[it's okay because no one told taako about CYOA group 2 because he can't exactly move, so, we are truly in the shit now, Hansa.]
Uh-- with the healing gun! But also a real gun, earlier, when a teen in a dream shot me. Though I guess he hit me in the head with a baseball bat first. And then a guy I'd been on a couple of dates with showed up and gut stabbed me, [He pulls up his shirt, where his middle is all bandaged up] and then I had to hang myself! So all in all, a pretty normal Thursday.
[He moves to sit next to Taako, and pats the floor - the cat, initially wary, instantly moves to jump into Hansa's lap and curls up there. Its not a young cat, by the looks of it - it already has grey hairs on its face and neck.]
We rescued him when he was a kitten. His name is Treasure.
[He does reach over to push the cat's nose - and it probably swipes at him, because it's a cat - but he doesn't seem offended. Taako actually likes cats quite a bit.]
Well, yeah. That's the thing about Taako. I will never learn, I will never change, and I will still be as astonishingly beautiful in a century as I am today. It's called reliable.
Why not? You are reliable. And details? You want details...?
[Just says it like it is! And....ha, one has to wonder why they'd be so sad coming out of a nice world like that, huh? They've got kids, a cat, probably a white picket fence and a house! All perfect!]
[And yet, Hansa's face falls slightly, that distant look on his face like he had when he exited from the bridge.]
[He just looks a little confused for a second, because, okay, sure it's an illusion in a murder dungeon, but also he could see how that'd be sad? It would fuck someone up? He doesn't know quite what to do, because he's deeply terrible with emotions, but he just continues scritching the kitty cat instead.]
Oh, uh. Yikes?
[That is not an appropriate response but he does seem genuine. Yikes!!! rip in pieces]
Dunno, I mean. I get it. Being doused in someone else's memories isn't always pleasant or fun like the trip I had. Sometimes it's a real fucking bummer!
[He actually seems to ease at the pat to the face? Look, sometimes its the little things, though he actually looks faintly amused by the gesture. It's very Taako.]
...Tell me more about what you went through. [He leans his chin on his hand.] It sounds like a real mess.
[Taako voice: once I doused the whole ass world in my memories, but I don't remember that, so lets pretend it didn't happen. He lays back down and just ROLLS HIS EYES at the thought of his fun dungeon time.]
A mess about covers it. Um, me and Yoshizawa went through this part where we were cheerleaders for a football game of our friends murdering each other. And, uh, I stabbed a cheerleader, but it turned out to be Lup. Like, I've seen all these people die before - like, we've all died a lot - but it's still fucking annoying when the place is clearly trying to get your goat.
Well, that sounds fun. [A low groan.] I don't even see the point. Its like "gathering nova" is the equivalent of "throwing a bunch of us in a fish bowl and shaking it to see the results".
That's not even the whole thing. Then we showed up for Graduation. Had a little friend for each of us waiting. Mine was, uh, this guy called Kravitz? We've uh-- [Hm.] He was nice. Anyway, he's like. Death. Or a Reaper. I think it's a thriving job market, but, um, he got sent to collect our souls once. For all the dying crimes.
Anyway, he stabbed me. Or I guess he stabbed himself which ended up with me being stabbed. Theeeen we had to hang ourselves.
[Pulling down his collar so he can see the noose mark.]
I mean, I guess I can get the stabbing part, even though I don't understand why this Kravitz of yours would stab himself, but...hanging? Why? Who forced you to?
Some cheerleading jackass. Like she even knows anything about anyone! Fuck her. Look, surely a figment of an illusion can handle a few mild insults by a very stressed out victim without snapping and trying to kill them. [Did. Taako bait a memory-NPC into snapping.] And a guy dressed as a priest, but he showed up again at the end in a suit to give a little speech about faith and holding hands or whatever to us.
I mean, I was only barely conscious at that point, so, who knows what he actually meant.
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Uh-- with the healing gun! But also a real gun, earlier, when a teen in a dream shot me. Though I guess he hit me in the head with a baseball bat first. And then a guy I'd been on a couple of dates with showed up and gut stabbed me, [He pulls up his shirt, where his middle is all bandaged up] and then I had to hang myself! So all in all, a pretty normal Thursday.
How was yours?
[haha]
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[He just stares. How...does he even react to all that?]
Well, I don't know if living ten years in another world while only a few hours pass here is on the same level...
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And you obtained a cat, somehow?
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[He moves to sit next to Taako, and pats the floor - the cat, initially wary, instantly moves to jump into Hansa's lap and curls up there. Its not a young cat, by the looks of it - it already has grey hairs on its face and neck.]
We rescued him when he was a kitten. His name is Treasure.
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[He does reach over to push the cat's nose - and it probably swipes at him, because it's a cat - but he doesn't seem offended. Taako actually likes cats quite a bit.]
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[The cat does not swipe, but just backs off, sort of giving the wide-eyed offended look that cats do. What are you doing, strange man. :/]
I mean, some of it seemed to fly by pretty fast...but ten years had passed, regardless.
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[Actually trying to be nice to the cat now, holding out his hand for it to sneef.]
What'd you guys do? During the ten years.
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[Treasure is still dubious! But he will....slowly come in to sniff. Just a little bit.]
We raised our kids.
[pardon]
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[IS THAT THE APPROPRIATE RESPONSE.]
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...They weren't our biological children, idiot.
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Just trying to lighten the mood! You seem really bummed out!
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[............"Bummed out" is an understatement.]
Ha. [And his expression relaxes, amused.] Looks like your sense of humor hasn't changed much after ten years.
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[Trying to pet the kitty cat on the head.]
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[Reliable, that is. Also Treasure...accepts the pats! No purring, though.]
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[Scritchy scritchy on the chin.]
[of the cat, not hansa]
Any more details than that that I'm allowed - ten years, beautiful children, cat obtained - or is that all I'm getting.
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Why not? You are reliable. And details? You want details...?
[Just says it like it is! And....ha, one has to wonder why they'd be so sad coming out of a nice world like that, huh? They've got kids, a cat, probably a white picket fence and a house! All perfect!]
[And yet, Hansa's face falls slightly, that distant look on his face like he had when he exited from the bridge.]
...
My son is dead.
[Ah.]
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Oh, uh. Yikes?
[That is not an appropriate response but he does seem genuine. Yikes!!! rip in pieces]
. . . Sorry. And stuff. That sucks.
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[He just sighs and rubs at his face.]
Sorry. I mean, its actually more complicated than that, but...well, it sure is a nice thing to end ten years with.
[He's honestly going to be okay, because this is Hansa "Too Mentally Adjusted" Cervantes they're talking about, but man, does it hurt like a bitch.]
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pat Hansa on the face. There there.]
Dunno, I mean. I get it. Being doused in someone else's memories isn't always pleasant or fun like the trip I had. Sometimes it's a real fucking bummer!
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[He actually seems to ease at the pat to the face? Look, sometimes its the little things, though he actually looks faintly amused by the gesture. It's very Taako.]
...Tell me more about what you went through. [He leans his chin on his hand.] It sounds like a real mess.
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A mess about covers it. Um, me and Yoshizawa went through this part where we were cheerleaders for a football game of our friends murdering each other. And, uh, I stabbed a cheerleader, but it turned out to be Lup. Like, I've seen all these people die before - like, we've all died a lot - but it's still fucking annoying when the place is clearly trying to get your goat.
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[Taako, please get yourself a feelings hooker.]
Well, that sounds fun. [A low groan.] I don't even see the point. Its like "gathering nova" is the equivalent of "throwing a bunch of us in a fish bowl and shaking it to see the results".
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Anyway, he stabbed me. Or I guess he stabbed himself which ended up with me being stabbed. Theeeen we had to hang ourselves.
[Pulling down his collar so he can see the noose mark.]
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[Taako??]
I mean, I guess I can get the stabbing part, even though I don't understand why this Kravitz of yours would stab himself, but...hanging? Why? Who forced you to?
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[SUCH HATRED IN HIS VOICE.]
Some cheerleading jackass. Like she even knows anything about anyone! Fuck her. Look, surely a figment of an illusion can handle a few mild insults by a very stressed out victim without snapping and trying to kill them. [Did. Taako bait a memory-NPC into snapping.] And a guy dressed as a priest, but he showed up again at the end in a suit to give a little speech about faith and holding hands or whatever to us.
I mean, I was only barely conscious at that point, so, who knows what he actually meant.
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