anyway diluc is just. taken aback by the sudden whirlwind of violent images. he blinks, and the last traces of darkness and lantern light recede from his vision.
he frowns at owner, posture tense. ]
...Please explain.
[ he'll look to owner's hands, to see if he's carrying his lantern. ]
...Exactly what manner of inn do you run? Why are your 'guests' so hostile towards you, and what have they done to warrant that... curse in the first place?
[ there's so much context he's missing... his frown doesn't subside, but he's trying not to leap to conclusions. (that usually does not end well for him.) ]
Well, their hostility is their business that I should not really speak about.
However, his body is not like that because of a curse. He is just like that. My gift to him was simply... helping him realize his situation, and giving him a way to interact with humans. He lived in ignorance before that.
So he isn't human, turned monster. But some other manner of being to begin with.
[ perhaps it would be harsh to call someone a 'monster' right out the gate, though that is the general nomenclature for someone with an exposed ribcage where a fully-fleshed torso should be. ]
No, he uses curses. It's an ability that runs in his family, but there are plenty of people here who have special abilities but are still considered human.
[ well no, he still isn't sure what to make of all that, or of owner. he knows the most unassuming of them can always be a danger, but even so, he would not have guessed the full extent of that potential threat.
...anyway, maybe something about vengeance triggers a memory of his own. this is what owner will see:
your father dies because he dared to defy the gods, and wielded a heretic power at a severe cost. you do not know how he obtained it, and you did not know he had it to begin with. he dies in unbearable agony, and you take his life with your own two hands to free him from it. you can feel as he stills in your arms, as he draws his final breath.
blood continues to bloom across his waistcoat. rain falls.
...
...
you leave your home for the next three years, hunting the reason behind your father's death.
you see flashes of masked faces, mangled screams, and ashes. endless battles in the wilderness, stronghold after enemy stronghold laid to waste. you are angry and you tear down whatever stands in the way between yourself and a truth you may never reach. you lose the last of your teenage years to this violence, and emerge into young adulthood drenched in blood.
your actions finally catch up to you. you lie bleeding out, finally bested in combat after years of unchecked furor.
and then, a figure approaches.
...the scene fades, as do your aching wounds. your anger festers, but eventually, that too is extinguished, replaced by a sense of burning purpose. ]
...Don't worry about it. I'm sure I wasn't supposed to peer into your memories, either.
[ his own are old enough at least, that they're easier to recover from. though, diluc still looks a bit tense, and it becomes readily apparent he'd rather focus on owner instead. ]
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week 3, monday
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15. ]
... perhaps I should just stay in my room?
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francy wtf?
hello?
nani da fukko?
hello?
franCY????
anyway diluc is just. taken aback by the sudden whirlwind of violent images. he blinks, and the last traces of darkness and lantern light recede from his vision.
he frowns at owner, posture tense. ]
...Please explain.
[ he'll look to owner's hands, to see if he's carrying his lantern. ]
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but the lantern is not with him, at least. ]
Which part, exactly, Diluc-sama?
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[ there's so much context he's missing... his frown doesn't subside, but he's trying not to leap to conclusions. (that usually does not end well for him.) ]
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However, his body is not like that because of a curse. He is just like that. My gift to him was simply... helping him realize his situation, and giving him a way to interact with humans. He lived in ignorance before that.
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So he isn't human, turned monster. But some other manner of being to begin with.
[ perhaps it would be harsh to call someone a 'monster' right out the gate, though that is the general nomenclature for someone with an exposed ribcage where a fully-fleshed torso should be. ]
...Do you have human guests in your inn?
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I do, yes. The other young man that you saw, the one who attacked me, is fully human.
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[ a question for the ages. ]
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[ well no, he still isn't sure what to make of all that, or of owner. he knows the most unassuming of them can always be a danger, but even so, he would not have guessed the full extent of that potential threat.
...anyway, maybe something about vengeance triggers a memory of his own. this is what owner will see:
your father dies because he dared to defy the gods, and wielded a heretic power at a severe cost. you do not know how he obtained it, and you did not know he had it to begin with. he dies in unbearable agony, and you take his life with your own two hands to free him from it. you can feel as he stills in your arms, as he draws his final breath.
blood continues to bloom across his waistcoat. rain falls.
...
...
you leave your home for the next three years, hunting the reason behind your father's death.
you see flashes of masked faces, mangled screams, and ashes. endless battles in the wilderness, stronghold after enemy stronghold laid to waste. you are angry and you tear down whatever stands in the way between yourself and a truth you may never reach. you lose the last of your teenage years to this violence, and emerge into young adulthood drenched in blood.
your actions finally catch up to you. you lie bleeding out, finally bested in combat after years of unchecked furor.
and then, a figure approaches.
...the scene fades, as do your aching wounds. your anger festers, but eventually, that too is extinguished, replaced by a sense of burning purpose. ]
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well, there really is nothing like a tragic death to send someone down an even more tragic path. ]
Diluc-sama... I apologize for seeing something so private.
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[ his own are old enough at least, that they're easier to recover from. though, diluc still looks a bit tense, and it becomes readily apparent he'd rather focus on owner instead. ]
...Have you been able to protect your secret?
[ whatever that is. ]
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the question makes him smile. ]
Yes. Even if it got revealed in one of these, I am not sure if anyone would realize the significance of it.
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[ he thinks. he'd rather not have his dirty laundry aired everywhere thanks very much. (too LATE!) ]
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This week really has been more of a headache than most though.
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...It has. I feel almost foolish for resenting the past weeks.
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[ ... ]
Possibly.
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[ shakes in w4 GET ME OUTTA HERE ]