[She's like. Really not disturbed, whether it was a joke or not. Sometimes you hang out with immortal liches who talk about killing you basically every day.]
It is true - how unsatisfying it would be. But what do you mean when you say 'my kind'?
I mean to say that there is a base difference between us, my status as Avatar notwithstanding. Were I not in possession of this vessel, very few of you would be able to speak to me at all.
[at which point they pause, considering. they remain quiet a moment, then seem to settle on something, reaching up to tug their hood back with their claws while your mod scrambles to gather the reference links ANYWAY-
despair looks fairly similar to this, though the wings lack the masks and the metallic spires of his crown grow directly from his head. his eyes match the color of his sigil, deep blue and starry, and tear-track marks in the same blue shade trail down his face, presumably below the collar of his robe. his claws are also longer than that.]
With many of you I would not mind that being so, but- I suppose with some, this arrangement is preferable.
[The way I had to reverse google search this to make sure it was Emet. Anyway, she knows that beneath their robes, they're inhuman in various ways, but to look upon their face is something else.
Harrowhark's experience with religion doesn't lend herself to recognize whatever is angelic or demonic or some weeb bullshit about him - the God of her religion is a human being, as are the assorted necrosaints - humans in appearance, merely long lived and terrible. But there is still something about her appearance that leaves her awestruck.
Still, she has to push back.]
You are aware to whom you are speaking? If you were in a more difficult to comprehend vessel, I would be only more driven to speak with you, and teach my mind to adjust to comprehension.
[She's a little caught off guard by that. She's not used to being liked, at least by those who have the choice to decide.
But here, somehow, it keeps happening - people tell her that they like her. Even ones who know something of her; even ones who can see her whole life and all of the distasteful parts.
It doesn't surprise her that Despair is reserved but perfectly willing to speak with her. It just surprises her that her company is also wanted.]
You have been. . . very acceptable company, as well. I hope that, when all of this is said and done, I will be free and capable to speak with your about these distasteful things.
[It is only that, in the writings she left herself, she was so adamant that she was not to interfere. She fears to know what will happen if she breaks covenant with herself.]
[No, she will gladly explain. It's easier with him than it was for Wrath, whose sudden impulses of kindness terrify her a little. She understands him a little - that his coldness is not without consideration for her, but he won't try to press past the borders of her own coldness. She'll say it rote, the way she had before, because it's so much easier that way.]
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. 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. Ah - it was in the vents, as we made our escape, that she came upon your crystal, and brought it to me. When I took it, I could sense it belonged to someone who treasured it. We found other items of that sort, as I'm sure you're aware.
Past the vents, 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.
My condition, of which you are aware, caused me to experience a fainting spell. [When she saw Gideon, specifically. The little piece of bone in her brain has been expertly placed to reduce her to unconsciousness whenever anything threatens to disturb her scarred brain tissue.] I was nearly devoured, 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. [She's doing better at this now. She's still clipped and matter of fact.] 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 her voice said mercy. But we could not bring ourselves to do what we believed she asked of us. We tried to devour whatever else we could to assuage our hunger, but instead we perished there.
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It is true - how unsatisfying it would be. But what do you mean when you say 'my kind'?
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[at which point they pause, considering. they remain quiet a moment, then seem to settle on something, reaching up to tug their hood back with their claws while your mod scrambles to gather the reference links ANYWAY-
despair looks fairly similar to this, though the wings lack the masks and the metallic spires of his crown grow directly from his head. his eyes match the color of his sigil, deep blue and starry, and tear-track marks in the same blue shade trail down his face, presumably below the collar of his robe. his claws are also longer than that.]
With many of you I would not mind that being so, but- I suppose with some, this arrangement is preferable.
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Harrowhark's experience with religion doesn't lend herself to recognize whatever is angelic or demonic or some weeb bullshit about him - the God of her religion is a human being, as are the assorted necrosaints - humans in appearance, merely long lived and terrible. But there is still something about her appearance that leaves her awestruck.
Still, she has to push back.]
You are aware to whom you are speaking? If you were in a more difficult to comprehend vessel, I would be only more driven to speak with you, and teach my mind to adjust to comprehension.
. . . You've removed your hood. Why?
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[one brow is arched, one side of his mouth quirked in a slight smile.]
Despite what I find distasteful about you, you are far more acceptable company than most here, you realize.
[how is she supposed to when most people would never guess given the way his asshole self speaks to her. lord.]
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[She's a little caught off guard by that. She's not used to being liked, at least by those who have the choice to decide.
But here, somehow, it keeps happening - people tell her that they like her. Even ones who know something of her; even ones who can see her whole life and all of the distasteful parts.
It doesn't surprise her that Despair is reserved but perfectly willing to speak with her. It just surprises her that her company is also wanted.]
You have been. . . very acceptable company, as well. I hope that, when all of this is said and done, I will be free and capable to speak with your about these distasteful things.
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[he really dislikes it so much.]
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[It is only that, in the writings she left herself, she was so adamant that she was not to interfere. She fears to know what will happen if she breaks covenant with herself.]
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[No, she will gladly explain. It's easier with him than it was for Wrath, whose sudden impulses of kindness terrify her a little. She understands him a little - that his coldness is not without consideration for her, but he won't try to press past the borders of her own coldness. She'll say it rote, the way she had before, because it's so much easier that way.]
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. 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. Ah - it was in the vents, as we made our escape, that she came upon your crystal, and brought it to me. When I took it, I could sense it belonged to someone who treasured it. We found other items of that sort, as I'm sure you're aware.
Past the vents, 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.
My condition, of which you are aware, caused me to experience a fainting spell. [When she saw Gideon, specifically. The little piece of bone in her brain has been expertly placed to reduce her to unconsciousness whenever anything threatens to disturb her scarred brain tissue.] I was nearly devoured, 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. [She's doing better at this now. She's still clipped and matter of fact.] 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 her voice said mercy. But we could not bring ourselves to do what we believed she asked of us. We tried to devour whatever else we could to assuage our hunger, but instead we perished there.