[please explain to him the difference between greed and gluttony again]
Hmm... I guess that could still be applied to a jail... They all have favorite rooms at least. Greed-san's wasn't open last week. I don't know if it's open this week.
[ he goes quiet, trying to figure out how to word the first question. ]
Gluttony is a little complicated. I'm not sure what exactly they feed on-- it might be souls, going by what Harrowhark said. But they like fear as well.
I still have to go see more of them... I know Envy-san likes playing dating sims? [very meta conversation] But I'll ask around for... you know. More info.
[actually useful things he just tends to get to know people as he does it,]
I mean it. Gluttony is not not someone with your best interests at heart. If you talk to them, keep it as business only as possible. They won't hesitate to try to hit you where it'll hurt if you let them.
[ but moving on. ]
Lust just wants attention, so you can try there, I think.
[this is a fucking terrible question to ask, but mineo will put his jacket off to the side and roll up his sleeves to get to work.
and then bam fifteen minutes! i'm also putting this here for reference:
Takeru and Mineo enter the jail cell, exploring every inch they can. There isn't much here, but after around fifteen minutes or so, the walls start to flicker. Behind them, the jail cell door slams shut, and they find themselves dizzy as if they've just taken a hard hit to the head.
Their bodies feel beaten and battered, but they don't seem to notice. A fiery rage runs through their veins and as they attempt to lash out, the metal chains hold them back. Bound up with nowhere to go on the dirty church floor, old blood stains mingle with new, small splatters. How long as it been? Several hours, at least, maybe several days. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that there are still things to solve, a world to be right.
But does it matter now? Did it ever really matter if she isn't here?
There are murmurs that reach their ears, indistinct noises that echo through the church. The people watching are just out of reach, and their heads remain bowed. There's no chance of saving themselves this time, no way of slipping free of the chains and fighting back. There's no one to protect.
As the candles burn lowly, they pitch forward as they slam facefirst into the ground, the sting of a blunt object leaving them disoriented. The only sound they can hear is the whistle of air rushing through the metal pipe as it slams into their limbs again and again by an invisible force, blood spilling on the tile floor between the rows of pews. The rattling of the chains grows louder and louder, and soon they realize it's their own desperation to break free. The fur collar of their jacket grows sticky, brushing against their neck as the chains bite into their wrists and cut and bruise. Their vision begins to grow dark, blood and sweat dripping into their eyes until they can barely see the stained glass windows before them.
And yet...they have one last fleeting thought. "I can't live like this...I can't stay locked up forever."
And then the two of them immediately collapse on the floor without warning, falling straight into the hay of the completely normal jail cell. There's a faint whiff of cigarette smoke that lingers in the air, but it's gone in an instant.
Once they leave, they will both be hit with an insatiable hunger. Perhaps a hearty meal and a good, stiff drink is in order.
[ - but the thing is that at this point in the week, mineo has been reminded of his death. he's already been scared and alarmed enough times. the issue at hand is that he is still not desensitized to it. this isn't his death - but there is a feeling that is so close to it. sometimes you get tired of being attacked from behind and bound, beaten and knowing that the people around who are watching you suffer don't care enough to do a damn thing about it.
so he collapses to the ground but he's still a bit too dazed to say anything right away. even as he catches the cigarette smell, he doesn't comment on it. instead he presses his back against the wall of the jail cell first as if to prevent anyone from attacking him by surprise again and his second thought is - ]
[ well, at least he doesn't have to look far, since takeru is still in the same spot where he collapsed at. he just lays there for a moment, before slowly sitting back up, his expression pained before turning into something a little more neutral.
[ the worst thing, is that it's not the first time he experienced something similar in this place. it's probably why he seems just a little less surprised, even if it still takes a while to get steady. ]
A memory? I don't know whose.
[ one of the avatars?
he recognizes that mineo had gone through something similar before coming here, but the details don't match up. ]
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[he tilts his head]
But I wonder if it'd be Gluttony's then...?
[if they leave hungry.... into the elevator they go! and - ]
No, there's no one in here either.
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I'm not sure, going by what I know about them... their kind of personal gluttony really doesn't have to do with actual food.
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[please explain to him the difference between greed and gluttony again]
Hmm... I guess that could still be applied to a jail... They all have favorite rooms at least. Greed-san's wasn't open last week. I don't know if it's open this week.
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[ he goes quiet, trying to figure out how to word the first question. ]
Gluttony is a little complicated. I'm not sure what exactly they feed on-- it might be souls, going by what Harrowhark said. But they like fear as well.
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I see.
[he
he does not. this is very weird to him. he just presses the button for the floor the jail is on]
Sci-fi horror murder mystery vibes getting stronger, Takeru.
[stop]
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[he tilts his head]
I still have to go see more of them... I know Envy-san likes playing dating sims? [very meta conversation] But I'll ask around for... you know. More info.
[actually useful things he just tends to get to know people as he does it,]
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[ but moving on. ]
Lust just wants attention, so you can try there, I think.
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[but.]
.... Did you at least hit Gluttony-san back, Takeru? [given this incredibly brutal assessment.]
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[ it's said curtly.
the elevator door opens and he marches out. ]
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Then I'll leave you to it.
[takeru vs gluttony sounds like such a showdown??? but he'll follow after! checking the clock on his phone....]
You've got like - two minutes left.
[i'm warping time in this thread for convenience]
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[ he is so positive someone is following them he hates it ]
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[but he'll wait for two minutes and then - ]
Time! How you feeling now?
[and then his phone blows up killing them both because this catch all number is fucking ridiculous]
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[ weird how that works!
but he'll go to open the door now. ]
Let's get it over with.
[ they can go in and fuck around for fifteen minutes since it said it would take that long for anything to happen ]
[1/2]
[this is a fucking terrible question to ask, but mineo will put his jacket off to the side and roll up his sleeves to get to work.
and then bam fifteen minutes! i'm also putting this here for reference:
Takeru and Mineo enter the jail cell, exploring every inch they can. There isn't much here, but after around fifteen minutes or so, the walls start to flicker. Behind them, the jail cell door slams shut, and they find themselves dizzy as if they've just taken a hard hit to the head.
Their bodies feel beaten and battered, but they don't seem to notice. A fiery rage runs through their veins and as they attempt to lash out, the metal chains hold them back. Bound up with nowhere to go on the dirty church floor, old blood stains mingle with new, small splatters. How long as it been? Several hours, at least, maybe several days. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that there are still things to solve, a world to be right.
But does it matter now? Did it ever really matter if she isn't here?
There are murmurs that reach their ears, indistinct noises that echo through the church. The people watching are just out of reach, and their heads remain bowed. There's no chance of saving themselves this time, no way of slipping free of the chains and fighting back. There's no one to protect.
As the candles burn lowly, they pitch forward as they slam facefirst into the ground, the sting of a blunt object leaving them disoriented. The only sound they can hear is the whistle of air rushing through the metal pipe as it slams into their limbs again and again by an invisible force, blood spilling on the tile floor between the rows of pews. The rattling of the chains grows louder and louder, and soon they realize it's their own desperation to break free. The fur collar of their jacket grows sticky, brushing against their neck as the chains bite into their wrists and cut and bruise. Their vision begins to grow dark, blood and sweat dripping into their eyes until they can barely see the stained glass windows before them.
And yet...they have one last fleeting thought.
"I can't live like this...I can't stay locked up forever."
And then the two of them immediately collapse on the floor without warning, falling straight into the hay of the completely normal jail cell. There's a faint whiff of cigarette smoke that lingers in the air, but it's gone in an instant.
Once they leave, they will both be hit with an insatiable hunger. Perhaps a hearty meal and a good, stiff drink is in order.
cool.]
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so he collapses to the ground but he's still a bit too dazed to say anything right away. even as he catches the cigarette smell, he doesn't comment on it. instead he presses his back against the wall of the jail cell first as if to prevent anyone from attacking him by surprise again and his second thought is - ]
Takeru?!
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there's a period of silence before he talks. ]
Not exactly what I expected.
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.... me neither, I...
What the fuck was that...
[ . . . . and he runs a hand over his face, hiding his expression briefly.]
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A memory? I don't know whose.
[ one of the avatars?
he recognizes that mineo had gone through something similar before coming here, but the details don't match up. ]
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.... not out of place this week, I guess, but...
Was that supposed to tell us anything about this place?
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he begrudgingly takes it. ]
That, or maybe a person who's here.
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but he will move to help takeru get back to his feet, even if he's feeling incredibly hungry suddenly]
Ah... Maybe an Avatar...?
[guess it requires more investigation still]
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[ he just looks. increasingly unhappy as they get hungrier. and also a little sick? ]
Let's get out of here.
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isn't a great feeling but they'll have to figure it out]
... yeah.
[he'll glance back as they're on their way out but
it's fine they know what comes of the investigation later!]