audience: astarion

[mygod]

Comments

[haematocritical]

Then if you can't provide the exit, consider providing a way to make it unfactual.

[mygod]

[ repeating: ]

You don't listen well, do you?

[haematocritical]

I listen just fine.

[mygod]

You're proving otherwise.

Otherwise you'd know that we've already said that we are trying to free you.

[haematocritical]

[ he presses a hand to his head and exhales so sharply. ]

Trying is fine but trying doesn't necessarily become succeeding.

[mygod]

We could always stop trying, if you'd like. Then you can be left with nothing and no one, if that's what you'd prefer.

[ they would not actually do this but they don't mind saying it to astarion ]

[haematocritical]

[ say it louder he's being a bitch. ]

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[ he waves at hand at that last part. if that was a dig, it doesn't land. ]

And what is "trying" entailing for you so far?

[mygod]

Gathering information from the cult leadership that has the details regarding the ritual that will end in all of your deaths, so that it might be disrupted until an escape is found for all of you.

[haematocritical]

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It doesn't involve parasites and mind control, perchance?

[mygod]

Unlikely, but I understand the desire to try to relate new information you're getting to what you already know.

[haematocritical]

[ he pulls a face ]

Did this stupid cult do background checks?

[mygod]

There is a dog here.

[ so... no ]

[haematocritical]

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I do know a dog I would considered at least more tolerable than a number of people.

[ sweet scratch. ]

[mygod]

This dog also counts.

[ pickles good ]

[haematocritical]

[ pickles is the most valid creature here, yes. ]

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[ ... ]

Did Gale yap your ear off about the Absolute?

[mygod]

No. Are you taking that as an invitation to start?

[haematocritical]

Absolutely not.

[mygod]

Then I will continue to live in uninterested ignorance.

[haematocritical]

Until Gale does actually come to yap at you, yes.

[mygod]

As long as we don't talk about soup.

[haematocritical]

[ gazes at the sky. ]

I will not talk about soup, no.

[mygod]

I was referencing your companion, but it's true that I'd rather avoid the topic altogether. It's not that interesting.

Did you come to ask any actual worthwhile questions, or just pointless complaints?

[haematocritical]

[ no, this is pointless land. ]

I would think we all had plenty of room for complaining, all things considered. But I suppose I am curious about the "rooming", for lack of a better word.

You or your overlords managed to get plaques put together rather quickly.

[mygod]

I don't have to be here to listen to you complain.

[ do that on your own hours....

similarly, dryly: ]

Yes. We did those plaques by hand. Thank Death for their painstaking hard work. They got multiple blisters.

[haematocritical]

[ everyone must listen to him complain because it’s funny. shoves him over. ]

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[ gazes. ]

And you just threw names wherever you felt like?