Adventures of Dantgil in #Trollmegle - Part 2

-*- abstersiveTournure "You may want to settle this quickly, as the situation sounds dire," the grumpier twin muttered, still stewing -- but regardless of his feelings on the matter, his brother was going to do this, so he should probably make sure they weren't flying blind. "Miss Mimiru. What exactly are we up against?"
<undyingAdamantine|Others> "Well I can't recall but we are facing a few Golem Gnosis, and in the docking bay there are a swarm of Chimera Gnosis," the little robot girl said. She was kind of worried about her master, and  what may happen when they get to the Simeon if they survive the mess they are in.
-*- abstersiveTournure Now there was something useful. "And how does one fight golem and chimera gnosis?" He really hoped she didn't say something like 'you don't.' That would be really irritating and Dante would probably want to try anyway.
<chthonianGunslinger> [wait what what]
<chthonianGunslinger> [what happened]
<abstersiveTournure> [three posts]
<-> PurpleKoopa is now known as Shamu
<abstersiveTournure> [shh it's ok]
<goldHerbert> [[In those three posts the RP was wrapped up entirely]]
<goldHerbert> [[O o p]]
<-> Shamu is now known as PurpleKoopa
<abstersiveTournure> [you missed eVERYTHING]
<goldHerbert> [[It turns out that Vergil wAS the father]]
<abstersiveTournure> [He isn't even sure how that happened]
<goldHerbert> [[That's why it's such a plot twist]]
<chthonianGunslinger> [hOW COULD YOU]
<undyingAdamantine|Others> "You need to lure them out from imaginary space, the most common way is to use the Hilbert Effect, that draws them to this plane of reality," she responds. She seemed to be looking down the hallway.
<chthonianGunslinger> [i thought we had something speeeecial]
<chthonianGunslinger> [but ok seriously]
<chthonianGunslinger> [o
<chthonianGunslinger> [i'm gonna]
<chthonianGunslinger> [try to catch up]
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Since when were you the talkative one, /brother/ /dearest/?
<abstersiveTournure> [I will stop stealing you on Skype]
-*- abstersiveTournure Since you did not take the time to get necessary information.
-*- goldHerbert A dead end. Shit. Maybe separating from the people that actually had some grasp on what they were doing wasn't such a hot idea. Are they sure that this isn't a space station and actually a fucking /labyrinth/? They've got the equivalent of a minotaur already, after all. Alright, get it together Sam. You can do this. /Without/ them. Taking another turn dow
-*- chthonianGunslinger Needless to say, Dante was a little peeved over his brother butting in. He couldn't pinpoint why exactly, but he'd probably pin it down to the fact that his brother was an idiot who would no doubt offend this girl somehow. It was something he had a bad habit of doing.
<goldHerbert> n the space station's hall, they--
-*- goldHerbert ... They--
-*- Rabbit did you go in a circle
-*- goldHerbert He neither confirms nor denies that he just went in a full fucking circle.
-*- Rabbit but there's a chance that Rabbit will see you and wave, right
-*- goldHerbert Hi robot. You cool.
<undyingAdamantine|Others> "So they are unseen to those in this reality just like the Laguna," Jeanne mused to herself. She was running inventory of her weapons, she's going to need heavy fire power, and she knows it.  The Angel Slayer was with Luka so she was short an Infernal Weapon. Joyus.
-*- Rabbit uvu
-*- abstersiveTournure Robot is cool.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Whatever. At least the information was important. He didn't know what the hell a gnosis was, but he could take a wild stab at it. Golems were big and stupid. Chimeras were screwy, nasty, and possibly completely imaginary.
-*- Rabbit everyone loves me
-*- chthonianGunslinger Maybe he could just make the Chimera Gnosis disappear in a puff of logic.
-*- chthonianGunslinger wow really
-*- chthonianGunslinger a myth joke
-*- Rabbit that sounds like great logic
-*- chthonianGunslinger and you call your brother a geek you goddamn hypocrite
-*- goldHerbert everybody loves r̶a̶y̶m̶o̶n̶d̶ rabbit
-*- goldHerbert Also
-*- Rabbit yesss
<-> goldHerbert is now known as Sam|calamitousGodlyhood
-*- chthonianGunslinger Wait--
-*- Rabbit also there's a lot of red so I'm going to be oxidizedcopperTeal
-*- Sam|calamitousGodlyhood Ex-/fucking/-cuse you Dante
-*- chthonianGunslinger Holy shit did he actually get that right?
-*- abstersiveTournure "And the Hilbert Effect -- how is this accomplished?" This was looking less and less doable. Fantastic. He did find it interesting academically, but even he would gladly say that when one's life is probably in danger is not the time to be asking questions for the academics.
-*- abstersiveTournure ...It was still pretty damn interesting, okay?
<-> Sam|calamitousGodlyhood is now known as Jaspersprite
<chthonianGunslinger> "...imaginary plane? what are they, carebears?"
-*- Jaspersprite ... Well. Interesting to Vergil.
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Okay, fine, maybe it was sort of interesting, but only because he wanted to know what the seven hells she meant by imaginary plane.
-*- chthonianGunslinger He couldn't possibly be right, could he? He'd seen a lot of weird bullshit in this game, but a beastie whose schtick was not being real?
<undyingAdamantine|Others> "The universe exists in two, the physical, real lower plane, and upper plane, which is intangible," she replied.
-*- Rabbit honestly, it's a wonder that rabbit is still in the vicinity--all this talking about stuff he didn't particularly /care/ about was a sure fire way to get him wandering. Good thing being around these humans was the first time he could actually think straight in this burrow of red jam and salt pillars.
-*- Rabbit salt and jam don't even go well together.
<abstersiveTournure> [red jam]
<abstersiveTournure> [aww]
-*- Rabbit felt it necessary to post something besides 'and i'm rabbit'
-*- Jaspersprite And I'm Rabbit
<abstersiveTournure> [yes this is good :3]
<-> Jaspersprite is now known as goldHerbert
-*- Rabbit it's cute until you consider/know the reasoning behind red jam
-*- Rabbit then it's just depressing
-*- Rabbit like a kitten with three legs
<abstersiveTournure> [I was kinda awwing both because cutie and because wow sad 8(]
<Rabbit> (hehe)
<abstersiveTournure> [I don't know much about the character but sads is definitely a thing I get with him]
<undyingAdamantine|Others> "The Imaginary Plane is a dimension completely seperate from the one we're in,"
<Rabbit> (yessss good)
<Rabbit> (maybe I'll find more ways to worm in backstory he doesn't remember)
<undyingAdamantine|Others> "So they're extradimensional creatures, ha that's nothing I'm not familiar with," Jeanne chirped. "....I fight creatures very similar to these Gnosis, they are practically unseen in one reality and tangible in another,"
<chthonianGunslinger> "...like, what, some kind of magical spectre world? is patrick swayze goin' t'pop in n' play us a lil' ditty from unchained melody?"
-*- chthonianGunslinger Ah, fuck, now this really was interesting. Thanks a lot, Vergil.
-*- Rabbit like those things Da Jon would see that no one else could see except Hatworth?
-*- Rabbit Blue Matter Halucinations or wh-whatever?
<undyingAdamantine|Others> "Huh? Anyways while in Imaginary Space the Gnosis can manipulate anything in this plane, if we lure them out then there is more of a chance to interact and fight them off," she replied. "...due to the fact they exist in a different form of reality, normal interactions outside the Hilbert Effect is impossible,"
<chthonianGunslinger> "so they're ghosts."
<chthonianGunslinger> "alien ghosts."
<Rabbit> "Sssounds like it."
<chthonianGunslinger> "no, no, even better. they're alien ghost gorgons."
<undyingAdamantine|Others> "Technically they are not aliens but the wills of humans seeking destruction and dispersal due to passively resonating with the Anima to such a point,"
-*- abstersiveTournure This was stupid. "What, exactly, is the Hilbert Effect, and are we capable of it?" This was stupid and ridiculous and he wanted to ask more questions, but this was not their business -- they just had to get rid of these things and then they could go back h... to the game, where things still didn't make sense but at least mattered for them.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Aliens? Now that was one thing. Fairly cool, but also fairly bogus. 'Unidentified' flying object his ass.
-*- abstersiveTournure Wait, they're...the wills of humans? The wills of humans in a metaphysical form.
<undyingAdamantine|Others> "Most ships and stations have a Hilbert wave generator to pull them out of the limbo-like world, as in the case of the Arcadia it was /too/ effective," she replied.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Ghosts? Pretty cool, but also fairly bogus. Fairly boring too. All they ever seem to do is shut doors, jiggle pots & pans, and maybe pretend to be a dust bunny.
-*- Rabbit if I stood still long enough I could be a dust bunny
-*- chthonianGunslinger Gorgons? Fucking awesome, but fake. Really, really fake. A horse sprang out of Medusa's blood, okay. There's nothing tangible about that.
-*- chthonianGunslinger But alien gorgon ghosts? That were most definitely real? Jumping Jesus on a fucking pogo stick where does he sign up--
<undyingAdamantine|Others> "Although there are other options like trying to face them in their own plane of reality, or having the ability to see them outside the range of the Hilbert Effect," she replied.
-*- undyingAdamantine|Others How does she know this sort of stuff they world may never know.
-*- Rabbit could a robut from the nineteenth century see them
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<chthonianGunslinger> "...so they're residual ghosts, eh? never thought they could be a problem beyond, oh i dunno, door abuse, but--"
<chthonianGunslinger> "y'know"
<chthonianGunslinger> "alien gorgon ghosts."
-*- goldHerbert Yes hi hello I'm here]]
-*- goldHerbert Womewhat]]
-*- goldHerbert Somewhat even]]
<Rabbit> (womenwhat)
<chthonianGunslinger> "anyway..."
<abstersiveTournure> [wombat]
<abstersiveTournure> [Wombat is all I saw.]
<goldHerbert> [[Ffff]]
<chthonianGunslinger> "i'm guessin' the arcadia--" pronounced AH-CAH-DIAH; god bless that Mainer accent. "-still packin' one of these ghostbustin' monsters?"
<chthonianGunslinger> "...unless you're implyin' that it blew out or somethin'..."
-*- Rabbit I'd make fun of the way you said that but rabbit can't pronounce 'robot' right
-*- abstersiveTournure It's like he intentionally exaggerates the accent --
-*- chthonianGunslinger Dude, stop actin' like you don't have it too. You so do. You're just too proud to admit it, ain't 'cha?
-*- goldHerbert Muffled laughter in the distance
-*- chthonianGunslinger Now you sound like one of those wine sippin', polo shirt wearin' douchebags from Cape Cod.
<undyingAdamantine|Others> "They are not aliens, they are what's left of a human when they ultimately reject the totality of the collective consciousness of humanity by fearing and rejecting others, the fear can be passed on if a Gnosis were to touch you and you survive it, if you succumb to such fear you'll be turned into a sentient salt pile," she explained. "The Generator still-
<undyingAdamantine|Others>  functions, but we have to be careful of its powers since it's like a lamp to a moth, the moth is easily lured in by the light."
-*- Rabbit is trying to absorb this information, really, but not only is it /boring/ his processors refuse to work the other automaton's words through without turning them into a garbled mess. So he. Sort of. Wanders off in the direction of that laughter from Sam.
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-*- goldHerbert Okay, let's try this again. Though... christ, he can't even think straighta fter that. 'AH-CAH-DIAAAAH'. He could hear it all the way from over here, pfffhehehe. Ridiculous accents aside, the yellow-clad crabby customer's been making his way down yet /another/ of the space station's hallways-- trudging as if he were on death row.  There's /GOT/ to be some
<goldHerbert> sort of--
-*- goldHerbert /Escape/ /pod/ or--
-*- goldHerbert ... Oh. It's that robot, again. Who would've thought? He's not sure what he's doing all the way out here, tho--
<chthonianGunslinger> "heh, guess i don't gotta worry 'bout any gnosis turnin' me into snail poison then"
-*- goldHerbert ... He's not very far away from the other two, is he.
-*- Rabbit waves again
-*- undyingAdamantine|Others  The Umbran cleared her throat. "So what do we do, an idiot and a psychopath are fighting those things off may I remind you," Jeanne sighed. "...and that scarf wearing fool is more of a Cheshire Cat, than a fighter,"
<chthonianGunslinger> "verge better watch his back though. poor baby still keeps his nightlight on."
-*- abstersiveTournure Vergil was much too interested in this information to notice his pet robot roaming -- even so, he had yet to figure out how they would actually combat them. "That is a good question," he said, nodding to the...uh...other lady that he barely had even noticed until just now.
-*- Rabbit I'm not a pet >:c
-*- goldHerbert It's around now that he's strongly considering hurling himself out of the air lock. It would be. So. Easy. Shaking his head, he gives the robot a /look/-- not an angry one, moreso a... frustrated one. The kind of look you get when your sandal just broke and you're a mile or two away from home. "... Hi."
-*- abstersiveTournure (A sharp elbow to the side was all the response Dante got. That was a stupid insult.)
-*- Rabbit sees that look, Sam, and lowers his brows and pouts at it fiercely. "Wh-what's got your sombrero in a bunch?" He asked, gesturing slightly with his arms towards the human.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Jokes aide, he'd be hard pressed to deny that he was completely enraptured by now. He didn't catch all of her psychobabble, but he got the basic gist - they were spirits that thrived on fear and isolation. Passed it along, too, like some kind of supernatural virus. It sort of reminded him of this one kind of Arabic spectre he read about. They wandered the desert during the witching hour, searching for hapless tra
-*- chthonianGunslinger D'OOF!
-*- chthonianGunslinger Okay, you are definitely getting a glare for that. It was a funny insult and you knew it. Prude.
<abstersiveTournure> [searching for hapless tra]
<chthonianGunslinger> [actually]
<chthonianGunslinger> [pthat
<chthonianGunslinger> [THAT'S]
<chthonianGunslinger> [pretty much how it was written 8y]
<abstersiveTournure> [ok, just making sure]
-*- chthonianGunslinger But yeah okay, whatever, strawberry had a point. They had to act fast and hard, no question.
-*- chthonianGunslinger (He'll ask her about the Hilbert effect later.)
-*- chthonianGunslinger (And the Gnosis.)
-*- chthonianGunslinger (And the significance of the salt.)
<goldHerbert> "... Sombrero in a bunch--" He shakes his head at the comment. That's the first-- and hopefull the last-- time he ever hears that analogy. "I'm fine. I'm just stranded."
<goldHerbert> "In space."
<goldHerbert> "With a murderer."
-*- chthonianGunslinger (And maybe ask her if he could captchalogue the generator and copy it.)
<goldHerbert> "And no way of getting /out/ of space. So forgive me if my... eugh, /sombrero/ is in a /bunch/."
-*- goldHerbert He doesn't mean to be this bitter, really. He's a nice guy under different circumstances! Really!
-*- goldHerbert ... Once you get to know him!
-*- chthonianGunslinger (Because proton sword aaaaaa--)
-*- Rabbit it's a great whatever it is and you know it
-*- chthonianGunslinger (Okay, okay. Focus.)
-*- abstersiveTournure Vergil scowled at the ceiling as though it was to blame and refused to pace despite the impulse. It wouldn't help the situation, that was for sure. Instead, he crossed his arms. "The question is, precisely how do we enact the Hilbert Effect? It sounds like the most efficient way of combating them."
<chthonianGunslinger> "...seriously dude, were you even listenin'?"
<chthonianGunslinger> "the generator still works, ya lunkhead."
-*- abstersiveTournure "That does not eliminate the problem of the gnosis, crackbrain."
<abstersiveTournure> [I just discovered that insult]
<Rabbit> "Hey, it could be worse!" He said with more cheer then was probably appropriate. "Just think of it this way! A-as long as we stick together..." He moved forward to stand beside the other, slinging a heavy arm over his shoulders. "Nothing bad could possibly happen to us!" He makes sure to have his face right beside Sam's, and sweeps his arm in front of them as
<Rabbit> if to show off his point that wasn't suspended in midair. The swept hand then comes to rest on Rabbit's hip, as he proceeds to be proud of his flawless logic.
-*- Rabbit we're the main heroes man
-*- Rabbit we can't /die/
<chthonianGunslinger> "okay, fine, so it attracts gnosis like a bag of gatorade flavored cheetos to a basement dwellin' neckbreather, but come on!"
<chthonianGunslinger> "what else are we gonna do? wave some crosses around n' tell 'em christ compels 'em to get the hell outta dodge?"
<chthonianGunslinger> "do you honestly wanna bumble yer way to the simeon n' just hope they're all out for poker night?"
<chthonianGunslinger> "'cause lemme tell ya, i've seen this horror flick before. y'know what happens to 'em? do ya?"
<chthonianGunslinger> "they all get picked off one by one like cows to a slaughter."
<goldHerbert> "... It could be worse?" He echoes, flabbergasted. "What do you /mean/ how could it be worse? We are in /space/. Stranded! Nobody's going to ride in on a white horse, we're as good as-- as--" ... Ugh. He can't bother with this. The robot's cheery disposition was so unwarranted, it was downright sickening. But does that mean they deserve to be torn into?
<goldHerbert> "... Nevermind." He mumbles. "Where's your friends."
-*- abstersiveTournure "Are you listening?" Oh, that was a snippy tone. "I am not at all suggesting just charging in. Do you think I've suddenly grown my hair out and thrown proper grammar and pronunciation out, as well? We need her master's assistance to have any hope of using its power, and he is under assault by these creatures. We cannot just run in and use it. We have to either fight them or find a very clever way to otherwise expunge them, and no one will answer my question of how to go about it."
<abstersiveTournure> [did it cut off]
<Rabbit> (We have to either fi
-*- abstersiveTournure We have to either fight them or find a very clever way to otherwise expunge them, and no one will answer my question of how to go about it."
<abstersiveTournure> [actually the last clause was in italics because he's really frustrated but]
<abstersiveTournure> [I forogot to edit it oops]
<Rabbit> "Thataway." He pointed down the hall from once he came, and then proceeded to pry himself off the human to take a step in said direction. "Hey, at least it ain't on fire or somethin'!" He added. Fire burns much brighter when oxygen is the supplier, some might say.
-*- goldHerbert SUDDENLY
-*- goldHerbert FWOOSH
-*- goldHerbert FIRE
-*- goldHerbert EVERYWHERE
-*- Rabbit whoops
-*- Rabbit http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=21OGE8wC_O0 also obligatory video for lyrics
-*- Rabbit *also obligatory song for lyrics
-*- Rabbit but yeah the only fire I would like is the kind that comes from me thank u
-*- undyingAdamantine|Others The Kirshwasser pulled off a strange gem from her uniform. She let go of Dante's hand before walking over to Jeanne. "Lady Red, may I talk to you?" she asked.  The two were whispering before she handed the gem to her. Then she went back to the bickering brothers.
<chthonianGunslinger> "you blockhead, we can't fight back! it's a tanks vs godzilla situation 'till we turn the generator on. until then, we're just sittin' ducks. we won't know where they are or when they'll strike without that dumb thing lightin' the way fer us. do you not get it or somethin'? do i gotta spell it out fer you?"
<chthonianGunslinger> "i don't care if lures in ten of 'em or hundreds of 'em, at least i can see 'em."
<goldHerbert> "Just because things can be /worse/ somehow doesn't make being stranded in space /better/." He takes a glance around the hallway-- almost expecting the entire place to just burst into flames after Rabbit's words. Right down this hall? ... /Right/ /over/ /there/? Jesus christ, this space station is more winding than the damn hospital. With a frustrated huff, t
<abstersiveTournure> [squints]
<chthonianGunslinger> "face it, yer lookin' for a solution that never existed."
<abstersiveTournure> [oops I think I mixed up my terminology hahaha]
<goldHerbert> hey ultimately resolve to following after at a turtle's pace. They were right about one thing, at least-- with a psychotic killer on the run, he's not too sure he ought to be wandering about the way he is.
-*- goldHerbert Today's going to be a reeeal fuckin' long day.
-*- Rabbit yep!
<undyingAdamantine|Others> "........"
-*- Rabbit continues to be calm about stepping around any dead bodies that may be present, if only because he /just/ cleaned his shoes like, yesterday? No one wants jam on their clean shoes. He waved to the others once they were back in the same hall as the others.
<goldHerbert> [[Squints at own words]]
<goldHerbert> [[S q u i n t]]
<undyingAdamantine|Others> [I got to run]
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<chthonianGunslinger> [aw]
<chthonianGunslinger> [well i]
-*- abstersiveTournure Vergil was done arguing, if only because it was going nowhere, Mimiru had done something to catch his attention, and Rabbit just came back with that irritating fellow.
<abstersiveTournure> [awww]
<chthonianGunslinger> [guess d&v will just keep argu-]
<chthonianGunslinger> [oh okay.]
<abstersiveTournure> [pffffff]
<abstersiveTournure> [we can still keep arguing, I was just going to have him do something also]
-*- abstersiveTournure Who was that guy, anyway? What was his deal? It was like he just appeared out of nowhere and tagged along because he had no idea what was going on.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Oh no you don't! You just don't want to admit that he's right, don't you? Because you're never, ever wrong about anything, right? Even when you mix up two entirely different things and decide to corner him with it.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Oh yeah.
-*- chthonianGunslinger He might be a little bit steamed.
-*- goldHerbert could ask the very same. Who is /this/ guy? He hardly even heard much about him. Just that he's this guy's brother, and... yeah, that's about it. But he can /already/ tell he doesn't like him, either.
-*- goldHerbert Squint.
-*- goldHerbert S q u i n t.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Mercifully, however, he's not quite steamed enough to not notice the fact that Goldilocks & co. had returned. Or, at least, he thinks he returned. He never actually saw them leave, honestly, but they were further away than they were before. Like. Way further away. More than they ought to be.
-*- Rabbit if anyone's to be steamed here
-*- Rabbit it's /me/
-*- chthonianGunslinger But they were coming this way and not the other way around, so they were...coming back? Fuck, he didn't know. All he knew was that it unnerved it.
-*- goldHerbert Already so done
-*- abstersiveTournure Regardless, he ignored the stranger and waved a hand vaguely in return to Rabbit before raising the same hand to pinch his nose, a clear gesture of irritation. "Fine. If you have the solution, then what exactly do you suggest we do? Walk in, flip a switch, and not be turned into pillars of salt at the first step? Even if the generator is functional, are we able to access it?"
<goldHerbert> [[Cut off at 'access i'--]]
-*- abstersiveTournure "Those questions also fall under the umbrella of how to do something, which is what I was asking in the first place."
-*- chthonianGunslinger That was an easy way to get yourself killed out here. It's not like he liked Goldblum or anything, but...
<abstersiveTournure> [it?"]
<chthonianGunslinger> [wow okay]
<chthonianGunslinger> [mibbit we need to talk]
<abstersiveTournure> [Character limits, man.]
<goldHerbert> [[Ffff]]
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...No one deserved that fate.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Unfortunately, Vergil opened his dumb trap again. Way to dismantle his entire train of thought, Verge.
<abstersiveTournure> [also I am ridic embarrassed for mixing up terms oops? I should pay more attention haha]
<abstersiveTournure> [because God knows Vergil would not do that]
<chthonianGunslinger> y'got any better ideas? we're gonna face 'em either way so we might as well try n' make it fair. don't get in your head that we can avoid 'em or anythin', 'cause that just ain't happenin'.
<chthonianGunslinger> but listen, y'want a plan? fine, i got one right here. th'gnosis are gonna be crawlin' all over that thing th'moment we turn it out. you might call that a travesty, but i...
<chthonianGunslinger> ...i call it an opportunity.
-*- Rabbit just noting that you /do/ have a robot, who at least won't be turned into salt/gnosis. the whole possession/intigration thing is a bit worrying though.
<chthonianGunslinger> 'cause if all the gnosis are too busy partyin' it up over there, guess where they won't be hangin' out...?
-*- abstersiveTournure ...It was not implausible, but all the same, Vergil did his best not to look painfully grim. It wouldn't be that simple -- it never was. There was always a catch, always a risk, and he hated that. It meant the danger of losing his brother or his life was all too real, and that terrified him. He wished he could control everything, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to try -- because it wasn't a matter of what he could do, it was a matter of what he needed to do.
<abstersiveTournure> [where did it cut off]
-*- PurpleKoopa he'd be damned if he wasn't going to try
-*- abstersiveTournure but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to try -- because it wasn't a matter of what he could do, it was a matter of what he needed to do.
-*- abstersiveTournure He took a heavy breath and crossed his arms studiously. He couldn't -- there had to be something else. Had to be. He'd make one. "No. It's too risky. Death is not only a possibility, it's a likelihood."
-*- chthonianGunslinger What a negative attitude. Not that he was surprised, but still. So what if there was a risk? There was always a risk. Every day, ever hour, death was waiting just around the corner. Watching.
-*- chthonianGunslinger That was just plain ol' fact.
-*- Rabbit lada dadada, lada dadada...
-*- Rabbit presumabley has been standing here for a while now, unless we were waaaay a ways down the hall?
-*- chthonianGunslinger But he wasn't going to let fear freeze him in place, oh no. Not here, not anywhere. There was no point in /avoiding/ it, it'd always be there.
-*- chthonianGunslinger But you could cheat it.
<abstersiveTournure> [sorry Rabbit, Vergil will talk to you and ask you questions about stuff and hang out with you later when he is not worried for people's safety]
-*- chthonianGunslinger You could make death your bitch if you knew how, and he knew how. He'd laugh right in its face if he could, and that was no different here.
-*- chthonianGunslinger In fact, he'd been expecting this all along. So much so, that he couldn't muster even an ounce of indignation. Only a smirk.
<chthonianGunslinger> says you. who says we all have t'be there? or even there at all? if we could remotely turn that bad boy on, we'd be set fer life. n' even if we couldn't, well...
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<chthonianGunslinger> ...who says we can't send in someone t'do all the dirty work?
<chthonianGunslinger> if we send in someone fast enough, they could be in n' out 'fore the gnosis even get there. they're in the dockin' bay, 'member? i dunno 'bout you, but i'm pretty sure a dockin' bay is the last place you'd find a generator in.
<chthonianGunslinger> 'course, there'd have to be some other way outta there fer 'em...but who designs a station one way only?
-*- abstersiveTournure "Those are all what ifs," Vergil ground out, holding his ground -- if only because he was desperate not to give up on a flawless plan, an assurance that they would be safe and could accomplish it. He couldn't afford not to have either.
-*- abstersiveTournure "You are basing all this on the hope that they are not spreading through the ship as we speak -- that they are not a looming threat over our heads, and we would never so much as sense them."
-*- abstersiveTournure ...Actually
-*- chthonianGunslinger did you just remember your brother's title vergil
-*- chthonianGunslinger because
-*- chthonianGunslinger you know
-*- abstersiveTournure He'd barely thought of that. But it was a terrifying thought, and he paced the width of the hall, driven by nervousness. He couldn't do anything else and it bugged the hell out of him.
-*- chthonianGunslinger not everyone is the destroyer of friendship
<abstersiveTournure> [are timey powers even effective here]
<abstersiveTournure> [probably not]
<chthonianGunslinger> [excuz u]
<Rabbit> (ff)
<chthonianGunslinger> [timey powers do not just gO AWAY]
<chthonianGunslinger> [i know you think everyone is a cartoon villain like you but sOME OF US]
<chthonianGunslinger> [HAVE]
<chthonianGunslinger> [LEGITMATELY USEFUL ABILTIES]
<abstersiveTournure> [yeah you've done such a gREAT job of using them effectively so far]
<chthonianGunslinger> [THEY WEREN'T APPLICABLE UNTIL NOW]
<chthonianGunslinger> [so sUE ME]
-*- chthonianGunslinger "my, aren't we jittery?"
-*- abstersiveTournure Yes he really is thank you for noticing.
-*- chthonianGunslinger What is wrong to poke a few holes in his brother's already crumbling confidence? Maybe. Did that make it any less fun? Haha, no way.
-*- Rabbit ...
-*- Rabbit hmm
-*- Rabbit will just
-*- Rabbit reach into his pocket
-*- Rabbit and
-*- chthonianGunslinger Okay, maybe he did have a point. They could already be starting to spread, if that really was their modus operandi. But you know what? That too was a what if, and a negative one at that.
-*- Rabbit pull out some guacamole
-*- Rabbit and then offer it to Vergil
<Rabbit> "Want some guacamole, buddy?"
<abstersiveTournure> [omf wow Rabbit you cute aaaah]
-*- chthonianGunslinger Besides, if that was the case then what were they doing here? Time was of the essence, and they already wasting buckets of it.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Wait--
<Rabbit> (uwu* guacamole is how you calm nervious people down. fact.)
<chthonianGunslinger> "...but don't think y'think yer forgettin' somethin'?"
<chthonianGunslinger> "fine, let's assume they're already crawlin' over the ship like ants over a picnic."
<chthonianGunslinger> "but they--"
-*- chthonianGunslinger Uh.
-*- Rabbit guacamooooole
-*- chthonianGunslinger How long have they been keeping that there?
-*- PurpleKoopa aren't you going to offer them some chips with that
-*- Rabbit I don't know and I don't have any chips
-*- Rabbit I have sour cream though
-*- Rabbit do
-*- Rabbit do you want that
-*- Rabbit don't worry the guacamole is not nearly as old as I am
-*- chthonianGunslinger is that mold
-*- Rabbit is that not good for humans?
-*- Rabbit I mean it might be but
-*- Rabbit it might /not/ be
-*- abstersiveTournure The words did nothing to ease the building tension, the white-knuckled fists, the uneven breathing -- there were no buts, there was no silver lining. The only way out was to risk his and his brother's lives, just like he was doing right then, and that was unacceptable -- and someone is trying to offer him guacamole.
-*- Rabbit uvu*
-*- abstersiveTournure He let out a harsh breath, tried to breathe deeper, tried -- "No, I do not want guacamole --" thWAP.
-*- abstersiveTournure ...
-*- abstersiveTournure Oh. There went the bowl, flying from the hand he'd just struck. Crap.
-*- chthonianGunslinger !!!
-*- abstersiveTournure He stared at it for a long moment, then very slowly leaned down, snatched it back up with a trembling hand, and held it out without so much as looking at the kindly automaton.
<abstersiveTournure> [was really torn between accepting it and settling down or flipping out, so I kind of did the latter plus damage control]
<abstersiveTournure> [I'm sorry Rabbit, my character has problems ono]
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Oh, Vergil. Why couldn't you have kept your cool just this once? It was antics like this that made everyone else in the game hate you. Even if you were just trying to keep everyone alive. They couldn't see that. They could only see some jerk flipping out and making things worse.
-*- chthonianGunslinger But Dante knew that was already too much to ask. Because his brother needed perfect. If it couldn't be done right, it shouldn't be done at all. A margin of error was a chasm of death to him. It didn't matter how good it was, it wasn't good enough unless everything could be predicted. Controlled. And when it couldn't, well...
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Ah, damnit, here comes that guilt again. And here he was hoping he could get off scot free without it.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Okay, no, mocking Vergil's anxiety wasn
<chthonianGunslinger> (ffffuck you too)
-*- chthonianGunslinger probably wasn't cool. In fact, he probably only made it worse. But...
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...No, no buts. It just simply wasn't cool.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Goddamnit.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Now with his guilt properly weighing him down like a anchor, he had no choice but to approach his brother now. Gently, slowly, as if approaching a wild animal. He's done this song and dance plenty of times before-- one wrong move and it was a one way ticket to black eye city.
<chthonianGunslinger> "hey, hey, listen--"
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-*- chthonianGunslinger Were it anyone else grabbing his shoulder they'd probably be whacked right in the face, but not him. He knew that for a fact.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Or, well.
-*- chthonianGunslinger He was placing all his bets on it, hopefully, still being a fact.
<chthonianGunslinger> "i know it's a long shot... but it's the only chance we got. 'sides, we've gotten outta tighter binds than this, haven't we?"
<chthonianGunslinger> "you just gotta trust me on this one."
<chthonianGunslinger> "okay?"
-*- abstersiveTournure Dante indeed was not promptly socked in the jaw. Instead, as though abruptly triggered to motion at the touch, his still-shaking hands dropped, were stuffed into his pockets. He shrugged his shoulders forward until the material was taut, as though it would hold them still, keep them from shivering -- as though to curl up and protect himself. As though his breath wasn't crushed out of his lungs, throat tight --
-*- abstersiveTournure He lowered his eyes, bore a hole in the ground, looked to the side. Opened his mouth to draw in a very controlled breath when his head and lungs throbbed simultaneously. Controlled -- because he dared not test how Dante would react.
-*- abstersiveTournure And then let it out as a soft, short sigh. Even, steady, as though his vision wasn't swimming now. He grimaced at the ground and could not respond.
-*- abstersiveTournure It wasn't -- it wasn't a matter of trust, was it? He trusted Dante more than anything -- Dante was the only one he trusted, the only one who was there for all of it, who knew what it meant when his knuckles went white, when he just snapped, even if he didn't always act on the signs (...Vergil probably wouldn't want him to, anyway). No one else could look at him and -- and understand.
<abstersiveTournure> [Has any of this gotten cut off?]
-*- PurpleKoopa -- and
<chthonianGunslinger> [and under]
-*- abstersiveTournure No one else could look at him and -- and understand.
<abstersiveTournure> [The first one didn't?? It looks like it should've.]
<chthonianGunslinger> [there was a random dash but i didn't think too much of it]
<chthonianGunslinger> [ As though his breath wasn't crushed out of his lungs, throat tight --]
<abstersiveTournure> [oh yeah that's how I meant it to be]
<abstersiveTournure> [Ahaha, I use a lot of dashes so.]
-*- abstersiveTournure It wasn't like he didn't trust Dante to do his best, because he knew he would -- could do nothing else. Dante would do what Dante did, and would be there when he was needed, but --
-*- abstersiveTournure Even he could not transcend death. No one could -- he knew that, had seen it, but it was like he was never afraid, was always more than ready to face it while his brother clung to plans and failsafes and defensible positions, none of which they really had except a hare-brained scheme that was more likely to just get someone killed. He'd always been the one to plan, to make failsafes, to hew out a shelter where Dante bulldozed a path.
<abstersiveTournure> [I am going to assume it got cut off]
-*- abstersiveTournure He'd always been the one to plan, to make failsafes, to hew out a shelter where Dante bulldozed a path.
-*- abstersiveTournure And now --
-*- abstersiveTournure And now --
-*- abstersiveTournure Everything was falling apart, especially him.
-*- abstersiveTournure And he was supposed to put his faith in a half-baked plot running on prayer and duct tape to keep them safe.
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-*- abstersiveTournure He closed his eyes and shook his head, jaw tight. He couldn't.
<abstersiveTournure> [ok now I'm done]
<abstersiveTournure> [Sorry, I accidentally words sometimes]
<chthonianGunslinger> [whoops sorry]
<chthonianGunslinger> [yeah that lost one stopped]
<chthonianGunslinger> [He'd always been the one to pla]
<abstersiveTournure> [already posted it 8y]
<chthonianGunslinger> [oh]
<chthonianGunslinger> [wow look at me]
<chthonianGunslinger> [i accidentally derp sometimes]
<abstersiveTournure> [Pff, it's ok -- it's 5:30 a.m. so it is acceptable.]
<abstersiveTournure> [I am somehow not dying of sleep deprivation? Probably because it feels like it's still around dinner time.]
<chthonianGunslinger> [ffff]
<chthonianGunslinger> [you trooper you]
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...
-*- chthonianGunslinger He didn't believe it. Not out of stubborness, or because he didn't feel like it, he just...couldn't believe it. He didn't say a single word but Dante could his answer clear as day on his face. He couldn't. He just couldn't.