[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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[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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There are a handful of you with rather delicious souls; however, you do not have to be concerned. I am not interested in any here.
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[Yes, a bitch can just leave. But she's busy trying to be not shooketh.]
. . . Do tell me if you learn anything at all useful about where we went, won't you?
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they place a hand to their chest, and offer her a bow at the shoulders.]
As you wish.