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[alethiological]

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bad daughter go to bed

[alethiological]

[It earns a visible wince, paling two shades, and immediately glaring at him like it's his fault. Because it is.] At least do that out of line of sight.

[Seriously, rude much. But it's amusing how he can say that in irritation, but deadpan the rest.]

The only thing she'd ask me is to kill you. If you're worried about your secrets or her raping you when you're sleeping, then she's already done so.

[How are they brother and sister- oh right, they're both terrible people.]

[leviathaned]

I'm worried she'd try to pay me to sleep with you. [He is pretty much unphased by the rest, and deadpanned that.]

I'm going to insist she pay for any sleep molestation, I can't be giving out freebies.

[alethiological]

If she tries, it would only be to get a rise out of you. As for the rest, she'll get it for free. Possibly even without you knowing.

But as long as she's dating Zelos, it should only be questionable boundaries, not the entire smoking after sex thing she does.

[Deadpan party over here. The only difference is Will sounds entirely serious about it.]

[leviathaned]

My god, she has no taste.

[He means the smoking, but Will can take this however he wishes.]

[alethiological]

None whatsoever.

[She has no taste in any sense of the statement. It works.]

[leviathaned]

If she hadn't already told me it wasn't by blood, I'd wonder how the hell you two are related, but. [SHRUG.]

[alethiological]

...Not entirely.

[That is spoken with that weird tone between regret and acceptance. No explanation follows the two words.]

[leviathaned]

You know what I meant.

[He won't ask, because it doesn't matter to him.]

I found an elf last week. I can't answer even half of her questions on what's happened to her. Do you have notes on this or what?

[alethiological]

I know. But she's still a blood sister.

[He's wise not to ask, because something about that statement sets off a few sirens, deep down in the place that isn't programming or contracts but just Nature.

And he doesn't even break face at the elf comment.] She's been mentioned in a few reports to be monitored. I wouldn't mind answering her questions, if she has no problems being associated with me. If you want to explain... Then you can't.

[leviathaned]

I doubt she'd have any problems talking to just about anyone. Just try not to scare her, she really wouldn't know if she asked the wrong thing.

[Which is his way of saying "She doesn't know any better, don't think ill of her for it". You can think he's an idiot all he wants, be nice to the elf. B||]

...Will, can you answer questions about the seraph. [Not will you. Are you able. Will it be a problem. ]

[alethiological]

[Yeah, he heard that translation. And it earns a sigh.] Can't you have one friend that isn't an abomination?

[The observers are going to rat him out again and then he'll get more letters from the priests trying to fire him or kill his friends' friends and that makes Lion furious and it's kind of rude too, so not happening, and being around them still makes the programming kick in, dammit Sei why is he looking after you-

But at least that last question gets the thought to end and Will to freeze. An odd one stare of not focusing on anything or anyone or anythought at all. The answer takes a bit to get out.]

That... It depends. And you need a damned good reason for it.

[Example on how good of a reason it needs to be: wait a minute, he actually cursed???]

[leviathaned]

He was one originally, right? I was just wondering if his genetics left any more surprises for me I should be looking out for. That's all.

[He kind of shrugs. He doesn't expect Will to answer if he doesn't want to.] Merrill's not an abomination, she just has no filter.

[alethiological]

[The split second of hesitation it takes to answer is the second it takes to find a way to dodge the programming and go in a deflected direction.

Probably the worst part is the dodge is unconscious. Ah well.] Whatever surprises you stumbled on happened when that seal fell off you. I hope you figured out how to replace it.

[And the latter part gets a dismissive wave.] Whatever. You're not the first one to impose the "please don't murder so-and-so" rule. I won't murder her.

[leviathaned]

I found a way. It didn't stick. [Flatly.] Next time my power snaps through a seal like an overstretched piece of cloth, I'll be sure to call someone to try and catch the metaphysical explosion in a jar.

[alethiological]

'Found' a way. So I assume you tried forcing a cap on it again.

[Just as flat. Because if that's the case, you're an idiot.]

[leviathaned]

I tried a variety of ways. Most of them dissolve on contact. The longest any one lasted was an hour, and it makes the buzzing worse.

I'll keep what's left of my damn sanity first before I seal it again, thank you.

[alethiological]

[He gets a light, thoughtful 'hmmm' and a nod. And it reeks entirely of someone knowing you missed the ENTIRE point, but still humoring you.]

I see... Okay. And at which point in time did you try using your own abilities to retract it.

[leviathaned]

At which point did you forget I did not get the instruction manual and have known I wasn't human for two months.

[alethiological]

It's not a part of the instruction manual. It's... [How do you even explain something like this.] It should be like breathing. Natural and unconscious. Did you even look at the contract you signed? Or did you just think "ooh, the tattoo looks pretty, where do I sign"?

[leviathaned]

...I was twelve and dying from starvation, I looked at the part where it said "you won't die if you do a favor for me" and went with that.

There's nothing natural about it. It feels like sandpaper up my ass to even reign it in. It had nothing to do with the Dark Man, except I think he was hoping I'd take out the city when it snapped.

[alethiological]

[There's a long stare shot at him, because it doesn't have to be said how terrible his life choices are. Then turning to stare out of the one window in his office at the sun.

Then completely derailing the conversation by how off-topic the response is.] What time were you leaving?

[leviathaned]

...Uhhh. I don't have any, ah, work until sundown but I was under the impression you wanted me out sooner rather than later?

[alethiological]

It's 'later'.

[Said while glancing back, and the windows have a strange flash of blood red before a black wall blocks it, smoking at the edges. Attempts to open the door that just slammed shut behind him fail - the doorknob doesn't even turn. The door's a wall. The only air vent is gone. After all, Sei's in a closed room. Of course there'd be no escape from it.]

I can only think of one thing preventing it. So I have one question. Have you ever left?

[leviathaned]

Left...? [Sei rocks on his heels...and then reaches out, touching the walls of the room. Touching the fabric of the meta TOUCHING YOUR BRAIN.

A closed room doesn't seem to effect him. He breaks the rules.]

This is...Ah. AH! [He slaps his hand with a fist, leaning back from the wall.]

No, how could I? A human can't leave.

[alethiological]

[It's only a vague sense of the meta, and after actually touching the barriers, he gets mentally smacked by Will. Stop touching his presence, he's married.]

No one can leave, actually. Do you think I'd be here willingly? ...But I can at least make it back off.

[It's a calm statement, but the expression isn't someone about to do a favor. It's the face of someone about to do something they hate doing, because it sucks in every sense of the world. But a black sword is still drawn from nowhere and Sei's enough of a reality breaker to watch how smoothly Will cuts through it and shatters a level off reality.

His office is not nice anymore. It's overcast, blood stains of varying ages on the desk, papers, walls, and floor. Pieces of bodies lie around the area, along with a few maimed corpses still chained to the walls. His outfit has changed into a blue overcoat that somehow, intrinsically, Sei knows it belongs to the Inquisitors. But most importantly, despite the room being so small, the space it fills is infinite.

It's a literal infinity, in all directions, and it feels off, lacking, missing something fundamental, and wrong, but that glimpse of a space without walls still feels like coming Home.]

Get used to it and we'll start your lessons.