[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.]
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.]
[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.]
[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.]]
[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."]
["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.]
[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.
My beloved Lord, once upon a time, in a previous summoning. One who pulled the reins. Now that that connection is broken, I am not one who can speak on them.
...Is that why you came here? [Rather than seeking a Master, vaguely and generally. That's a very personal question, though, and he won't blame Douman if they don't want to answer.]
[such a thing happen, he wants to say, but he doesn't get to finish his sentence before Douman gets a memory of Childe's in return. (slaps this down too and coughs)
[Ughhhh, this is one of the few things he didn't particularly want getting out.
Oh well.
He sighs, waving a hand. He mostly just looks annoyed, honestly.]
They were never in any real danger, if you must know. Liyue's Archon is not the sort of man who'd sit by and watch his city crumble. The whole thing was his plan in the first place.
[He smiles, though it doesn't reach his eyes. (Not that there's ever any light in them anyway.) Is it in response to the first question, or the second? Yes.]
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[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...?]
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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?
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[But they notice that Childe isn't trying to catch up and look at them, which makes them relax, slightly.]
Have you seen those...illusions? Those memories?
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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.]
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[There's a questioning look on their face, but they don't turn to look at Childe.]
Well...I suppose I don't see why not.
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[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.]]
cw: decapitation
[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.]
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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.]
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[Childe? CHILDE YOUR DECAPITATION MEMORIES???]
[And they seem to just huff - that's actually not half a bad memory, for them.]
Sometimes, it must be done! Ah, the looks of shock and horror...I really treasured it.
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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?
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[There's a long pause at that.]
My beloved Lord, once upon a time, in a previous summoning. One who pulled the reins. Now that that connection is broken, I am not one who can speak on them.
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He hums softly.]
...Is that why you came here? [Rather than seeking a Master, vaguely and generally. That's a very personal question, though, and he won't blame Douman if they don't want to answer.]
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What, to reconnect myself with the Alien God? Don't make me laugh.
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Haha, my mistake. [They just seemed rather, ah, passionate about the whole thing, is all. Hm.]
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[They say, matter-of-fact, like it should be obvious.]
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And how often does--
[such a thing happen, he wants to say, but he doesn't get to finish his sentence before Douman gets a memory of Childe's in return. (slaps this down too and coughs)
Hm. Awkward!]
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[Well, now.]
[Douman's smile curves up their face, opening into a toothy grin.]
Ah, I didn't realize you had such a soft heart, Childe. Thinking about the lesser people even as you move ahead to destroy them? Mmm, what hypocrisy.
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Oh well.
He sighs, waving a hand. He mostly just looks annoyed, honestly.]
They were never in any real danger, if you must know. Liyue's Archon is not the sort of man who'd sit by and watch his city crumble. The whole thing was his plan in the first place.
[GODS. Exhausting.]
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[He mentioned something, didn't he? A Gnosis...whatever that was.]
Did you know that it was his plan?
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The gods of our nations.