I would rather not learn what happens when a haunted object gets eaten. All the possibilities are deeply unpleasant, Palamedes. [some are funny though, in a very gross way.
this is exactly why pal is a catch, despite damn well everything that mouth emotion is met with fondness. if he only had the dead news he'd probably encourage immediate further experimentation.
unfortunately the real news is the sky news, and means he's putting off very professional purple hand and mouth experiments for the time being.] As far as I can gather I tapped into a very dangerous, likely sentient power, made a desperate experiment of using it and shimmer to modify my body and received fascinating results at first. I ran for the first time in my life, it was-
I was careless. I thought the only danger would be to myself, and I was already doomed. I pushed then Sky came in when I thought she would be at home, and when she tried to save me it devoured her whole. There was nothing left but ash and this hand.
[again said fairly calmly, resigned. shockingly the emotions are pretty intense in self loathing and despair. part of him is still and quiet, like waiting for judgment to pass, because he will always trust pal to be upfront when others would flounder.]
Spoilsport. [But okay, okay, he won't fill the house with haunted toys. He promises.
Anyway, here's this... news, and he continues idly picking at some pod pieces while Viktor explains. There's a bittersweetness to the first half, he can't help but think, before the flood of much more profoundly negative emotions takes over. That... is— wack, a sentient power that eats people and also shimmer, and where is that shimmer vial they keep bouncing around throwing back into the sea now—?
Well, first things first. Palamedes presses another kiss against Viktor's temple, quietly thoughtful.]
Careless mistakes happen. I can't absolve you of this one, but I can give you an ear for... all this. [This, gesturing in a little circle at Viktor, broadly - all those feelings that are loud and clear.] And I'm sorry, for what happened to her.
[What is the life lesson here, lock doors? Do magic experiments at home? Hmm.]
Well— you know I don't believe in platitudes, but I do believe in memory. That is, if you wanted to do something for her. I don't honestly know what people do with... non-bones.
[necromancers. anyway, they could buy an urn? to be symbolic?]
[have a pat on the hand- sorry for ruining your haunted house dreams.
the lack of immediate condemnation eases him a touch, though it makes his guilt spike too. he's self aware enough to understand overly drawn out self flagellation will help exactly no one but it's still a difficult instinct to kick.]
I spread her ashes where I used to see her play when we were children. I suppose that is appropriate? In truth I found funerals and remembrance a largely unwieldy affair before- all of this.
[no weird tomb gardens, sadly. after a pause he lets his forehead slump on pal's shoulder, a little awkward with the positioning but calming nonetheless.]
[Sure, killing someone through sheer carelessness - lock your doors, Viktor, babe - is a crime, but Palamedes isn't as worried about that as he is about the persistent guilt and general bad feelings. If this... sentient hungry magic thing had been something Viktor had meant to rope other people into, on the other hand...
But, well! Objectively, he did not! So there's no condemnation from Palamedes here, besides the vague hindsight that maybe he ought to have locked the door more effectively. So- and they need to get Viktor actually out of this pod sometime tonight, but apparently not yet- he shifts to squeeze around Viktor's shoulders and give him an awkwardly-angled kiss on the top of the head. Hey, sulky.]
I don't know how much this will help, but... you know, she could turn up here one day. [remember how they are both definitely-probably dead] At the very least, you could talk it out.
[he's not sure it helps exactly but it is something. it's good? that she'd could get another chance at a life. she deserved, far more than several here if he was being entirely honest with himself. he tries not to think of life in terms of worth and price but the unerringly human part of him always defaults.
(and something something maybe humanity needed to evolve thoughts, which he mostly pushes aside. thank god for good influences.)
a long breath and he looks back to pal, nods.] Maybe that shower is in order. That and cleaning this mess- I'd like to run some tests on the material, I admit. I have a thousand questions and I doubt more than three will be answered.
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this is exactly why pal is a catch, despite damn well everything that mouth emotion is met with fondness. if he only had the dead news he'd probably encourage immediate further experimentation.
unfortunately the real news is the sky news, and means he's putting off very professional purple hand and mouth experiments for the time being.] As far as I can gather I tapped into a very dangerous, likely sentient power, made a desperate experiment of using it and shimmer to modify my body and received fascinating results at first. I ran for the first time in my life, it was-
I was careless. I thought the only danger would be to myself, and I was already doomed. I pushed then Sky came in when I thought she would be at home, and when she tried to save me it devoured her whole. There was nothing left but ash and this hand.
[again said fairly calmly, resigned. shockingly the emotions are pretty intense in self loathing and despair. part of him is still and quiet, like waiting for judgment to pass, because he will always trust pal to be upfront when others would flounder.]
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Anyway, here's this... news, and he continues idly picking at some pod pieces while Viktor explains. There's a bittersweetness to the first half, he can't help but think, before the flood of much more profoundly negative emotions takes over. That... is— wack, a sentient power that eats people and also shimmer, and where is that shimmer vial they keep bouncing around throwing back into the sea now—?
Well, first things first. Palamedes presses another kiss against Viktor's temple, quietly thoughtful.]
Careless mistakes happen. I can't absolve you of this one, but I can give you an ear for... all this. [This, gesturing in a little circle at Viktor, broadly - all those feelings that are loud and clear.] And I'm sorry, for what happened to her.
[What is the life lesson here, lock doors? Do magic experiments at home? Hmm.]
Well— you know I don't believe in platitudes, but I do believe in memory. That is, if you wanted to do something for her. I don't honestly know what people do with... non-bones.
[necromancers. anyway, they could buy an urn? to be symbolic?]
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the lack of immediate condemnation eases him a touch, though it makes his guilt spike too. he's self aware enough to understand overly drawn out self flagellation will help exactly no one but it's still a difficult instinct to kick.]
I spread her ashes where I used to see her play when we were children. I suppose that is appropriate? In truth I found funerals and remembrance a largely unwieldy affair before- all of this.
[no weird tomb gardens, sadly. after a pause he lets his forehead slump on pal's shoulder, a little awkward with the positioning but calming nonetheless.]
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Oh. Admittedly, that was my only idea.
[Sure, killing someone through sheer carelessness - lock your doors, Viktor, babe - is a crime, but Palamedes isn't as worried about that as he is about the persistent guilt and general bad feelings. If this... sentient hungry magic thing had been something Viktor had meant to rope other people into, on the other hand...
But, well! Objectively, he did not! So there's no condemnation from Palamedes here, besides the vague hindsight that maybe he ought to have locked the door more effectively. So- and they need to get Viktor actually out of this pod sometime tonight, but apparently not yet- he shifts to squeeze around Viktor's shoulders and give him an awkwardly-angled kiss on the top of the head. Hey, sulky.]
I don't know how much this will help, but... you know, she could turn up here one day. [remember how they are both definitely-probably dead] At the very least, you could talk it out.
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(and something something maybe humanity needed to evolve thoughts, which he mostly pushes aside. thank god for good influences.)
a long breath and he looks back to pal, nods.] Maybe that shower is in order. That and cleaning this mess- I'd like to run some tests on the material, I admit. I have a thousand questions and I doubt more than three will be answered.