[in a moment, the wall by the door is split open by a shadowy void, and gluttony steps out. they are stretching their arms out to situate the sleeves of a black, swallow-tailed jacket as if they had just put it on. and then they fix the front lapels more snuggly around their chest over the white button-up shirt, and black waistcoat.
they place a white-gloved hand over their chest and bow to vira in greeting, both oxford shoes together at the heels. but they still have the hood on? very funny. the ends are tucked into the high collar of their shirt.]
[ Judas is cute, and she's responsible. This is fine. She raises a brow. ]
Do people ask you for powers that don't involve killing another person? [ she can think of a few reasons people would want one, but gluttony is her first choice for a reason. ]
In the end, did he not earn it, doing what a lot of you are not willing to do? In order to get more indulgence to go home with the power to get what he truly wants. That is why you came in the first place, is it not?
[they extend an arm out toward her, offering a hand.]
Let's find out, shall we? If you are willing to make a deal with me.
[ she won't argue with that, even if it causes a terrible surge of emotion in her. because it really should be so easy to kill everyone here, if that's what it took. for katalina, she should've been ready to devour that child, to kill any day of the week, at any instance. to kill anyone, because they aren't katalina.
so why didn't she? has her devotion grown so weak?
[they clasp her hand firmly, but not painfully. wriggling shadows begin to bubble up around gluttony's arm, waft off their shoulders, collect near their feet. something strikes her heavy in the heart: it's fear.
the shadows quickly leap over to start climbing her arm as the surface of the blood pool quivers. the shadows at the edges of the room bend in, grow darker. the fear is suffocating, and it isn't a simple ideal of any one thing, being afraid to die, being scared of the dark, being alone. it's old, ancient, pure fear. it's fear itself.
in the ringing, a name comes to her mind. blubber bulwark, and an idea follows quickly behind. she knows she will be able to reflect any non-fatal wounds back onto any attacker.
very suddenly, she blinks, and the fear and the shadows have vanished. gluttony has even let go of her hand, standing there patiently, and politely in place.]
Now you have two things from me which are not nefarious, hm?
Edited (wait i forgot my dialog wow) 2021-03-23 04:40 (UTC)
[ that's awful. despite how steely she is, vira has a sensitive heart, and she knows fear. this is worse, and she's still shaking when she draws her hand back to her side and squeezes it into a fist as she collects herself.
she blinks back any tears and takes a deep breath before speaking again. ]
...Instead of leaving me a dangerous power to use for the greater good, you give me a defensive power to possibly use in dangerous ways.
[ briefly, she smiles, more wry than humored. she can kill childe without an ability, but this will help. ]
Is that not the most interesting way to see what those like you will do with it? Is it not what mortals do already? Take the tools you have and decide the ethics of them.
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they place a white-gloved hand over their chest and bow to vira in greeting, both oxford shoes together at the heels. but they still have the hood on? very funny. the ends are tucked into the high collar of their shirt.]
Hello.
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You look nice.
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As a servant, one must always be presentable. How may I be of help?
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I was wondering what one must do to receive a power from you.
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[they chuckle a bit, and the tail swishes behind them.]
Do you like cats, my lord?
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[ she's not obsessed or anything, but she likes them. ]
Luminiera tends to act like one when she's in this form. [ and she's... begrudgingly fond of her? so. ]
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In exchange...
[well.]
Were you looking for something in particular?
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[ Judas is cute, and she's responsible. This is fine. She raises a brow. ]
Do people ask you for powers that don't involve killing another person? [ she can think of a few reasons people would want one, but gluttony is her first choice for a reason. ]
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What I do think is that most people who ask you for powers do not do so for the greater good.
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But on the contrary, I have had at least one not used for nefarious purposes.
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[ her feelings of which are annoyed??? stay dead???? ]
Which would you give me, Gluttony? A power to help others, or to kill that which stands in my way?
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[they extend an arm out toward her, offering a hand.]
Let's find out, shall we? If you are willing to make a deal with me.
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so why didn't she? has her devotion grown so weak?
she nods and takes his hand. ]
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the shadows quickly leap over to start climbing her arm as the surface of the blood pool quivers. the shadows at the edges of the room bend in, grow darker. the fear is suffocating, and it isn't a simple ideal of any one thing, being afraid to die, being scared of the dark, being alone. it's old, ancient, pure fear. it's fear itself.
in the ringing, a name comes to her mind. blubber bulwark, and an idea follows quickly behind. she knows she will be able to reflect any non-fatal wounds back onto any attacker.
very suddenly, she blinks, and the fear and the shadows have vanished. gluttony has even let go of her hand, standing there patiently, and politely in place.]
Now you have two things from me which are not nefarious, hm?
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she blinks back any tears and takes a deep breath before speaking again. ]
...Instead of leaving me a dangerous power to use for the greater good, you give me a defensive power to possibly use in dangerous ways.
[ briefly, she smiles, more wry than humored. she can kill childe without an ability, but this will help. ]
You are a strange one, Gluttony. Thank you.
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[they bow slightly at the shoulders.]
You are welcome.