Viktor's really out here fucking suffering at all times. Dahut will take Sidon's hand without pause, though, because he never learns his lesson and knows how to comfort best through fussing and hugging and handholds. Which, speaking of, he gently sandwiches Sidon's paw between his own and gives it a little squeeze.]
I understand what you're saying, but it's still a bit silly... It's hard to give yourself a shot even under the best of circumstances!
[Unless he was planning on Nodding it up and just bashing his head into a rock or something, damn.]
I'll say the same thing I said to Eunhyuk; it's not a burden for me. I'm just be able to help in the ways that I can.
[ BEING A TACTILE PERSON IS SUCH A MISTAKE THIS WEEK!!!! but he takes the opportunities that he can, gripping lightly as he sighs. ]
With a blade, it can be just as quick...!
[ he definitely would've violenced himself to death somehow. but he only really argues because he's feeling guilty, this was objectively the nicest way to die. ]
You already help plenty, Dahut. But... I am grateful. You saved Margaret quite a lot of suffering as well.
[THEY ARE FOOLS!!!!! He's also looking at Sidon like he specifically is a fool DON'T JUST KNIFE TERMINATE.]
You and Eunhyuk are such messes.
[Both of them reaching for their exacto blades like "YEAH!!!" while everyone else is :man_standing: in the background. He pats Sidon's hand again.]
To be honest, it feels like I don't do much at all... [HE JUST FEEDS PEOPLE AND MERCYKILLS THEM he hates it here.] But! I'm glad for that, at least. She looked like she was in reaaally bad shape. You both did...
[Peering at those red marks, actually, considering he's seen Margaret's.]
[ listen. yes. sometimes you are just a guy who knows how to commit a violence, this seems like the natural answer. ]
Don't compare me to Eunhyuk...! That man wouldn't know how to stop torturing himself if I ordered him to.
[ SWEET EUNHYUK... ]
You do plenty, Dahut. Even without getting into all the research you do, not everyone could stomach the task of letting their friends go. I know I couldn't. [ he sighs. anyway he knows this but the marks are eyes, flat against his skin like tattoos. they peer back. ] Though we did all go mad at fight each other. Hence all the injury...
[EVERYONE STOP BEING VIOLENT AND COMMITTING VIOLENCES HE'S GOING TO DEVELOP A HERNIA.]
Well, that much is true. [DON'T IMMEDIATELY AGREE. It is such an easy thing to agree to, though...
At the rest of that, though, Dahut just offers a little smile edged with something a bit lingering and sad. But he'll let that part of the topic go to focus on EYES and POSSESSION instead.]
They don't hurt, do they? [THE HAUNTING EYEBALLS.] Mademoiselle Margaret told me a little about what happened... It seems somewhat similar to some of the things from last week, too.
[He doesn't know that possession is a common cyoa trope.]
It is similar—this place enjoys toying with our minds enough to hurt each other. [ which he hates, there's some clear guilt in his expression even as he moves the subject. ] The eyes were part of our... lapse in sanity. They do not hurt, but— [ he stares at one for a little too long. shakes himself out of it, speaking lowly, ] they are watching, so be vigilant.
[ THEY AREN'T. OWNER DOXXED IT SO I CAN JUST BRACKETS THAT THEY ARE A LITTLE INSANE STILL. ]
[DON'T JUST BRICK HIM. They can handshake about their Eunhyuk roast though, that's fine. Anyway he just hums and nods... Sweet guilty Sidon. If he's not careful he'll end up morphing into a Catholic.]
I'm glad that they don't hurt, at least, but... [LOOKS AT THE EYE. LOOKS AT SIDON. The way he can't even tell this is just paranoid insanity, he just thinks these eyes are straight up haunted.] ...I'll be sure to keep that in mind.
She didn't talk about much, though. Ah - but she did mention that Monsieur Owner turned her into a car?
[ he has normal amounts of guilt over killing his friends, it's called general emotional stability ]
...A car? I must have missed that.
[ polymorph (prius) ]
Likely something she or Owner did to each other. They were at each other's throats the entire while. Ah—not through any fault of their own! But Lucien's journal, it's enough to make anyone lose their mind.
We were, yes. She went with Owner—he probably... [ closes eyes ] By the time I saw him again, he was barely standing. She did a great deal of damage to him before she died. [ because she was a car ] It must've been a terrible fight.
[ BECAUSE SHE WAS A CAR ]
But frankly, yes—I would sooner see such an accursed tome burnt. It was inhabited by nine... 'philosophers.' Mages. They brought their entire civilization to ruin at the chance to play god.
[HE REALLY IS. That's his hamster son... BUT ALSO, he thinks he is RIGHT and UNBIASED in this.]
Because most people who play god are just normal humans. Monsieur Scien is less of a god than he likes to think, but still more than just an average person. "Playing god" is usually just another term for power grabbing, but Monsieur Scien will never be tempted or swayed by any sort of power. He'd be much easier to understand if he were!
[BUT NO he's a little freak man who could arguably dominate their whole world with his genius, but just spends his time eating bread and doing puzzles and attempting to save the people on this one stinky island.]
[Yeah! He's never known a bias in his life actually. His smile also softens a little at that, and he shakes his head.]
No, he's been like this since before he made himself into a Reliver. [HIS WEIRD BOZO HAMSTER!!] He thinks emotions are useless for totally unrelated reasons! But even when he regains his, he's still the same Monsieur Scien in all of the most important ways.
You believe this, even if you have no proof that he'll never bend to power?
[ even if dahut and scien can be enemies, or friends, or whatever else. as royalty, he can only hope to someday have people who can be so sure of his own virtues. ]
Anyone should be lucky, to inspire that level of faith.
[A FREAKASS RODENT WHO DOESN'T APPRECIATE ALL OF THE HARD WORK DAHUT PUTS IN FOR HIIIIIIIM and yet Dahut still favors him so much.]
I do! I'd stake my life on it, easily. [Though he says it with a playful smile, knowing that a Reliver's word on life or death is inherently worth less.] It's because I've been by his side for sooo long and I know him very well. Especially after meeting him here, I feel more sure than ever! Though I don't really know if it's a matter to feel lucky about, considering this level of faith comes with a lot of struggle. Like having to put up with his bad personality for decades.
[IT REALLY IS BUT LISTEN AT LEAST OPEN THE DOOR FOR HIIIIIIM.]
You're right, he isn't! Just mostly. [HELP. He says it fondly, though. He loves ribbing his hamster but he'll go for the throat when other people start in seriously...] But that's true, too, I think. Unfortunately there's something to be said about the miracles of trauma bonding.
[PHRASE IT DIFFERENTLY EVEN IF THAT ISN'T WRONG. He also just laughs at the last part, a twinkle in his gremlin eye.]
He really puts a lot on my shoulders! It's so rude of him, you know? But it's okay, because I know I can meet his expectations.
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Viktor's really out here fucking suffering at all times. Dahut will take Sidon's hand without pause, though, because he never learns his lesson and knows how to comfort best through fussing and hugging and handholds. Which, speaking of, he gently sandwiches Sidon's paw between his own and gives it a little squeeze.]
I understand what you're saying, but it's still a bit silly... It's hard to give yourself a shot even under the best of circumstances!
[Unless he was planning on Nodding it up and just bashing his head into a rock or something, damn.]
I'll say the same thing I said to Eunhyuk; it's not a burden for me. I'm just be able to help in the ways that I can.
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With a blade, it can be just as quick...!
[ he definitely would've violenced himself to death somehow. but he only really argues because he's feeling guilty, this was objectively the nicest way to die. ]
You already help plenty, Dahut. But... I am grateful. You saved Margaret quite a lot of suffering as well.
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You and Eunhyuk are such messes.
[Both of them reaching for their exacto blades like "YEAH!!!" while everyone else is :man_standing: in the background. He pats Sidon's hand again.]
To be honest, it feels like I don't do much at all... [HE JUST FEEDS PEOPLE AND MERCYKILLS THEM he hates it here.] But! I'm glad for that, at least. She looked like she was in reaaally bad shape. You both did...
[Peering at those red marks, actually, considering he's seen Margaret's.]
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Don't compare me to Eunhyuk...! That man wouldn't know how to stop torturing himself if I ordered him to.
[ SWEET EUNHYUK... ]
You do plenty, Dahut. Even without getting into all the research you do, not everyone could stomach the task of letting their friends go. I know I couldn't. [ he sighs. anyway he knows this but the marks are eyes, flat against his skin like tattoos. they peer back. ] Though we did all go mad at fight each other. Hence all the injury...
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Well, that much is true. [DON'T IMMEDIATELY AGREE. It is such an easy thing to agree to, though...
At the rest of that, though, Dahut just offers a little smile edged with something a bit lingering and sad. But he'll let that part of the topic go to focus on EYES and POSSESSION instead.]
They don't hurt, do they? [THE HAUNTING EYEBALLS.] Mademoiselle Margaret told me a little about what happened... It seems somewhat similar to some of the things from last week, too.
[He doesn't know that possession is a common cyoa trope.]
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As long as we can agree on that much!
[ shaking hands in roasting eunhyuk instead ]
It is similar—this place enjoys toying with our minds enough to hurt each other. [ which he hates, there's some clear guilt in his expression even as he moves the subject. ] The eyes were part of our... lapse in sanity. They do not hurt, but— [ he stares at one for a little too long. shakes himself out of it, speaking lowly, ] they are watching, so be vigilant.
[ THEY AREN'T. OWNER DOXXED IT SO I CAN JUST BRACKETS THAT THEY ARE A LITTLE INSANE STILL. ]
What else did she mention already...?
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I'm glad that they don't hurt, at least, but... [LOOKS AT THE EYE. LOOKS AT SIDON. The way he can't even tell this is just paranoid insanity, he just thinks these eyes are straight up haunted.] ...I'll be sure to keep that in mind.
She didn't talk about much, though. Ah - but she did mention that Monsieur Owner turned her into a car?
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...A car? I must have missed that.
[ polymorph (prius) ]
Likely something she or Owner did to each other. They were at each other's throats the entire while. Ah—not through any fault of their own! But Lucien's journal, it's enough to make anyone lose their mind.
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You must have been separated at some point, then? [GIRL HELP. HOW DOES ONE MISS A CAR TRANSFORMATION. Though he just nods at that...]
It sounds like a very troublesome journal, indeed. Mademoiselle Margaret was worried about the implications for Monsieur Lucien.
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We were, yes. She went with Owner—he probably... [ closes eyes ] By the time I saw him again, he was barely standing. She did a great deal of damage to him before she died. [ because she was a car ] It must've been a terrible fight.
[ BECAUSE SHE WAS A CAR ]
But frankly, yes—I would sooner see such an accursed tome burnt. It was inhabited by nine... 'philosophers.' Mages. They brought their entire civilization to ruin at the chance to play god.
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Cars do a lot of damage. [He would know, he has done damage with a car.] But that does sound horrible...
If that's really his book, he should get rid of it right away! Nothing good ever comes from people who seek to play god.
[Scien is different.]
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Do you think so? Isn't Scien sort of... wasn't he like that?
[ WASN'T HE? ]
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Monsieur Scien is different.
[He just says it.]
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May I ask why? [ just curious ]
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Because most people who play god are just normal humans. Monsieur Scien is less of a god than he likes to think, but still more than just an average person. "Playing god" is usually just another term for power grabbing, but Monsieur Scien will never be tempted or swayed by any sort of power. He'd be much easier to understand if he were!
[BUT NO he's a little freak man who could arguably dominate their whole world with his genius, but just spends his time eating bread and doing puzzles and attempting to save the people on this one stinky island.]
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that leaves him looking ponderous. ]
Is that part of... locking away emotion? Not falling into the temptation of power or desperation or whatever else?
[ the mages in this journal were in it for ego, but he knows it isn't always that simple. sometimes people want to be god for more complex reasons. ]
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No, he's been like this since before he made himself into a Reliver. [HIS WEIRD BOZO HAMSTER!!] He thinks emotions are useless for totally unrelated reasons! But even when he regains his, he's still the same Monsieur Scien in all of the most important ways.
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You believe this, even if you have no proof that he'll never bend to power?
[ even if dahut and scien can be enemies, or friends, or whatever else. as royalty, he can only hope to someday have people who can be so sure of his own virtues. ]
Anyone should be lucky, to inspire that level of faith.
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I do! I'd stake my life on it, easily. [Though he says it with a playful smile, knowing that a Reliver's word on life or death is inherently worth less.] It's because I've been by his side for sooo long and I know him very well. Especially after meeting him here, I feel more sure than ever! Though I don't really know if it's a matter to feel lucky about, considering this level of faith comes with a lot of struggle. Like having to put up with his bad personality for decades.
[SET HIM FREE.]
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He isn't always so bad! [ isn't he...... ] But it's true that you have a bond and faith forged through adversity. It is the strongest, surest kind.
[ which is why so many people here in this hellhole are his close friends now. ]
He obviously puts quite a lot of expectations on you as well. [ never forget w0 party games... ]
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You're right, he isn't! Just mostly. [HELP. He says it fondly, though. He loves ribbing his hamster but he'll go for the throat when other people start in seriously...] But that's true, too, I think. Unfortunately there's something to be said about the miracles of trauma bonding.
[PHRASE IT DIFFERENTLY EVEN IF THAT ISN'T WRONG. He also just laughs at the last part, a twinkle in his gremlin eye.]
He really puts a lot on my shoulders! It's so rude of him, you know? But it's okay, because I know I can meet his expectations.