Oh, very well. You know, I shall be very cross if I ever come to learn that there isn't some grander purpose behind these vague pronouncements. But I will accept it for now.
[Well, she isn't about to interrupt this. She'll sit listening to the song - lovely as always, calming her a little, making her feel a little melancholy. When they're (they, because this song isn't a specific reference or anything) done, she's quiet for a moment.]
. . .Oh. The polaroids. We found items we think may belong to some of you.
[She'll show them the picture of the crystal, cat toy, bear, and dagger?]
[haha, yeah, what? just picked a random violin song]
Lemme see. [... they actually put the violin down.] -- Oh, shit, yeah, those do belong to us. It's kind of obvious if you think about which one might belong to which?
Like, uh, who do you know that has crystals? Cats? Who is the most likely to like cute stuffed animals? Who is the most likely to use a dagger?
We found them in the place we were transported to.
[. . .]
I suspect the cat toy is Gluttony's, but I don't see why I ought to run errands for them. The crystal I thought might belong to Despair? [The rest of these. . . she's not so sure about.] None are yours?
None of them are mine, but uh, like. You really can't think of who would use a dagger? [they sound kind of amused.] The stuffed animal thing is kind of hard, I guess.
I could. You could also just tell me who they belong to, as I've things to do.
[I appreciate this NPC lost item game but Harrow does not.]
I'm more curious how you managed to lose your belongings in a place that, if Gluttony is to be believed, you didn't know existed and couldn't sense us in.
You don't now, but. [they kick at the floor.] Maybe you'll find the hat I'm missing at some point.
[they glance up.] Anyway - nah, I haven't. Gluttony sort of half-assed mentioned it but I didn't ask for details, and I'm not gonna press you for any, but. Based on what I heard, I have not a single ding-dang clue as to what happened to you guys.
[She wants to find that hat, now? It's in some kind of vore hell zone, but she wants to find it. Anyway.]
. . . That's very thoughtful of you. But you may press. I think it better, that the Avatars understand fully what happened in case it happens again. I thought to speak to Gluttony, given the relationship of the events to their sin, but instead I came to learn that Gluttony is the nastiest skank abomination I have ever met and you should not trust them.
Skank abomination is - oh, boy, that is exactly it. I wouldn't trust them either. [...] Okay, so uh - so tell me what happened, then? If you want. I can try to see if I have any ideas.
She sits, just as she did before, and crosses her arms in her lap. It was easy, with Gluttony, to be dispassionate, because she didn't expect Gluttony would care how she felt about any of it. But she'll try the same again.]
We were transported to another place entirely. It was some sort of building intended for giants - the furniture was as tall as two of I, and we had to climb about to get anywhere. As we progressed, we became increasingly cold and hungry.
We came across. . . a child. [A little more shaky here.] She was wearing a bag over her head. She became attached to us, seemingly, and began to help us make our way towards the exit. She was very strong and powerful. We came across a feast of giants, devouring a table of meats, fighting one another for scraps of flesh. Some of them had the appearance of enormous, fattened versions of familiar people. One of them. . .
[She pauses again here. How to explain this, exactly?]
I suppose you're aware that I have a condition, and occasionally it results in fainting spells. [Or rather, she has a self-inflicted brain injury related to any memory of a certain person.] I was injured when I happened to faint and a giant thought to devour me, but the child came to my aid.
We escaped out into the cold, and then into a school. Inside the school was another creature - a facsimile of a woman with a long snake for a neck. We drew her attention and she came after us, but we were able to kill her.
And then. . . we crawled through the vents to another room. [This is where the clipped explanation stops working. Instead, her voice is low and angry, sickened.] The hunger we had been feeling became. . . all-consuming. We were weakened, barely able to continue. Ravenous, to the degree that we would have eaten anything before us, like those sickening giants at the table.
And the child gave us her hand, and a voice. . . bade us grant, or offered, mercy.
[they have to like, temper themselves. because if they don't, they're going to go right over to harrow and hug her, and they know she would like some bit of dignity. so they just metaphorically sit on their hands, and listen.]
... Oh. [they say, after a moment, clearly horrified. they lean forward on the bench, trying to - make sense of it.]
What the fuck. [that's - all they can manage, for the moment.] But - you didn't. Though, you didn't.
But. . . nothing else we tried to consume appeared to stave off that hunger, and as a result, we died. [This part is a little easier to say because dying and coming back is like. Eh.] And I fear that in doing so, we abandoned her in that place, and as such. . . we are all of a resolve to return to the vore zone by whatever means can be achieved.
And that is something we cannot do without the assistance of an Avatar, preferably one who veers more to the side of anti child murder.
[I finally got Eleanor to explain what vore is, and this sounds like a perfectly acceptable thing to call it from her perspective. Eleanor did explain 'vore' is when it happens in a kinky way, and that's perfect for whoever designed this world, clearly some sort of vore pervert.]
[they are really. trying not to laugh. they only just manage.]
Well, here's the thing - I'm definitely anti-child murder. So you're talking to the right person. But, uh. I don't... know if you guys can get back to whatever place that is. I mean, I can look into it, and I will. Promise.
[I mean, it was a joke! Just because she intoned it in a gothy manner doesn't mean it's not okay to laugh. Though the being anti-child murder was also kind of a joke, and yet it somehow, coming from Wrath, feels a little bad. Hurtful and exclusionary to those of us who are a child murder.]
. . . I understand. Thank you, even so, for trying.
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[She doesn't really think Wrath is going to go for this, she's just saying. It's a problem with an answer, and the answer is bones.]
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I know you would. If I could, I would.
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[a pause. they start idly playing, though it's kind of just something to do. they'll stop if harrow has something to say.]
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. . .Oh. The polaroids. We found items we think may belong to some of you.
[She'll show them the picture of the crystal, cat toy, bear, and dagger?]
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Lemme see. [... they actually put the violin down.] -- Oh, shit, yeah, those do belong to us. It's kind of obvious if you think about which one might belong to which?
Like, uh, who do you know that has crystals? Cats? Who is the most likely to like cute stuffed animals? Who is the most likely to use a dagger?
... You just found these?
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[. . .]
I suspect the cat toy is Gluttony's, but I don't see why I ought to run errands for them. The crystal I thought might belong to Despair? [The rest of these. . . she's not so sure about.] None are yours?
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None of them are mine, but uh, like. You really can't think of who would use a dagger? [they sound kind of amused.] The stuffed animal thing is kind of hard, I guess.
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[He did stab Envy. . .]
And for the stuffed animal, I couldn't say. Sloth? I haven't spoken to them a great deal.
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You could always try talking to them to figure it out. They're a sweetheart.
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[I appreciate this NPC lost item game but Harrow does not.]
I'm more curious how you managed to lose your belongings in a place that, if Gluttony is to be believed, you didn't know existed and couldn't sense us in.
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as for the rest, they kick their feet back and forth absently.]
I'm wondering that too. This place screws with us as much as it does you guys, you know.
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I didn't say I wouldn't bring you your items, but it seems I don't have any for you.
Have you ever been transported somewhere that way?
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[they glance up.] Anyway - nah, I haven't. Gluttony sort of half-assed mentioned it but I didn't ask for details, and I'm not gonna press you for any, but. Based on what I heard, I have not a single ding-dang clue as to what happened to you guys.
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[She wants to find that hat, now? It's in some kind of vore hell zone, but she wants to find it. Anyway.]
. . . That's very thoughtful of you. But you may press. I think it better, that the Avatars understand fully what happened in case it happens again. I thought to speak to Gluttony, given the relationship of the events to their sin, but instead I came to learn that Gluttony is the nastiest skank abomination I have ever met and you should not trust them.
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Skank abomination is - oh, boy, that is exactly it. I wouldn't trust them either. [...] Okay, so uh - so tell me what happened, then? If you want. I can try to see if I have any ideas.
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She sits, just as she did before, and crosses her arms in her lap. It was easy, with Gluttony, to be dispassionate, because she didn't expect Gluttony would care how she felt about any of it. But she'll try the same again.]
We were transported to another place entirely. It was some sort of building intended for giants - the furniture was as tall as two of I, and we had to climb about to get anywhere. As we progressed, we became increasingly cold and hungry.
We came across. . . a child. [A little more shaky here.] She was wearing a bag over her head. She became attached to us, seemingly, and began to help us make our way towards the exit. She was very strong and powerful. We came across a feast of giants, devouring a table of meats, fighting one another for scraps of flesh. Some of them had the appearance of enormous, fattened versions of familiar people. One of them. . .
[She pauses again here. How to explain this, exactly?]
I suppose you're aware that I have a condition, and occasionally it results in fainting spells. [Or rather, she has a self-inflicted brain injury related to any memory of a certain person.] I was injured when I happened to faint and a giant thought to devour me, but the child came to my aid.
We escaped out into the cold, and then into a school. Inside the school was another creature - a facsimile of a woman with a long snake for a neck. We drew her attention and she came after us, but we were able to kill her.
And then. . . we crawled through the vents to another room. [This is where the clipped explanation stops working. Instead, her voice is low and angry, sickened.] The hunger we had been feeling became. . . all-consuming. We were weakened, barely able to continue. Ravenous, to the degree that we would have eaten anything before us, like those sickening giants at the table.
And the child gave us her hand, and a voice. . . bade us grant, or offered, mercy.
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... Oh. [they say, after a moment, clearly horrified. they lean forward on the bench, trying to - make sense of it.]
What the fuck. [that's - all they can manage, for the moment.] But - you didn't. Though, you didn't.
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[That's all there is to say about that.]
But. . . nothing else we tried to consume appeared to stave off that hunger, and as a result, we died. [This part is a little easier to say because dying and coming back is like. Eh.] And I fear that in doing so, we abandoned her in that place, and as such. . . we are all of a resolve to return to the vore zone by whatever means can be achieved.
And that is something we cannot do without the assistance of an Avatar, preferably one who veers more to the side of anti child murder.
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The - did you just say the vore zone?
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[I finally got Eleanor to explain what vore is, and this sounds like a perfectly acceptable thing to call it from her perspective. Eleanor did explain 'vore' is when it happens in a kinky way, and that's perfect for whoever designed this world, clearly some sort of vore pervert.]
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Well, here's the thing - I'm definitely anti-child murder. So you're talking to the right person. But, uh. I don't... know if you guys can get back to whatever place that is. I mean, I can look into it, and I will. Promise.
But no guarantees.
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. . . I understand. Thank you, even so, for trying.
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