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I have never laughed at your jokes, so they do not benefit me, and so there is no need to tell them to me. You can still tell them to others if you want.
I submit that you aren't funny to me, and neither are any of your companions.
Attention: Mr. Sorrow
Subject: Request and Complaint
Request: Power Adapter.
Details: As you are doubtless aware, Mr. Hope and Miss Delight's tampering has apparently lead to the city's flooding with our rubbish. Putting aside how interesting it is that the items unmistakably belong to each person, rather than are random debris from the worlds --
One of my computers wound up here, but I've been unable to develop an adapter to permit plugging into Hadriel's power. I am increasingly sure I will not be able to. Please find attached photos and diagrams.
I would like to be able to plug my computer into the power supply with the result that it operates without issue.
Offer: I do not know what would be sufficient. A sorrowful memory?
[ and... look... Mr. Sorrow refused to assist them. Hermann understands, he does. However, that makes him indirectly responsible for the situation continuing. That makes him indirectly responsible for his complaints winding up in Mr. Sans's bony, insufferable hand. That makes him indirectly responsible for what Hermann's had to put up with, and... look... it's been a very long time since Hermann's been able to file a complaint. ]
Complaint: Mr. Sans, i.e., personal items in unacceptable hands
Details: I understand your refusal to assist Mr. Hope and Miss Delight, however, your lack of tolerance seems to be expressed by inaction. I assume this is rooted in the confidence that they will fail. Their failure has consequences. These consequences are occasionally good, in that I am not begrudging that woman her tambourine or complaining about my computer, but they are otherwise dangerous or highly troublesome. (See: Dragons, severed hands, Mr. Sans with my papers.) If they have no chance of success, you might be a touch more proactive in stopping them.
Additionally, as the god of sorrow, I do wonder whether you can do anything about his infernal sense of humor. Nothing permanent, as I would not wish to tamper terribly with him or cause him harm, but if I have to listen to or read one more blighted bit of wordplay about bones or whatever is topical, I may truly, accidentally kill him, and I do not want that on my hands.
Thank you.
Subject: Request and Complaint
Request: Power Adapter.
Details: As you are doubtless aware, Mr. Hope and Miss Delight's tampering has apparently lead to the city's flooding with our rubbish. Putting aside how interesting it is that the items unmistakably belong to each person, rather than are random debris from the worlds --
One of my computers wound up here, but I've been unable to develop an adapter to permit plugging into Hadriel's power. I am increasingly sure I will not be able to. Please find attached photos and diagrams.
I would like to be able to plug my computer into the power supply with the result that it operates without issue.
Offer: I do not know what would be sufficient. A sorrowful memory?
[ and... look... Mr. Sorrow refused to assist them. Hermann understands, he does. However, that makes him indirectly responsible for the situation continuing. That makes him indirectly responsible for his complaints winding up in Mr. Sans's bony, insufferable hand. That makes him indirectly responsible for what Hermann's had to put up with, and... look... it's been a very long time since Hermann's been able to file a complaint. ]
Complaint: Mr. Sans, i.e., personal items in unacceptable hands
Details: I understand your refusal to assist Mr. Hope and Miss Delight, however, your lack of tolerance seems to be expressed by inaction. I assume this is rooted in the confidence that they will fail. Their failure has consequences. These consequences are occasionally good, in that I am not begrudging that woman her tambourine or complaining about my computer, but they are otherwise dangerous or highly troublesome. (See: Dragons, severed hands, Mr. Sans with my papers.) If they have no chance of success, you might be a touch more proactive in stopping them.
Additionally, as the god of sorrow, I do wonder whether you can do anything about his infernal sense of humor. Nothing permanent, as I would not wish to tamper terribly with him or cause him harm, but if I have to listen to or read one more blighted bit of wordplay about bones or whatever is topical, I may truly, accidentally kill him, and I do not want that on my hands.
Thank you.
Request: I understand your problem. I can create something that would allow your... computer to access electricity, however, in return I will be able to access your database, similar to our access of the phone network. You have my word that I will not alter or harm anything on it.
As payment, I would require something slightly more substantial. I want to have a conversation about your greatest regret. That shouldn't prove too much for you, I trust.
Complaint: You're assuming that my inaction isn't calculated: it is. I will not step in where there is conflict, as conflict is where Fear, Rage, Confusion and myself all thrive. At least- not unless there was something greater at stake. I sympathize, but at this moment, I believe that my benefit outweighs your misfortune. My advice would be to try being more organized.
I agree abut his humor. I have attempted negotiating it with him so he could stop harassing me, but he has not accepted my offers thusfar. Nothing he wants outweighs his desire to be a nuisance.
If you do kill him, I'll reward you.
As payment, I would require something slightly more substantial. I want to have a conversation about your greatest regret. That shouldn't prove too much for you, I trust.
Complaint: You're assuming that my inaction isn't calculated: it is. I will not step in where there is conflict, as conflict is where Fear, Rage, Confusion and myself all thrive. At least- not unless there was something greater at stake. I sympathize, but at this moment, I believe that my benefit outweighs your misfortune. My advice would be to try being more organized.
I agree abut his humor. I have attempted negotiating it with him so he could stop harassing me, but he has not accepted my offers thusfar. Nothing he wants outweighs his desire to be a nuisance.
If you do kill him, I'll reward you.
Request: Acceptable. If anything remains from my world, it is exhaustively backed up there. There would be little point in attempting to keep anything unique to here from you or the others. I doubt you'll find much of interest.
Not at all. It is only a selfish thing.
[ As really, it should be that it took so long to sort the Breach, it should be that those first Jaegers made ill their pilots, it should be that Jaegers fell, it should be all those dead pilots, all those dead people, the kaiju damage, their slow understanding, it should be his fractured relationship with his father, it should be Newton's first Drift, it should be and is closer and closer to being his utter uselessness in these prisons -- but what it is, is selfish. ]
I was unable to pilot.
Complaint: Mr. Sorrow, with all due respect, if there is one thing I have never lacked in, it is organization. However, I do imagine plenty of what's turning up is feeding you well. My last concern, then, is that Mr. Hope had no ability to guarantee that if they did manage to send us out of the Door, we wouldn't end up in empty space. Will you step in before they kill the lot of us, with no one knowing any better?
No, thank you. There are a few problems with that solution, not the least that Mr. Hope would revive him.
Not at all. It is only a selfish thing.
[ As really, it should be that it took so long to sort the Breach, it should be that those first Jaegers made ill their pilots, it should be that Jaegers fell, it should be all those dead pilots, all those dead people, the kaiju damage, their slow understanding, it should be his fractured relationship with his father, it should be Newton's first Drift, it should be and is closer and closer to being his utter uselessness in these prisons -- but what it is, is selfish. ]
I was unable to pilot.
Complaint: Mr. Sorrow, with all due respect, if there is one thing I have never lacked in, it is organization. However, I do imagine plenty of what's turning up is feeding you well. My last concern, then, is that Mr. Hope had no ability to guarantee that if they did manage to send us out of the Door, we wouldn't end up in empty space. Will you step in before they kill the lot of us, with no one knowing any better?
No, thank you. There are a few problems with that solution, not the least that Mr. Hope would revive him.
Edited 2016-10-21 10:16 (UTC)
A pilot? That doesn't seem too difficult.
As far as your complaint is concerned, I merely suggest that if your people had a more immediate and powerful response team, the dragons would have been less of an issue. Similarly, if a system had been put in place where everyone would submit odd items they've found to be claimed, then perhaps there wouldn't be so much confusion in that regard.
Yes, but it would be gratifying to not have to listen to his jokes in the meantime.
As far as your complaint is concerned, I merely suggest that if your people had a more immediate and powerful response team, the dragons would have been less of an issue. Similarly, if a system had been put in place where everyone would submit odd items they've found to be claimed, then perhaps there wouldn't be so much confusion in that regard.
Yes, but it would be gratifying to not have to listen to his jokes in the meantime.
More so than you might imagine, given the machinery and technology involved. Moreover, it was to be the first step. Many boys dream of becoming astronauts. I have directly disobeyed my father in only two things: the first, that I did not grow out of it. In almost every regard, I was fully or vastly overqualified.
Your point is well-taken. We do have a response team, yet even if it were more powerful, you must allow time to deal with immense exigencies as are dragons. While I agree a system should be implemented (I admit I am disinclined to take on every custodial task that is wanting), it would not solve the problems of disquieting items or initial wrong hands, some of whom would choose to be difficult and not utilize the system. I acknowledge that is our failing, but again, not one we initiated. None of which addresses the possibility of being expelled into fatal environments.
Unless he texts you at every hour of every day, I am not sure you would notice the difference.
Your point is well-taken. We do have a response team, yet even if it were more powerful, you must allow time to deal with immense exigencies as are dragons. While I agree a system should be implemented (I admit I am disinclined to take on every custodial task that is wanting), it would not solve the problems of disquieting items or initial wrong hands, some of whom would choose to be difficult and not utilize the system. I acknowledge that is our failing, but again, not one we initiated. None of which addresses the possibility of being expelled into fatal environments.
Unless he texts you at every hour of every day, I am not sure you would notice the difference.
Edited 2016-10-21 16:25 (UTC)
[ All this... asking gods for things... She's come a long way since refusing to ask anything of anyone. That cost her a hand though so, y'know, she apparently learns the hard way. ]
If I ask you for a plant in the orchard that will probably [ read: 100% ] make me sad, do I get brownie points?
[ He doesn't actually have to answer that; it's just her coping mechanism to be a smart ass. ]
It's called the Rosa rugosa or Japanese rose. I know... a lot more about it than I should so giving you details to recreate it shouldn't be a problem. I'd only like a couple, so I could maybe grow more.
[ They do better by the shore, but she'll figure it out. She could make pot-pourri out of them if they thrived though that probably doesn't interest Sorrow very much. ]
Since there's always a catch... What would I owe you?
If I ask you for a plant in the orchard that will probably [ read: 100% ] make me sad, do I get brownie points?
[ He doesn't actually have to answer that; it's just her coping mechanism to be a smart ass. ]
It's called the Rosa rugosa or Japanese rose. I know... a lot more about it than I should so giving you details to recreate it shouldn't be a problem. I'd only like a couple, so I could maybe grow more.
[ They do better by the shore, but she'll figure it out. She could make pot-pourri out of them if they thrived though that probably doesn't interest Sorrow very much. ]
Since there's always a catch... What would I owe you?
Then why did you fail? And what other way have you disobeyed your creator?
As far as your concern of ending up in a void, I can assure you that I will not allow that to happen. I want you here- your presence elsewhere, dead or not, does me and my companions little good.
Besides which, you may assume that we hold all the power in the universe, but we cannot be considered responsible for every small thing which ails you. If you have issue, take it up with Hope or Delight, as they began this. Otherwise, adapt to us and our methods as we have attempted to adapt to you.
As far as your concern of ending up in a void, I can assure you that I will not allow that to happen. I want you here- your presence elsewhere, dead or not, does me and my companions little good.
Besides which, you may assume that we hold all the power in the universe, but we cannot be considered responsible for every small thing which ails you. If you have issue, take it up with Hope or Delight, as they began this. Otherwise, adapt to us and our methods as we have attempted to adapt to you.
The eye exam. There were odd results. After further tests, I was diagnosed with an illness. Men with degenerative illnesses neither fly nor go any further. [ Nor, when another sort of piloting is needed, the Jaegers, that. ]
As for my father -- we would not use the term 'creator' -- that is another conversation, and one likely to produce more rage than sorrow.
Thank you, then. Even if you know what I'd rather you be doing.
I do not assume you have all that power. You need the Door to bring people in, don't you? It doesn't seem as though you could do it on your own. That's another point of similarity, arguably: your people also use tools to compensate for deficiencies. I understand that may be a simplification. Regardless, this is a different sort of adaptation, and I have notified Mr. Hope of my concerns.
As for my father -- we would not use the term 'creator' -- that is another conversation, and one likely to produce more rage than sorrow.
Thank you, then. Even if you know what I'd rather you be doing.
I do not assume you have all that power. You need the Door to bring people in, don't you? It doesn't seem as though you could do it on your own. That's another point of similarity, arguably: your people also use tools to compensate for deficiencies. I understand that may be a simplification. Regardless, this is a different sort of adaptation, and I have notified Mr. Hope of my concerns.
How would it make you sad? Unless that's a side effect of its presence.
[He needs to know that part before he can know the rest of it.]
Is there a painful association for you?
[He needs to know that part before he can know the rest of it.]
Is there a painful association for you?
[ Of course he does. ]
Yes. [ And since she's pretty sure that alone won't be an acceptable answer, she elaborates. ]
They remind me of my mother. She named me after them. [ A pause. Hrm. It's strange to think that the first person she's telling this to is a god, but- ]
She died when I was young.
Yes. [ And since she's pretty sure that alone won't be an acceptable answer, she elaborates. ]
They remind me of my mother. She named me after them. [ A pause. Hrm. It's strange to think that the first person she's telling this to is a god, but- ]
She died when I was young.
Do you still have that illness here? Could your companions contract it?
You're welcome.
Our tools are likely instruments of our own creation- though, I suppose yours are too. The Door is an ancient instrument of my species' design, not some abandoned relic that we found and decided to turn on.
Don't bother him too much. He needs to focus on the matters at hand, and your plight distracts him more than it should.
You're welcome.
Our tools are likely instruments of our own creation- though, I suppose yours are too. The Door is an ancient instrument of my species' design, not some abandoned relic that we found and decided to turn on.
Don't bother him too much. He needs to focus on the matters at hand, and your plight distracts him more than it should.
Edited 2016-10-30 10:45 (UTC)
So then, why do you want it?
[Is his question. That doesn't make a ton of sense.]
[Is his question. That doesn't make a ton of sense.]
It's. Complicated?
[ It doesn't make a lot of sense from an outside perspective, she supposes. ]
I think having them around and being reminded of her, of things from before might help me get over it all. Or, at least, make it easier to deal with. [ Considering last time she was confronted with having to think about that stuff it ended abysmally. ] Like... I don't know. Exposure therapy? [ Does he even know what that is? THIS IS HARD. ] The more I think about it, the less it affects me. That kind of thing.
So. Basically, yes, they make me sad. And I'm going to voluntarily make myself sad so that maybe after a while it won't be... as bad. I know it sounds dumb but it's the only thing I can think of to help me get passed some things because I'm, as you can probably tell by now, not the best at talking to people.
[ This is the most awkward request ever, good job Rose. ]
[ It doesn't make a lot of sense from an outside perspective, she supposes. ]
I think having them around and being reminded of her, of things from before might help me get over it all. Or, at least, make it easier to deal with. [ Considering last time she was confronted with having to think about that stuff it ended abysmally. ] Like... I don't know. Exposure therapy? [ Does he even know what that is? THIS IS HARD. ] The more I think about it, the less it affects me. That kind of thing.
So. Basically, yes, they make me sad. And I'm going to voluntarily make myself sad so that maybe after a while it won't be... as bad. I know it sounds dumb but it's the only thing I can think of to help me get passed some things because I'm, as you can probably tell by now, not the best at talking to people.
[ This is the most awkward request ever, good job Rose. ]
Humans are ridiculous.
[Is what he has to say about that.]
Send me all the details and I'll get back to you with a payment.
[Is what he has to say about that.]
Send me all the details and I'll get back to you with a payment.
[ She's flattered he thinks she's human. They are pretty ridiculous, aren't they?
(That wasn't a compliment...) ]
You got it, dude!
[ A little while later, he'll receive an image file lovingly crafted by Rose herself. ]
If you have any more questions, I'll be happy to answer them!
(･ω<)☆
(That wasn't a compliment...) ]
You got it, dude!
[ A little while later, he'll receive an image file lovingly crafted by Rose herself. ]
If you have any more questions, I'll be happy to answer them!
(･ω<)☆
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