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[jermastrat]

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text, kinda | un: model_v1

[mechanicalmortality]

[ The sum total of this text is A link to a conversation, and: ]

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text

[jermastrat]

[There is a five minute long gap between that text being sent, and the subsequent reply to it. Five long, long, long minutes.]













sure alright

[mechanicalmortality]

[ Some time later: ]

NEED TALK TO RULER
CAN DO THAT ?

[ YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD IT IS TO ASK THIS QUESTION GABRIEL YOU HAVE NO IDEA ]

[jermastrat]

[HE MIGHT, V1, HE FUCKING MIGHT.]

you are joking

[No, it made sense, he would have to ask permission for a proper space to battle in, wouldn't he? He doesn't wanna talk to them but-]

fine, i will speak with one of them.

[mechanicalmortality]

[ IT THOUGHT YOU LIKED TALKING WHY ARE YOU BEING WEIRD. IT DOESN'T UNDERSTAND YOU AT ALL ]

CAN DO IT IF YOU DONT

[twice_cursed]

Hey.

You know any places around here with remote detonators? [Hi, Gabriel, how are you doing? How's life treating you? How's the weather, blah blah social niceties...are for CHUMPS.]

[jermastrat]

Balthiel, this is a realm of meager to no technology, I cannot begin to imagine they know what a detonator is, let alone a remote one.

[galvanist]

Tell him why you do any of those things for him.

[ how the fuck did they get to a place where val is offering relationship advice...rubilyk truly is hell ]

Right now all he sees is that you think of him as a charity case. Just saying "we're doing whatever the fuck it is we're doing because I enjoy it," would go dozens and dozens of miles toward understanding.

Although if you want to pursue this I suggest getting a mallet. You're going to need it.

[jermastrat]

[There's one long groan.]

Well I don't think I have much of a choice other than explaining now, he is coming over here.

[HE IS NOT PREPARED.]

I don't suppose I could trouble you for some last minute relationship saving advice? I'm not really the "winging it" kind of person.

[galvanist]

I imagine you know better than to cut and run again? Because that aside--he does not see himself as a person worth caring about. He sees a monster. Tell him he isn't--no. Better, tell him why you want this. When you're not wondering what his problem is, what do you like?


Give him reasons to accept that even if he can't see himself as anything but a monster, that's not what you see.

[jermastrat]

I didn't, I invited him over.

[After attempting to cut and run but that's not what they're talking about anymore. Gabriel huffs-]

Well I don't know why he'd think that, he's a highly capable, highly trained warrior with an obvious sense of honor and a clear cut desire to help his fellow man.

The love of battle just makes him more interesting, if he needs someone to inform him of that then I can, it's not hard. It's basic fact.

[It's an opinion but when you're not used to having those, they sure sound like fact!]

[galvanist]

If this is the perception of himself he has, clearly it isn't basic fact to everyone. You're trying to break through a lifetime's worth of indoctrination. It isn't going to be easy.

[jermastrat]

A lie spoken often enough becomes truth, I can assure you it is a lesson I already know quite well. I would repeat the truth then a hundred thousand times over and smother that lie to death, I'd be happy to do so.

[There's a bite to the words that border on almost righteous anger, as if personally offended at the idea that Balthiel would have had to endure such a vile untruth.]

[galvanist]

Father figures are absolutely stellar at that particular lie. If you're prepared to repeat the truth as long as it takes, you don't need any more advice from me. Just--don't give up on him. Don't give him hope that he can be more than what he's always been told he's for if you can't keep reinforcing that.

Holiday Gift

[diana_abel]

[Diana times it perfectly, so that Gabriel will find the gift sitting on the foot of his bed while she's out of the room. No one likes awkwardly opening gifts in front of people.

So there it is for him to find, wrapped in purple and gold paper. Because, of course it is.]

Merry Christmas, xoxo Diana

[Inside the box, he'll find the sheet music for some of the musicals they've discussed, along with a pair of fuzzy, gold socks, big enough to fit over his armor.]

[jermastrat]

[Gabriel's schedule is precise, like clockwork. It would be easy to time exactly when the angel would be in his room and when he'd be out.

So precisely at seven PM, she'd get a message on her Leaf, exactly when Gabriel would be back in their dorm.]

I'd like to thank you for the gift! I spent days looking for the sheet music for 'Somewhere', I can't begin to tell you how much I appreciate it!

I'm sorry I don't have anything for you in return, if you give me a little time I'll be sure to find something.

[VIDEO]; UN: Middle Childe

[diana_abel]

[Diana pops on the feed, in the middle of delivering her other gifts. She grins.]

I'm glad you like it! And don't worry about getting anything for me! Gifts are just my love language.

delivered through hurling it through the window of his room at him

[mechanicalmortality]

[ Does V1 even know what Christmas is? Does V1 know what an appropriate gift is? It's a mystery. But it knows that apparently you give gifts to people around this time of year since it's received one itself and has traded a substantial favor for the biggest pigeon plushie it can find.

There is a label strung around its neck like some sort of collar. The label has BIRD written on it in shaky handwriting. ]

[jermastrat]

[The window had been left open for the birds, of course. So he was indeed expecting a bird of some sort to come flapping in through that window at some point.

Not a knitted one though, and getting beaned upside the head with it wasn't exactly a typical daily occurrence either.]

MACHINE, I-

[Whatever threat he'd been planning on hurling died on his lips the instant he saw what actually smacked him though, having grabbed it right after it bounced off his helm. Oh.

Oh.]

I... Oh.

Oh well, thank you I... I don't know what to say.

[mechanicalmortality]

[ It tilts its head, watching his reaction. That seems to be all the 'payment' it requires, as it quickly makes a tactical retreat down the tower and away with a rapid scrabbling of limbs.

Or well. Tries to anyway. If he actually wants to make it stay there and explain itself he'll have to scruff it like a cat or something. ]