he starts coughing with how violently he wants to laugh. ]
Now we know for the next time! No need to test anything on anyone when everything will be made by you personally. Wow. That's going to be so economical.
[ this is the literal worst. alchemists are crying from the grave and are about to dig themselves out just to kill both of them. ]
[ there is an entire group of people who may have their dreams of going out to sea forever destroyed because elysium wants to quit his job, meanwhile these two are going to make d*ldos with the thing that could save them.
[ anastasio was onto something when he accused them of the greed they talk about the bible. love for one's neighbour? no idea what that is. hedonism all the way, baby!!!
[ every now and then they come across something they still get embarrassed by despite everything. somehow buying toys is much easier than making them? thorns is a pure maiden. ]
... You'd have to show me what you like.
[ once again assigns elysium freak with a billion sex toys. ]
[ thinks about how they didn't even mourn. straight to hell with them
he would ask how he managed to get out the other thing by himself if he didn't use the corazonix, but he doesn't actually want to die so he keeps it to himself…
he stares. ]
But the face you make when you're overstimulated is one of my favourites?
[ i think val has given up on us since the new post or at least i hope so ]
[ if elysium said that thought out loud thorns would hang him upside down in a non-sexy way.
they're really just attacking each other here though. thorns also thinks it should be elysium because thorns would like to test it out on him first? he is abandoning his creed of always doing things on himself first because he still wants his revenge that he has had like ten times by now. ]
[ some questions in life were never meant to be answered… he locked himself up in the bathroom for so long… ]
Sadist. Just say you want to bully me.
[ but they reach the lab! and elysium very subtly freezes at the door, his hand almost going slack in thorns'.
why is mantra here. like, it makes sense mantra is here as there is no doubt a mental aspect to whatever these people are doing to their experiments, but still.
why is mantra here. he is going to have to put up the most convincing act of his life for why he felt justified in killing their comrade. ]
thorns just squeezes his hand, and then pulls him along into the room. he nods at mantra and the others, pausing only long enough in case elysium wants to say something?
thorns just nods to give him permission. from an outside perspective, this is kind of an insane exchange to witness. elysium, blink twice if you need help.
it takes elysium like twenty seconds to actually let go of elysium's hand after that though. ]
[ yea other people are seeing this while they go on like this is completely normal
but he will give thorns one last squeeze… and be comforted by thorns hanging on despite everyone literally watching this with their brows raised. how long does elysium need to be in there before thorns starts getting antsy. ]
thorns is 100% monitoring elysium with the corazonix for any changes in things like heart rate, blood pressure, etc. he is being so good and patient. :)
someone asks him how he's doing and he just grunts in response. never beating the unsocial allegations. ]
well. at the half hour mark both readings spike, they stay like that for a minute, and then
they plummet. he's been knocked out! it's fine. it'll take a few minutes for anyone to emerge from the room unless thorns would like to nicely knock instead. :) ]
it takes a few seconds, but mantra eventually opens it. she stares. she doesn't even need to ask him what he wants when her gaze alone expresses her sentiments.
she projects that she got a lot more than what she wanted. is he going to explain?
despite the high-key interrogation vibes exuding from her person, she isn't actually making any attempt to stop thorns or to reclose the door. she just looks very, very intense. the atmosphere is stifling, almost like this in of itself is a test to thorns' person.
elysium will just groan when moved… she adds that she had to use his arts on him so whenever he comes to, he'll likely be a bit scrambled. ]
[ he's really doing this in front of mother. she would look disgusted if she were the type to display such emotion, but she's already heard plenty of what they'd been getting up to when they were back on rhodes.
so, she continues to stare. elysium is not cleared to leave… and will not be cleared to leave for some time. it's almost threat-like. ]
well, honestly there are worse things for her to find out, so this is not as bad in comparison. thorns continues to tend to his precious bbbb who has not been a bbbb for some time now. ]
[ she only stares for a long moment before turning away with a sigh, leaving them to their privacy.
sometime within the next half hour, as he drifts in and out of half-consciousness, his body curls inward, hand pressing tightly against his chest. his breathing quickens, teeth gritting. his arts don't spiral as violently as in the last timeline he remembers, oripathy still in its earlier stages, but use without a catalyst is alarming in its own rate, leaking from the pressure of whatever dream has its hold on him.
it's thorns' move; it should be obvious enough what's happening just from the atmosphere alone.]
[ he does not try to shake him awake in case that freaks him out more, and instead just leans down so that he's talking as close to his ear as he can get from this position. ]
Elysium, it's me. I'm here. We're safe.
[ well safe is debatable when he thinks mantra still wants to kill them but still ]
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Oh. I see.
[ FILLED WITH RAGE AGAIN. ]
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he starts coughing with how violently he wants to laugh. ]
Now we know for the next time! No need to test anything on anyone when everything will be made by you personally. Wow. That's going to be so economical.
[ this is the literal worst. alchemists are crying from the grave and are about to dig themselves out just to kill both of them. ]
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thorns just leans over to bite him. ]
Brat.
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ow. ]
You aren't thinking about how fun it'd be?
[ stop. ]
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... You'd have to show me what you like.
[ once again assigns elysium freak with a billion sex toys. ]
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I'm kind of curious what you'd come up with, though…?
[ on that note— ]
Considering you're attuned to it, I wonder what it'd feel like. Would it make you more sensitive? Feel things twice as strongly?
[ they are supposed to be going to WORK ]
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unfortunately, thorns is actually very seriously thinking about this. ]
... Maybe. It might be better to put it in you in that case.
[ this is deranged val dont look ]
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he would ask how he managed to get out the other thing by himself if he didn't use the corazonix, but he doesn't actually want to die so he keeps it to himself…
he stares. ]
But the face you make when you're overstimulated is one of my favourites?
[ i think val has given up on us since the new post or at least i hope so ]
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they're really just attacking each other here though. thorns also thinks it should be elysium because thorns would like to test it out on him first? he is abandoning his creed of always doing things on himself first because he still wants his revenge that he has had like ten times by now. ]
Yours is better.
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Sadist. Just say you want to bully me.
[ but they reach the lab! and elysium very subtly freezes at the door, his hand almost going slack in thorns'.
why is mantra here. like, it makes sense mantra is here as there is no doubt a mental aspect to whatever these people are doing to their experiments, but still.
why is mantra here. he is going to have to put up the most convincing act of his life for why he felt justified in killing their comrade. ]
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thorns just squeezes his hand, and then pulls him along into the room. he nods at mantra and the others, pausing only long enough in case elysium wants to say something?
but otherwise he will tug him to a seat. ]
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he just relays this over to thorns and looks at him. does he have permission. ]
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thorns just nods to give him permission. from an outside perspective, this is kind of an insane exchange to witness. elysium, blink twice if you need help.
it takes elysium like twenty seconds to actually let go of elysium's hand after that though. ]
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but he will give thorns one last squeeze… and be comforted by thorns hanging on despite everyone literally watching this with their brows raised. how long does elysium need to be in there before thorns starts getting antsy. ]
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thorns is 100% monitoring elysium with the corazonix for any changes in things like heart rate, blood pressure, etc. he is being so good and patient. :)
someone asks him how he's doing and he just grunts in response. never beating the unsocial allegations. ]
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well. at the half hour mark both readings spike, they stay like that for a minute, and then
they plummet. he's been knocked out! it's fine. it'll take a few minutes for anyone to emerge from the room unless thorns would like to nicely knock instead. :) ]
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is the door locked. if it's not he will just fucking open it. if it is he is just going to annoyingly shake the handle until someone opens. ]
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it takes a few seconds, but mantra eventually opens it. she stares. she doesn't even need to ask him what he wants when her gaze alone expresses her sentiments.
elysium is on the fuckin floor. he's fine. ]
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he glances at mantra. ]
Did you get what you wanted?
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she projects that she got a lot more than what she wanted. is he going to explain?
despite the high-key interrogation vibes exuding from her person, she isn't actually making any attempt to stop thorns or to reclose the door. she just looks very, very intense. the atmosphere is stifling, almost like this in of itself is a test to thorns' person.
elysium will just groan when moved… she adds that she had to use his arts on him so whenever he comes to, he'll likely be a bit scrambled. ]
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he just settles elysium's head on his lap. ]
What do yo want to know exactly?
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so, she continues to stare. elysium is not cleared to leave… and will not be cleared to leave for some time. it's almost threat-like. ]
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well, honestly there are worse things for her to find out, so this is not as bad in comparison. thorns continues to tend to his precious bbbb who has not been a bbbb for some time now. ]
... Understood.
[ a pause, but then he adds. ]
I'm taking care of him.
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sometime within the next half hour, as he drifts in and out of half-consciousness, his body curls inward, hand pressing tightly against his chest. his breathing quickens, teeth gritting. his arts don't spiral as violently as in the last timeline he remembers, oripathy still in its earlier stages, but use without a catalyst is alarming in its own rate, leaking from the pressure of whatever dream has its hold on him.
it's thorns' move; it should be obvious enough what's happening just from the atmosphere alone.]
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[ he does not try to shake him awake in case that freaks him out more, and instead just leans down so that he's talking as close to his ear as he can get from this position. ]
Elysium, it's me. I'm here. We're safe.
[ well safe is debatable when he thinks mantra still wants to kill them but still ]
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