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well if you don't have a favorite color
i'm gonna assume you like all the colors equally, so
rainbow it is
(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
i'm gonna assume you like all the colors equally, so
rainbow it is
(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
[Mello has avoided approaching Sorrow directly until now, mostly because he doesn't need any additional influence from the god's namesake emotion - he remembers what Sorrow's resurrection felt like, after all. But it has become apparent that Sorrow is the one who holds the most knowledge about what Mello wants to know, and he has to at least try to get an answer.]
I understand you don't particularly care about helping those of us who have been brought here, but I wanted to ask if you would be willing to make an exchange for information. I'm told you're the one who knows the most about the Door.
I understand you don't particularly care about helping those of us who have been brought here, but I wanted to ask if you would be willing to make an exchange for information. I'm told you're the one who knows the most about the Door.
[ Pride flag for Sorrow's temple, got it. ]
That makes it even easier, cool.
Keep your eyes peeled then for a colorful surprise coming your way.
That makes it even easier, cool.
Keep your eyes peeled then for a colorful surprise coming your way.
You were told correctly.
What do you want to know?
What do you want to know?
I've given plenty of information on the subject away freely.
The Door is an ancient tool used by the ancestors of my species as a way of connecting us with a suitable host population. It draws on chaos and disorder because that is when emotions tend to run their highest. Those of us here no longer have the resources to build another, and not many of our species know much of anything about it. The only reason that I do is because I was, at one point, fascinated in our history and artifacts.
I refuse to close it, and I will not divulge where it is kept.
Will that be all?
The Door is an ancient tool used by the ancestors of my species as a way of connecting us with a suitable host population. It draws on chaos and disorder because that is when emotions tend to run their highest. Those of us here no longer have the resources to build another, and not many of our species know much of anything about it. The only reason that I do is because I was, at one point, fascinated in our history and artifacts.
I refuse to close it, and I will not divulge where it is kept.
Will that be all?
[He knows he could probably fire off a text to this god, but Danse has always preferred face-to-face conversations. Text-based communication was convenient, but direct conversations just felt more genuine and sincere to him.
Even if this is to the one god that would hurt the most, he's not going to let an emotion control his actions.
Still, as much as he had braced himself when he stepped through the door, nothing could really prepare himself for the quiet sorrow that gently washes over his soul. Living in Tranquility's temple has helped to keep away that all-consuming sadness that has rooted in his heart, and the after-effects of staying there for a few days are strong enough that he doesn't feel distraught enough to just walk right back out.
Standing at the doorway, he clears his throat and calls out quietly.]
I'd like to speak with you, Sorrow. I have a question and a request.
Even if this is to the one god that would hurt the most, he's not going to let an emotion control his actions.
Still, as much as he had braced himself when he stepped through the door, nothing could really prepare himself for the quiet sorrow that gently washes over his soul. Living in Tranquility's temple has helped to keep away that all-consuming sadness that has rooted in his heart, and the after-effects of staying there for a few days are strong enough that he doesn't feel distraught enough to just walk right back out.
Standing at the doorway, he clears his throat and calls out quietly.]
I'd like to speak with you, Sorrow. I have a question and a request.
Now this makes her hesitate. Faith stands just outside the temple for a good five minutes before she walks in. Guilt's been on her mind since the mess with the doubles started, so the atmosphere in the temple brings tears to her eyes right away.
Still, she heads for the altar, where she sets down a candle shaped like a dog with a severed leg in its mouth. (It's sad, okay? What if the leg belonged to its master or something? Figuratively, of course. It's only a candle.) It's a poor offering in and of itself, but the candle isn't the point so much as the apology it represents, the remorse and the sadness over what part of her did to the god she'd begun to feel such a connection to. She wouldn't blame him if he struck her down or somethibg right now either. It might not have been her, but she was the double's source.
None of that much matters, though, so Faith sighs shakily and pinches the wick to light it with her power. The same fire that damaged the temple now lights it a little. She prefers it that way, controlled and gentle, warm and bright.
"Sorry," she murmurs, sniffling, and she stands there for about a minute, letting the sadness build in her, for his sake. If there's no response (and she's not expecting one), she leaves, wiping tears out of her eyes as she goes.
Still, she heads for the altar, where she sets down a candle shaped like a dog with a severed leg in its mouth. (It's sad, okay? What if the leg belonged to its master or something? Figuratively, of course. It's only a candle.) It's a poor offering in and of itself, but the candle isn't the point so much as the apology it represents, the remorse and the sadness over what part of her did to the god she'd begun to feel such a connection to. She wouldn't blame him if he struck her down or somethibg right now either. It might not have been her, but she was the double's source.
None of that much matters, though, so Faith sighs shakily and pinches the wick to light it with her power. The same fire that damaged the temple now lights it a little. She prefers it that way, controlled and gentle, warm and bright.
"Sorry," she murmurs, sniffling, and she stands there for about a minute, letting the sadness build in her, for his sake. If there's no response (and she's not expecting one), she leaves, wiping tears out of her eyes as she goes.
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What is it?
[He appears as if conjured out of thin air, stepping forward from behind the altar where it's possible that he'd been hiding. Sorrow doesn't know this new person very much yet, but he's already gaining an understanding of him, simply by being in the same room.
He tilts his head curiously, lifting a hand to invite Danse in further.]
Go on.
[He appears as if conjured out of thin air, stepping forward from behind the altar where it's possible that he'd been hiding. Sorrow doesn't know this new person very much yet, but he's already gaining an understanding of him, simply by being in the same room.
He tilts his head curiously, lifting a hand to invite Danse in further.]
Go on.
[He had expected something like that; Tranquillity had materialised out of thin air too. Danse nods at the invitation and properly enters the temple to approach Sorrow.]
I heard that you're the god that brought back the orchard, so I thought you'd be the one to ask about plants. I'd like to plant some of the fruit and vegetables from my world as an alternate source of food. I happened to have some samples with me when the Door brought me here, so getting the seeds isn't a problem. But I'm not certain if the environment here can support alien fauna.
I heard that you're the god that brought back the orchard, so I thought you'd be the one to ask about plants. I'd like to plant some of the fruit and vegetables from my world as an alternate source of food. I happened to have some samples with me when the Door brought me here, so getting the seeds isn't a problem. But I'm not certain if the environment here can support alien fauna.
[Like nearly everyone else who has reached out to Sorrow before, Glacius has a good long internal battle with himself as he considers reaching out to the self-proclaimed god. The thought of having to come to one of his captors and tormentors for anything rankles deeply in his hearts... and he finds it extremely hard to believe that allowing himself to become indebted to one of the beings responsible for his suffering will not have consequences at some point. But allowing his personal grievances to get in the way of his partner reclaiming some of the happiness that he once had in this city is simply not an option for the ice alien. Whatever this ends up leading to, he can bear it so long as it means he's made things better for the people he cares about.
So Glacius ultimately caves and contacts Sorrow. He's not even entirely sure that the strange being will tolerate this conversation, given how often he's spoken out against him and the other gods. He can only hope that this one will be amused enough at the prospect of the once-proud warrior bowing his head long enough to ask him for something to entertain his request. The alien had spurned the god's blessing once before, after all; the irony that he now has to reach out to him out of all the others is not lost on the otherworldly being.]
Sorrow. I... have a request. It is for the good of my friend, and for this city as a whole. [Because that was how Carlisle used the plants: to create brews and remedies not only for himself, but for others, made of his own hard work.] I know you provided the plants for a garden that was kept here. I wish to request the same, albeit one of a different species now, even though I am not of that world. Is this something that is in your power to do? [That word choice is specific--he's hoping Sorrow has a sense of pride that he can appeal to. The implication being that if he truly is a god, then nothing should be beyond his capabilities... right?] I can provide plenty of information and illustrations to aid in their recreation, if it is required.
So Glacius ultimately caves and contacts Sorrow. He's not even entirely sure that the strange being will tolerate this conversation, given how often he's spoken out against him and the other gods. He can only hope that this one will be amused enough at the prospect of the once-proud warrior bowing his head long enough to ask him for something to entertain his request. The alien had spurned the god's blessing once before, after all; the irony that he now has to reach out to him out of all the others is not lost on the otherworldly being.]
Sorrow. I... have a request. It is for the good of my friend, and for this city as a whole. [Because that was how Carlisle used the plants: to create brews and remedies not only for himself, but for others, made of his own hard work.] I know you provided the plants for a garden that was kept here. I wish to request the same, albeit one of a different species now, even though I am not of that world. Is this something that is in your power to do? [That word choice is specific--he's hoping Sorrow has a sense of pride that he can appeal to. The implication being that if he truly is a god, then nothing should be beyond his capabilities... right?] I can provide plenty of information and illustrations to aid in their recreation, if it is required.
Ah.
[Sorrow is less agreeable than Tranquility, though neither of them are particularly prone to intimidation or shows of power. He doesn't seem too put-out by Danse's request either way, and considers it for a moment before responding.]
It should. Or I can alter them so it will.
[Sorrow is less agreeable than Tranquility, though neither of them are particularly prone to intimidation or shows of power. He doesn't seem too put-out by Danse's request either way, and considers it for a moment before responding.]
It should. Or I can alter them so it will.
[It takes awhile before Sorrow responds to Glacius, though it's unclear if the length of time is just because he likes the idea of keeping the alien waiting, or if he just doesn't have the time- likely a bit of the former, but Sorrow is generally a prompt and unemotional being.]
Yes.
[Is the simple answer.]
I can do that. My question is- why are you asking me to? The plants here are enough to sustain you all, are they not?
Yes.
[Is the simple answer.]
I can do that. My question is- why are you asking me to? The plants here are enough to sustain you all, are they not?
[Several days after her visit, Faith receives a text from Sorrow.]
Your candle has burned through.
Your candle has burned through.
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[If Glacius is bothered by the wait, his tone doesn't give any indication of it--a naturally reserved being, he can sometimes seem just as impassive as Sorrow. His response, however, suggests something more, hints at the caring hearts that beat within his icy, armor-coated chest.]
They can sustain us, yes, but a number of the plants used for healing and remedies have recently been lost to us... and this loss has hurt someone close to me. I wish to try and soothe that... they did not deserve that suffering. [Not that he expects the aptly-named god will care so much about that--or any of this, really, but he has to try... hopefully without giving too much information away. He can endure being hurt, but the last thing he wants is Sorrow targeting Carlisle in an attempt to wring some sadness out of him.]
They can sustain us, yes, but a number of the plants used for healing and remedies have recently been lost to us... and this loss has hurt someone close to me. I wish to try and soothe that... they did not deserve that suffering. [Not that he expects the aptly-named god will care so much about that--or any of this, really, but he has to try... hopefully without giving too much information away. He can endure being hurt, but the last thing he wants is Sorrow targeting Carlisle in an attempt to wring some sadness out of him.]
[ ! ]
Oh. I could get you another?
[If you don't mind her crying some mo-- wait. Is that the point.
...he deserves it, she thinks.]
Oh. I could get you another?
[If you don't mind her crying some mo-- wait. Is that the point.
...he deserves it, she thinks.]
I'll plant a couple of seeds and observe their growth. If there are any complications, I'll submit a formal request for more suitable soil. For now, there is something else I'd like to ask of you.
[Deep breath. Keep calm. Try not to think about this sadness, this sorrow that he's clamped down on, unwilling to allow it an outlet. But being in Sorrow's temple has started to spread cracks across the vault door, and it's all starting to leak out.]
Where I come from, all plants have been contaminated with radiation due to a war over 200 years ago. I'm not sure if you and your kind know what radiation is but to summarize, it can be poisonous to the human body even in small doses.
The immediate effects of consuming the average irradiated fruit is not noticeable, but build up over time can lead to radiation poisoning. Preliminary symptoms are minor and include nausea, vomiting, fever, fatigue, headaches and reddening skin, but prolonged exposure would cause a series of severe illnesses that inevitably lead to death.
If you're able, I would like to request a removal of radiation from the samples I brought with me from the Commonwealth.
[Deep breath. Keep calm. Try not to think about this sadness, this sorrow that he's clamped down on, unwilling to allow it an outlet. But being in Sorrow's temple has started to spread cracks across the vault door, and it's all starting to leak out.]
Where I come from, all plants have been contaminated with radiation due to a war over 200 years ago. I'm not sure if you and your kind know what radiation is but to summarize, it can be poisonous to the human body even in small doses.
The immediate effects of consuming the average irradiated fruit is not noticeable, but build up over time can lead to radiation poisoning. Preliminary symptoms are minor and include nausea, vomiting, fever, fatigue, headaches and reddening skin, but prolonged exposure would cause a series of severe illnesses that inevitably lead to death.
If you're able, I would like to request a removal of radiation from the samples I brought with me from the Commonwealth.
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Unfortunate.
[What a waste of power- to give something to these people, only to have it be destroyed. Sorrow sighs, clearly not impressed with this situation, before he continues.]
If the plants were here, then I have created them before. I can do so again if I knew which ones they were. And also- [He hums, considering.] -there is a question of payment.
[What a waste of power- to give something to these people, only to have it be destroyed. Sorrow sighs, clearly not impressed with this situation, before he continues.]
If the plants were here, then I have created them before. I can do so again if I knew which ones they were. And also- [He hums, considering.] -there is a question of payment.
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...radiation.
[He says it as if he's sounding out that word for himself, frowning a little as the concept is explained to him. It seems like quite an inconvenient thing, and if that's the case for this man's homeworld then it's not really a surprise that he'd like to avoid carrying it over here.
So Sorrow nods, agreeable.]
So it would be like removing a poison?
[He says it as if he's sounding out that word for himself, frowning a little as the concept is explained to him. It seems like quite an inconvenient thing, and if that's the case for this man's homeworld then it's not really a surprise that he'd like to avoid carrying it over here.
So Sorrow nods, agreeable.]
So it would be like removing a poison?
Roughly speaking? Yes.
If you're capable of performing that task, then we can discuss payment.
[Keep things professional. Neutral. He doesn't have to like this god to carry out a fair barter, and the sooner they settle the deal the quicker he can get out of here.]
If you're capable of performing that task, then we can discuss payment.
[Keep things professional. Neutral. He doesn't have to like this god to carry out a fair barter, and the sooner they settle the deal the quicker he can get out of here.]
[Hey now, Glacius is also equally unimpressed with the constant bickering and infighting of the humans and other inhabitants of this cave. If Sorrow wants to take it up with the wretch that did this, that is more than okay with him.]
It is a plant from the same world, but the one I am seeking will be of a different species--a highly sought after one. As I said, I can provide abundant information and reference to aid in its recreation, and as for payment...
[The alien sighs, hanging his head briefly.] ... I realize this is asking a lot, so request whatever you will of me. All I ask is that you do not require me to harm or cause sadness in another.
It is a plant from the same world, but the one I am seeking will be of a different species--a highly sought after one. As I said, I can provide abundant information and reference to aid in its recreation, and as for payment...
[The alien sighs, hanging his head briefly.] ... I realize this is asking a lot, so request whatever you will of me. All I ask is that you do not require me to harm or cause sadness in another.
I should be able to.
[If it's the kind of poison he has experience with, anyway. If not, he can try to make it work regardless.
Sorrow takes a step back, pressing his palms against the altar behind him and using it to lift himself up, sitting on the flat stone slab and crossing one leg over the other- the movement conversational, and yet strangely delicate.]
For this, I want to know your deepest shame. Something that you've done that you regret more than anything else.
[If it's the kind of poison he has experience with, anyway. If not, he can try to make it work regardless.
Sorrow takes a step back, pressing his palms against the altar behind him and using it to lift himself up, sitting on the flat stone slab and crossing one leg over the other- the movement conversational, and yet strangely delicate.]
For this, I want to know your deepest shame. Something that you've done that you regret more than anything else.
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