I'd like to argue that it wasn't stealing, but I guess it is. I wanted to hold onto it for a moment until I could decipher it and see what it was all about.
Ended up with auditory hallucinations and other personally unpleasant things. Or I guess in your case, I could just call them otherworldly whispers.
Where I'm from, the gods are endangered by a force that wants them destroyed. And I suppose we have been given the task of saving them, something I do not relish. The only one of us who truly believed in them died in their service, and they seem not to have cared a bit. For my own reasons, I'll stay in the fight, but I don't think much of their whims.
[so relatable.]
Hmm. Then maybe it's more important than it seems? I assumed these were all just aesthetic considerations.
[she sounds like she believes him in the sense that it hasn't even occurred to her to question this.]
Oh, yes. My dear friend Imogen has always had the most terrible ominous dreams, before she learned they were messages. Really, such an intrusive way of communicating.
Understandable. I don't like being manipulated by powers who mean to use me, either. They'll chew through people and they won't care at all, won't they?
...Pretty much. That's what I think most people misunderstand about the Old Gods. That by gaining access to their powers, they're "favoured" by them.
They only want to see what they want, like watching ants spiral around a drop of sugar even if they exhaust themselves, get trampled, or whatever else...
[she does agree with this quite a lot. it's nice to hear it, even.]
As I said. My friend was one of those "favoured" ones. The god who chose him - she did nothing to help him when he died. She didn't acknowledge him, or mourn him, whatsoever. His death was so... inconsequential to her. And she is one of the good ones.
Fresh Cut Grass. [what a name.] His was a very unusual life, and sometimes he made me quite angry, but I don't like to see someone's faith wasted like that.
[ NOOO NOT FCG!! But also yeah ICly it takes him a solid minute to realise this is a name. ]
Oh. [ Well, that's incredibly memorable at least. ] ...Yeah, I can agree with that. Some people aren't the easiest to get along with, but most deserve some level of baseline respect. For what they do, anyway.
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I'd like to argue that it wasn't stealing, but I guess it is. I wanted to hold onto it for a moment until I could decipher it and see what it was all about.
Ended up with auditory hallucinations and other personally unpleasant things. Or I guess in your case, I could just call them otherworldly whispers.
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[but she nods at the advice.]
I don't mind an otherworldly whisper now and again, but I don't see any need to mess with that thing.
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The book is back in place because I was compelled to return it.
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[so relatable.]
Hmm. Then maybe it's more important than it seems? I assumed these were all just aesthetic considerations.
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[ That's so funny, kind of similar hat in a way but Daan isn't privy into all that. Nobody is, so he can't make much of a comment there. ]
Personally, I think that sounds about right where gods are concerned...
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Festival of Termina. That strange man... a servant of the Moon God wanted us to kill everyone else to win it.
I'm telling you that because I think you'd at least consider believing that that really happened.
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But yes, otherwise, that seems standard. Who is "us" in this story?
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[ The prison part is probably fine, but god eater... ]
Just all the unfortunate souls in the city at the time of the Festival's beginning.
No links... no correlation. Just...
All bad timing.
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Yeah.
Through a dream...
[ He seems to be gauging how much Laudna believes him here, whether she'll just dismiss this as being as batshit as it obviously sounds. ]
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Oh, yes. My dear friend Imogen has always had the most terrible ominous dreams, before she learned they were messages. Really, such an intrusive way of communicating.
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...
Nobody's had a strange dream here yet, have they?
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The circumstances haven't been inspiring, to say the least.
[ Sounding just a little defeated, in an utterly miserable way. ]
I hope it won't. I'm really done with all of this.
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They only want to see what they want, like watching ants spiral around a drop of sugar even if they exhaust themselves, get trampled, or whatever else...
...
This is grim, isn't it?
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[she does agree with this quite a lot. it's nice to hear it, even.]
As I said. My friend was one of those "favoured" ones. The god who chose him - she did nothing to help him when he died. She didn't acknowledge him, or mourn him, whatsoever. His death was so... inconsequential to her. And she is one of the good ones.
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I'm sorry to hear all that.
...What was his name?
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Oh. [ Well, that's incredibly memorable at least. ] ...Yeah, I can agree with that. Some people aren't the easiest to get along with, but most deserve some level of baseline respect. For what they do, anyway.
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[he said so many ominous things. also, she doesn't really want to talk about fcg. she's still mad at him.]
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Hard to find someone who hasn't, really.
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[ominous is fine, all she cares about is if they're being ominous because they think she's a monster and should die. if not, that's fine, probably.]
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No, I... I need answers. At least.
[ Narrator voice, he, in fact, dwells on it. ]
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Why it happened.
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