WEEK 13 - I can't lie to you about your chances, but you have my sympathies.

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (13)

sunday (41) survivors Something in the air breaks, shattering from deep within space itself - and to accompany that sensation is a psychic scream. The ship shakes, coming to a screeching halt as a bright light explodes outside it. It pulses, not unlike a heartbeat, that crawls and crawls along at a slow, grueling pace. The last illusion has been broken, the last mental tie severed and crushed. You've done well up until now, and you can reap the benefits of Her labor; the dead walk among you, after all, and as Her scream rings out, a burst of energy shoots through the residents of the Pygmalion. It's clearly a desperate bid, but it doesn't root itself in place. Instead, you feel lighter than ever - Her attempt to claim you has only unraveled the string that kept you in place. The 40% limit has been lifted, and you are at full capacity. The chains have been broken. Go freely, heroes. taken list profiles private conversations setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

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[thanatosincarnate]

{ He'll elect to move to lean against a wall, crossing his arms, and he'll nod at Dorian's greeting but he's never been one for proper greetings. So. }

Then I'd wind up claiming they're simply ignorant and likely offending everyone of those from that supposed 'Circle' of yours in the process.

{ As always he's eloquent (not) in his wording. }

How far along have you managed to get with what you're working on?

[tevinteriscoming]

Oh, don't you worry, I've offended them plenty. They are all well and truly offended, and any additional offense would simply be excessive, I think.

[He still can't quite grasp at Arumat's intentions here. That was rather complimentary and not, he thinks, entirely earned. Is Arumat here to get in his good graces, to mend fences, or maybe to snub the Bull by appearing to do so? No, the latter he thinks by force of habit, but doesn't sound like Arumat, really.]

Nearly done, I think. Won't know until I can test it, and can't test it until we'll need it. I'd had it finished earlier, but something occurred to me and I wanted to make some adjustments. Temporal magic can be a finicky thing.

Speaking of it. You were there, in my illusion, weren't you? Thank you, that was good of you.

[thanatosincarnate]

Maybe it'll be what they deserve.

{ Arumat does little to restrain the fact it likely came off as intense...it's a quality that hasn't diminished, even now. Although he'll unfold his arms, continuing to observe, and he'll try to contemplate his next words carefully but it's apparent by a slight look of apprehension that he's not expecting thanks.

He usually doesn't know what to do with it—and he's not sure how to proceed 'correctly' with this conversation he intended to have. }

I didn't do it out of some stupid sense of charity or anything 'nice' like that—I just happened to find myself making my way there by coincidence. In fact, the only reason why I'm standing here in the first place was so we could have a proper face-to-face conversation before this all ends. That crap over text isn't a way to finish things as is.

... Your welcome, anyway.

[tevinteriscoming]

Could be. Can't say I'm in the habit of knowing what people deserve.

[He listens, nodding, a small smile tugging the corner of his lips as Arumat explains he was only there by coincidence. All right, buddy, if you say so. It's such an Arumat thing, to shrug off gratitude as though it had been intended as an insult.]

Good. I quite agree. How is it you'd like to finish things?

[thanatosincarnate]

Hmph.

{ ... Yeah, that's pretty much him most of the time.

If Dorian weren't a mage he'd propose some kind of ridiculous fist-to-fist fight as a way for them to truly 'settle/finish' things. Just like he had planned on doing with Frankenstein, but it matters little now, so time to try not to be socially inept. }

Good question—maybe a short discussion for one part. You bothered to approach me last time, even when you didn't have to. I still questioned your intentions at that time, yet... I think I'd like to hear it from you. What made you come forward like that?

[tevinteriscoming]

I hardly know how to answer that question.

[He seems a little surprised by it, honestly.]

There are decisions here that I've made that I'm not proud of. I don't want to bore you with excuses or philosophical meanderings. Ultimately, I suppose I felt it right that you know that I know that your life mattered. It wasn't something to take lightly.

I'm often poor at expressing such sentiments; insouciant to the point of disrespect and insincere. But there are things in which I would like to try to be better.