baals | 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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

baals

I have always preferred less. Only a few are truly important.

[He turns the book so she can see the part about orgies.] A shame this tradition was lost in the ages. [He knows how to joke sometimes.]

From:

tucky

I just like it when they're given to you straight, whatever they are.

[She likes feeling like she knows what to believe.

She leans in to look, then raises her eyebrows.]

Shit. Seriously?

From:

baals

It was believed to please God and bring about the rains if the land had been dry. [There's some laughter in his voice. He may have seeded clouds to make it rain a couple times... just for entertainment value, if nothing else.]

From:

tucky

Oh.

... Pretty sure that's not a part of what I believe.

[She chuckles, a little incredulously. Orgies for God; that is definitely a new one for her.]

From:

baals

And what do you believe? [he nods to her books]

From:

tucky

I believe...

[She runs a hand over one of the Bibles, reverently.]

I just believe in Him. I believe He loves me.

From:

baals

[He nods accepting that and maybe feeling a little bit jealous.]

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.

From:

tucky

[That makes her smile. She likes having her beliefs confirmed, and she likes to be told that she matters. Being told that she matters to God is even better.]

I'm fortunate to have Him.

... Pretty glad he's not asking me to have orgies for him, though. Did you really do that?

From:

baals

[Yep, that does feel like jealousy. He pushes that down, it won't help his situation right now.]

[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.

From:

tucky

... Damn. That's cold. Is that how you ended up here?

From:

baals

It is the last thing I remember before arriving, yes. [his jaw is clenched and he is gripping his book hard enough to bend it slightly. some unresolved issues.] I believe the reason I was brought here to be entirely different. A mistake made not with her.

What that mistake was is still lost on me.

From:

tucky

[She shakes her head, expression growing more somber.]

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.

From:

baals

Being dead or near death does seem to be a requirement.

[He relaxes his grip on the book.]

This worries you? That we may all be dead?

From:

tucky

Of course it does. But I've... you know. Accepted it.

[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.]

From:

baals

You do not sound entirely certain.

I am unfortunately very certain of my own death. Where she put the blade was not survivable.

From:

tucky

Almost everyone says I died, so I guess I must've died.

From:

baals

[He glances up from his book.]

What do you recall from before you arrived?

From:

tucky

[She looks down as he looks up.]

Got beat up. Beaten to death.

From:

baals

Being beaten to death would take considerable time unless you were attacked by someone much larger.

[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?

From:

tucky

[She shakes her head again, hard.]

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.

From:

baals

As you wish. [Her reaction told him more than enough]

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.]

From:

tucky

I did. Don't know if they were yours, but I saw stuff like that.

From:

baals

[That's somewhat reassuring. Perhaps he should show some concern and learn more. Or--

his expression turns somber.]

You would have heard her telling you that it wasn't good enough. If you saw it specifically.