[hello. one wall of the med bay splits open with a swirling, black liquid vortex. gluttony steps out of it as if they are walking right through a regular doorway. their tail curls around with a flick just as the portal closes behind them.]
Good evening.
[they offer harrow a polite bow at the shoulders.]
[Even slimey from the pod and in excruciating pain and mental torment, Harrow can't help but admire Gluttony's vibes.]
Good evening. You truly don't know what happened? I had wondered if. . . [She considers how to say it.] There was something of a thematic thoroughline to that place. Hunger, senseless consumption.
[That's the main reason she asked Gluttony, rather than one of the other Avatars she's spoken to more. The other reason is that some of the other Avatars she's spoken to more tend to be very kind to her, and that idea terrifies her just a little. Imagining being spoken to gently or being smooched on the head again makes her feel incredibly brittle.]
[And like, she actually will, this time. She folds her hands across her lap and speaks in a clipped, dispassionate voice, like she's telling a story that happened to someone else.]
The four of us were transported to another place entirely. All of the rooms and furniture appeared too large for us - like it belonged to a human much larger than we are. There was a chair with a seat about twice my height, for example. There was a chill there, as soon as we arrived, but we were given lighters that would stave off some of the chill.
In the first room we came to, there were monstrous insects that tried to attack us. In the second room, we came across what appeared to be a child, wearing a paper bag. The child was unusually strong, and was able to guide us into the vents. In the third room, we came across a feast. The table was covered in meat, and surrounded by giants. They were human in appearance, but grotesquely fat, devouring the meat, fighting with one another for scraps. Certain of them had a. . . resemblance, to people the others once knew. Once they caught us, they attempted to devour us.
[She's still calm, her hand resting on her lap, fingers tapping against the back of her other hand.]
I see. There is no such place here as you have described, not one we are aware. [they raise a hand; it disappears into the hood, but must be resting on their chin thoughtfully.] Though perhaps you are not wrong in your assessment of its themes. The rooms you described are not familiar to me personally.
[There's two modes, and it's this and crying a lot. Fortunately, she doesn't know enough about Gluttony for the crying a lot to tempt her this time.]
No. We also found. . . items. There was a sense when we found them that they were important to someone.
[She'll hold out her orange crystal, which she brought in her pocket. I'm picturing this like Animal Crossing where you just shove a lost item in villager's faces. I'm trying Gluttony first purely because it's orange.]
[the hand lowers, and the hood tilts down as they peer at the offered crystal. hmmmm. they are thoughtful for a moment or two.]
Ah. I do not believe this is mine. [they appreciate harrow trying for the color, though. they sound amused.] But I do know a certain someone with wings which have crystals in them.
Feeling maternal, Reverend? [bone mama] You may be putting more stock into this place than is necessary. Perhaps it was simply an illusion, an anomaly. In that case, the child was not real, and the child does not exist.
[again, they thoughtfully rest a hand inside their hood.]
You did return with other things from this place, it seems, proving they were real. But if you did not return with any part of the child... I can only surmise they were nothing more than a piece of the plane where you had traversed.
. . . She offered herself to us, so entirely. No matter how it weakened her. Even if it meant [her voice sort of shakes at this] consuming her, as though she was nothing but what she could give to us. All for the bare scraps of kindness we'd shown her.
[So yes, that bothers her. A child shouldn't feel like nothing more than a vessel, a thing to serve the whims of others.]
My, my. You four did not accept the most she could give you even then? Even with two aligned to gluttony. [they tut lightly.] Ah, poor altruistic child, spurned by those who would not accept the only thing she had, like it meant nothing.
Maybe you would have never lost her if you had brought her back inside you.
[Oh. Did she say Gluttony had cool vibes? Never mind. Gluttony has the vibes of a rank bitch.
She listens to this, eyes expression going stony, eyes glinting. There's the beginning, again, of that pounding in her frontal lobe when Gluttony speaks. Spurned the only thing she had, like it meant nothing. Fuck that. Fuck that.]
Lost her? She would have been consumed. With that hunger we would have devoured her, flesh, bones, blood, until there was nothing left.
[hehe. the mouth that appears inside of the shadows of the hood smiles, teeth sharp.]
Ah, but would she not be a part of you forever and ever through consumption? All of you would have a little piece of her right inside you.
Though I am sure you would say it is simply a body. That is true. There is something much more delectable than a corporeal form. Perhaps she had also been offering you her essence.
[She feels so attacked right now and she has no idea why. The headache is getting worse, like Gluttony's nasty sharp tooth smile is taking chunks out of her mind. She thinks of. . . she thinks of. . .
Ortus Nigenad, going to his death for her with his sense of grim duty. Her eyes, still black in the mirror, not a trace of his soul to be seen. A complete failure to consume the only thing her cavalier had to offer.
But. . . they must be doing it on purpose. So she stares back at them, defiant.]
As I'm sure you know, essence also isn't to my taste.
I did not ever believe necromancers would have any understanding of the delicacies of matured souls anyhow, [this sounds rather irritated and personal] and I would rather not waste time fighting over the better ones with anyone else.
[Nasty. Bad. The other Lyctors and she all suffered so much from their decision to eat their cavaliers. Even Ianthe, in her own way - she laughed, when she'd told them what she'd done, but a part of her must have been sickened, to reject her regrown arm so strongly.
The idea of eating souls for the enjoyment is utterly revolting.]
. . . Ah. So when you said your tastes were for something else.
[She's getting that vibe loud and clear, yes, that Gluttony is saying these things because they bother her. But unfortunately, that means she's going to have to just keep talking to Gluttony, because leaving would mean Gluttony wins.]
. . . It is interesting that you have come here, then. Where all of us have been directed to indulge in particular sins. Does that appetize you?
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week 1, thursday
Good evening.
[they offer harrow a polite bow at the shoulders.]
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Good evening. You truly don't know what happened? I had wondered if. . . [She considers how to say it.] There was something of a thematic thoroughline to that place. Hunger, senseless consumption.
[That's the main reason she asked Gluttony, rather than one of the other Avatars she's spoken to more. The other reason is that some of the other Avatars she's spoken to more tend to be very kind to her, and that idea terrifies her just a little. Imagining being spoken to gently or being smooched on the head again makes her feel incredibly brittle.]
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I do not, but it was a curious circumstance. Will you explain what happened? Not even I could feel the presence of the four of you.
You said it was with hunger and consumption? Interesting.
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[And like, she actually will, this time. She folds her hands across her lap and speaks in a clipped, dispassionate voice, like she's telling a story that happened to someone else.]
The four of us were transported to another place entirely. All of the rooms and furniture appeared too large for us - like it belonged to a human much larger than we are. There was a chair with a seat about twice my height, for example. There was a chill there, as soon as we arrived, but we were given lighters that would stave off some of the chill.
In the first room we came to, there were monstrous insects that tried to attack us. In the second room, we came across what appeared to be a child, wearing a paper bag. The child was unusually strong, and was able to guide us into the vents. In the third room, we came across a feast. The table was covered in meat, and surrounded by giants. They were human in appearance, but grotesquely fat, devouring the meat, fighting with one another for scraps. Certain of them had a. . . resemblance, to people the others once knew. Once they caught us, they attempted to devour us.
[She's still calm, her hand resting on her lap, fingers tapping against the back of her other hand.]
Does any of this clarify anything to you so far?
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I see. There is no such place here as you have described, not one we are aware. [they raise a hand; it disappears into the hood, but must be resting on their chin thoughtfully.] Though perhaps you are not wrong in your assessment of its themes. The rooms you described are not familiar to me personally.
Is that all that happened?
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No. We also found. . . items. There was a sense when we found them that they were important to someone.
[She'll hold out her orange crystal, which she brought in her pocket. I'm picturing this like Animal Crossing where you just shove a lost item in villager's faces. I'm trying Gluttony first purely because it's orange.]
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[the hand lowers, and the hood tilts down as they peer at the offered crystal. hmmmm. they are thoughtful for a moment or two.]
Ah. I do not believe this is mine. [they appreciate harrow trying for the color, though. they sound amused.] But I do know a certain someone with wings which have crystals in them.
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Despair, then?
[Hmm.]
That place we went. Is there any way to return there, that you know of?
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Not that I am aware. Why do you ask? You want to return there again?
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Yes. As I mentioned, there was a child.
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Feeling maternal, Reverend? [bone mama] You may be putting more stock into this place than is necessary. Perhaps it was simply an illusion, an anomaly. In that case, the child was not real, and the child does not exist.
You did leave them behind...?
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Perhaps it was, and perhaps it wasn't.
We didn't leave her behind by choice.
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You did return with other things from this place, it seems, proving they were real. But if you did not return with any part of the child... I can only surmise they were nothing more than a piece of the plane where you had traversed.
We will look into it.
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Please do.
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[they place a gloved hand to their chest, and duck their head in acknowledgement.]
Does it truly bother you so greatly? The child.
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. . . She offered herself to us, so entirely. No matter how it weakened her. Even if it meant [her voice sort of shakes at this] consuming her, as though she was nothing but what she could give to us. All for the bare scraps of kindness we'd shown her.
[So yes, that bothers her. A child shouldn't feel like nothing more than a vessel, a thing to serve the whims of others.]
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Maybe you would have never lost her if you had brought her back inside you.
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She listens to this, eyes expression going stony, eyes glinting. There's the beginning, again, of that pounding in her frontal lobe when Gluttony speaks. Spurned the only thing she had, like it meant nothing. Fuck that. Fuck that.]
Lost her? She would have been consumed. With that hunger we would have devoured her, flesh, bones, blood, until there was nothing left.
You call that not losing her?
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Ah, but would she not be a part of you forever and ever through consumption? All of you would have a little piece of her right inside you.
Though I am sure you would say it is simply a body. That is true. There is something much more delectable than a corporeal form. Perhaps she had also been offering you her essence.
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Ortus Nigenad, going to his death for her with his sense of grim duty. Her eyes, still black in the mirror, not a trace of his soul to be seen. A complete failure to consume the only thing her cavalier had to offer.
But. . . they must be doing it on purpose. So she stares back at them, defiant.]
As I'm sure you know, essence also isn't to my taste.
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So I have heard. That is quite alright.
I did not ever believe necromancers would have any understanding of the delicacies of matured souls anyhow, [this sounds rather irritated and personal] and I would rather not waste time fighting over the better ones with anyone else.
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The idea of eating souls for the enjoyment is utterly revolting.]
. . . Ah. So when you said your tastes were for something else.
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It is a shame you would not enjoy the child's, some of the best ones are those which have been dipped ever so slightly in sin.
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. . . It is interesting that you have come here, then. Where all of us have been directed to indulge in particular sins. Does that appetize you?
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