[ thank you for politeness. some of yall are so terrible.
as he steps in, at first there's nothing, just more silence. and then the sound of slithering scales, and the candles flicker again - and a voice from seemingly nowhere:]
the sound of a giant snake(?) is not exactly welcoming, but he just parks himself still, gaze fidgeting about the room to see who—if anyone—is around. ]
Do... Do you have time to speak with me? I have a request.
[ it's a little like talking to the building itself. which is odd. but at this point, he just goes along with odd, settling down onto the floor cushion. ]
Thank you.
[ he shifts uncomfortably. not because he's scared, but because that's who he is as a person. ]
You're not mad at us, are you? For the uh— [ puns ] wordplay?
[ it is a bit like talking to the building, which is probably what it feels like when there's a sort of. shift of amusement in all the candles at once. ]
No. [ ... ] Perhaps the decision was a little rash. But I didn't have any idea what it meant, and by the time it had been explained to me, I found the whole thing rather embarrassing.
[Silence? And then after a moment, a figure walks in? It's humanoid (ish), but still has the pink feathers flickering over the edges of the shadowy goo.]
[ steel is a little intimidating in appearance, but does his best not to look away. ]
...Last time, that emotion I felt—your emotion? Truthfully, it's something I'd never quite experienced before. [ the resolve to make a decision in which no course of action will be bloodless. it's familiar, but not quite the same as the shape of his own resolve. he's not a ruthless person. steel's words on their profile strike a strange chord with him. ] I didn't understand it. Maybe I'm hoping that I'll gain some insight if I try again.
[ They seem to consider this for a moment, and then lift an arm out - the pink color slowly moving across the shadow - and hold it there. Maybe a little awkward, like they aren't quite sure what to do with it. ]
[ As he touches the pink, it feels like ... an unshakeable will. The pain of the loss will only embolden you, make you stronger, knit softness into scar tissue. You must become a pillar. Steel. Unyielding.
And then it's gone, because Steel has moved their arm away.]
[ he's no stranger to taking pain and forging it into resolve, but this feeling is a step beyond. his hand hovers there for a second before falling to his chin in thought. ]
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as he steps in, at first there's nothing, just more silence. and then the sound of slithering scales, and the candles flicker again - and a voice from seemingly nowhere:]
Yes?
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the sound of a giant snake(?) is not exactly welcoming, but he just parks himself still, gaze fidgeting about the room to see who—if anyone—is around. ]
Do... Do you have time to speak with me? I have a request.
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I have time.
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Thank you.
[ he shifts uncomfortably. not because he's scared, but because that's who he is as a person. ]
You're not mad at us, are you? For the uh— [ puns ] wordplay?
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No. [ ... ] Perhaps the decision was a little rash. But I didn't have any idea what it meant, and by the time it had been explained to me, I found the whole thing rather embarrassing.
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It's no big deal anyway. But maybe you should try playing on words yourself? You'll see why it's fun to pun.
[ no ]
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I just don't know that pointing out that one word sounds slightly like another is so amusing a joke.
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Oh? I'd love to hear a poem. Do you write haiku? [ comedy haiku?? ]
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. . . Off the top of my head? With no time to prepare?
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Hm... I guess we can take a rain check. But I have high expectations, Steel-san.
[ this is why i die week 1 ]
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A competition then.
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But I'm not much of a poet, and I already know it...
[ either way, he feels less tense now. ]
A—Anyway, I promise I didn't come here just to test your vocabulary. [ (And your patience.) ]
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[ They don't seem that impatient at the moment, at least. ]
Then you came here ... out of curiousity?
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Well... yes and no?
[ it is curiosity, but it's also a request. ]
I was wondering if I could [ ....... ] ...touch your feathers again?
[ hopefully that sounds less creepy aloud than it does in his head. ]
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Touch ... my feathers?
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[ he sits up very straight, rigid. ]
When you flew us to the temple, it was like... I could feel something through your feathers. It was something akin to—determination?
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[ They sound like they don't quite understand the request, but aren't exactly unwilling, either? He is asking politely. ]
I do not always have the feathers, as you say. But if you are asking, then it must be for a reason, so I suppose I can accommodate it this once.
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Thank you. I do have my reasons. ...You might find them silly, but I still appreciate it.
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And what silly reasons are these?
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...Last time, that emotion I felt—your emotion? Truthfully, it's something I'd never quite experienced before. [ the resolve to make a decision in which no course of action will be bloodless. it's familiar, but not quite the same as the shape of his own resolve. he's not a ruthless person. steel's words on their profile strike a strange chord with him. ] I didn't understand it. Maybe I'm hoping that I'll gain some insight if I try again.
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[ They seem to consider this for a moment, and then lift an arm out - the pink color slowly moving across the shadow - and hold it there. Maybe a little awkward, like they aren't quite sure what to do with it. ]
Will this do?
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...Only one way to find out?
[ and then he reaches out, stubbornly working through the very mutual awkwardness as he rests his hand against the patches of pink there. ]
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And then it's gone, because Steel has moved their arm away.]
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[ he's no stranger to taking pain and forging it into resolve, but this feeling is a step beyond. his hand hovers there for a second before falling to his chin in thought. ]
These are your feelings, right?
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Something like that. Or a manifestation of the color, which ... in a sense, is my feelings.