Lithaladhwen: (Tahoma!) PapatymisonN: (Times.) PapatymisonN: (With flavour.) PapatymisonN: *Who knew that he had the potential to become an
MCF* PapatymisonN: *it covers the tatters that clothe him, and the blood of
the cloak's former owner...* Lithaladhwen: (I totally knew that, actually.) PapatymisonN: *he heads for the mountains, hoping to find a cave of
some sort to hide in, for the moment...* PapatymisonN: *his search is futile, for the most part... but as he stops
to lean against a field of vines, he stops.* PapatymisonN: *there's nothing behind the vines.* PapatymisonN: ... well... someone's ... PROBABLY trying to hide. PapatymisonN: *he pushes past the veil, and observes...* PapatymisonN: (take it!) Lithaladhwen: *He finds a tunnel with round, smooth walls, leading back into
the stone face of the mountain.* Lithaladhwen: *The vines are angry at his intrusion, but mostly harmless.* Lithaladhwen: *One slaps him in the face.* PapatymisonN: WHUH! e_e *in a quick motion, a glowing sword
appears in his hand...* PapatymisonN: Try. That. Again. Lithaladhwen: *Not actually being sentient, the mass of vines does not heed his
warning and slaps at him one more time.* PapatymisonN: *it does not retract in time to not be severed* Lithaladhwen: *No, probably not.* Lithaladhwen: *Continuing down the hallway, he finds that it winds back
through the stone, twisting and turning until the late summer heat no longer
reaches him. It's starting to get a little chilly in there.* Lithaladhwen: *As he continues along the smooth-walled corridor, he finds a
thick, heavy wooden door. It has a knob! ...But seems to be locked.* PapatymisonN: ... sublety or thuggish antics? PapatymisonN: ... I'm not in the mood to fuck around. e_e PapatymisonN: *sends a mighty kick into the door!* Lithaladhwen: *It holds!* Lithaladhwen: *Looks like it might be designed to keep people out.* PapatymisonN: ... gk. ... PapatymisonN: *takes grip of the doorknob, seeking to twist it loose* Lithaladhwen: *Deadbolted!* Lithaladhwen: *There must be SOMETHING in there for it to be locked like
that.* PapatymisonN: ... PapatymisonN: *jams his blade in between the door and the doorjamb,
seeking to pry it open...* Lithaladhwen: *That seems to be working!* Lithaladhwen: *In fact, as he does this, the stone around the deadbolt begins
chipping off, and finally comes loose. Door is openable.* PapatymisonN: *walks in, closing the door as best he can behind
him...* Lithaladhwen: *Inside, he sees things!* Lithaladhwen: *On the far wall was a stove-sink combination used as a little
kitchenette. On the right wall toward the back is a shut door, probably a closet or
something. Only when he closes the door can he see what's on the floor behind
it.* Lithaladhwen: *It's a young woman, lying as if asleep on her mattress. There's
a suggestion that she isn't sleeping, however. Many suggestions, actually.* Lithaladhwen: *She isn't breathing. She isn't moving. And she's covered in dust
so old that the cobwebs under her fingertips have dead spiders in them, also
covered in a thick furry layer of dust. She's been there a while.* Lithaladhwen: (No description of the girl necessary, I assume.) PapatymisonN: (None.) PapatymisonN: ... looks like someone just dropped. PapatymisonN: *pokes her gently with his sword* PapatymisonN: ... huh. Lithaladhwen: *is poked* Lithaladhwen: *some dust drifts off of her* PapatymisonN: ... well, saves me the trouble. *looks for some food...* Lithaladhwen: *Past the back door is a wine cellar. It's full of shelves, all of
which are covered in alcohol except for a few that have preserved food and one
with cigars and cigarettes stacked up.* PapatymisonN: *un-summoning his blade, he takes a preserve or two,
before sparking up the cigar with a small Ignite spell* PapatymisonN: *... wait... the corpse... it doesn't smell, does it?* Lithaladhwen: *Nope.* PapatymisonN: ... Lithaladhwen: *In fact, it's breathing.* PapatymisonN: ... huh. Lithaladhwen: *It wasn't doing that before, right?* Lithaladhwen: *Weird!* PapatymisonN: *resummons his blade, and heads over, putting it to the
"corpse's" neck* PapatymisonN: *with a sharp kick to the side* Wake up. Lithaladhwen: *It rolls over, and dust flies off.* Lithaladhwen: *Her fingertips twitch, then her eyelids.* PapatymisonN: Morning. Lithaladhwen: *Her eyes clench shut, as if the scant light in the room is hurting
her eyes.Then she's no longer on the pallet. She's teleported to another corner of
the room.* PapatymisonN: o.o e_e Lithaladhwen: Bring a sword at me in my house, why don't you. You always
attack every corpse you see? PapatymisonN: Only when they're not corpses. Lithaladhwen: I think I do a reasonably good imitation. PapatymisonN: You fooled me at first, I'll give you that. Lithaladhwen: That's because I really was dead. You poked me, didn't you? Lithaladhwen: I felt that. It's kind of rude. PapatymisonN: ... I apoligize. Now, could you get out of my house,
please? Lithaladhwen: *laughs* Lithaladhwen: Your house? You don't even know where all the exits are. PapatymisonN: I'm a quick study. PapatymisonN: Now, if you wouldn't mind... *points with his sword to
the door* Lithaladhwen: And if I do? PapatymisonN: That's not an option. Lithaladhwen: *sigh* I'm not giving over my house to some squatter. All I
wanted was to lie here and be left alone. But no. Some fuck with a sword who
can't get a job and build his own damn house has to come bother me. Lithaladhwen: You know I carved this house out of the stone myself? Lithaladhwen: I don't feel like doing the same to you. But I will. Lithaladhwen: Especially if you're wanting to give me orders. Lithaladhwen: *pulls a cigarette from her pocket, finds that it's turned to dust,
and curses under her breath* Lithaladhwen: *mutters* Haven't had a smoke in a year. Damn it. PapatymisonN: *tosses her one of the cigars he pocketed* Lithaladhwen: *catches* Thanks. *strikes a match* Lithaladhwen: I see you found my stash. I keep good shit, don't I? PapatymisonN: You do... Lithaladhwen: So? I don't mind sharing. But you're not the master of this house,
and if you start acting like it, things will go poorly. Lithaladhwen: Be nice and I share the poisonous good things in life. Lithaladhwen: *takes a deep drag on her cigar* PapatymisonN: ... be nice... PapatymisonN: ... eh. I suppose I can save myself the trouble. PapatymisonN: *bye bye sword/ PapatymisonN: * PapatymisonN: And I'll have you know I'm no "fuck with a sword". PapatymisonN: I'm... ... ... PapatymisonN: ... not just some fuck with a sword. *takes a seat* PapatymisonN: *smokes the cigar he had previously...* Lithaladhwen: Oh yeah? And I'm not just some broad with a house. Lithaladhwen: But as long as we're making generalizations about each other,
I'm going to think of you as some fuck with a sword. Lithaladhwen: My name is Eve. Lithaladhwen: You? PapatymisonN: ... Sean Adams. Lithaladhwen: Nice exchanging threats with you, Sean. Lithaladhwen: Is there a reason you're in my house? PapatymisonN: I need a place to stay until I figure out my next move. Lithaladhwen: ... Lithaladhwen: Your what now? PapatymisonN: I... have plans that are not finished. PapatymisonN: I am yet to figure out how to attain my goals. Lithaladhwen: Oh? My sister nearly wiped out life on Igala recently. Can you top
that? PapatymisonN: I'm not so greedy. Lithaladhwen: *sighs* She did it for a man, too. Lithaladhwen: So what've you got planned? Anything interesting? PapatymisonN: ... ... I want my nation finally given to me. e_e Lithaladhwen: Oh, cripes. You're one of those, aren't you? Lithaladhwen: Fuck me in the goat ass. *smokes* Where do you people come
from? PapatymisonN: Nowhere pleasant. Lithaladhwen: So, lemme guess. Lithaladhwen: You want to conquer some nation, probably Doma because
everybody wants to conquer Doma, and then I bet you have no idea what the fuck
you'll do after that. Lithaladhwen: I think you just like to dominate people and make them suffer. PapatymisonN: ... well, first, Doma really IS mine. PapatymisonN: And second... whatever I do to those people is right. Lithaladhwen: *snorts* Lithaladhwen: That's what I thought. Lithaladhwen: You people aren't good for anything but causing suffering. And
you know what? People can suffer just fine without you. You don't perform any
service to the universe that random chance doesn't take care of in your absence. PapatymisonN: I would care, were I in service to the universe. Lithaladhwen: What I'm saying is that you people, you conquering crazies, are a
dime a dozen. Even if you get control for a while, you don't know what to do with
it once you've got it. It's like... you're bored and can't think of anything to do but
take over X or Y nation. PapatymisonN: ... Doma. PapatymisonN: Truly. PapatymisonN: Is. PapatymisonN: MINE. PapatymisonN: ... you don't recognize this face, apparently. PapatymisonN: *stands, putting out the cigar* PapatymisonN: I share it with someone. Lithaladhwen: Yeah. Looking like someone totally means you get what they've
got. Lithaladhwen: You're right. Point proven. PapatymisonN: It is the weak willed, limp-wristed, unfit little monarch
of this land... Lithaladhwen: e_e Lithaladhwen: Okay. Let's try this another direction. Lithaladhwen: You claim Doma's already yours. You're just going to go take it
back or some shit. Why? What the hell do you want it for? You can't do anything
that couldn't be accomplished by the brainwashed preadolescent minions of my
sister. Lithaladhwen: You get it? Lithaladhwen: You're. Lithaladhwen: All. Lithaladhwen: The same. Lithaladhwen: You're all would-be petty dictators, and none of you are special. Lithaladhwen: Nothing will change that. Lithaladhwen: Nothing will change that you can't do anything else. Lithaladhwen: You dig? PapatymisonN: ... you must understand something. Lithaladhwen: *stares at him with her arms crossed and a cigar in her teeth* PapatymisonN: This is my BIRTHRIGHT. Lithaladhwen: *smirks past the cigar* Lithaladhwen: Says who? You know how many people are born with a claim to
Doma? You seriously need to find a hobby. Lithaladhwen: Take up needlepoint. Buy a winery. Something. PapatymisonN: Are you an IDIOT? PapatymisonN: That TWIT was put on the throne, while I was MADE
to be his better! PapatymisonN: I AM his better! Lithaladhwen: How do you know? PapatymisonN: ... LOOK AT ME. PapatymisonN: I am all he is, but more. Lithaladhwen: .....Pfft. So Charles could stand to gain a little weight. Lithaladhwen: Maybe he's stressed. Give him time. PapatymisonN: To what? Continue to engage in the foolish path he's
chosen? PapatymisonN: Did you know he brooks the Barians just off his
shores? Lithaladhwen: Ooooh. So you have policy issues then. I thought you didn't care
about anybody's wellbeing. What do you care what he does with his people? What
are they to you? PapatymisonN: ... they're as much my possessions as Doma is. Lithaladhwen: Well. You're in my house. That makes you as much my
possession as this house is. In fact! *holds up her cigar proudly* Lithaladhwen: I have conquered Inustan! Behold! Lithaladhwen: I have their treasure! Lithaladhwen: *smokes again* Honestly, man. Lithaladhwen: You don't think before you go conquering shit, do you? PapatymisonN: ... you still are so shortsighted that you do NOT
understand me. PapatymisonN: I. Am. The king. Were it not for my... interesting
origins, we would be the same. Lithaladhwen: But your origins are different. Only one of you was born to the
royal household. Lithaladhwen: That's how Doma measures the whole birthright thing. PapatymisonN: ... I am STILL the king. Lithaladhwen: If your logic holds up, why am I unconvinced? PapatymisonN: Is it possible you've been brain damaged? Lithaladhwen: *grins* Nearly, but not quite. Lithaladhwen: Listen. Let's have a tea party. *blinks out and reappears with a
wineskin* Lithaladhwen: *pours two glasses* Sitcher ass down for a sec. Lithaladhwen: *offers him a glass* PapatymisonN: ... *takes it and takes a long swallow* PapatymisonN: *sits, landing the glass down with him* Lithaladhwen: Good stuff, isn't it? I have an arrangement with a local that I kick
the vine's ass in exchange for the wine from its berries. Lithaladhwen: Anyway. *sits down across from him* Lithaladhwen: Here's the thing. Lithaladhwen: And you had better feel fucking grateful I'm telling you about this,
because I think you haven't had a conversation with another human being in a
long time. You could stand to hear me out. Lithaladhwen: My sister just died. Lithaladhwen: Well, nearly a year ago. So not "just." Lithaladhwen: But she died because I had to help people kill her. She was going
to fuck everything over, and I mean right down to covering Igala in undead and
killing everybody else, because she thought she had no other way to be happy. Lithaladhwen: This is what would have happened if she'd gotten what she
needed to be happy. Unfortunately, her happiness couldn't be my top concern,
because my safety wasn't on the list for her. Lithaladhwen: With her, I can at least point to a reason for what she did. I can
say, "She needed this that was missing from her life." Lithaladhwen: You seem to be doing this for... I dunno. Some desire to be
significant. Lithaladhwen: And that's why I'm saying. Anyone can destroy and conquer, and
quite frankly it would happen without you. Lithaladhwen: Therefore. Lithaladhwen: It doesn't make you significant. It makes you another head in a
basket at the end of some mercenary's day. Lithaladhwen: What do you really want? PapatymisonN: ... ... ... PapatymisonN: Purpose. PapatymisonN: ... without this... what is there for... just... a sick,
hatched dragon's egg, hmm? PapatymisonN: I would be NOTHING without this. NOTHING. PapatymisonN: I refuse to embrace that. PapatymisonN: *finishes the wine* Lithaladhwen: *sighs and drains her glass* Now that is something I can
understand. Lithaladhwen: It must be nice to point to something and say, "That's why I
exist." It's what my sister did. She gave her whole life away for that. She...
*frowns* She looked at him and said, "There's my destiny, for good or ill." Lithaladhwen: I thought the same thing when she asked for my help. Lithaladhwen: Maybe that's it for me, you know? Maybe I'm just destined to be
used and destroyed for the sake of someone else. Maybe that's the only thing I'm
good for. Lithaladhwen: But I sided against her. Lithaladhwen: You know why? Lithaladhwen: *points her cigar at him* Anyone who wants you to give up your
own shot at happiness for some abstract goal doesn't know jack shit. Lithaladhwen: And doesn't give a shit about you. Lithaladhwen: That's why I think you've got no reason to do this, why it's so
random and stupid. Lithaladhwen: It doesn't get you anywhere. PapatymisonN: ... I don't care! PapatymisonN: I don't. PapatymisonN: Being THERE and nowhere is better than being
ANYWHERE ELSE and nowhere. PapatymisonN: I can't... be... ANYTHING else. Lithaladhwen: *shrug* You're wrong. And whoever told you that's full of shit.
Someone did tell you that, didn't they? I mean, just keep in mind that they don't
own your fate any more than you own mine. Blahblah Kazeran bullshit, etcetera. Lithaladhwen: If you get Doma, and keep in mind that I don't think you will...no
offense... if you get Doma, it won't make you happy. You'll have fulfilled your
"purpose" and you'll be obsolete again, because you seem to think that your
"purpose" is all you've got. Lithaladhwen: What will you do when you've finished that? You'll have nothing
else. You might as well take over Doma and then shoot yourself in the face,
because you've already decided that you'll never do anything else. Lithaladhwen: Really, man. Think about it. PapatymisonN: Do you really think being there will be so unfulfilling?
So unjoyful? PapatymisonN: No child finally gets the rubber ball they asked for for
Ishmas and simply tosses it in the closet. PapatymisonN: I would REVEL in that place. It's where I BELONG. Lithaladhwen: So, what? You sit on your throne and laugh until you die of old
age? Lithaladhwen: Life is about doing shit. Lithaladhwen: You've got nothing to do. Lithaladhwen: Just something you want. Lithaladhwen: You won't know what to do with it once you've got it, and you
certainly can't do anything with it that I couldn't do myself. Lithaladhwen: I mean, I'm telling you to fucking think. Lithaladhwen: This whole plan isn't all it's cracked up to be, and to top it off, it
isn't even your plan! It sounds like someone else has decided it for you! Lithaladhwen: Be a fucking man! Don't do someone's conquering and bitchwork
for them. PapatymisonN: ... I am NO ONE'S bitch. e_e PapatymisonN: I am no one's tool. Lithaladhwen: Prove it. PapatymisonN: ... there is no one to fill the role. PapatymisonN: There is no "big brother" to which I have or ever will
answer to. PapatymisonN: ... been... alone for most of my life. Lithaladhwen: Who made you, huh? Who made you for this grand purpose that
you had no input in? Lithaladhwen: Why do you have to do what someone else wants or intends? PapatymisonN: ... that's the thing. PapatymisonN: I wasn't made for the purpose of taking Doma. PapatymisonN: I was made for the purpose of fulfilling a fangirl's
dreams. Hilarious, isn't it? Lithaladhwen: *laughs* PapatymisonN: She... liked how the king LOOKED, but not ACTED. PapatymisonN: So, she stole his hair, stole an unfertilized dragon egg,
nearly KILLING herself, and injected me in. PapatymisonN: I... popped out some time later. Lithaladhwen: .... Lithaladhwen: *laughs again* You poor son of a bitch. Lithaladhwen: Wow. Lithaladhwen: But seriously. You're still attaching your self worth to Charles',
aren't you? You're as bad as I am! Lithaladhwen: *chuckles* Lithaladhwen: Always comparing yourself to someone else. PapatymisonN: ... maybe. PapatymisonN: But, what else am I supposed to do with myself, mm?
Plant an herb garden? Open a massage parlor? PapatymisonN: I can do better than THAT... Lithaladhwen: Sure. Anybody can. Lithaladhwen: It doesn't take conquering a nation to be important, to have
purpose. Lithaladhwen: Fuck. Look at me. Do I look like I was the deciding factor in the
fate of the world? Lithaladhwen: Not really. You can say it. Lithaladhwen: But I was. PapatymisonN: ... that's nice... Lithaladhwen: Not really. Lithaladhwen: My sister wanted to wipe my mind and replace it with hers, then
sacrifice me to the gods to get her master back. Lithaladhwen: I was the key. Other people think of great destinies for me. Lithaladhwen: I've decided that anyone who does it is full of shit. Lithaladhwen: So here's the thing. If you want to be happy, just be a fucking
person. Lithaladhwen: If you want to have purpose, go do something no one else can. Lithaladhwen: Conquering? Orcs do that. They smash things and take whatever
they want because they're stronger. It's not such a special approach. Lithaladhwen: Hold on. I need more booze. Lithaladhwen: *goes to grab more wine, and offers to pour him more* PapatymisonN: ... PapatymisonN: *lifts the glass* Lithaladhwen: *fills his glass back up* Lithaladhwen: So? I mean, have you even considered other options? If you want
to rule a nation you've got to have other talents. PapatymisonN: Mostly combat ones. PapatymisonN: Oh. Didn't show you these. PapatymisonN: *lifts the cloak with his wings* Lithaladhwen: Ah, cool. PapatymisonN: It's a curse. *puts them back* PapatymisonN: I was... a bit more of a terrorizer of the land in my
"youth"... some peasants got the drop on me and made me... part
celestial, I suppose... PapatymisonN: I suppose I should have asked what deity I "belonged"
to before I slaughtered them, hmm? Lithaladhwen: *snorts* Maybe! Lithaladhwen: IM: Fucker is crazy. This is what happens when you form
half-baked crazyass plans in total isolation from other people. I mean, shouldn't
whackos have advisors or something to tell them when they're off the deep end? Lithaladhwen: You ever find out? PapatymisonN: No. Don't see it mattering. Lithaladhwen: This is fair. Lithaladhwen: But combat abilities are good things. I mean, someone has to kill
the shit that needs killing. Lithaladhwen: I have friends who can't do much else, but then again, they're
widely considered worthwhile and relevant folk. So, there are always ways. Lithaladhwen: I'm not going to give you the morality lecture, but it's much easier
to have a purpose when you aren't working against all of humanity, y'know? Lithaladhwen: If you have the support of people around you, if you can offer
someone else something besides a blade through the chest, you'll have an easier
time of it. PapatymisonN: ... fighting the good fight will never be me. Ever. PapatymisonN: I've done too much to try and play hero now. Lithaladhwen: Bullshit you have. Lithaladhwen: Seriously. Lithaladhwen: You have got issues, you know that? You always think you're
stuck doing this, stuck being that. Lithaladhwen: That's depressing, and makes me need more wine. Lithaladhwen: *drink* PapatymisonN: *drinks too* PapatymisonN: Y'know the town I mentioned? Not the only one I
killed, and all of them for less reason. PapatymisonN: I've implemented many plans to take the throne. PapatymisonN: I even masqueraded as the king for a while. PapatymisonN: ... I stole his daughter. PapatymisonN: Threw him in Dungeon Block H. PapatymisonN: You don't do that, and turn around and say, "Oh, I wish
to be one of the good guys now." PapatymisonN: Just not done. Lithaladhwen: Says who? Lithaladhwen: Who's giving you that order, huh? Lithaladhwen: "You must be evil and terrible at all times!" Where is the booming
voice from the sky, Sean? PapatymisonN: ... that's not my name. PapatymisonN: It's the name of the man who had Charles' father killed. Lithaladhwen: That's the name you gave. Figured I may as well use it. *voice
gentles up a little* So what do you want me to call you? PapatymisonN: ... Sel will do. Lithaladhwen: All right, Sel. Eve isn't my real name either, but I'd rather you use
it. I don't like carrying my sister's name. PapatymisonN: Understood. Lithaladhwen: Fuck, man. I don't know whether to report you to the royals or
worry about you. Lithaladhwen: I see you doing the same crazy shit I've seen before, and it
doesn't ever end well, for anyone. Including you. PapatymisonN: ... I never planned to die peacefully. PapatymisonN: In fact, if a group of hardy adventurers doesn't stick
the final blade in my chest, I may be downright disappointed. Lithaladhwen: *laughs* Lithaladhwen: Y'know your problem? You're a fatalist. Why you gotta be worried
about... *sets down her wine, figuring she's had enough* ...about all that? You've
given yourself no way to be happy except the hope that someday you can sit on a
fancy chair in a fancy castle and laugh for hours. Lithaladhwen: 'Cuz laughing is a really important part of usurping the throne,
y'know. Lithaladhwen: You've got to. PapatymisonN: *chuckles* I had planned... Lithaladhwen: But really. Everyone else in the world has thought of ways to be
happy. I mean, not just fulfilling some grand purpose, but happy. What're you
gonna do for the rest of your life? Lithaladhwen: Do you have any hobbies? Play a sport? Start a band? Lithaladhwen: What do you do with your time when you aren't gallivanting
around pillaging things? PapatymisonN: Practice to run around pillaging things.... PapatymisonN: ... and... PapatymisonN: At times, I like to see my daughter... Lithaladhwen: Your daughter? PapatymisonN: ... the little woman who "made" me? PapatymisonN: I married her. Didn't see why not at the time... she was
sadistic enough to keep up with me... PapatymisonN: I haven't seen her or Selena in years... o_o Lithaladhwen: That sucks. Why not? PapatymisonN: Been absorbed in my work. PapatymisonN: ... and I've been in jail the last year or so. Lithaladhwen: That's true. Makes it tougher. PapatymisonN: ... gods, she must be so big now... Lithaladhwen: See? You do have things you care about besides being all pillage
and conquer and ravage and loot. PapatymisonN: ... not much else past her. Lithaladhwen: What else do you need? Lithaladhwen: I mean, my parents are dead. You think she misses her dad, Sel? PapatymisonN: ... I'd rather she miss me, than have her know as I am... Lithaladhwen: You have obviously never lost a parent. My father was a cock.
Fucked the housemaid, and voila! Me. Still miss him. PapatymisonN: It's hard to lose a parent when you have none. PapatymisonN: ... and anyways... PapatymisonN: She and her mother still live in Doma, where I'm still a
wanted fugitive. PapatymisonN: ... Not going to endanger them. Lithaladhwen: Pfft. Get them to go someplace else. Lithaladhwen: Seriously. I'm telling you. You should be around your kid. And
anyway, the fact that you don't want her to know you as you are now... well, that
says somethin' doesn't it? Lithaladhwen: I mean, what kind of father should she have? Lithaladhwen: One like mine? An asshole who's ...an asshole, and then finally
up and dies someday? Lithaladhwen: Can't be that hard to do better. Especially if you're all destined
and crap. Lithaladhwen: You know. Destined. Possessing destiny. That's a word. PapatymisonN: ... maybe. PapatymisonN: Gods, I... that's my only soft spot, right there. PapatymisonN: *saying words he's never said before... it's odd to him,
you can tell...* Lithaladhwen: Sel... you don't know because you don't have parents. Which is
cool. Some people hatch from crazy copy-eggs and we'll just deal with that. Lithaladhwen: But you don't know stuff because of that. Lithaladhwen: I know stuff. Lithaladhwen: I had parents. Lithaladhwen: I don't now. I don't have a family at all now. I helped kill the last
one, and that's not a good situation, you know? Lithaladhwen: That where you want your kid to end up? Wandering around
without a family because everyone died or decided to abandon her in favor of
Crazy Evil Planning? Lithaladhwen: It sucks. Lithaladhwen: Seriously. To the max. Sucks. Lithaladhwen: *points at him* And you suck for doing it. PapatymisonN: ... did you really just say "to the max"? PapatymisonN: Are you twelve? Lithaladhwen: No. But I have had a good bit of wine and I am feeling quite
elegant, thank you. Lithaladhwen: I can say "to the max" if I please. It is my destiny that I do so. PapatymisonN: ... very well. PapatymisonN: And... you have to realize... PapatymisonN: I have no idea how to be a father to her. PapatymisonN: Being there may scar her more. Lithaladhwen: You are saying that 'cuz you're scared. You are! You're a crazy
"hatched from an egg" man, but you are having such a typical guy response right
now. Lithaladhwen: "I'm not ready to be a father! What if I fuck up?" Lithaladhwen: *snorts* Lithaladhwen: Here, man. You're empty. *refills him* PapatymisonN: *drinks the glass* Yes I am. Lithaladhwen: Which means there's a person buried under all that destiny in there somewhere. Lithaladhwen: Am I right? PapatymisonN: You could have fooled me. PapatymisonN: *omgtellingstatement* Lithaladhwen: I dunno. Even jerks are people, and it's okay to be a jerk. Just be a person first, y'know? Lithaladhwen: It's all good. PapatymisonN: ... *stands* I should go. PapatymisonN: I still have to find a cave to crawl into before I find Neko and Selena. Lithaladhwen: I have a cave. You can crash here if y'want. PapatymisonN: ... I could always kill you and take it for my own. Lithaladhwen: Might not be as easy as you think. Lithaladhwen: Much easier to share. PapatymisonN: ... reasonable. Lithaladhwen: I'll borrow another mattress thing from a neighbor. If you promise not to kill me in my sleep, you can hang here until you get up the balls to go
find your woman. PapatymisonN: Fair deal. PapatymisonN: (... he's so doomed.) Lithaladhwen: (Doomed how?) Lithaladhwen: (Eve is the one harboring escaped traitors.) PapatymisonN: (He's the one who's trying to make right after being global asshole for years.) PapatymisonN: (That NEVER works out.) Lithaladhwen: (Dunno. There are ways. You just have to be slippery about it.) Lithaladhwen: (Eve can't help with subtlety, as you noticed. She just kind of blurts out what's on her mind. But! There are totally ways.) Lithaladhwen: (At least he can try.) PapatymisonN: (Yeah. It'd just be REALLY easy to fuck up his life, and have him go all berserk.) Lithaladhwen: (He can be all Jean Veljean and start a new life as the mayor of some podunk town.) Lithaladhwen: (Everybody loved Jean Veljean.) PapatymisonN: (... but... he's the sinister king of Doma! To me, that says DOOOOOOOOOOOMED. It's a hard thing for me to resist.) Lithaladhwen: </RP?> PapatymisonN: </rp>
Lithaladhwen: http://cdn5.tribalfusion.com/media/553836.gif Lithaladhwen: Click that. PapatymisonN: ... awwwww... PapatymisonN: ... that's perfect. PapatymisonN: That is the PERFECT "Don" and Selena image. Lithaladhwen: Which is why it was so fucking crazy that it came up randomly. PapatymisonN: Indeed. Lithaladhwen: I cried out in suprise. I hit the back button and realized my uber browser cache had saved it. PapatymisonN: Neat. Lithaladhwen: But yeah. We need to RP this more extensively, so that we know what'll happen. PapatymisonN: No time like the present. Lithaladhwen: This is true! Lithaladhwen: Though much of it relies on Amanda's reply to Things. PapatymisonN: Well, we can just do it, and if she refuses, we can throw it out. Lithaladhwen: How much would we be throwing out? I mean, we've already made lots of plans in her absence. Lithaladhwen: Asking her feels like... a formality at this point. PapatymisonN: That's cuz it really, really is. PapatymisonN: ... let's just do this. Lithaladhwen: Keen. Lithaladhwen: Shit, this is still in the same IM window, too. Lithaladhwen: Score! PapatymisonN: We're good at this. Lithaladhwen: It's the "fate of the Blackwells" RP! PapatymisonN: Where do you want to place it in the timeline, exactly? PapatymisonN: I'm thinking nine years in the future. PapatymisonN: I think she'd be 15. Lithaladhwen: I don't know. I think we should start earlier. Then timelapse as appropriate. Lithaladhwen: (Like, say, showing up at Eve's house covered in blood with a kid?) PapatymisonN: (Kay.) PapatymisonN: *there are slams at Eve's door* Lithaladhwen: *quickly opens it, knowing there's only one person who knows where she lives* PapatymisonN: *and there he stands, the Sinister King. Garbed in his greyed turban, facemask and vestments, he is covered head to toe in
blood. None of it comes from a wound* Lithaladhwen: : ... PapatymisonN: *and, on his shoulder, sits his daughter, barely six, still weeping...* Lithaladhwen: ...What? WHOA! Lithaladhwen: *stands aside so he can come in* Lithaladhwen: : I.... what?! PapatymisonN: *walks in a few steps, then hits his knees, sobbing quietly* It's OK baby... you're safe now... Lithaladhwen: *just stares with her mouth open* PapatymisonN: *the girl has cried herself to sleep...* PapatymisonN: ... *choking on tears* She's dead. PapatymisonN: She didn't even get the chance to call me a bastard of a father... v_v, Lithaladhwen: : I.... oh, shit. Lithaladhwen: Um. Shit. *totally at a loss* Lithaladhwen: *drops down on her knees next to him and lays an arm across his shoulders* I'm... oh, shit. I don't know what to say. Just... this is Selena? PapatymisonN: *nods* Lithaladhwen: *blinks several times* Lithaladhwen: I... I'm so sorry. We couldn't have known. PapatymisonN: ... they had the nerve... PapatymisonN: They had the nerve to take her, and call themselves her parents... Lithaladhwen: I...oh, man. Lithaladhwen: Slow down. What happened? PapatymisonN: ... I sent a letter. From ... Baron. Get to the border, Neko, I need to talk to you... PapatymisonN: No reply. No one there waiting. PapatymisonN: Another letter, same thing. PapatymisonN: I sent FIVE... PapatymisonN: ... eventually, I had to go see her. I went to OUR HOME... PapatymisonN: And THEY were there. PapatymisonN: I would have guessed they were just the king's foolish idea of stand-in parents, were there not a wall there I did not place. PapatymisonN: ... she was behind it. PapatymisonN: My maker... my love... Lithaladhwen: : ...What? Lithaladhwen: *pulls her arm tighter, forcing him to lean on her* Just, c'mere. Tell me what happene.d PapatymisonN: *breathing deeply* For two YEARS they had LIED to her. Told her her mother didn't want her anymore... Lithaladhwen: ... PapatymisonN: ... I made her stay outside before I went to work. e_e Lithaladhwen: *nods and says nothing* Lithaladhwen: IM: Oh, I know. Even if I only a little, I know how you feel. Lithaladhwen: And you came here after that? Lithaladhwen: IM: Of course he did. Where the hell else would he go.... Lithaladhwen: Listen. Please listen to me. PapatymisonN: *looks at her* Lithaladhwen: : I don't have much space here, but give me time. If you want to stay... it'll be cramped for a while. But you'll be safe here. Both of you. No one's
going to fuck with you. PapatymisonN: ... I don't want to be alone for a while. o.o Lithaladhwen: : I know. Believe me I know. Lithaladhwen: Why do you think you found me the way you did? I couldn't handle being alone, so I decided not to be anything. Stay here. Lithaladhwen: You can stay. PapatymisonN: ... *stands* Are you a vegetarian? Lithaladhwen: : *looks puzzled* No... PapatymisonN: Good. I'll be killing things for us to eat. PapatymisonN: My contribution. Lithaladhwen:: Sure. We can cook here without anyone finding us. There's a teleporter above the stove, so the smoke goes someplace else. Lithaladhwen:: I can get us... stuff. Contraband stuff if need be. You'll both need identification. Lithaladhwen: *looks to the little girl* I can handle one more kid. PapatymisonN: ... she won't be much effort. PapatymisonN: ... wait, identification? Lithaladhwen: : You want to walk around being the king's evil clone forever? You want her to be the daughter of the king's evil clone for the rest of her life? Lithaladhwen: You need new identities. At the very least, YOU do. Lithaladhwen: : Give me a name and I'll take care of it. Just make sure she's okay. PapatymisonN: ... give you a name... PapatymisonN: ... I've never had my own. Lithaladhwen: *sigh* No evil clone business. PapatymisonN: ... evil clone business? Lithaladhwen: : Yeah. None of the names that revolve around the king. You need your own. Lithaladhwen: So pick one, or you get a new one at random. PapatymisonN: Like what? Lithaladhwen: Like what? I don't know. I had a brother named Donnie. I didn't totally hate him. That's a name. PapatymisonN: ... Donald. Lithaladhwen: ....'kay. *looks him up and down* Lithaladhwen: : Blackwell. Lithaladhwen: : I knew a nice Blackwell once. PapatymisonN: ... so... Donald Blackwell... PapatymisonN: ... alright. Lithaladhwen: Okay. You're Don and Selena Blackwell now. You can grieve later. *crouches down so they're at eye level* Right now, I need to know what you
need. Lithaladhwen: We need... we need more food, I need water and clothes and... *trails off, listing things in her head now* Lithaladhwen: (Time lapse to... the start of school? Probably a year or two from then?) PapatymisonN: (Yes.) PapatymisonN: Selena! It's your first day, wake up! Lithaladhwen: >.o AGGH. I'm sick. I have the plague. Lithaladhwen: It was the lepers. Lithaladhwen: (Font.) PapatymisonN: Get up or I'll carry you to school with my magical wings. IM: ... that you're never going to see... Lithaladhwen: AAAAaaaawwww fine. Jeez. Lithaladhwen: *gets up and scowls, her hair a royal mess* Lithaladhwen: *irritated cat-ear twitch* Lithaladhwen: See? I'm up. PapatymisonN: ... but not ready. PapatymisonN: *lifts her by the back of her pants* Time for a bath. Lithaladhwen: I can bathe by myself! Daaad! Stoppit! Lithaladhwen: I know how to take a bath. PapatymisonN: *puts her down* Get going while I make breakfast. Lithaladhwen: Good. Besides. A lady needs privacy. *flounces off* PapatymisonN: Pff! Lithaladhwen: (So, they living in an expanded version of Eve's place?) PapatymisonN: (... we'd need something close to a town so she can actually GO to school.) Lithaladhwen: (She's close to a town.) Lithaladhwen: (Just not Doma capital.) PapatymisonN: (then that works* PapatymisonN: ) Lithaladhwen: *comes in after a morning cigarette* She up? PapatymisonN: And bathing. PapatymisonN: *making steak and eggs* Lithaladhwen: Good deal. Also, mind if I take her school shopping this weekend? She'll need all kinds of crap. PapatymisonN: I'm making enough with the money from the hunt. We'll be fine. Lithaladhwen: Yeah? But what do you know about panties and little training bras and things? PapatymisonN: ... Lithaladhwen: You can give me money if you want, but she needs a woman there. Lithaladhwen: *smirk* PapatymisonN: ... *hands over 200 gil* Bring back change. Lithaladhwen: *sigh* All right, all right. Lithaladhwen: I don't know why you don't just let me pay. I'm fucking loaded and we both know it. PapatymisonN: That's nice. I'd like to be self sufficient, thank you. Lithaladhwen: ....Fine. If it is your manly duty to give me money, then so be it. PapatymisonN: ... It's just... something I must do. Lithaladhwen: Okay, okay. I won't push you. Lithaladhwen: Eeeeevve! Lithaladhwen: Oh, gods.*calls* What? Lithaladhwen: *yells* Where's your soap? The stuff that smells good! Lithaladhwen: *facepalm* It's under the sink on the left. Lithaladhwen: Thaaaanks! Lithaladhwen: *sighs* PapatymisonN: ... you're good for her... Lithaladhwen:: Eh. Gotta be good for somebody. And she doesn't ask much. Just smelly soap. PapatymisonN: ... still. Ever since... that night... she's been out one mother. PapatymisonN: ... or so I thought. Lithaladhwen: : ... PapatymisonN: *finishes cooking* Eggs are done. Lithaladhwen:: Right. Eggs. PapatymisonN: How much do you want? Lithaladhwen: Um. About two-eggs' worth. Lithaladhwen: Selena! Eggs! PapatymisonN: *doles it out, with a nice steak to go with it* Lithaladhwen: Dad made them right this time, didn't he? I toooold him to scramble them more. PapatymisonN: I complied. Lithaladhwen: *inspects her eggs* Lithaladhwen: Yes, Selena! They look beautiful. They're safely scrambled. PapatymisonN: *gives her her small steak and one egg's worth of eggs, and puts the rest on his plate* Lithaladhwen: *runs in, wrapped in a towel, and sits down in front of the table* Lithaladhwen: Selena? Clothes? Lithaladhwen: What? You've seen me. Whadda you care if my butt's showing? PapatymisonN: *snicker* Lithaladhwen: Please. For your father's sake. And mine. Lithaladhwen: Clothes before food. PapatymisonN: She's right. Get. Lithaladhwen: e_e Lithaladhwen: *complies* Lithaladhwen: *returns... with pants! and a shirt! and even socks!* Happy? PapatymisonN: Very. Eat. Lithaladhwen: *digs in* Lithaladhwen: *allows herself to snicker, finally* PapatymisonN: ... so what did I tell you about the boys in school? Lithaladhwen: (I used to do that, by the way. The towel thing. Drove my mom nuts.) Lithaladhwen: *as if reciting* That they're all creeps and if anyone tries to talk to me I should tell you first. PapatymisonN: And if they try to touch you...? PapatymisonN: (Psst. Something about disembowlment.) Lithaladhwen: *more recitation* Then I run home and show you who they are so you can tear their guts out and wear them as a hat. PapatymisonN: Good. Lithaladhwen: : You told her that? PapatymisonN: ... is there a problem? Lithaladhwen: .....No. Why not. Disembowel the boys. PapatymisonN: With gusto. *drinks his OJ with a grin* Lithaladhwen: *laughs at him* Lithaladhwen: *stares between the two of them* Lithaladhwen: : Oh, I give up. That is your child. Lithaladhwen: *throws her hands into the air in resignation* Lithaladhwen: Well, yuh! Lithaladhwen: And anyway. Boys are gross. PapatymisonN: That's my girl. Lithaladhwen: *beams at him proudly* PapatymisonN: ^_^ Lithaladhwen: And they're dumb. No offense, dad. I know you were a boy before you were my dad. Lithaladhwen: But you were probably dumb, too. PapatymisonN: ... nope. I wasn't a boy. PapatymisonN: I started out like this. Lithaladhwen: But I wasn't always here. And before I was here, you were a boy. Now you're a dad, and that's different. PapatymisonN: ... oh, HOW can I escape your IRONCLAD logic? Lithaladhwen: Eve says it's because I'm a girl. I can say anything so it's true. Lithaladhwen: You don't tell men that, Selena. Lithaladhwen: Oh! *claps her hands over her mouth* PapatymisonN: I knew already. PapatymisonN: Women's superiority is... intriguing. Lithaladhwen: It's in-what? PapatymisonN: InTRIGUING. Lithaladhwen: What's that mean? PapatymisonN: To arouse the interest or curiousity of. PapatymisonN: It's spelled I-N-T-R-I-G-U-I-N-G. Lithaladhwen: *tilts her head, listening* PapatymisonN: The root is Intrigue, spelled I-N-T-R-I-G-U-E. PapatymisonN: Got that? Lithaladhwen: I think so. Lithaladhwen: Yeah. PapatymisonN: Good. Lithaladhwen: : *checks a clock in the corner* Oh, crap. Two minutes to get there. Gotta go! PapatymisonN: Maybe I SHOULD use my wings. Lithaladhwen: *grabs Eve's hand* It's okay! Eve can take me. We'll 'port there. *takes Eve's hand* Lithaladhwen: I...er... what she said. PapatymisonN: Have fun, sweetie. PapatymisonN: And boys? Lithaladhwen: Gross, dumb, tattling and disembowelment. PapatymisonN: Perfect. Lithaladhwen: Bye! *rushes up and hugs him* PapatymisonN: *hugs back, lifting her* Lithaladhwen: ^_^ Lithaladhwen: *runs back to Eve and grabs her hand again* Lithaladhwen: See you tonight! Lithaladhwen: Be right back. Lithaladhwen: *bamf* PapatymisonN: *strrrrrrrrrretches his wings out* MUCH better... Lithaladhwen: *bamfs back* Lithaladhwen: *sighs* Lithaladhwen: Why is your kid the cutest one there? Am I imagining that? Do I have the parent-sickness? PapatymisonN: Yep. Lithaladhwen: I do? *sigh* This is my life. Lithaladhwen: *sits down* Y'know. I'm glad you broke into my house. There's a good chance I'd still be lying over there if you hadn't put a blade to my throat. PapatymisonN: ... it's my pleasure. Lithaladhwen: Yeah, yeah. I bet. Lithaladhwen: You can continue not doing it, though. I can do without the razor-sharp steel thing. Lithaladhwen: Not top of the turn-on list. PapatymisonN: Oh? And what is, I wonder? Lithaladhwen: That depends. *grin* You asking? PapatymisonN: Why not? I'm bored, and I'm good. And I haven't in a long time. May as well. Lithaladhwen: You're bored... and you're good. Lithaladhwen: Did you just say that? PapatymisonN: I'm twelve. Lithaladhwen: ...Yes, you are. To the max. Lithaladhwen: But I think the fuckbuddy thing would be weird. *smirk* No dice, Don. PapatymisonN: She's not here, you can call me Selrahc. Lithaladhwen: You know I'm not going to do that. Lithaladhwen: I never call you that. Lithaladhwen: That isn't you. PapatymisonN: ... yeah. Yeah, I'm not, am I? Lithaladhwen: Damn straight. He was just this guy, you know? Lithaladhwen: You and your kid live in my house. That's the guy I respect enough to address directly. Lithaladhwen: Not that random guy with a sword. Lithaladhwen: You're a freak sometimes. e_e Lithaladhwen: You're having a midlife crisis at twelve. PapatymisonN: ... I'm surprised more 12 year olds don't. Lithaladhwen: Yeah, well. I didn't. Lithaladhwen: o_o Lithaladhwen: Wait. Maybe I did. Lithaladhwen: I need a cigarette. Lithaladhwen: That's fucked up. Lithaladhwen: *goes outside to light up, since she doesn't smoke around TEH CHILD* Lithaladhwen: *or in Teh Child's living space* PapatymisonN: *joins her with a cigar* PapatymisonN: (Timeskip? PapatymisonN: ) Lithaladhwen: (Yeah. Where? Fourteen? First date?) PapatymisonN: (Oh hell yes.) Lithaladhwen: (You wanna play the boy, and I'll take the ladies?) PapatymisonN: (OK.) Lithaladhwen: (By the way. Eventually we're going to have to decide whether they sleep together. I'm cool either way, but we'll have to figure that out.) PapatymisonN: (... one drunk night is my guess. But past that is up to her.) Lithaladhwen: (There would be lingering weirdness if that's all there was. I rule that they do. But perhaps we should RP the, uh... morning after?) Lithaladhwen: (To decide?) PapatymisonN: (Kay.) Lithaladhwen: (And... Selena's on a sleepover 'cuz I said so.) PapatymisonN: (Me too.) Lithaladhwen: (Eve can be...energetic. There should be no need to worry about scarring the poor kid.) PapatymisonN: (Good. Cuz he's a monster in the sack.) PapatymisonN: (And that's before he inserts.) Lithaladhwen: (They're frighteningly compatible in that sense.) Lithaladhwen: (She'd appreciate that. But she'd demand to be "on top" every now and again, too. 'Cuz she appreciates that, too.) PapatymisonN: (After you.) PapatymisonN: (er, well...) PapatymisonN: *conked out on the bed...* Lithaladhwen: *sleeeeping late because she's lazy* Lithaladhwen: *sleeps curled up in a little ball* Lithaladhwen: *uncurls as she wakes and rolls over to find... oh, look. Don.* Lithaladhwen: o_ô Oooh. Right. Lithaladhwen: *grins and lays back again* Lithaladhwen: Heh. PapatymisonN: ... *stirs* ... morning... Lithaladhwen: Hey, there. Lithaladhwen: Can't say I mind seeing you first thing in the morning. How you feeling? I think we ...had a bit much last night. PapatymisonN: I am feeling... pretty good. Lithaladhwen: Hm. *smiles* Same. Because you know. Lithaladhwen: These past several years, you in my house, raising your kid... have just been my way of getting into your britches. *smirk* Thought you oughtta
know. PapatymisonN: ... you probably could have asked a couple of nights in. Lithaladhwen: *laughs* Lithaladhwen: Ah, but I didn't want to pressure you. You know. Men can be delicate like that. PapatymisonN: ... you know... Selena's not supposed to be back for a few more hours... Lithaladhwen: *eyebrow* I guess not. PapatymisonN: :-D Lithaladhwen: *grins* All right. You win. You can stay in my house. .....*grin turns a little sly* But I'm revoking your bedroom. Lithaladhwen: You're just going to have to find one to borrow. PapatymisonN: I'll spend weeks in the search. Lithaladhwen: *grabs his hand and puts it....somewhere relevant* Be sure to let me know what you find. Lithaladhwen: </that weird part?> PapatymisonN: </thatweirdpart> Lithaladhwen: (Okay! First date things now!) PapatymisonN: (Yes.) PapatymisonN: *searches the house frantically* Eve! PapatymisonN: Where's my claymore? Lithaladhwen: ....What the shit do you need that for? You.... *realization* No. PapatymisonN: Don't hold out on me, Eve. That sword's... very very DIRTY... Lithaladhwen: No. Not when she brings a boy home. Do you want her to feel like she has to sneak around because her father wants to KILL every boy she
meets? Lithaladhwen: No claymore. I veto. PapatymisonN: ... I DO want to kill every boy she meets. PapatymisonN: (Wait... how's he getting here? Just walking?) Lithaladhwen: (Yeah, probably.) Lithaladhwen: But you cannot do that. That's insane! PapatymisonN: *and there's a knock at the door* PapatymisonN: Exactly. Lithaladhwen: ...*w* No claymore! Lithaladhwen: *opens it* PapatymisonN: *stands, looming in the background...* PapatymisonN: *a young, white kid, stands at the door, with flowers in his hand* PapatymisonN: Uh... I'm here to pick up Selena...? Lithaladhwen: Wonderful. Lithaladhwen: Don? Would you go get her? Lithaladhwen: IM: I'm not leaving you alone with the poor kid. PapatymisonN: She's still changing. Sit down, we'll talk. e_e Lithaladhwen: *sighs* Lithaladhwen: Please, come in. Have a seat. PapatymisonN: *little guy sits on the couch, clutching the slightly quivering bouquet* PapatymisonN: So, what are your intentions for my daughter? Lithaladhwen: *facepalm* PapatymisonN: o.o Um... to take her to the dance? PapatymisonN: That can't be all. e_e PapatymisonN: Uh... Mr. Blackwell, I don't know what else you could be talking about... o.o; PapatymisonN: You DO realize what will happen should I find my daughter's been violated, right? e_e Lithaladhwen: Oh, gods. That's enough. PapatymisonN: O.O Lithaladhwen: Seriously. You need to calm down. Have a cigarette. Something. Lithaladhwen: They're just going to a damn dance. Lithaladhwen: And how would you discover this, anyway? Lithaladhwen: You going to check?! PapatymisonN: ... I don't trust him. *takes a cigar and goes outside* PapatymisonN: ... Lithaladhwen: *heavy sigh* Gods..... Lithaladhwen: Sorry about that. PapatymisonN: It's OK... She told me about him... I was kind of expecting it... Lithaladhwen: Good. I hoped she would. Lithaladhwen: While he's gone, I'll go get her. I didn't want to leave you with him. Lithaladhwen: *the girl is retrieved!* Lithaladhwen: Hi! Oh... he didn't hurt you, did he? PapatymisonN: No, I'm OK... ready to go? My chocobo's waiting outside... Lithaladhwen: Yeah. Let me go out first. I'll distract him. Lithaladhwen: *runs out to go be a daddy's girl* Dad! PapatymisonN: ... Have lots of fun, sweetie. Lithaladhwen: Oh, thanks, Dad! *glomp* PapatymisonN: ^_^ PapatymisonN: *the boy comes out* OK, let's go. ^_^ Lithaladhwen: I'll be home by midnight. I promise. PapatymisonN: Eleven. Lithaladhwen: Eleven thirty. ^_^ PapatymisonN: TEN, if you keep negotiating. Lithaladhwen: Awww.... fine. Eleven. Promise. PapatymisonN: OK, go on. You kids have fun.... *lets Selena go first, as he hooks a finger into the kid's collar* Lithaladhwen: *heads toward the chocobo, and stops, tapping her foot* Lithaladhwen: *comes out to see Selena off* Lithaladhwen: IM: No assaulting the boys. Please.... PapatymisonN: *w* If you so much as touch her, I'll use your brains to paint your
murder scene. Lithaladhwen: *facepalms....again* Lithaladhwen: Dad! What are you telling him?! PapatymisonN: *pushes him* See you later! ^_^ PapatymisonN: *the boy walks to his chocobo, a bit of wiggle in his legs* Lithaladhwen: Bye, Selena. Have a good time. Careful coming back. Lithaladhwen: We'll wait up for you. Lithaladhwen: Okay! Bye! PapatymisonN: Be sure of that. PapatymisonN: *the boy guides her onto the chocobo, and takes off!* Lithaladhwen: *off they go!* PapatymisonN: ... I may kill him anyways. *heads inside* Lithaladhwen: Please don't. PapatymisonN: Don't worry. Other than that rustler, I haven't killed anyone in years... Lithaladhwen: I know. I've probably been worse about it than you have. Lithaladhwen: Just the same. I don't want to scold you about your choice of murder victims, okay? Lithaladhwen: That just isn't me. PapatymisonN: ... thank you. PapatymisonN: *forehead kiss* Lithaladhwen: *smiles* Quit that. No being cute when I'm nagging. PapatymisonN: But I'm so GOOD at it. *nose peck* Lithaladhwen: AGH. *throws her hands up in frustration* Lithaladhwen: So, you want to have a glass of wine while we wait? She'll be gone a few hours at least. Lithaladhwen: Could get very boring around here. PapatymisonN: Why not? Lithaladhwen: *grins and grabs booze* Lithaladhwen: (Where to now, Charles?) PapatymisonN: (Don getting sick for the first time.) Lithaladhwen: (Yeep.) PapatymisonN: (And after that, I'll put on a Charles killing Sel one man show.) Lithaladhwen: (Now we get to the heavy stuff.) PapatymisonN: *one day, in the small interval in which Eve takes Selena to school, Donald simply... falls asleep* Lithaladhwen: *comes back and pokes him* Lithaladhwen: Hey. Wake up you. PapatymisonN: *he doesn't move* Lithaladhwen: ...Okay, seriously. Don't make me get the claymore. Lithaladhwen: *pokepoke* PapatymisonN: *wakes* Mm? Whuh? Lithaladhwen: You okay? PapatymisonN: *his eyes are bloodshot* ... I'm... not sure... PapatymisonN: ... I need some water... o.o Lithaladhwen: Yeah....yeah, okay. Lithaladhwen: You want to go see someone? PapatymisonN: I'd be found out. Lithaladhwen: Don't be stupid. I can bring someone here. They don't have to know anything. Lithaladhwen: Hell, I could bring someone from Valth if i wanted. PapatymisonN: If you have to... I ... just don't feel right... Lithaladhwen: Let me get someone. Please. Lithaladhwen: I'll be back. Lithaladhwen: *bamf* PapatymisonN: *nods* Lithaladhwen: *a few minutes later, she bamfs back with the same aging priest of Kazeros who married them* I brought Warren. PapatymisonN: ... hey. PapatymisonN: Nice to see you again. Lithaladhwen: Hey, there. Eve says you feel like hell. Want me to check you out? PapatymisonN: Please? Lithaladhwen: *Does so! Tell the boy what he's found!!* PapatymisonN: *He finds that Don's simply... breaking down. Everything's slowly coming to a halt* PapatymisonN: *He's got a couple of months, tops* Lithaladhwen: *deeeep frown* PapatymisonN: ... well? Lithaladhwen: Hold on a sec. Eve, may I talk to you? Lithaladhwen: ....I...I guess. Lithaladhwen: *waves her off outside the room* Lithaladhwen: Time: *passes* PapatymisonN: *hates, HATES to wait* Lithaladhwen: *When they return, Warren Calvin the helpful cleric is still frowning, and Eve's expression is tight and pale* Lithaladhwen: Don. Lithaladhwen: There's a problem. PapatymisonN: ... PapatymisonN: It's over, isn't it/ PapatymisonN: ? Lithaladhwen: I don't... *sighs* Not yet. But I don't think your body was designed to last this long. It's breaking down. It's not something I
can repair. Lithaladhwen: *bites her lip to keep from crying* PapatymisonN: ... ... *stands* Eve. PapatymisonN: Take Warren back, and bring my daughter here. PapatymisonN: *pats Warren on the shoulder* PapatymisonN: *giving him a thankful look* Lithaladhwen: I'm sorry, Don. I don't know what I can do. Lithaladhwen: *turns away, and then teleports* PapatymisonN: ... ... *retrieves his claymore in the interim* PapatymisonN: *dons his outfit...* Lithaladhwen: If there's anything I can do, you and the gods will be the first to know. I promise. Lithaladhwen: Don. What are you doing? PapatymisonN: ... you'll see, Warren. Whole country will see this one. Lithaladhwen: Just... sit down and think about this for a second. You need to rest. You can't go running off! PapatymisonN: ... do NOT START WITH ME, WARREN. DO NOT. Lithaladhwen: ... Lithaladhwen: *holds his hands up defensively* All right. It's your choice. Lithaladhwen: *returns with a seriously-distressed-looking young girl* Lithaladhwen: Dad! Lithaladhwen: Dad, what's going on? She won't talk to me! PapatymisonN: Hello, Selena. PapatymisonN: ... Lithaladhwen: *Eve looks like if she speaks, she'll cry, so she elects to do neither* PapatymisonN: Dearie... this is goodbye. Lithaladhwen: .....*quietly* What? PapatymisonN: ... I'm off to do something. I won't be coming back... <.< PapatymisonN: But know this. PapatymisonN: Your daddy loves you, and he always will. Lithaladhwen: ....*eyes tear up* No! Where are you going! Lithaladhwen:: Don, NO! PapatymisonN: ... I have to, Eve. PapatymisonN: ... I have to do things on my terms. Lithaladhwen: YOU DON'T HAVE TO LEAVE US! *starts crying* Lithaladhwen: What's going on? *holding back tears, but confused as all shit* PapatymisonN: ... Eve. Eve, come here... Lithaladhwen: *does so* PapatymisonN: *hugs her close* You know I had to do this... take care of her for me, alright? Lithaladhwen: *she loses control of herself entirely and starts sobbing* Lithaladhwen: You can't do this to me! You can't just come here and be part of my life and then leave! Lithaladhwen: *Warren respectfully turns away.* PapatymisonN: ... I'm not letting myself rot away like some zombie, Eve. PapatymisonN: I won't let you remember me that way. PapatymisonN: *kisses her* PapatymisonN: ... Take care of her for me. PapatymisonN: OK? Lithaladhwen: : *nods, still in tears* Lithaladhwen: Dad... Dad, no! Lithaladhwen: *runs up and smacks him* Lithaladhwen: You can't leave us! Lithaladhwen: We'll figure something out! I don't know what's wrong, but you can't just leave! PapatymisonN: ... I have to... It's my destiny. ^_^, PapatymisonN: ... do you remember all those times I said I had wings? Lithaladhwen: *nods, also in tears* PapatymisonN: *... walks to the door, opens it, and unfurls, for the first time in years, pearl white wings* PapatymisonN: I was lying. PapatymisonN: *and in a flutter of feathers, he flies out of the cave...* Lithaladhwen: *sits down on the floor and cries* Lithaladhwen: Daddy... Lithaladhwen: *sits down and cries with her* PapatymisonN: *the next time Donald's feet touch the ground, it is in the castle square* Lithaladhwen: *Warren, unsure of himself, sits with them and attempts to comfort them, with little success* Lithaladhwen: (*lets Charles run wild*)} PapatymisonN: CHARLES! PapatymisonN: *guards come to take him* PapatymisonN: ... I don't think any of you are him. PapatymisonN: *with a swinging flat blade, Don takes out guard after guard, every one's life spared, as he barrels through the castle to his
goal* PapatymisonN: *Charles is sitting in his study, reading quietly, as he hears the commotion* PapatymisonN: o.o Hmm? ... what now? PapatymisonN: *the door is opened, run through, and sealed quickly* This now, brother... PapatymisonN: ... Selrahc... you're alive... PapatymisonN: ... sad? PapatymisonN: ... What are you doing here, Selrahc? What's the game this time? PapatymisonN: Death, Charles, death. Mine. PapatymisonN: It's going to happen in a couple of months. By then, I'll be shriveled, covered in ... pus, barely able to breathe... PapatymisonN: It's not for me. PapatymisonN: So, you're going to do it for me. Off me. PapatymisonN: ... get out your swords. PapatymisonN: ... ... no. You deserve worse. Do you know what you did to this country, to ME? I should reopen H JUST for you... PapatymisonN: *points his blade* Not an option. PapatymisonN: Either you fight or you die, and I take door number two with your boys out there. PapatymisonN: ... it's a last request, Charles. PapatymisonN: ... I'm not letting my daughter see me die like that. PapatymisonN: ... *Charles draws his blades...* PapatymisonN: (Aaaaaand back to the house.) Lithaladhwen: (I'll let you take the lead, hermano.) Lithaladhwen: (I just play the wife and kid.) PapatymisonN: *there is a knock on the door* Lithaladhwen: *there are footsteps inside, and Warren opens the door* PapatymisonN: *and, standing there, in all his glory, is Charles Domanada, in turban and facemask, covered in blood, with a dead man over his
shoulder* PapatymisonN: ... he wanted me to bring him back here... v_v Lithaladhwen: *the door opens wider and a girl in her early twenties rushes past Warren* Lithaladhwen: *screams* DAD! Lithaladhwen: *Still in the room is a woman the king recognizes as Eva Valerian, the sister of Dawn Valerian... the cult leader who had nearly caused as much
damage as Selrahc in her day. He knew who Eve was.* PapatymisonN: ... Lithaladhwen: *She stands, silent, staring at her husband.* PapatymisonN: *lays him on the ground* Lithaladhwen: *Selena kneels over him, desperately searching for some sign that her father isn't dead. She searches in vain. He's gone. All that's left for her is
to sob over what's left.* Lithaladhwen: *whispers* Charles Domanada.... Lithaladhwen: *still quieter whisper* ....get out.... *puts her face in her hands and cries* ....just get out... PapatymisonN: ... *leaves... just leaves* PapatymisonN: *but sits outside, wondering what the hell he just had to do* Lithaladhwen: (Is there any more timelapsing to be done? Where do you go from there?) PapatymisonN: (... nowhere, I guess.) Lithaladhwen: </Eve, Selena, and Warren> PapatymisonN: </Charles and Selrahc, forever> Lithaladhwen: </RP> PapatymisonN: Rest in peace, you evil son of a bitch. Lithaladhwen: Hey. He had his chance. At least now he can die
knowing he'll be missed. PapatymisonN: And that it was in a blaze of glory. PapatymisonN: I imagine that was some fight. Lithaladhwen: Indeed. Lithaladhwen: And of course. True to Eve's taste in men.... Lithaladhwen: He dies. Lithaladhwen: Shall we say that's immediately before second
gen? PapatymisonN: ... eh. Why not? Lithaladhwen: Cool. Gives a timeframe. Lithaladhwen: Also means that Eve and Don get to be normal
people for once, and for a good while. Lithaladhwen: Neither of them has had much success up till that
point. PapatymisonN: True. Lithaladhwen: And... I need to go to bed soon. Lithaladhwen: Many thanks for excellent RP, and for
a new character. PapatymisonN: You're welcome. Lithaladhwen: Damn. I didn't see any of that
coming at all. PapatymisonN: It was good stuff! Lithaladhwen: Damn right it was. Lithaladhwen: Anyway. Bedways is rightways.
I'll be home by seven tomorrow, in all
likelihood. Lithaladhwen: Talk then? PapatymisonN: Indeed. PapatymisonN: Night!
