[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?
[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.
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.
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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.
From the Throne of Heroes. That's where all Heroic Spirits are. A space outside of time, where the figures of legend and mythology stay until they are given form as a Servant.
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.
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.
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.
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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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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...]
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[And that grin recedes into a light, pleasant smile once more.]
Did I? I wonder about that, you know....
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You wonder?
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[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.
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[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?
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[Tapping at their chin.]
Think of it as...storage! Yes.
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These legendary people you speak of--such as yourself, I'm guessing... do you become Servants by choice?
[Or did god stuff y'all in a closet]
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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.
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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...]
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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.
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In that case, how about we help each other? I'm afraid I've grown unused to relying solely on myself these days.
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[They stick out a hand.]
Then partners, I suppose?
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But Childe is a fool and thus will easily shake Douman's hand!]
I look forward to a fruitful partnership, then.