[He wants to say that's okay. If it doesn't work, that's okay. Once was barely a taste, but he can deal... knowing Lucien knows, knowing they had a chance. But he doesn't think Lucien will listen to him. Lucien won't be reassured.
He reaches up to put his hand over Lucien's crossed arms, wanting desperately to be able to squeeze them in his hand.]
I will. I'm glad... I got to see your stupid face again. They need you, you know. They all need you there, so... take care of yourself, Lucien. Don't do anything... too crazy.
[ yeah, listen, unfortunately, the lucien-is-always-right clause includes a subclause that he can't be fuckin' told anything.
his hand twitches, almost impulsively, leaning in again as he hears what sounds like it could be a goodbye, instantly rioting against the idea. ]
I'm not fucking leaving you there, and you best get used to the gods-damn idea because you aren't here to stop me from doing anything I want and I can be as insane as I like. I'll get that done and I'll fire that big fuck off ship cannon while I'm at it.
Don't get too cozy with that smug, rich fish either-- [ is that gonna be the note he leaves this on. ] I'll see you soon.
[ Amalthea keeps the podium channeling, but this eventually has to end... The dead and the living are meant to be separated—that divide is important.
While Viktor returns whence he came, Lucien finds himself slipping. For a moment, he can feel Viktor's presence, warmth, touch... and see his surroundings change. It's no longer a church, but an abandoned space where pulsing flesh grows through the cracks. He can faintly make sense of tables and chairs, but not much else from the darkness that shadows his vision. Yet in that darkness, Viktor becomes clearer and clearer with each passing second.
... The soft humming from the channeling podium ends, but these sensations continue.
Lucien feels his soul and body slowly split, sinew to sinew... He can be with him, if he wanted. He can abandon this shell. The excruciating pain is temporary, after all. ]
Goodbye, Mister Viktor... I will pray for everyone's return. May we see you again.
[ Lucien will feel a deathly chill from the touch of Amalthea's hand and the seance ends, he's back. Good jorb. ]
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He reaches up to put his hand over Lucien's crossed arms, wanting desperately to be able to squeeze them in his hand.]
I will. I'm glad... I got to see your stupid face again. They need you, you know. They all need you there, so... take care of yourself, Lucien. Don't do anything... too crazy.
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his hand twitches, almost impulsively, leaning in again as he hears what sounds like it could be a goodbye, instantly rioting against the idea. ]
I'm not fucking leaving you there, and you best get used to the gods-damn idea because you aren't here to stop me from doing anything I want and I can be as insane as I like. I'll get that done and I'll fire that big fuck off ship cannon while I'm at it.
Don't get too cozy with that smug, rich fish either-- [ is that gonna be the note he leaves this on. ] I'll see you soon.
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While Viktor returns whence he came, Lucien finds himself slipping. For a moment, he can feel Viktor's presence, warmth, touch... and see his surroundings change. It's no longer a church, but an abandoned space where pulsing flesh grows through the cracks. He can faintly make sense of tables and chairs, but not much else from the darkness that shadows his vision. Yet in that darkness, Viktor becomes clearer and clearer with each passing second.
... The soft humming from the channeling podium ends, but these sensations continue.
Lucien feels his soul and body slowly split, sinew to sinew... He can be with him, if he wanted. He can abandon this shell. The excruciating pain is temporary, after all. ]
Goodbye, Mister Viktor... I will pray for everyone's return. May we see you again.
[ Lucien will feel a deathly chill from the touch of Amalthea's hand and the seance ends, he's back. Good jorb. ]