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Hello.
[She will slip into the room, too. This room is weird and she doesn't like it, but this time she'll ask - ]
I wanted to know more about this room. Does it belong to you? In the sense that, say, the chapel belongs to Pride.
[She will slip into the room, too. This room is weird and she doesn't like it, but this time she'll ask - ]
I wanted to know more about this room. Does it belong to you? In the sense that, say, the chapel belongs to Pride.
I'm suffering as well, believe me. Though I do get what you mean - I know you're fond of him and given everything you'd said about your feelings it probably isn't easy to watch.
[That message probably took her a while to send because it came out a little nice and she had to decide whether or not she could live with that.]
Lust intervened when Aoi and Shi Qingxuan were in danger. If I attack them and try to injure them will it help.
[That message probably took her a while to send because it came out a little nice and she had to decide whether or not she could live with that.]
Lust intervened when Aoi and Shi Qingxuan were in danger. If I attack them and try to injure them will it help.
[gluttony is in the kitchen standing by the stove. there is a silver pocket watch lying on the counter nearby with the lid opened, and on one of the burners sits an iron over the heat.
they turn to offer harrow a bow of their head at the shoulders.]
Good morning, Reverend.
they turn to offer harrow a bow of their head at the shoulders.]
Good morning, Reverend.
Good morning.
[Honestly, she's been shittalking Gluttony to a bunch of people behind their back, so she'd like to prove she would also do the same to their face, but sadly, she cannot be anything but kind.]
Thank you for agreeing to speak with me.
[Honestly, she's been shittalking Gluttony to a bunch of people behind their back, so she'd like to prove she would also do the same to their face, but sadly, she cannot be anything but kind.]
Thank you for agreeing to speak with me.
The jolly fat man. He followed me even into my quarters and won't stop offering me his cookies. I would like him to leave now.
It would have been a waste of your time to talk when I couldn't remember half of what actually happened.
What is most convenient for you? The library?
What is most convenient for you? The library?
[despair will be waiting in the crystalline room, turning to face her when she enters; on confirming it's harrow, he pulls the hood down, as usual.
which quickly explains the black, glittering liquid from yesterday-- it leaks from his eyes, as if he's constantly weeping.]
You wished to speak?
...I take it you are feeling more yourself, than you were yesterday.
which quickly explains the black, glittering liquid from yesterday-- it leaks from his eyes, as if he's constantly weeping.]
You wished to speak?
...I take it you are feeling more yourself, than you were yesterday.
[So goth. Nice update on your look.]
Yes. That miserable curse finally wore off. What a farce.
Yes. That miserable curse finally wore off. What a farce.
That sounds very much like I do need to avoid it for your sake.
I didn't want to talk about it. I despised everyone who acted as though they were entitled to the details.
I didn't want to talk about it. I despised everyone who acted as though they were entitled to the details.
Yuri and Gojou saw it on the security cameras. A black furry creature with claws.
Yes, please. The spa? I don't know what areas you like.
[in the tea room, gluttony is waiting. they are standing straight and formal, but perhaps look even more straight and formal wearing the outfit they have on: a black, swallow-tailed jacket, a black waist coat, a white button-up shirt, pressed trousers, and black oxfords. a tie? a pocket watch?
hilariously, they still have on the hood which is tucked into the high shirt collar.]
Welcome. Would you care for anything besides the chat?
hilariously, they still have on the hood which is tucked into the high shirt collar.]
Welcome. Would you care for anything besides the chat?
[Isn't that nice. She doesn't comment on their attire, but enters the tea room, nodding as she does.]
It isn't necessary to prepare anything.
It isn't necessary to prepare anything.
[greed is in the library at his usual table. when harrow approaches, she'll immediately feel a slightly chilly draft that seems to be coming from greed himself, but there's a chair for her and he slides a cup of tea across the table for her. his books and papers are stacked neatly like he's not quite working at the moment, and there are soft doggy snores coming from under the table.]
Have a seat, Harrowhark.
Have a seat, Harrowhark.
[Dogs in the library. She's judging, just a little, and given emotion share she can't pretend not to be. It's fine.
She will take a seat. She hasn't been to see him for a little while, so she'll look to see if he appears (from at least what she can see of him) more transformed than usual.]
Good morning.
She will take a seat. She hasn't been to see him for a little while, so she'll look to see if he appears (from at least what she can see of him) more transformed than usual.]
Good morning.
The library will suffice.
[because he's not doing this over text? when she arrives to his usual place in the library, she'll find that there's that same cold draft filtering through now and again, but there are two cups of tea and...no...notes...for ones.]
How do you feel about your accomplishments today?
[because he's not doing this over text? when she arrives to his usual place in the library, she'll find that there's that same cold draft filtering through now and again, but there are two cups of tea and...no...notes...for ones.]
How do you feel about your accomplishments today?
[She'll sit down, then. And then considers the question, thoughtful as usual. Going over the things she feels critical of, the things she feels were mistakes like this is a performance review, or a meeting with her thesis advisor.
But bizarrely, even though her energy is still very nervous and there's an undercurrent running under it too, extremely worried and sad and uncertain. But she hits on an unusual answer.]
. . . One can criticize how it went overall, and my decisions in particular, in terms of fairness or bias. We didn't really take it seriously or try, and perhaps that was cold to those who wanted answers, or who previously lost someone to a false accusation. I didn't intend to be dismissive of either.
But I find I don't really care about that, overmuch. I would say that I am satisfied with this outcome.
But bizarrely, even though her energy is still very nervous and there's an undercurrent running under it too, extremely worried and sad and uncertain. But she hits on an unusual answer.]
. . . One can criticize how it went overall, and my decisions in particular, in terms of fairness or bias. We didn't really take it seriously or try, and perhaps that was cold to those who wanted answers, or who previously lost someone to a false accusation. I didn't intend to be dismissive of either.
But I find I don't really care about that, overmuch. I would say that I am satisfied with this outcome.
Hello.
[She strides in, her emotions cool, but she's not on any kind of murderous rampage. Over text, she thought Lust sounded nervous, which is a little funny to her. She's so powerless here, but on the other hand, she might really say something mean.]
. . . It's high time we discuss matters instead of continuing to avoid them. You're welcome to consider what I did rude and invasive, because it was. [Her mouth works into a bit of a frown, and then she just continues.] And I felt badly for hurting you, you know? We'd gotten along well, and then Gluttony, as is their wont, said one slightly ominous thing that could have been taken any number of ways, and I became terrified of you. Do you know why?
You're so kind. It's easy to trust you. You knew everything I didn't want anyone to know about me, and I didn't even care. You had the ability to listen in on any of our conversations at all times, and it didn't matter to me because I felt you were trustworthy. And when I had even the slightest reason to doubt that, I realized how incredibly powerless we would be against you, if that were true. All of you, but especially those of you who were good at befriending us.
[She strides in, her emotions cool, but she's not on any kind of murderous rampage. Over text, she thought Lust sounded nervous, which is a little funny to her. She's so powerless here, but on the other hand, she might really say something mean.]
. . . It's high time we discuss matters instead of continuing to avoid them. You're welcome to consider what I did rude and invasive, because it was. [Her mouth works into a bit of a frown, and then she just continues.] And I felt badly for hurting you, you know? We'd gotten along well, and then Gluttony, as is their wont, said one slightly ominous thing that could have been taken any number of ways, and I became terrified of you. Do you know why?
You're so kind. It's easy to trust you. You knew everything I didn't want anyone to know about me, and I didn't even care. You had the ability to listen in on any of our conversations at all times, and it didn't matter to me because I felt you were trustworthy. And when I had even the slightest reason to doubt that, I realized how incredibly powerless we would be against you, if that were true. All of you, but especially those of you who were good at befriending us.
Of course you would.
Come on then.
[this explains nothing, but harrow should know by now that greed has set up an office in the library. he's practically obscured by a mountain of books and papers and charts, a teacup balanced precariously on the edge of the desk. maus is nowhere to be found, and the icy chill seems to drift at least five feet away before she ever sits down. it quickly disappears though.
he also doesn't speak first, because he's aware of how harrow is. so he will wait.]
Come on then.
[this explains nothing, but harrow should know by now that greed has set up an office in the library. he's practically obscured by a mountain of books and papers and charts, a teacup balanced precariously on the edge of the desk. maus is nowhere to be found, and the icy chill seems to drift at least five feet away before she ever sits down. it quickly disappears though.
he also doesn't speak first, because he's aware of how harrow is. so he will wait.]
[Yes, she'll go. And then she'll sit down. It takes her a moment or so to think of what to say.
This one is hard because he intentionally makes himself hard to get a read on. She has notions of what's important to him, what he cares about. But she can't really know whether those notions are correct or some silly romanticized version of their relationship. If he sat down and told her he'd been approaching things from the start wanting them all dead and had no regrets, she wouldn't be able to point to a single thing he said to her over the past eight weeks that was misleading, exactly. If she'd thought something else about him, that would be her fault, and that would be. . . a little harder to deal with, with no one to be angry at except herself.
But having had some time to think about it, it still feels worth risking that sort of let down to try to talk to him again, because she still doesn't actually believe she read him so wrong as that.]
. . . May I ask you what the wish you came here for is? [Ugh.] It still feels like such an invasive question to ask someone. [But apparently he told Mineo of all people, the blabbermouth, so maybe it's just her own weirdness and he really doesn't care.]
This one is hard because he intentionally makes himself hard to get a read on. She has notions of what's important to him, what he cares about. But she can't really know whether those notions are correct or some silly romanticized version of their relationship. If he sat down and told her he'd been approaching things from the start wanting them all dead and had no regrets, she wouldn't be able to point to a single thing he said to her over the past eight weeks that was misleading, exactly. If she'd thought something else about him, that would be her fault, and that would be. . . a little harder to deal with, with no one to be angry at except herself.
But having had some time to think about it, it still feels worth risking that sort of let down to try to talk to him again, because she still doesn't actually believe she read him so wrong as that.]
. . . May I ask you what the wish you came here for is? [Ugh.] It still feels like such an invasive question to ask someone. [But apparently he told Mineo of all people, the blabbermouth, so maybe it's just her own weirdness and he really doesn't care.]
How so?
Are you surprised by anything I said? Obviously I cannot trust you, because we do not have the same goals. But I don't feel that I was ever led by you to believe we did have the same goals.
Please be assured I don't ask you to meet because I intend to try to cajole you into feeling more sympathy for us, or accuse you of hurting my feelings.
Are you surprised by anything I said? Obviously I cannot trust you, because we do not have the same goals. But I don't feel that I was ever led by you to believe we did have the same goals.
Please be assured I don't ask you to meet because I intend to try to cajole you into feeling more sympathy for us, or accuse you of hurting my feelings.
I do. Is text your preference? It is not mine, but it is acceptable.
[well i mean you weren't WRONG.
anyway, she texts back:]
for sure
beach?
anyway, she texts back:]
for sure
beach?
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