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.:October Fun Times:.
Who ⬤ Ganymede and Co.
What ⬤ Some dungeon crawling, living the dream! You name it.
When ⬤ 10/6 for the first dungeon. Who knows for the rest...
Where ⬤ Courageous Retuning Two Wings, Fine Wine, Gany's McMansion
Content Warnings ⬤ WHOOPS cw kidnapping, captivity warnings now. alongside transphobia, child abuse, elements of suicide (suicidal ideation, self-harm, etc.) i also guess there's nsfw now with pretty dark themes for the most recent one so watch your step LMFAO (re: dubcon)
[ You've got mail.
...It's been awhile, hasn't it? But neither single one of you can say that this wasn't an unfamiliar sight.
Still, the reunion for dungeon-running is anything but a less than happy one, no? ]
RESULTS: Here!
What ⬤ Some dungeon crawling, living the dream! You name it.
When ⬤ 10/6 for the first dungeon. Who knows for the rest...
Where ⬤ Courageous Retuning Two Wings, Fine Wine, Gany's McMansion
Content Warnings ⬤ WHOOPS cw kidnapping, captivity warnings now. alongside transphobia, child abuse, elements of suicide (suicidal ideation, self-harm, etc.) i also guess there's nsfw now with pretty dark themes for the most recent one so watch your step LMFAO (re: dubcon)
[ You've got mail.
...It's been awhile, hasn't it? But neither single one of you can say that this wasn't an unfamiliar sight.
Still, the reunion for dungeon-running is anything but a less than happy one, no? ]
RESULTS: Here!
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Ganymede brings his own knees close to himself, leaning his head a bit more forward so he make sound in the water to bring up small bubbles. Though he is also looking at Michel as he's lying in the warm water, and brings his head back up again. ]
Now you sound like a baby.
I'm here because of you. If you fell and crack your head open on the floor like an egg, I'd hate that. Also, I need to wash up.
[ Ganymede is really not going to bother hiding what he thinks on the matter, even if it will definitely not help Michel's surly not-surliness. ]
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[ Hate that. If Gorre has been somehow lured into speaking again, he's going to selectively fixate on only the parts that warrant a response. He's too tired, but he's otherwise certainly not above damaging himself to get more data.
That's right. That had been his plan before he was distracted. He knows in what regard Ganymede holds this body. He opens one eye again, just a little, to look across at him. ]
You still owe me a confession.
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[ Ganymede splashes water childishly over at Michel, because he can't believe the question being asked his way. Imagining Michel lying down with his head cracked open and in a pool of blood...
No thanks. ]
A confession to what? I already gave you one of those. Unless you want another one? Aren't you being a little greedy?
[ His words earlier...when Michel prodded him at an answer, choking him. That was his confession. He can't believe this guy right now.
Well, that is another reason why he's splashing water at him, actually. ]
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Gorre sighs and closes his eyes again. Tired. So much data, and so much exertion for it. This body needs food but his mind feels overstuffed, uncomfortable. It's going to be a bit before he's willing to move. ]
You've stayed here long enough to owe me several.
[ If even Gorre's synapses briefly considers whether he should count each time Ganymede's come here as warranting a separate confession... it's only machine logic. ]
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But hey, isn't he the one who was doing the overstuffing not that long ago...anyway. He continues to flick water at Michel again for his greediness. ]
Only one confession per stay. I think even you're bound by logic. Probably?
You're not really too much of a logical person like this, actually...
[ Ganymede says, logically. ]
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Your lack of understanding is not a flaw in my logic.
[ Gorre endures the water being splashed at him for another moment before he sighs and finally begins to stir again. He's just going to finish washing himself briskly, or as briskly as his low energy levels allow. At least he's not sticky anymore. ]
Have you nowhere else to be?
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Your logic isn't flawless, though?
[ Ganymede has been washing himself too in the middle of this. Or something. He brings out a bar of soap he scooped from maybe a guild bathroom to do it properly, it's fine. ]
What do you mean? I'm still cleaning up. Then, I have to eat, and make sure you eat too.
[ Crying. ]
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[ Not a single computer-literate human here. Gorre lets out a sigh and begins wringing out his hair. The warm water at least is easing his tired muscles. He could do without the necessity of a physical body entirely, if given the choice. ]
Go back and do those things at your own home. Or one of your guilds. Or anywhere but here.
[ Not that grumbling is increasing his menace, when he still can't banish Ganymede yet... ]
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[ There are holes in his logic, complete or not complete. Inconsistencies which mean that what he has to say have flaws.
He ducks his head underwater before poking it above the surface of the bath again, splashing water everywhere as he shakes his head. ]
We still have to eat together first.
[ Ganymede insists, stubbornly. ]
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[ He eyes Ganymede askance as he finally steps out of the bath, moving to dry himself and finally put his proper costume back on. In the dim glow of the candles, the flickering light masks the tiny patches of skin low on his back that have become just slightly translucent, with the faintest movement of phantom flames within. He turns away, hair curtaining the glimpse again. ]
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[ So. How much is he willing to concede to that?
Ganymede watches Michel dress and he squints at the ghost-like appearance of part of his skin. Perhaps? But, he always has had wonderful sight.
He slips out of the bath, and finds something to dry himself off too before rolling his hair up into a bun or something after draining the wetness from his hair. Then, he equips on some clothing. ]
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Hm. He drifts tiredly back through another door, to the hidden bedroom. Not in particularly better repair than the rest of the haunted house: old, and worn, and probably haunted. He makes a straight path towards the bed and burrows himself into the covers there. It's not like he cares if he eats here... ]
If you stay, and do not kill me at this opportunity, the blood of every person I hurt or kill after this is equally on your hands.
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Unbelievable that he refuses to answer when he can't make it sound like he'll be able to spin it a certain way. He is onto him!!
Of course he follows him into the bedroom. Par for the course, perhaps, though as he slips onto the bed (finally, his sore and aching body says), he gives Michel a look too.
He gets out more prepared food. ]
'Thank you for ensuring this body consumes food, Ganymede. You the best', is what you meant to say, right?
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[ One sarcastic eye peeks sideways at Ganymede. But he will grudgingly push himself back up to reach for the food.
Fine. Give. He does, unfortunately, require this. And it lets him save the rest in his inventory for later need. ]
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[ Ganymede asks, tone also appropriately sarcastic. He can't believe this man is trying to phrase his words still in a way that are pointed and menacing. Just give up the ghost (heh) already!
Anyway, good, he will hand it over to him, and also bring out food of his own to begin eating. While also under the covers. It's fine.
They're (VERY questionably) domestic like this. ]
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[ He's enough like Michel to not protest food in his bed, anyway. He glances sidelong at Ganymede, but finally begins grudgingly to eat. With this energy, at least he'll be able to banish people again if he wishes to.
Absolutely domestic. Welcome to Ganymede's romcom with a murder AI... ]
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[ Ganymede asks, a fork being held delicately in his fingers, pointing at him before he allows himself to consume some more food. Probably one of the first dishes he ever prepared here...involving copious amounts of cheese and tomatoes. One might mistake it for an Italian dish, mayhaps.
Enjoy your home-cooked Mediterranean food (thank god he can remember how to cook those from making them so many times in Fragment!!), Michel. ]
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[ He raises an eyebrow a tiny bit at that rude fork pointing. Threat...? Ah, but he recalls some tangential piece of information. A wealthy family... These are the kinds of gestures used for emphasis, contempt. Reasonable enough.
This is not in any way impeding his enjoyment of the homecooked food, though. He curls a little protectively around his dish, and his stomach rumbles a tiny bit. Defective wiring... ]
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You can't just be like 'I said something' and are now like 'actually I lied'. It doesn't work like that.
[ Ganymede doing this subconsciously, hecking crying. He does notice the other curl protectively around his food, though, and his expression softens. ]
...If you want more, after you're done with that, I can give extra.
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[ He's giving Ganymede as faintly incredulous a look as can be managed around a very dignified mouthful of tomato and cheese. But he does perk up very slightly in unmistakable interest at that offer. ]
How many?
[ That's almost like "yes, please," right. ]
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I really can't believe you. Now that you said things like that, it definitely can't be taken back. Just so you know that your whole thing of 'blah blah you only see things the way you want to' doesn't hold much water anymore because of how absurd it sounds in the face of this.
[ But, well, at least none of them sound or look very dignified either. ]
Um...I have at least four separate plates. So, whatever is reasonable, I guess. I don't want to turn you into a balloon or something. Then again some extra weight would probably be good for you.
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[ But he's preoccupied with his food, very not-foolishly. Though he does give Ganymede's little puffed cheek face a slow stare of consideration. And he calculates... how many more days does he need to complete his tranformation? ]
...Then, all four. His data says that it should not be lethal to go at least seven days without food. But this body performs very poorly after only a day without it.
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Just that whatever logic you're using is. Like right now. Also this has nothing to do with being hollow? What kind of leap did you manage to get there?
[ Unbelievable that he is thinking of transformation in the middle of DINNER. ]
That's because human bodies need a certain amount of meals every day. Here, put this into your inventory.
[ He takes out the four dishes and hands them over. Maybe he should send dishes to the tower too just to make sure or something, later on. ]
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[ Will an aphorism here be sufficient? When he's so persistent in his misunderstanding? Gorre gives him a vexed look over his food. ]
...Yes. It is an inconvenient limitation.
[ He takes those dishes quickly, before Ganymede can retract the boffer, and stores them away... still thinking of his transformation. Sorry, Ganymede. ]
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[ Ganymede isn't going to let him go easy with this one. ]
You should still say thank you, by the way. It really wouldn't kill you to use manners, would it?
[ Maybe he should pinch his cheek or nose for good measure because he's thinking real hard about that!! ]
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