Catch-all: Emet-Selch

[ercnerd]

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Week 0: Monday

[ercnerd]

[In the storage room, Sieghart eyes the wall of hanging marionettes with an incredulous smile.]

Talk about poor taste in dolls . . . Who made these?

[ktiseos]

Someone with a poor sense of humor, as well.

[he's avoiding touching any of the marionettes, hanging back with his arms folded.]

What do you think is the meaning of this?

[ercnerd]

How should I know what goes on in a villain's mind?

[Sieghart is not as far back, but wary still.]

But if I had to guess, it can't be anything good.

[ktiseos]

'Tis merely a mockery, I should think.

[what are some puppets going to do to them.]

[ercnerd]

[That's still bad!]

What a waste. Jokes are supposed to be funny.

[ktiseos]

I suggest we leave, then, as this is not to either of our tastes.

[except i assume they can't just leave or there'd be no point to these terrible rooms messing with us, so he turns to do that, and-- nope.]

What-?

[ercnerd]

[Sieghart turns around at the confusion.]

What's wrong?

[The answer, however, is pretty evidence.]

So we have to do something in order to leave? Great. This just keeps on getting better.

[ktiseos]

Ridiculous. I refuse to-- toy with these playthings.

[it's just weird, okay!]

[ercnerd]

Hmm . . .

[He turns back around to face the marionettes, then walks up to the one with his own likeness.]

I'm not interested in playing with dolls, but maybe we're supposed to engage with them somehow. Should I go ahead and touch this one?

week 0: saturday

[ktiseos]

[idk where sieghart is, you tell me jae

but wherever it is, emet-selch will come by, though his sword is no longer present on his back. an indication he's not here to do anything, maybe.]

-Are you willing to speak? Or able, should that be the case.

[ercnerd]

[He's in jail at camp—specifically, the lower bunk of the bed, facing the bars.]

I haven't had trouble so far . . . [He trails off, pausing, then shakes his head.] What do you want to know?

[ktiseos]

...why, primarily.

[ercnerd]

In short . . . there was a shadow.

[ktiseos]

What manner of shadow-- one weighing upon you more metaphorically? Or somewhat more literal?

[ercnerd]

I know better than to let my own shadow engulf me. It was an external entity—one that used my impulses against me.

[ktiseos]

You would claim it was not of your own volition, then-- or that your desires were twisted, in some manner, to make it so.

[thanks he hates the sound of that

...but he likes it better than if sieg just decided to go kill a girl, so.]

[ercnerd]

[If someone else were in his place, he'd plead the latter. Compulsions are a terrible thing that spit on a person's autonomy. But the blood that stains one's hands isn't so easy to wash away.]

I won't pretend that I'm above what I've done in the past few days . . . But I believe that life's too precious to treat this way.

Week 6: Monday

[ercnerd]

[Now that he's out of that dreadfully dark mausoleum, Sieghart wanders into the kitchen for a bite. Cooking is one thing, but eating Souji's snacks with a single arm is easy. He pops a dango into his mouth and is in the process of grabbing a drink when he, sensing that he's no longer alone, looks over his shoulder.

He's got enough manners to swallow before he says anything.]

Hey. Here for a drink?

[ktiseos]

-Not quite. I do not tend to drink.

[he's a boring person, sorry, sieghart.]

Were you healed properly?

[ercnerd]

[Not even water? That's not healthy.]

Thanks to Bucky and Virgo, I'm in top form.

[Stepping aside, he stands by the counter with a glass of water. Faint scars line his left jaw and right hand; there's nothing open to be seen.]

[ktiseos]

[water and caffeine are allowed.]

Good. 'Tis strange that we should be capable of injury, after our deaths, but-- at the least, we are not left incapable of resolving it.

[ercnerd]

Is it that strange? I saw plenty of dead souls suffer injuries back at the Underworld.

[ktiseos]

Then your Underworld must be far different from the one I know. It is odd to me that we should still possess a form at all.

[ercnerd]

That seems to be the case for most.

[People are usually in such awe or confusion of having bodies when they wake up in these areas. Though . . . ]

Bodies don't mean much to your kind after death, do they?

[ktiseos]

They do not, no. Living beings from my star dissipate into their composite aether upon death-- we do not leave corpses behind.