Onmyoujis are practioners of onmyoudo, an art that allows them to use magic and divination to have mastery over the five elements. We can do fortune-telling, create shikigami - familiars- to do our bidding, but also several onmyouji go out and help the people of villages and the like to eliminate evil, destroy monsters, and the like.
[Douman closes their eyes briefly.]
...I helped many. I also harmed many. I created curses, grudges, and resentments to help people get just revenge. Mmmm. So offering my services such as this...I did this even when I was alive. Its only second nature.
[As Douman talks, there's nothing but thoughtfulness on Childe's face, and he takes in this information with a slight nod. He seems relatively unmoved by the details--but then, he also hadn't said much when Douman described his willingness to commit atrocities, so that's probably not surprising.]
Mastery over the five elements, huh...]
Did you serve a master when you were alive, as well?
...No. You see, the best of the best onmyouji were selected by the Heian government, and had their own Bureau. I was part of that Bureau...for a while.
[Their grip tightens slightly on Childe's hand, ever so slightly.]
And then Childe tosses his head back with a genuine laugh.]
Ahaha, I see, I see. [His eyes never really have much light, but there's a sparkle of mischief in them. Awful.] You know, I believe Her Majesty the Tsaritsa would be quite fond of you.
[Douman: gives off horrendously unsettling vibes Childe: lmao just like home]
Thank you. [All four of his VAs are preening in the background but Childe seems more interested in answering the question.] The Tsaritsa is our Archon--a goddess of sorts. She holds dominion over the element of ice. I act as one of her Harbingers.
Was I? [He doesn't lean back, though he does look a little surprised.] On the contrary, I thought you made it quite clear.
[Since Douman was the one to offer that up freely and all. Rather--] It's more that I was curious what you considered "atrocities". In my travels, I've found that everyone has a different view of such things.
[Well, the reaction was telling. Rather than someone who stopped such talk outright, Childe inquired more, which said more than words could.]
Mmm. Atrocities, atrocities...yes, they can come in many shapes and forms. Curses. Slaughter. Pushing forth hatred and violence and misery among the population. Ah, I really could go on and on. Though one person's atrocity is another person's regular day, hm?
[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?
[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.
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?
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[Douman closes their eyes briefly.]
...I helped many. I also harmed many. I created curses, grudges, and resentments to help people get just revenge. Mmmm. So offering my services such as this...I did this even when I was alive. Its only second nature.
[Is it?]
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Mastery over the five elements, huh...]
Did you serve a master when you were alive, as well?
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[Their grip tightens slightly on Childe's hand, ever so slightly.]
Mmm. I left, though.
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And why is that?
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Mmm. Let's chalk it up to..."creative differences".
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And then Childe tosses his head back with a genuine laugh.]
Ahaha, I see, I see. [His eyes never really have much light, but there's a sparkle of mischief in them. Awful.] You know, I believe Her Majesty the Tsaritsa would be quite fond of you.
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...You have a nice laugh. [Just. Saying that.] And the...Tsaritsa? And who might she be?
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Childe: lmao just like home]
Thank you. [All four of his VAs are preening in the background but Childe seems more interested in answering the question.] The Tsaritsa is our Archon--a goddess of sorts. She holds dominion over the element of ice. I act as one of her Harbingers.
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[Wow he totally doesn't know anything about working for gods! Anyways.]
I see. How interesting! And a Harbinger? Of what, chaos?
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[Mostly.]
Of the Tsaritsa's will, whatever that may entail. [It's not a no.]
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[Douman leans in, a smirk playing across their lips.]
No wonder you were interested in whether or not I could commit atrocities, hm?
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[Since Douman was the one to offer that up freely and all. Rather--] It's more that I was curious what you considered "atrocities". In my travels, I've found that everyone has a different view of such things.
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Mmm. Atrocities, atrocities...yes, they can come in many shapes and forms. Curses. Slaughter. Pushing forth hatred and violence and misery among the population. Ah, I really could go on and on. Though one person's atrocity is another person's regular day, hm?
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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?
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[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.
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It's a good thing we're men over beasts then, isn't it?
[He says that, but he smiles, like he's perfectly aware that "men" are just another form of beast.]
Is her name something you can share?
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[And then a laugh, like its supposed to be a little joke, but...is it really.]
Medb. Are you going to talk with her?
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Instead--]
Ah, yes. We've already spoken.
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May I? [Have it back, he means. If, y'know, Douman is done with it.]
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[There's a noticeable pause...but then Douman lets go of it.]
[One hand reacquired!]
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[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.
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Mmm. These profiles don't list out everything we are. I've found that just through simple talks with others. Including you, I might add.
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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?
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