That's- [ starts, but then for some reason stops. gag rule. no strategy speak. ]
... Yeah, I'm Loki. I'm alright with talking before we do this, it seems only fair. ... what is "C" supposed to stand for? I'd like to call you by a proper name.
"C" is my proper name, for now! It's short for CB, which is short for something else, but it's super secret, Alcheme members only get that privilege, sorry! The name this place tried to give me was "Thing 1." Rude, right? Feel free to make up your own name--Cute Boss, Charitable Bastard, etcetera.
Anyway, I need you to tell me how you feel about Lucifel. He's one of my subordinates.
Ahaha, look at that serious face! I knew you'd be fun to talk to.
But please, if I didn't want you to ~interfere~ that'd make me a huge hypocrite. I mean, what am I doing? Shout out to Worm Boy if you're watching this!
As their leader, boss, Overlord, whatever you'd like to call me, I just like to know aaaall the nitty gritty details! But fine, I won't sour your supper by talking about no good cats. Back to Lucifel! So like, has he chopped off any limbs, recently?
... who the hell is, [ actually no nevermind out of all the shit that just fell out of C's mouth 'who the hell is worm boy' is the least of his concerns right now.
he looks surprised, startled even when C brings up the 'chopping off any limbs' bit. but that's quickly shifting to irritation, even a guarded sort of... protectiveness? ]
I'm saying it's totally a thing he would do. I even saw him in the kitchen earlier, jeeze! I mean, I guess I don't blame him in this specific scenario? But like, in general, it's worrying, right?
Like I said, he's a good person and means well, but doesn't he act waaaay too self sacrificing? Or does he hide that from you guys?
....... he tries to hide a lot from us, but that doesn't mean we don't notice.
[ in truth. .... ]
I already know about what happened in the House. Are you really pestering me for information on him, or are you just poking around trying to figure out what our relationship is like? Because I don't appreciate either one.
[this time he leans forward some, smile still as playful and casual as ever]
Well I don't appreciate my inevitable death to sate your palate, so humor me for a bit, 'kay?
But really, it's a bit of both, and a lot of trying to help him out. You're clearly fond of him, and maybe even something more. So, even if he's doing something you don't approve of, I think maybe, he'd take your words to heart before mine.
Which is super rude, cuz I'm his boss! But, so long as it gets through to him.
... .... "inevitable"? [ that's an interesting word choice there.
but. .... he strides closer, standing just an armslength from him. peering down into his face, trying to get... something out of it. and possibly failing. ]
If people would listen to me just because I love them I wouldn't be standing here right now. [ honestly.
... but, ] What I've learned about Lucifel is once he's gotten something in his head almost nothing can really tear it out. I can try to "get through to him", but it won't change anything he already strongly believes.
[it's ALMOST unreadable--he looks genuinely happy! And, not tired, but relieved? But his eyes are wide and almost sparkling, almost like a child staring at something with pure wonder.
and it utterly contradicts everything that comes out of his mouth.]
He is stubborn! But that's not a bad thing all the time, right? It can be put to good use. . .but idiots like him really need to have stupid ideas beaten out of their heads at times.
Well, that's getting a bit heavy. I just want to ask two things of you! One, to stay on his ass about about that unhealthy relationship with pointy objects that he has, aaaaand, two. Bully him some more. He's learned a lot, but he's still got such a long way to go. Honestly, he puts up with way too much shit, that's gotta be tiring for you guys.
[ ... he really...... honestly isn't sure what to make of this kid at all. but. his shoulders relax somewhat as he gives a kind of half-sigh, half-hearted laugh. ]
I don't know what you're asking me about Lucifel for, then. It seems like you know him well enough already.
You don't have to tell me to do either of those things. ...... but I'm glad to hear that you care about him so much.
Ahaha, don't get too carried away there! I'm only asking as a concerned boss.
Aaaanywho, I bet you're hungry, right? I still want to know your thoughts on Whisky, no matter how harsh they may be, but I'll save that for later. If there's a later! Neeheehee, I'm not exactly sure how this will work.
[he abruptly gets out of the chair, going to mess around with the table]
I don't know how I feel about him anymore. [ mutters, but... he's not actually willing to linger on that topic for long. he just thought, maybe... if there's no "next time", then... ]
Seriously? Are they trying to appeal to the nerdy kaijuu lovers crowd? Or maybe furries. . .hey, is that what you call monster fuckers? I'm not sure!
[moving plates around!! Hm. Taps at his chin, seemingly dissatisfied.
!!
Goes to another table, and finds a big silver platter. Yesssss. Coming back with it to set on the table. And it's brief, but he might notice his hands are trembling, if only for a moment.]
No, no, fights are such a pain, we're not degenerates here. Besides, you don't need to work up an appetite, do you?
............... [ he's completely quiet as he watches C wander around. he feels restless-- hungry, certainly-- but he's been surrounded by restless anxiety for the entire game it feels like, and this isn't much different. ]
C....
[ as his eyes follow him around the room. ... until settling on that platter, as it meets the table. ]
.... . . . "Cute Boss". [ maybe not. ... maybe he should think of a better name, later. ]
[s-snickers at that name, but isn't going to protest it. then begins emptying his pockets. Sooome leftover Halloween candy, lettuce from some rations, maybe some cherry tomatoes??? Yeah candy and rations make a good garnish, why not. On to the platter it goes.]
Sorry, I just don't have the heart to say it.
[because it still falls under gag rule, but, he figures it should be obvious.
[ why the fuck would you carry those things in your pocket you absolute nutcase
that answer is more than enough to solidify the heavy weight in his stomach.
the climbing on top of the table is just overkill at this point. ]
.... this isn't a game. [ but his voice goes lower, resembling a growl as he steps closer to the table, fingers balled into fists. red markings starting to crawl up his arms, which begin to elongate and morph into something stronger, resembling paws. ]
[off his scarf goes, with a single motion--one hand holding it, the other revealing a elaborate, very sharp, very shiny pocket knife. But even with trembling hands, he brings it to his neck]
Nee-heehee! It was nice chatting with you, Loki! Remember to chew with your mouth closed, alright? There are children watching this!
C------- [ he stops cold in his tracks when he sees that knife go to his throat.
he can't move. even if he could move, he wouldn't be able to move fast enough to stop him. and even if he could... what would be the point?
still. watches in horror as C draws a red line from one end of his throat to the other. and after that, his movements seem too slow and too sluggish as he closes the distance across the table, grabbing for C's arm to pull him across towards him.
what the fuck. what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck ]
Why would you--!? [ he gasps out, completely shaken, but of course he's not getting an answer because C slit his own damn throat right in front of him and he's dead now. ]
[ ................. at least C being dead means that he doesn't have to watch or know as Loki just. stands there with him sprawled over the table for a good long moment, C's wrist still caught in his hand though the knife is long dropped and gone by now.
and his face transforms into a doglike muzzle as clawed paw-hands bring the boy's arm to his mouth,
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--uh ooooh.
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... ...... [ uh? ] ..... [ he looks kind of confused but, well, okay ]
You're "C"?
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--oooh! Wait, wait? You're Loki! Omigooood I've been trying to meet you like, forevers. Can we pause before we do the nasty?
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... Yeah, I'm Loki. I'm alright with talking before we do this, it seems only fair. ... what is "C" supposed to stand for? I'd like to call you by a proper name.
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PULLS UP A RESTAURANT CHAIR]
"C" is my proper name, for now! It's short for CB, which is short for something else, but it's super secret, Alcheme members only get that privilege, sorry! The name this place tried to give me was "Thing 1." Rude, right? Feel free to make up your own name--Cute Boss, Charitable Bastard, etcetera.
Anyway, I need you to tell me how you feel about Lucifel. He's one of my subordinates.
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wait. cants his head with a confused look, ]
He is? .... really. [ well, as confused as he seems he doesn't really look that surprised either. ]
... Lucifel is like family to me. But he's a little..... bit of a handful.
[ to put it very lightly. ]
Why?
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Isn't he just? I was skeptical about bringing him on board, but he's got his heart in the right. . .well, he's got it in a Place.
Weeeell, cuz I wanted to know your Thoughts on something! Y'see, he's dating Whisky. And Whisky is also one of my subordinates.
So tell me how you feel about that bad ol' cat, too!
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I'd rather not.
If you're circling around trying to tell me not to interfere with them, I've already told Luci I won't stop them. Is that all?
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Ahaha, look at that serious face! I knew you'd be fun to talk to.
But please, if I didn't want you to ~interfere~ that'd make me a huge hypocrite. I mean, what am I doing? Shout out to Worm Boy if you're watching this!
As their leader, boss, Overlord, whatever you'd like to call me, I just like to know aaaall the nitty gritty details! But fine, I won't sour your supper by talking about no good cats. Back to Lucifel! So like, has he chopped off any limbs, recently?
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he looks surprised, startled even when C brings up the 'chopping off any limbs' bit. but that's quickly shifting to irritation, even a guarded sort of... protectiveness? ]
What are you trying to say about him?
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Like I said, he's a good person and means well, but doesn't he act waaaay too self sacrificing? Or does he hide that from you guys?
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[ in truth. .... ]
I already know about what happened in the House. Are you really pestering me for information on him, or are you just poking around trying to figure out what our relationship is like? Because I don't appreciate either one.
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Well I don't appreciate my inevitable death to sate your palate, so humor me for a bit, 'kay?
But really, it's a bit of both, and a lot of trying to help him out. You're clearly fond of him, and maybe even something more. So, even if he's doing something you don't approve of, I think maybe, he'd take your words to heart before mine.
Which is super rude, cuz I'm his boss! But, so long as it gets through to him.
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but. .... he strides closer, standing just an armslength from him. peering down into his face, trying to get... something out of it. and possibly failing. ]
If people would listen to me just because I love them I wouldn't be standing here right now. [ honestly.
... but, ] What I've learned about Lucifel is once he's gotten something in his head almost nothing can really tear it out. I can try to "get through to him", but it won't change anything he already strongly believes.
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and it utterly contradicts everything that comes out of his mouth.]
He is stubborn! But that's not a bad thing all the time, right? It can be put to good use. . .but idiots like him really need to have stupid ideas beaten out of their heads at times.
Well, that's getting a bit heavy. I just want to ask two things of you! One, to stay on his ass about about that unhealthy relationship with pointy objects that he has, aaaaand, two. Bully him some more. He's learned a lot, but he's still got such a long way to go. Honestly, he puts up with way too much shit, that's gotta be tiring for you guys.
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I don't know what you're asking me about Lucifel for, then. It seems like you know him well enough already.
You don't have to tell me to do either of those things. ...... but I'm glad to hear that you care about him so much.
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Aaaanywho, I bet you're hungry, right? I still want to know your thoughts on Whisky, no matter how harsh they may be, but I'll save that for later. If there's a later! Neeheehee, I'm not exactly sure how this will work.
[he abruptly gets out of the chair, going to mess around with the table]
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I don't know how I feel about him anymore. [ mutters, but... he's not actually willing to linger on that topic for long. he just thought, maybe... if there's no "next time", then... ]
We're supposed to fight, I think.
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[moving plates around!! Hm. Taps at his chin, seemingly dissatisfied.
!!
Goes to another table, and finds a big silver platter. Yesssss. Coming back with it to set on the table. And it's brief, but he might notice his hands are trembling, if only for a moment.]
No, no, fights are such a pain, we're not degenerates here. Besides, you don't need to work up an appetite, do you?
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C....
[ as his eyes follow him around the room. ... until settling on that platter, as it meets the table. ]
.... . . . "Cute Boss". [ maybe not. ... maybe he should think of a better name, later. ]
Are you AlcheME's heart?
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[s-snickers at that name, but isn't going to protest it. then begins emptying his pockets. Sooome leftover Halloween candy, lettuce from some rations, maybe some cherry tomatoes??? Yeah candy and rations make a good garnish, why not. On to the platter it goes.]
Sorry, I just don't have the heart to say it.
[because it still falls under gag rule, but, he figures it should be obvious.
CLIMBING ON THE TABLE]
Do you know how to play rock, paper, scissors?
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that answer is more than enough to solidify the heavy weight in his stomach.
the climbing on top of the table is just overkill at this point. ]
.... this isn't a game. [ but his voice goes lower, resembling a growl as he steps closer to the table, fingers balled into fists. red markings starting to crawl up his arms, which begin to elongate and morph into something stronger, resembling paws. ]
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he probably has like glass and shit in hidden pockets too, don't. don't eat his cape, there might be a furby hatchling in it.
Tilts his head waaaatching that transformation, eyes widening a bit. He brings his hands up to remove his scarf.]
Aaah, how scary! You must be really hungry--I just wanted to "lose" properly, is all. I'm no good at that game, see.
But oh well, no time for that.
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[off his scarf goes, with a single motion--one hand holding it, the other revealing a elaborate, very sharp, very shiny pocket knife. But even with trembling hands, he brings it to his neck]
Nee-heehee! It was nice chatting with you, Loki! Remember to chew with your mouth closed, alright? There are children watching this!
[and with only another moment's of hesitation
he sure is slitting his own throat]
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he can't move. even if he could move, he wouldn't be able to move fast enough to stop him. and even if he could... what would be the point?
still. watches in horror as C draws a red line from one end of his throat to the other. and after that, his movements seem too slow and too sluggish as he closes the distance across the table, grabbing for C's arm to pull him across towards him.
what the fuck. what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck ]
Why would you--!? [ he gasps out, completely shaken, but of course he's not getting an answer because C slit his own damn throat right in front of him and he's dead now. ]
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and his face transforms into a doglike muzzle as clawed paw-hands bring the boy's arm to his mouth,
thanks ... for the meal....... ]