Apparently talking about these things help. Haven't the slightest what they could possibly mean so I suppose you could just tell me about what you think about [ thinking...... thinking......... ] dogs instead.
[ slaps the first three things that pops into his head off the list ]
Oh absolutely. You'll hear it straight from them. There's something satisfying about making passive aggressive eye contact between them and the person they want to murder while they slowly strangle their yarns.
[ points to the cute small animal ones ] Something that animates those but not into some unholy creation of blood magic and terror? Harder than you would believe.
[ points ] Half the fun of animating the inanimate to life is scaring the pants off of someone. When they're already pantswettingly scary, then it's moot point.
[ he opens his mouth to offer to do it if he finds that many chickens here, but then he remembers he's weak and puny now and would probably get demolished.
(lols in post-goosening)
tries to rally himself back to being a bristly little shithead ]
...get rid of the chickens, then, if they bother you so much.
A corruptive presence that lives deep underground. Every so often they find their way to the surface to spread their taint, killing everything and anything in their way. My village was destroyed by the last one.
[ can't kill the chickens when the chickens are now all full of the plague!! ]
Until the entire continent is infected. Everything it touches grows ill and eventually dies. People, the land, the animals. The only way to stop a blight is to find the archdemon who started it and kill the bastard and even then... the land doesn't recover. Not quickly at least.
Seeing how you're more likely to die from infection or simply the sheer number of demons before finding the bastard? Incredibly difficult. Grey Wardens are usually the unlucky few who have the skill to do so but they've become increasingly rare.
I don't think anyone would be happy to be like that. It can't even be called a true existince with so many parts amalgamated into one.
[ because on a scale of i use blood magic for fun and profit to lets just poison ourselves with red glowing rocks for power and insanity, this ranks pretty high on the `wouldn't wish this on the worst of the lot (except that one guy)` ]
If anything, I'm sure Mother was happy to reunite with Father and Bethany again.
If Anders is anything to go by, I'd say having an extra existence stuck with you is far different than having dozens of others sewn together into a horrific abomination.
[ does the eyebrow juggling of both `THAT IS SO CONCERNING` and `this explains so much` before ending on a simple ]
I suppose at least there isn't as many arguments that way. I'd never get anything done again if I were arguing with multiple copies of myself about my own poor life choices.
[ where are we watching these memories anyway, i'm assigning it the not-blool. he throws an ectoblast at it as the memory is ending--all it does really is cause a splash, but it's enough. ]
Sick and tired of that getting shown all the time...
after all, hawke continues to not even know where to begin with any of this. SO I GUESS YOU RELATE MORE THAN I EXPECTED, HUH. that seems the fastest way to get him blasted into the void. he's been So Good lately let's not tempt that. ]
Can't imagine why a place that likes messing with our heads would prefer memories we'd rather never think about again.
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w0, tuesday
he's just laying here curled up in a tight little ball facing the mansion wall. ]
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hawke will come crouch down out of hitting range ]
Would you like a cookie?
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Come now... Cookies are good for all things including when you get mercilessly destroyed.
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he holds out a hand for the cookie ]
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There we go. That wasn't too hard was it?
[ at least he wasn't lying about the cookie. mmm soft and still a little warm directly from the cafe.
they just also happen to be chocolate chip paw prints ]
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Well, at least you didn't throw it right back at me.
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Do you want to talk about it instead?
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...Liked. I'm probably too weak to effectively kick one now.
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IS HE OKAY
hawke wheezes a bit of a cough and very quietly: ]
I suppose at least it's not ripping their hearts out to feel joy
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...not anymore, though. [ too weak and pathetic to rip anyone's heart out now 8C ]
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And you light fires to feel joy too undoubtedly.
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Not that it matters anymore.
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And now you're simply a peasant like the rest of us plebeians. Sounds like someone out there has a sense of humour.
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I'm not hearing better suggestions.
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So! Knitting? I've heard it's very therapeutic.
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Not twiddling around with yarn all day.
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According to them, it's good stress relief when you're lacking the means to strangle the daylights out of someone.
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Oh absolutely. You'll hear it straight from them. There's something satisfying about making passive aggressive eye contact between them and the person they want to murder while they slowly strangle their yarns.
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As it turns out a lot of things passed as frivolous hobbies can be considered such.
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Flower arranging. Apparently there are specific ways to say 'Fuck You and all your ancestors'
w1, mon
There's got to be a spell that does this.
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Ask me again when you've been pecked repeatedly by twenty sharp beaks all demanding food right this moment.
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Just step on them. Easy.
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Between the feathers, the beaks, and the sheer amount of noise they cause, I truly would pay good coin to watch this.
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(lols in post-goosening)
tries to rally himself back to being a bristly little shithead ]
...get rid of the chickens, then, if they bother you so much.
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[ he's going to regret telling dan about this but also, yolo ]
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[ can't kill the chickens when the chickens are now all full of the plague!! ]
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So then, what, it just keeps spreading? Like a plague?
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w3, weds
but the horror is worth it, maybe ]
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he just stands there reeling from the end of the memory for a few moments, unsure how to respond. ]
...it looks like she died. They? Or...it.
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maybe it's his turn to go hang out head first in the blool, actually ]
She's. ...They. Were all dead after that. Whatever magics he used failed upon his death.
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A few days? It's all a blur at this point. I... can only hope mother wasn't.... awake for any of it.
[ necromancy is bad, actually!!!! ]
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But how much was her versus...everyone else?
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[ ... ]
And enough to not.
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Of course.
[ a pause. ]
Do you think they were happy to die?
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[ because on a scale of i use blood magic for fun and profit to lets just poison ourselves with red glowing rocks for power and insanity, this ranks pretty high on the `wouldn't wish this on the worst of the lot (except that one guy)` ]
If anything, I'm sure Mother was happy to reunite with Father and Bethany again.
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Don't tell me. You've been nine different people in a trenchcoat this whole time.
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It's bad enough with just the two. I don't think anything with dozens of people fused together would want to stick around for very long.
Probably for the best that they died off quick.
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I suppose at least there isn't as many arguments that way. I'd never get anything done again if I were arguing with multiple copies of myself about my own poor life choices.
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[ anyway what better time than for another memory to start playing out ]
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Ah. I see.
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Sick and tired of that getting shown all the time...
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after all, hawke continues to not even know where to begin with any of this. SO I GUESS YOU RELATE MORE THAN I EXPECTED, HUH. that seems the fastest way to get him blasted into the void. he's been So Good lately let's not tempt that. ]
Can't imagine why a place that likes messing with our heads would prefer memories we'd rather never think about again.
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Yet another point towards this being purgatory. Not that I needed more, I'm already convinced.
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As if there was any doubt. The golden city is hardly as shining as the stories make it out to be. Perhaps it truly is as black as its been turned.