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04 ☼ spam and voice
[Spam; Throughout the day]
[He isn't a pleasure to be around, while he isn't aggressive, he's quite obviously very grumpy. Expressing displeasure about everything. He never says he hates anything, even if he does. He'll call this foolish, pointless or poorly thought out instead.
He drifts between all the common areas of the Barge. None of the areas seem satisfy him. He's not quite sure what he's after. An outlet, perhaps. He's tired of playing nice. He lingers the longest at the Gym, where he looks at the equipment but doesn't do anything with them, and Library, where he is, at least, slightly more interested. He gathers a few assorted books on Mythology, some books on various methods of propulsion for space travel.]
[Voice; Evening]
I wish to request access to the Enclourse. [the message is curt and despite him calling it a request it sounds a bit like a demand. He's not in the cheeriest of moods.]
[He isn't a pleasure to be around, while he isn't aggressive, he's quite obviously very grumpy. Expressing displeasure about everything. He never says he hates anything, even if he does. He'll call this foolish, pointless or poorly thought out instead.
He drifts between all the common areas of the Barge. None of the areas seem satisfy him. He's not quite sure what he's after. An outlet, perhaps. He's tired of playing nice. He lingers the longest at the Gym, where he looks at the equipment but doesn't do anything with them, and Library, where he is, at least, slightly more interested. He gathers a few assorted books on Mythology, some books on various methods of propulsion for space travel.]
[Voice; Evening]
I wish to request access to the Enclourse. [the message is curt and despite him calling it a request it sounds a bit like a demand. He's not in the cheeriest of moods.]
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A God would be a fool not to love one who believe in him. Foolish gods are not gods. He is fortunate to have your devotion.
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I'm fortunate to have Him.
... Pretty glad he's not asking me to have orgies for him, though. Did you really do that?
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[For a half second, he's caught off guard by the question. Thinking she is asking if he wanted orgies from his followers. He realizes that isn't what she means and hopes his expression lends itself to surprise or embarrassment, rather than a half second of dread.]
Ah... I may have... on occasion. [he clears his throat] Though not after I married. [took a Queen] I preferred her bed. Though that hardly matters now, she is the one who killed me, I believe it's safe to say our relationship is at an end.
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What that mistake was is still lost on me.
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No, I meant... because she killed you and you died. Inmates come here because they die.
... Well, maybe not because; I don't know. They come here when they die.
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[He relaxes his grip on the book.]
This worries you? That we may all be dead?
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[Though Jax telling her he had evidence it wasn't true had thrown her for a loop again. Even more than disliking the idea of being dead, she dislikes the uncertainty of not knowing whether or not she's dead.]
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I am unfortunately very certain of my own death. Where she put the blade was not survivable.
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What do you recall from before you arrived?
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Got beat up. Beaten to death.
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[he considers her for a second.] I have distinct memories of the blade. I felt it go through my ribs as if they were not there. I was still conscious for the few seconds it took for the majority of my torso to be cut in half. I felt it up until my head was sliced open.
Are your memories of similar clarity?
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Not really; I don't-- I blacked out.
[She's remembering not only her own death-- or near-death?-- now, but the countless deaths she dreamed about during that flood. When he talks about being cut in half and having his head cut open, she can imagine all to well what that must have felt like.]
I don't want to talk about this.
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Perhaps I should apologize. You were quite distraught during that fiasco with the dreams. I sincerely hope you caught nothing of what I described in a dream. [His attention returns to his book. He was somewhat sincere in his apology, he would rather no one had his dreams. He has no care how distressing they would be.]
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his expression turns somber.]
You would have heard her telling you that it wasn't good enough. If you saw it specifically.
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But it all kind of runs together.
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[He closes one of his books, marking the page.] Might I ask what year it was before you came here?
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