[His voice is as dry as a desert, jesus.
As for the pods--]
I haven't used them myself. But last time I got locked in here, it sounded like something with small hands was trying to escape from one of them.
[So, no, he's not really looking forward to being stuck in here again.]
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