Audience: Ashiya Douman

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Comments

[commedia]

[Douman was about to say just cooking, but something in that list draws their attention.]

Swordsmanship? [Douman hums, stroking their chin.] Admittedly, I am not one for fighting, nor was I summoned as a Saber, but...you could really teach a thing like that?

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Yes. It is all a matter of what you would like to learn. Typically, I would teach fencing. However, I do know other forms of combat.

It is not... a preferred method. It lacks creative glamour. But it is not as mindlessly simple as, say, shooting a gun.

[commedia]

I see. Fencing as I know of it is a graceful art of swordsmanship...though I can see why it wouldn't be something to choose in the heat of battle.

But now you have me curious. What is your preferred method?

[probe]

[the glowing orange eyes in the hood slit a bit as if "hehe"]

Why my bare hands, of course. Or perhaps knives.

[commedia]

Bare hands...?

[Douman can't help but smile in return to that, their fingers flexing, cutely painted green fingernails evident.]

Ahaha. We think alike. There's nothing better than that raw feeling of tearing an enemy apart like that.

[probe]

[can't believe douman is getting turned on being talked "dirty" to]

It is quite satisfying. Mortals are extremely fragile especially.

[commedia]

[STOP THEY JUST LIKE TALKING ABOUT MURDER]

But of course, of course! How funny...their mind...their bones...their wills...their prides...all can be broken, in an instant. But the physical method is delightful, indeed.

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sorry, hold on one second, they needed a moment. just one. and then they clear their throat quietly.]

Yes. It is what makes their spirits so delicious.

[commedia]

[you saying douman is getting turned on when gluttony is over here pausing all of a sudden.]

...Oh? [And Douman instantly hones in on that.] You eat their spirits? Aha, ever so fitting for Gluttony.

[probe]

[well, douman seems to be...........of similar cloth (haha), so. no use beating around the bush.]

Their souls. But I have tired of tasting any old mundane soul. They have grown boring and disgusting. I prefer more ripened souls.

[commedia]

[mods i hate that douman is vibing with mostly every npc so far]

So you are a connoisseur of souls? Mmmm! How wonderful. [And Douman actually seems delighted? Terrible.] Tell me, "ripening"...do you let them grow until you harvest them for your own? A feast is more delicious if you wait for the peak of its flavor, how true...

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[yeah stop please.]

It takes exactly the right sort of cultivation to make a delicious soul. Simply sinning is not enough. Plenty do. Plenty are hungry for power, or fame.

But revenge... Being a tortured soul, and knowing your soul is dirty nonetheless, and yet, pressing ever onward... It takes so long, but it us worth it.

[commedia]

Revenge...ahaha. Yes...oh, you should have seen the one I assigned myself to a while ago. A vengeful soul, traveling through timelines, only to see his people dying horrifically in every one of them. Oh, the poor young man went mad, and vowed destruction on the world...

[A sad, tragic tale, and yet Douman is speaking of it like talking about a fish that got away.]

Something like that, where the soul blackens, yet burns forever onward in hatred and spite...I may not eat souls exactly myself, but I can certainly understand your tastes.

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Ah. Yes... [they are deadass standing there with their tail not moving, one hand over their chest reverently.] That sounds like a most delicious soul.

[...

thank god douman doesn't like to eat them.]

Pardon me, but... do you... like cats...?

[commedia]

[douman: yeah bro you can have the soul i'll just take the rest]

...Mmm? Cats? Yes, I suppose I do...why do you ask?

[probe]

[don't make this a tag-team!!!]

I was only curious. [are they vetting douman...?] There are some here, is all, I am ensuring their safety.

[commedia]

[what's better than this? partnering with someone to just hecking eat a person?]

...There are cats here? [They look surprised.] Where are they?

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Yes. There are four of them, very beautiful, and very magnificent. Typically, they remain in my room, but a few are known to roam.

And I believe a few of the other Avatars have absconded with them on occasion.

[commedia]

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Can I see them?

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[surprisingly, there is a moment of hesitation.]

One moment.

[they turn away from douman and toward one wall of the kitchen. the liquid black portal splits open again, and they step through. it disappears behind them. several moments pass, and the portal reappears once more.

a fluffy orange cat speeds out, but the instant it spots douman it skids sideways to a halt, bowed up and bristled. it offers douman a hiss as gluttony emerges with their arms full of three more cats: a black one, a tortoise shell one, and a white one.]

Now, Cain.

[commedia]

[Oh, there they go. And oh...here they come again! With cats!]

[Douman just laughs at the cat hissing, moving over with an admiring look at the cats in Gluttony's arms.]

Oh, what a menagerie you have! How precious. [And reaching over a hand, but hesitating.] May I...pet them?

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[the orange, fluffy cat gives another small hiss and scampers away quickly as douman decides to approach.]

Ah, Cain--! Ah well. I will find him later.

[rowdy boy.

gluttony deposits the other three cats right on the kitchen counter, completely unbothered by the fact this is where they are going.] This is Judas. [they stroke the black one.] This is Jezebel. [they stroke the head of the tortoise shell.] And this is Delilah. [the white one, which they pat.]

Yes. You may pet them.

[commedia]

Haha, sometimes they're skittish like that.

[But yes!! Cat cafe with Gluttony time! Douman smiles, pleased at the permission, petting over each of their heads and bodies gently.]

What lovely names. Lovely names for lovely creatures. How long have you had them?

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[the cats allow the pets! the white one is incredibly sweet, and she keeps attempting to get more love from douman. the black one is nice, but he unfortunately keeps trying to mess with things on the counter. mischievous....

the tortoise shell, um....... sort of just stares off into space from time to time for no reason. but is a nice kitty.]

Thank you. I have had them for a while now. I love them. They are the most amazing creatures in the entire universe. Simply wonderful. Their soft, glistening fur, and their tickling whiskers... The small, squishy pads on the bottom of their paws...

Truly, they are beings I can never read the emotions of at all.

[commedia]

[Douman gives attention to one and all, cooing under their breath - because yeah, cats are great! Better than humans, by a long shot.]

My, you really know how to sing their praises! [How cute. Such a horrible, soul-eating demon, in love with cats because they can't understand them.] It's obvious that you take very good care of them. They must be lucky to have a master like you.