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[HEY BUDDY. Childe's sitting against the wall, leaning his head back against it--there are a couple of pillows in here now, as well as Teucer's doll in the corner, but that's about it for renovations. He greets Pride with a wave and a laugh.]
A couple of them do, but they know I'm not going anywhere. Running and hiding isn't really my style.
A couple of them do, but they know I'm not going anywhere. Running and hiding isn't really my style.
[LOOK... sometimes god gives you marriage chopsticks and then you become Complicated because he let your shitty coworker have his gnosis instead of letting you steal it from his fake dragon corpse.]
You truly are the best. [Amusement!! And also the sense of being pleased and grateful--he will absolutely accept this as his last drinking experience.]
You truly are the best. [Amusement!! And also the sense of being pleased and grateful--he will absolutely accept this as his last drinking experience.]
[Childe's seated, too, but he doesn't wave or greet Royce with his usual smile. He just nods, waiting for him to get settled.]
I don't know how much Iris has told you, about what we're trying to do. But before I say anything else, I want to make one thing clear. I won't ask you for anything you can't give.
[He's pretty sure Royce already knows that, given... everything. But still, it won't hurt to say it out loud. His face is as serious as it has ever been.]
You don't need to trust my word. [Because that's stupid, at the end of the day. Childe knows his own level of respect for Royce, and knows that he's drawing these lines for that reason--but Royce has no reason to believe that, especially when they've bonded over ruthless determination.] But you can trust that I understand the power you have over us. And I am not so foolish as to make arrogant demands for nothing. With that in mind, will you hear me out?
I don't know how much Iris has told you, about what we're trying to do. But before I say anything else, I want to make one thing clear. I won't ask you for anything you can't give.
[He's pretty sure Royce already knows that, given... everything. But still, it won't hurt to say it out loud. His face is as serious as it has ever been.]
You don't need to trust my word. [Because that's stupid, at the end of the day. Childe knows his own level of respect for Royce, and knows that he's drawing these lines for that reason--but Royce has no reason to believe that, especially when they've bonded over ruthless determination.] But you can trust that I understand the power you have over us. And I am not so foolish as to make arrogant demands for nothing. With that in mind, will you hear me out?
[A nod. It is no longer emotionshare week so nobody gets to perceive his concern, but he doesn't reach out to try and support him. Still, he's keeping an eye on him.]
Forgive me for speaking bluntly. If you need me to stop, let me know.
[Lest they summon the beast here and fuckin die.]
You all need your wishes granted. Anything else is unacceptable--that is our baseline. We dead want our wishes as well, but our priority is survival and revival, in that order. [The others might argue with him and insist on including their wishes in the deal, but they're not here. And if they don't do something, they won't be around to have wishes to be granted anyway, so. He doesn't give a shit about the wishes of the living so they don't get a mention.] Right now, the rules say we can't both get what we want--so we change the rules.
[Which is risky, he understands that. He doesn't think he has to spell that out.]
We need access to our unwanted guest for that, and from what I understand, we don't have the tools to manage it on this side. But Steven and Law have been discussing creating some kind of code to pass over to the living. Iris said she'd look into it, but I'd like to minimize the risk to her, if it can be helped.
[Don't let their Lust go alone...]
If you have a better suggestion, I'm willing to listen. We can only work with what we know.
Forgive me for speaking bluntly. If you need me to stop, let me know.
[Lest they summon the beast here and fuckin die.]
You all need your wishes granted. Anything else is unacceptable--that is our baseline. We dead want our wishes as well, but our priority is survival and revival, in that order. [The others might argue with him and insist on including their wishes in the deal, but they're not here. And if they don't do something, they won't be around to have wishes to be granted anyway, so. He doesn't give a shit about the wishes of the living so they don't get a mention.] Right now, the rules say we can't both get what we want--so we change the rules.
[Which is risky, he understands that. He doesn't think he has to spell that out.]
We need access to our unwanted guest for that, and from what I understand, we don't have the tools to manage it on this side. But Steven and Law have been discussing creating some kind of code to pass over to the living. Iris said she'd look into it, but I'd like to minimize the risk to her, if it can be helped.
[Don't let their Lust go alone...]
If you have a better suggestion, I'm willing to listen. We can only work with what we know.
[Hey binch guess who has a braincell and was in your head long enough to figure some shit out while everyone else was building a computer
Anyway! More importantly, he is here with a bottle he stole from the bar and two glasses, the same kind Royce brought along for his jail visit. He holds out a glass once he's close enough.
Drink with him!]
Anyway! More importantly, he is here with a bottle he stole from the bar and two glasses, the same kind Royce brought along for his jail visit. He holds out a glass once he's close enough.
Drink with him!]
[Listen. Sometimes you bribe people a lot and you have to remember their preferences. It's fine.
But he'll take a seat next to him, so he can pour! Drinks, drinks for a thousand years.]
We really are a rowdy bunch, aren't we?
[That's one word for it. Childe sounds fond, though; he does love chaos, after all.]
But he'll take a seat next to him, so he can pour! Drinks, drinks for a thousand years.]
We really are a rowdy bunch, aren't we?
[That's one word for it. Childe sounds fond, though; he does love chaos, after all.]
Mm. Seems that way. Don't have any of my abilities.
[but he also doesn't have the crown, and therefore he's actually way more relaxed in body language than he ever has been. turns out thorn crowns really fucking hurt even if your pain tolerance is fucking insane.]
We'll see if that matters.
[me: i'll tag with royce's journal
also me: uses the same 3 icons]
[but he also doesn't have the crown, and therefore he's actually way more relaxed in body language than he ever has been. turns out thorn crowns really fucking hurt even if your pain tolerance is fucking insane.]
We'll see if that matters.
[me: i'll tag with royce's journal
also me: uses the same 3 icons]
[I hope he has like really dumb-looking little indents on his forehead where it was poking him tbh]
As long as it has enough power to do everything we asked of it, we should be fine, I think. Though admit this whole thing isn't my wheelhouse.
[He is not the mad scientist Harbinger... that's Il Dottore...]
As long as it has enough power to do everything we asked of it, we should be fine, I think. Though admit this whole thing isn't my wheelhouse.
[He is not the mad scientist Harbinger... that's Il Dottore...]
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