Mr. Sorrow,
I'm the one who was inquiring about additional plants for your orchard for the purposes of alchemy. I am sending you some notes and illustrations that will hopefully convey what these plants are supposed to look like.
[And if some of the specifics are wrong, well... alchemical mishaps are a thing he's prepared for.
Attached is plants.jpg, which includes several scientific-style figures for fanged ivy, glassweed, frostlace, bloodwort, paw plants, and coiler. Each illustration has a cutaway detailing the inside textures and colors of the leaves, bark, roots, and even the fruits a few of them bear, as well as the approximate taste of most of them. There's even a few uses listed for each one. Did you know the leaves of frostlace can be used to chill a drink? Carlisle knew. Probably helps that he was quite the accomplished gardener back home.
But not alchemist, unfortunately.]
I hope that is sufficient. It has been some time since I've been home, but I kept quite a busy garden.
- Carlisle Longinmouth
I'm the one who was inquiring about additional plants for your orchard for the purposes of alchemy. I am sending you some notes and illustrations that will hopefully convey what these plants are supposed to look like.
[And if some of the specifics are wrong, well... alchemical mishaps are a thing he's prepared for.
Attached is plants.jpg, which includes several scientific-style figures for fanged ivy, glassweed, frostlace, bloodwort, paw plants, and coiler. Each illustration has a cutaway detailing the inside textures and colors of the leaves, bark, roots, and even the fruits a few of them bear, as well as the approximate taste of most of them. There's even a few uses listed for each one. Did you know the leaves of frostlace can be used to chill a drink? Carlisle knew. Probably helps that he was quite the accomplished gardener back home.
But not alchemist, unfortunately.]
I hope that is sufficient. It has been some time since I've been home, but I kept quite a busy garden.
- Carlisle Longinmouth
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[ It's taken her a lot to make the call, a lot of internal debate about how she feels about the gods and the likelihood that any individual interaction with them will come back to bite her in the ass. All the same, Cecily does what she hopes is leave a message for Sorrow, one in which her voice is tempered by barely-contained suspicion. ]
Can you bring a specific plant to the orchard? It isn't a fruit, exactly, and... frankly, it'd be better in a garden, but I think it'll help us a lot.
[ Not that he would care about that, so she adds: ] It may stop Hope having to bring back as many dead people.
[ Nailed it. ]
Can you bring a specific plant to the orchard? It isn't a fruit, exactly, and... frankly, it'd be better in a garden, but I think it'll help us a lot.
[ Not that he would care about that, so she adds: ] It may stop Hope having to bring back as many dead people.
[ Nailed it. ]
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heya. you seem to be the go-to guy for plants around here.
i got the botanical description of a flower from home that i think might interest ya. called an "echo flower," and it does exactly what it sounds like it does. think you might be interested in reproducin' it on a small or large scale?
[As for payment...well, Sans doesn't have a big enough ego to assume his numerous perceived betrayals would be enough to generate whatever emotional capital he needs as leverage. But he doubts it'll require a lot of effort on his part to fulfill that requirement.]
i got the botanical description of a flower from home that i think might interest ya. called an "echo flower," and it does exactly what it sounds like it does. think you might be interested in reproducin' it on a small or large scale?
[As for payment...well, Sans doesn't have a big enough ego to assume his numerous perceived betrayals would be enough to generate whatever emotional capital he needs as leverage. But he doubts it'll require a lot of effort on his part to fulfill that requirement.]
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.
[ 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?
[Like when she talked to Hope, Faith comes to the temple of the god she wants to speak to. Some of the happiness she seems to live and breathe dims when she steps insode Sorrow's temple, but she stays focused and pulls through. She'll be fine.
She takes a seat on the floor, back to the altar, and starts the video.]
Hello, Mr. Sorrow! I'm Faith, and I'm here to have a chat with you!
[You bet she's grinning a little.]
Been meaning to come by, but I was busy trying to burn people's jackets a while back. Miss Rage's good, isn't she! Bet she's feelin' stronger after that mess.
She takes a seat on the floor, back to the altar, and starts the video.]
Hello, Mr. Sorrow! I'm Faith, and I'm here to have a chat with you!
[You bet she's grinning a little.]
Been meaning to come by, but I was busy trying to burn people's jackets a while back. Miss Rage's good, isn't she! Bet she's feelin' stronger after that mess.
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[ Rose doesn't need any extra help feeling sad but here she is anyway. She still hasn't made good on her 'genuine sadness' deal, but... That's not what she's coming to see him about anyway. ]
Gotta' work on the ambiance in this place, dude. It's a little drab.
[ Hah. She likes to think she's funny. Before he actually answers that though, she's got her guitar in hand and starts to serenade him with a song that has to do with sorrow. Well. It does for her, at least. ]
She walks the lonely street, she stares at herself and thinks "This is someone I don't want to know." Her heart is sinking like a stone to the bottom of the bottle where love never grows and nothing can live and light never shines. I say: "your life has come to this, your life has come to this, your life has come to this but you won't die."
She cries out to the angels: Redemption! To end her dance with devils; Salvation, yeah. Tries to attack the changes, tries to forget the faces that pushed her to this place that she calls home. Her future's sinking like a stone to the bottom of the bottle where everyone knows. And nothing can live and nothing can die.
Gotta' work on the ambiance in this place, dude. It's a little drab.
[ Hah. She likes to think she's funny. Before he actually answers that though, she's got her guitar in hand and starts to serenade him with a song that has to do with sorrow. Well. It does for her, at least. ]
She walks the lonely street, she stares at herself and thinks "This is someone I don't want to know." Her heart is sinking like a stone to the bottom of the bottle where love never grows and nothing can live and light never shines. I say: "your life has come to this, your life has come to this, your life has come to this but you won't die."
She cries out to the angels: Redemption! To end her dance with devils; Salvation, yeah. Tries to attack the changes, tries to forget the faces that pushed her to this place that she calls home. Her future's sinking like a stone to the bottom of the bottle where everyone knows. And nothing can live and nothing can die.
[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.
[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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[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.
[ It only occurs to Rose a couple days after Faith has left that there's something she could carry on in her honor. Her visit to Sorrow's temple, which elicits the emotion in her she's been trying to swallow down, is not a pleasant one. She cries for the first time since she'd realized Faith was gone. It surprises even her just how easily it happens as she walks through the threshold of the temple even though she'd been on the verge of tears for practically three days now.
It's interesting, in a way, to have a place that provide the catharsis of a good cry that she'd been denying for wanting to put on a brave face in the absence of Faith's presence. Anyway. That's not actually why she's here. Rose is here to place a candle - a simple, deep purple one - in place of the last one Faith had left that has since burned out. ]
For you, dude, [ she says, after hard sniffle, even though she doesn't expect him to respond. ] S'what she would've wanted, I think.
[ She'll watch the candle once it's lit for a few moments to make sure it stays burning before turning to take her leave. In a few days, another one will replace it. This is a 'tradition' she's steadfast in carrying on. ]
It's interesting, in a way, to have a place that provide the catharsis of a good cry that she'd been denying for wanting to put on a brave face in the absence of Faith's presence. Anyway. That's not actually why she's here. Rose is here to place a candle - a simple, deep purple one - in place of the last one Faith had left that has since burned out. ]
For you, dude, [ she says, after hard sniffle, even though she doesn't expect him to respond. ] S'what she would've wanted, I think.
[ She'll watch the candle once it's lit for a few moments to make sure it stays burning before turning to take her leave. In a few days, another one will replace it. This is a 'tradition' she's steadfast in carrying on. ]
hello mr. sorrow!
if you're not too busy
tranquility told me you knew about the door and that you might answer some questions???
for uh
scientific curiosity i guess? =^w^=
if you're not too busy
tranquility told me you knew about the door and that you might answer some questions???
for uh
scientific curiosity i guess? =^w^=
[She knows the time for a pair of the gods to be sent is coming very soon, so no time like the present to ask some questions.]
Hello, Sorrow. Around the time of the divide, you said you would be willing to answer questions about your enemies if we managed to survive. I would like to have that discussion now, if you have the time.
Hello, Sorrow. Around the time of the divide, you said you would be willing to answer questions about your enemies if we managed to survive. I would like to have that discussion now, if you have the time.
What uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuppppp.
[ Is this
a mating call???
...Okay, no, actually. It's. Rose trying to get Sorrow's attention as she steps into his temple. Hopefully he apparates in or something since this is a bit more serious than 'call me.' It's also a way of putting on a brave face in the wake of the emotions being here causes - so raw and fresh after her own death - but whatever. She's a big girl.
She can deal with it. And he doesn't have to know if she can't, anyway. That's not on him. ]
Dude, we gotta' talk. Some things called 'the Null' contacted us.
[ Hopefully that gets his attention, if nothing else. ]
[ Is this
a mating call???
...Okay, no, actually. It's. Rose trying to get Sorrow's attention as she steps into his temple. Hopefully he apparates in or something since this is a bit more serious than 'call me.' It's also a way of putting on a brave face in the wake of the emotions being here causes - so raw and fresh after her own death - but whatever. She's a big girl.
She can deal with it. And he doesn't have to know if she can't, anyway. That's not on him. ]
Dude, we gotta' talk. Some things called 'the Null' contacted us.
[ Hopefully that gets his attention, if nothing else. ]
( For... obvious reasons, Kate has historically tried to avoid speaking to Sorrow when it's not necessary. But three years have passed for her, and Hope's worse than useless at telling her how to kill the Null, so-
Here we are.
It's the memory of how Faith spoke of Sorrow when they were here together that spurs Kate to talk to him rather than Fear or Love, and nothing more meaningful than being in the area that leads to her doing it in person at the temple rather than via a communicator. The gentle pressure, the light swell of emotion that comes with stepping foot back into one of the temples catches her off guard for a moment, leaving a dull ache in her chest - the hollow pain of missing someone, the emptiness that's in her mind because Hadriel is a universe away from home. She'll see Faith again, that's most likely, but if these Null get their way-
She can't let that happen. )
You here?
( Where does a glowcloud spend their spare time, anyway? )
Here we are.
It's the memory of how Faith spoke of Sorrow when they were here together that spurs Kate to talk to him rather than Fear or Love, and nothing more meaningful than being in the area that leads to her doing it in person at the temple rather than via a communicator. The gentle pressure, the light swell of emotion that comes with stepping foot back into one of the temples catches her off guard for a moment, leaving a dull ache in her chest - the hollow pain of missing someone, the emptiness that's in her mind because Hadriel is a universe away from home. She'll see Faith again, that's most likely, but if these Null get their way-
She can't let that happen. )
You here?
( Where does a glowcloud spend their spare time, anyway? )
[It's no secret that Nick doesn't exactly trust the gods, especially not after all that's happened.
The last couple of months have been particularly tough on the old synth. There were the ghosts, one of whom appeared as Rey's mother; she asked Nick to kill her in order to save her family, his family. He's not a cold-blooded killer, but he did what he had to do. The blood staining the riverbank reminded him too much of Jenny -- it had all been too close to home.
Then they were put through the wringer with that fake life, in which Rey really was his family: he was married to her mother, living a peaceful life in a small town. It had been about as idyllic as some of those pre-war memories of his he has copied into his hardware, the kind of life he'd never have. As the illusion had faded, he felt his mechanical heart crack from the remorse. That wife he'd had? Dead by his hands, her corpse buried by the water. Hell, it hadn't even been the real Undine, but for as much as that ghost had loved Rey, she might as well have been. She was about as much the real Undine as he was the real Nick Valentine.
Nick's patrols have gotten longer, his head more cluttered. To top it all off, the Null are back on the network, and this time, they're throwing out more than just feelers for who they can turn to their side. Nick can't trust the gods, but he can't trust them, either, especially not with the way they've been talking. So long as the gods die and they get the Door, they don't care who gets hurt.
They believe machines shouldn't feel, shouldn't be as close to human as he is. He might be more machine than man, but he refuses to turn his back on the people who want to stay in Hadriel, those who would be living under these Null. If they can't feel fear, there's no doubt in his mind they don't feel generosity or benevolence, either. They might be able to send folks home with the Door if they got a hold of it, sure... but if they could do that, who was to say they wouldn't send themselves through it, too?
Maybe they would just exist, as they said to one of the curious folks on their transmission, or maybe they'd turn their sights to the next thing they deemed unnatural. Nick doesn't know, but he's not about to hedge his bets on replacing one problem with another. What he wants is answers. Most of the gods are evasive, at best, so shortly after the transmission goes live, he heads to the temple of the most practical of the bunch. There's always the chance the Null could be watching elsewhere on the network; he'd rather do this in person.
Though he doesn't immediately see Sorrow in his temple, Nick doesn't hesitate to let him know why he's here. He speaks up, the quiet discontent in his voice used to fight back the regret he feels stirring in his clockwork gut.]
Hey. I'm sure someone's told you by now, but you've got a bunch of machines on the network again. And this time, they're promising weapons for anyone who wants to try and kill Hope.
The last couple of months have been particularly tough on the old synth. There were the ghosts, one of whom appeared as Rey's mother; she asked Nick to kill her in order to save her family, his family. He's not a cold-blooded killer, but he did what he had to do. The blood staining the riverbank reminded him too much of Jenny -- it had all been too close to home.
Then they were put through the wringer with that fake life, in which Rey really was his family: he was married to her mother, living a peaceful life in a small town. It had been about as idyllic as some of those pre-war memories of his he has copied into his hardware, the kind of life he'd never have. As the illusion had faded, he felt his mechanical heart crack from the remorse. That wife he'd had? Dead by his hands, her corpse buried by the water. Hell, it hadn't even been the real Undine, but for as much as that ghost had loved Rey, she might as well have been. She was about as much the real Undine as he was the real Nick Valentine.
Nick's patrols have gotten longer, his head more cluttered. To top it all off, the Null are back on the network, and this time, they're throwing out more than just feelers for who they can turn to their side. Nick can't trust the gods, but he can't trust them, either, especially not with the way they've been talking. So long as the gods die and they get the Door, they don't care who gets hurt.
They believe machines shouldn't feel, shouldn't be as close to human as he is. He might be more machine than man, but he refuses to turn his back on the people who want to stay in Hadriel, those who would be living under these Null. If they can't feel fear, there's no doubt in his mind they don't feel generosity or benevolence, either. They might be able to send folks home with the Door if they got a hold of it, sure... but if they could do that, who was to say they wouldn't send themselves through it, too?
Maybe they would just exist, as they said to one of the curious folks on their transmission, or maybe they'd turn their sights to the next thing they deemed unnatural. Nick doesn't know, but he's not about to hedge his bets on replacing one problem with another. What he wants is answers. Most of the gods are evasive, at best, so shortly after the transmission goes live, he heads to the temple of the most practical of the bunch. There's always the chance the Null could be watching elsewhere on the network; he'd rather do this in person.
Though he doesn't immediately see Sorrow in his temple, Nick doesn't hesitate to let him know why he's here. He speaks up, the quiet discontent in his voice used to fight back the regret he feels stirring in his clockwork gut.]
Hey. I'm sure someone's told you by now, but you've got a bunch of machines on the network again. And this time, they're promising weapons for anyone who wants to try and kill Hope.
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[Some time after her conversation with the Null went SO WELL:]
were you serious on what you said before?
about better weapons?
were you serious on what you said before?
about better weapons?
[Ikaruga has had some time to mull over her conversation with Hope, and now she's going to Sorrow to address other questions.]
Sorrow. I am sure someone has made you aware of the Null's offer by now. I am not under the delusion that you will tell me where the Door can be found, but I was hoping you might tell me other things about it.
[Things that could potentially impact the decisions people make in the days to come.]
First of all...is it possible to send people to universes other than their own?
Sorrow. I am sure someone has made you aware of the Null's offer by now. I am not under the delusion that you will tell me where the Door can be found, but I was hoping you might tell me other things about it.
[Things that could potentially impact the decisions people make in the days to come.]
First of all...is it possible to send people to universes other than their own?
[ Sometime during all the fuckery of the event when Rose can't sleep, she'll enter Sorrow's temple and leave a jar of potpourri next to Faith's candle that she keeps lit. A note is attached to it that reads: ]
Hope you get the energy you need from all this.
Finally managed to figure out how to put together potpourri from the flowers you gave me.
Thanks again,
Rosie
(P.S. Can you even smell it? I probably should've thought of that first I guess. If not, it's cool. Hopefully the thought counts.)
Hope you get the energy you need from all this.
Finally managed to figure out how to put together potpourri from the flowers you gave me.
Thanks again,
Rosie
(P.S. Can you even smell it? I probably should've thought of that first I guess. If not, it's cool. Hopefully the thought counts.)
Bianca hasn't visited Sorrow's temple before, but he strikes her as probably the least unintelligent of the gods.
So after the Null's most recent post to the network, she takes a circuitous route to his temple, making some effort not to be observed, and knocks on the altar as though it were a door.
"Sorrow? Are you at home?"
So after the Null's most recent post to the network, she takes a circuitous route to his temple, making some effort not to be observed, and knocks on the altar as though it were a door.
"Sorrow? Are you at home?"
[this is the first time Law's ever approached any of them in person, so he comes to Sorrow's temple late, during the cold night, after he's done watching the network to see what everyone else is getting answers for. He's been wishing to talk to Sorrow the whole time, and now there's incentive.]
Don't mind my intrusion. I figured no one else would be to see you at this time of night.
Don't mind my intrusion. I figured no one else would be to see you at this time of night.
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