[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.]
But whoever Limbo saw, it probably wasn't Sheila! Because she, too, is walking away fastly from everyone and everything. So in the end, they may just end up just barely slamming into each other while running away from memshare. It's fine? It's fine.]
[And almost as soon as they collide with one another, it happens:]
[Sorrow, despair, wraith, pain, sorrow.
In the utopia of Olympus ruled by the gods, these things should have rang out in the world. But there was laughter from a man.
A man, naked, rises from their bed of viscera, head to toe, covered in blood.
It's been a long time since they controlled their main body. At this point, that holds a moment of silence for the fallen gods of that fallen utopia. A world wherein they were given everything, including immortality. And the gods were betrayed by pathetic mortals. They can't help but to laugh at it.
That is the highest praise they can give it - mocking laughter, in the midst of flesh and blood.
Now, with the end of the gods, the end of the Crypters, the end of the Alter Egos, and even the end of themselves, they seeks to target Chaldea next. Chaldea, an organization meant on preserving the timeline of Human Order.
The beautiful carnivore - Ashiya Douman -- shall await them in their abode.
They lick their chops, like a beast after a satisfying meal, the taste of iron sharp on their tongue.
Yes, they shall await them...in the mandala of the world of hell.]
[And in the real world Douman backs off, blinking, looking altogether surprised.]
[Douman blinks. And then looks back at Sheila. No, no, That can't be true. They're one thing, yes, they're an inhuman human, born to eat gods, and tear through enemies like they're nothing but piles of flesh and blood, but...]
[Sheila, did you not just see Douman in a whole bed of guts and gore KEEP UP]
I am sure that you had to do what had to be done, in that case. [A bow of the head.] I, too, have found myself in such situations...so I won't judge, hardly, not at all.
[THEY MAY BE TALKING ABOUT THIS CALMLY but she kind of. Pauses. Furrows her eyebrows. Frowns sympathetically.]
... I'm sorry. I know how it feels to wake up one morning and suddenly, you have to deal with a completely different food pyramid. It's so hard to deal with this by yourself.
[Gently reaches over to pat pat a clarm (clown arm).]
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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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But whoever Limbo saw, it probably wasn't Sheila! Because she, too, is walking away fastly from everyone and everything. So in the end, they may just end up just barely slamming into each other while running away from memshare. It's fine? It's fine.]
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[And almost as soon as they collide with one another, it happens:]
[Sorrow, despair, wraith, pain, sorrow.
In the utopia of Olympus ruled by the gods, these things should have rang out in the world. But there was laughter from a man.
A man, naked, rises from their bed of viscera, head to toe, covered in blood.
It's been a long time since they controlled their main body. At this point, that holds a moment of silence for the fallen gods of that fallen utopia. A world wherein they were given everything, including immortality. And the gods were betrayed by pathetic mortals. They can't help but to laugh at it.
That is the highest praise they can give it - mocking laughter, in the midst of flesh and blood.
Now, with the end of the gods, the end of the Crypters, the end of the Alter Egos, and even the end of themselves, they seeks to target Chaldea next. Chaldea, an organization meant on preserving the timeline of Human Order.
The beautiful carnivore - Ashiya Douman -- shall await them in their abode.
They lick their chops, like a beast after a satisfying meal, the taste of iron sharp on their tongue.
Yes, they shall await them...in the mandala of the world of hell.]
[And in the real world Douman backs off, blinking, looking altogether surprised.]
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Sheila backs away, blinking rapidly. She remains silent for one, two, three beats, until—]
... Did not expect to experience that in the middle of the indulgence center. What the fuck?
[Taste of iron? On their tongue? Excuse her?]
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[Douman's eyes are very, very dark. They turn away from her.]
Please excuse this humble priest, Sheila.
[Not going to acknowledge it! Definitely not! Haha!]
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Hang on, you don't have go—
[Or, rather, they won't be able to go. Because another memory will hit them like a big yellow school bus. Terrible.]
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[What?]
[Douman blinks. And then looks back at Sheila. No, no, That can't be true. They're one thing, yes, they're an inhuman human, born to eat gods, and tear through enemies like they're nothing but piles of flesh and blood, but...]
[Her?]
...You...ate someone?
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... He attacked me. I couldn't help it?
[STRESS LEVELS 100%]
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[And suddenly, a light laugh, and a pat on her shoulder.]
It's quite alright. You're in like-minded company.
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[Just. Immediately baffled, staring at the hand on her shoulder.]
You, too...?
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I am sure that you had to do what had to be done, in that case. [A bow of the head.] I, too, have found myself in such situations...so I won't judge, hardly, not at all.
[SOMETIMES YOU BOTH JUST EAT PEOPLE]
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O-Okay...? [PROCESSING, PROCESSING...] Wait. I know why I have to eat people, but why you?
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[A little sigh, like "just can't help it".]
It seems that I have been made into a carnivorous beast. Not that I crave it, or it is necessary, but...it is part of my nature, as I am.
[douman please don't talk about this so calmly]
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[THEY MAY BE TALKING ABOUT THIS CALMLY but she kind of. Pauses. Furrows her eyebrows. Frowns sympathetically.]
... I'm sorry. I know how it feels to wake up one morning and suddenly, you have to deal with a completely different food pyramid. It's so hard to deal with this by yourself.
[Gently reaches over to pat pat a clarm (clown arm).]
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[And what a nice gesture? Douman looks over at the patting hand, looking...grateful? Aw, nice to have cannibal support.]
Though...I understand my situation, but yours? How did you come to...be like that?
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Well... [She tilts her head, thinking.] I ate some bad clams, threw up an organ, died, and then I woke up like this.
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...Pardon? [It sounds so simple that Douman isn't sure if she isn't just joking.] You...threw up an organ and died? From eating clams?
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Very bad clams. They were infected with an ancient virus.
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[???????]
A virus transformed you into...what you are now?
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