[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]
This, in here? Me? This is sexuality. It's a nice place if you want it to be. "I" like nice things, too.
[Apparently for all his pleasantries this NPC is a lot more aware of the whole of things than the one you've been carting around.]
That, though, is helplessness. It's fear. That it's here is likely to do with those memories. What, precisely, has brought on the deepest feelings of helplessness? Mm, I suppose it's no wonder that it and I have become linked, no?
That said, I'm not sure I should be complicit in the destruction of another part of "myself". That is what you want, isn't it?
There might be a couple of places like that. Mm, but-- [He's distracted by a moment, his lover impatiently kissing his shoulder] -- Ah, what benefit does that have to the whole, I wonder? That piece was unwanted.
I'm interested in pleasure. To that end, I have an interest in whatever brings "me" that, including cooperation with other pieces. That one, however, is wholly unpleasant.
[Ew Vulnerability. He would rather chill with Sadism.]
But I can't stop you. Aggression isn't within my parameters. I just won't tell you where to go.
[Back upstairs! And using his handkerchief to soak, stuff in the bottle, light the end, and voila, a Molotov cocktail. He hurls it into the room with Ariel and his lover, aiming for Ariel, and slams the door shut immediately, holding it closed until the handle gets to hot to even hold.]
[Good job Sion you just torched a room in a heart?? It works, too! You hear the glass smash and then there is screaming. And then just the sound of fire and the smell of burning things.]
[Not sure whether to feel sick or satisfied. Mostly sick, he's not actually a psychopath he's just vindictive. He heads back downstairs to collect his child and find another exit or go back the way they came.]
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[He looks you up and down, far too obvious in his assessment, and smiles. It's not an unsavory smile, but it is a seductive one.]
You look like you've been busy already, but... You could join us.
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No thank you, Ariel. But I do want to ask some things.
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[Reluctantly he disengages from his partner a bit, shifting back on his lap and silencing the resulting protest with a finger on the man's lips.]
Just a moment, it's alright.
What is it, then?
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[Just bluntly because whatever, hearts.]
One, this, all this, it's exceedingly sexual. Is this all it is, memories and indulgence? Do you know?
And two, can I borrow a lighter or matches?
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[Apparently for all his pleasantries this NPC is a lot more aware of the whole of things than the one you've been carting around.]
That, though, is helplessness. It's fear. That it's here is likely to do with those memories. What, precisely, has brought on the deepest feelings of helplessness? Mm, I suppose it's no wonder that it and I have become linked, no?
That said, I'm not sure I should be complicit in the destruction of another part of "myself". That is what you want, isn't it?
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Mm. And the bar downstairs?
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Secrets. Though it seems you've left something that doesn't belong there, too.
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There might be a couple of places like that. Mm, but-- [He's distracted by a moment, his lover impatiently kissing his shoulder] -- Ah, what benefit does that have to the whole, I wonder? That piece was unwanted.
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[Ew Vulnerability. He would rather chill with Sadism.]
But I can't stop you. Aggression isn't within my parameters. I just won't tell you where to go.
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[He starts to close the door, unless Ariel has more to say.]
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...You came back...?
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