[ Upon the caller touching the podium, the lost soul will find their way into this holy house. Summoned as a soft silhouette of light, anyone can confirm it is Dahut and the summoned can take a glance at their unfamiliar surroundings.
It is a church.
It almost seems like the complete opposite of a place one would go for spiritual peace.
Large stained glass windows cover the walls, depicting scenes of hands coming together, intertwined with vine-like structures, and groups of humanoid figures happily reveling with one another. Rows of pews are lined up facing the dais where there is no altar, but rather, a podium.
At the podium is his caller and right beside them is Amalthea.
Here 3 questions will be answered, no more and (hopefully) no less. ]
he is in a great mood, obviously, and is doing a good job of showing that by walking in completely silently and sitting down, silent, and staring at the summoned spirit (silent). ]
Well. Dahut blinks and looks around for a second, presumably taking in the surroundings at warp speeds before his eyes fall on first Amalthea and then Lucien who anna just personally victimized. The lil soft glowy lad testingly flexes his hands and bounces to the balls of his feet, and then immediately sets off to go sit next to Lucien, where he promptly attempts to reach out toward him, only for his wholeass arm to glitch briefly out of existence.]
Ah— oopsies! Hello, ███████ Lucien. What a ███████ to ███ ███ █████! You've ███ a rough week...
[Like a radio dial just blitzing through channels, half of his words are also lost, gootbye... His expression is gently somber and vaguely apologetic and he folds his hands neatly in his lap.]
[ he follows the movement with his gaze closely, suspiciously, and seems to tense like a tight wound wire when the spirit starts reaching out as if to touch - and winces when his arm glitches and flickers. his nose crinkles, moving the scratch marks on his face from the previous day. like he isn’t sure whether he wanted that to connect or hated the thought.
but okay, interesting that dahut seems aware of his week, maybe.]
I only get three questions. Make your answers count.
[ dont threaten the nice ghost who showed up to help? wow. ]
[NOT THE WINCE. The way Dahut winces a little in return, like it's reflexive, but at least his lil paws stay in his lap (for now).
He doesn't seem to be ruffled by the brusque way of speaking, either; Lucien looks a hotass mess okay he can get some leniency from the local nice ghost who showed up to help... In return for the straightforward question, he gives a straightforward answer. There's still a little glitchy waver to his voice, though the words come out pretty clearly this time.]
That night, Monsieur Scien was overcome by a violence that wasn't his own, which drove his foremost thoughts and actions. The onset was very fast... He was gone within a minute, though I could still hear him somewhere inside. [TERRIBLE MURDER TO HAVE ON THOUGHT AND EMOTIONSHARE WEEK.] We're still not sure what caused it, exactly.
[He looks so badly like he wants to reach out for Lucien again, but he's exerting so much effort to keep his hands still so he doesn't accidentally glitch into the void.]
Mm, we have an idea! We're in ██████████—
[WELL. In a particular wild burst of loud static that sounds vaguely like a poor radio quality version of Vivaldi's Winter, Dahut just boops out of existence like someone turned off the ghost television.]
Wah—!! ████ ███ █████!! [HUFF PUFF HUFF PUFF he glances down at himself for a second but he seems to be back in proper light form...]
Um... █████... [A little flickering.] ...Mmmm. Teeth and trash everywhere! [THANKS SIR. But seeing as he doesn't glitch or flicker this time, he adds:] And rats! And graham crackers. But yes! More or less, probably!
[ wow okay well i guess they're in the 5th layer of hell: teeth and rats! okay sure.
there's a long pause after this, like he doesn't exactly mind just sitting here with The Glitchy Ghost of Dahut for a few minutes in silence. death is never far away, and to hear them speak again feels like for just a moments, the candle in the window flickers back to life. an illusion, however brief. he has to debate for a while in his own head as well. forcing out:]
Can we tru-- [and then stopping himself. hadn't he decided on something else? ] Is there anything you want me to pass on to anyone here?
[Despite his chattery nature, Dahut seems perfectly comfortable in the silence that stretches out between them, too. He kicks his legs a little, hums a bit of a nonsensical tune, leans in toward Lucien like a little flower seeking sunlight, clearly just pleased to have the company, just fine with whiling away a few precious moments just being, and being with.
He looks up when the first question starts and stops, and when the second and final one comes, he smiles with the sort of warmth he'd shown in the week he'd been around. The kind that makes his eyes halfmoon; a very lively expression for the dead.]
Mm... I miss everyone a whooole lot! Please tell Monsieur Arthur, Throné, Mademoiselle Rodeo and Shoma that I'm sorry for such a mess, and to keep helping each other and valuing their hearts, but be ready for tough times... Let them know that I'm keeping Monsieur Scien out of trouble! Monsieur Luke is doing just fine. We all are, more or less! [After a moment of hesitation, though, he reaches out, pantomiming the gesture of briefly resting his hand atop Lucien's. His arm flickers a little, and he doesn't leave it there for long, but there's a softness in the gesture.]
We'll take care of anyone you lose, but I'd rather not see you lose too many, so please tell everyone to be as safe as possible, too. ...And to you: thank you. It was good to see you even one more time!
[His stupid green jellybean heart is very glad that one whole precious question was used on this.]
[ isn't that all anyone can ask? a moment longer in the sun.
unfortunately the next words out of his mouth are: ]
Hell yeah.
[ he makes an incredibly disgusted face at himself. I am sorry he is still CYOA cursed. the 24 hours isn't up yet. help me. well, with that he pulls his coat tighter, preparing. ]
If he's there-- If he shows up, tell Viktor he can go fuck himself. And that I'll see him next week.
[NOT THE CURSE EFFECTS HELP Dahut's wholeass expression creases with amusement when Lucien makes the face... Hell yeah.
And then he really does burst into laughter at the second part, though it glitches in and out with that same radio static. NOT SWEET VIKTOR!! The violence inherent in these twinks.]
██ ██████! Will ██!
[He mimes one last pat for Lucien and then pats his own knees, hopping to his feet as Lucien pulls his coat tighter. He's glitching more prominently as he spins on his heel, throwing his arms wide open and then waving with both.]
Thank ███ for your ████! ██ revoir, mon ███...! Bye-bye!
[Before his little glowy body glitches one final time, distorting and then vanishing in little bursts of light like he was never there.]
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It is a church.At the podium is his caller and right beside them is Amalthea.
Here 3 questions will be answered, no more and (hopefully) no less. ]
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he is in a great mood, obviously, and is doing a good job of showing that by walking in completely silently and sitting down, silent, and staring at the summoned spirit (silent). ]
Nothing but ghosts here.
i grip allis paws
Well. Dahut blinks and looks around for a second, presumably taking in the surroundings at warp speeds before his eyes fall on first Amalthea and then Lucien who anna just personally victimized. The lil soft glowy lad testingly flexes his hands and bounces to the balls of his feet, and then immediately sets off to go sit next to Lucien, where he promptly attempts to reach out toward him, only for his wholeass arm to glitch briefly out of existence.]
Ah— oopsies! Hello, ███████ Lucien. What a ███████ to ███ ███ █████! You've ███ a rough week...
[Like a radio dial just blitzing through channels, half of his words are also lost, gootbye... His expression is gently somber and vaguely apologetic and he folds his hands neatly in his lap.]
SHAKING YOUR PAWS FIRMLY
but okay, interesting that dahut seems aware of his week, maybe.]
I only get three questions. Make your answers count.
[ dont threaten the nice ghost who showed up to help? wow. ]
Why did Scien kill you?
GODSPEED WITH YOUR PHONE TAGS.... HELP ME
He doesn't seem to be ruffled by the brusque way of speaking, either; Lucien looks a hotass mess okay he can get some leniency from the local nice ghost who showed up to help... In return for the straightforward question, he gives a straightforward answer. There's still a little glitchy waver to his voice, though the words come out pretty clearly this time.]
That night, Monsieur Scien was overcome by a violence that wasn't his own, which drove his foremost thoughts and actions. The onset was very fast... He was gone within a minute, though I could still hear him somewhere inside. [TERRIBLE MURDER TO HAVE ON THOUGHT AND EMOTIONSHARE WEEK.] We're still not sure what caused it, exactly.
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[ okay very interesting answer. he rubs at his temple a bit. it also implies quite a lot, doesn't it? all of this is a lot. ]
You must be-- your soul intact in some way. Not committed to some God or another, or spread to the Astral Sea. Do you know where you are?
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Mm, we have an idea! We're in ██████████—
[WELL. In a particular wild burst of loud static that sounds vaguely like a poor radio quality version of Vivaldi's Winter, Dahut just boops out of existence like someone turned off the ghost television.]
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Wah—!! ████ ███ █████!! [HUFF PUFF HUFF PUFF he glances down at himself for a second but he seems to be back in proper light form...]
Um... █████... [A little flickering.] ...Mmmm. Teeth and trash everywhere! [THANKS SIR. But seeing as he doesn't glitch or flicker this time, he adds:] And rats! And graham crackers. But yes! More or less, probably!
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there's a long pause after this, like he doesn't exactly mind just sitting here with The Glitchy Ghost of Dahut for a few minutes in silence. death is never far away, and to hear them speak again feels like for just a moments, the candle in the window flickers back to life. an illusion, however brief. he has to debate for a while in his own head as well. forcing out:]
Can we tru-- [and then stopping himself. hadn't he decided on something else? ] Is there anything you want me to pass on to anyone here?
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He looks up when the first question starts and stops, and when the second and final one comes, he smiles with the sort of warmth he'd shown in the week he'd been around. The kind that makes his eyes halfmoon; a very lively expression for the dead.]
Mm... I miss everyone a whooole lot! Please tell Monsieur Arthur, Throné, Mademoiselle Rodeo and Shoma that I'm sorry for such a mess, and to keep helping each other and valuing their hearts, but be ready for tough times... Let them know that I'm keeping Monsieur Scien out of trouble! Monsieur Luke is doing just fine. We all are, more or less! [After a moment of hesitation, though, he reaches out, pantomiming the gesture of briefly resting his hand atop Lucien's. His arm flickers a little, and he doesn't leave it there for long, but there's a softness in the gesture.]
We'll take care of anyone you lose, but I'd rather not see you lose too many, so please tell everyone to be as safe as possible, too. ...And to you: thank you. It was good to see you even one more time!
[His stupid green jellybean heart is very glad that one whole precious question was used on this.]
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unfortunately the next words out of his mouth are: ]
Hell yeah.
[ he makes an incredibly disgusted face at himself. I am sorry he is still CYOA cursed. the 24 hours isn't up yet. help me. well, with that he pulls his coat tighter, preparing. ]
If he's there-- If he shows up, tell Viktor he can go fuck himself. And that I'll see him next week.
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And then he really does burst into laughter at the second part, though it glitches in and out with that same radio static. NOT SWEET VIKTOR!! The violence inherent in these twinks.]
██ ██████! Will ██!
[He mimes one last pat for Lucien and then pats his own knees, hopping to his feet as Lucien pulls his coat tighter. He's glitching more prominently as he spins on his heel, throwing his arms wide open and then waving with both.]
Thank ███ for your ████! ██ revoir, mon ███...! Bye-bye!
[Before his little glowy body glitches one final time, distorting and then vanishing in little bursts of light like he was never there.]