Who: Mephisto and You! What: Various Top Levels for this + next month When: March-April Where: The Grove Warnings: Will come up where applicable, but body horror, violence, and missing limbs are likely.
[ The silence is telling. Mephisto is a bit... numb to the idea, personally. Numb to a lot of things. He didn't really think when he went spouting stuff he'd found out to Till, but...
He feels...??? Something. There's still feelings in his cold, dead heart. ]
The architecture ones, right? Unfortunately, I spoke with Heimr, and he mentioned that building by the shore would not help us. He is afraid of the ocean, but it wouldn't serve as a deterrent to get to us.
But that doesn't mean it won't come in handy. He also mentioned building the bunker and the wall for... nothing on my end. So, the possibilities are endless for buildings.
He suggested a house, though. Which... would be nice.
[Listen, it's fine! It's fine. He'll be fine. He doesn't need therapy, don't look at him. His relationship with death is just very...complicated. It's basically what his entire life has been built towards, his skills crafted to the one moment he will sing for his life.
How poignant, considering who he's talking to.
Till nods, his shoulders relaxing a little with relief that Mephisto does not call him out on changing the subject to suddenly.]
A house...
[Like, your own...entire house? To live in?? You can just DO that?]
I could probably design something like that...though it might look a little different than the houses here unless I work at it.
[ Mephisto hums, leaning back and staring at the ceiling of the bathhouse. ]
That's fine. There's no rush. I mean, unless you're really hoping for a house this soon. Just be sure we have separate rooms, and a nice kitchen. [ Mephisto, immediately assuming that this was for Till, too. ]
[...wait, what is he suggesting here? That...they have a house? Like, for just them? That's...
...
He isn't sure how to feel about the idea. On one hand, he's only just now been introduced to the thought that he can have something like that. A whole house. It's unheard of. He barely feels like the inn room he's been holed up in is "his". And yet...
Would he say he trusts Mephisto? He doesn't know. He doesn't think so. But he knows well that Mephisto isn't trying to be something he isn't. He isn't...hiding anything, like everything he is and will be is already out there for Till to make judgement calls about, and that is weirdly refreshing. It makes him feel less like he's in constant danger, weirdly enough. He's unpredictable, sure, but only in the sense that his moods change so quickly...Till is used to that, too.
To think, this kid is...probably the one person here he's the most comfortable being around. It's fucking weird that it's come to that.
Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he rubs the branded side of his neck thoughtlessly through his scarf and looks away.]
...we'll see. There's no rush, like you said. And a house is like...a lot of planning, and shit...
Of course. I didn't expect that to get done overnight. But it's good to plan for these sorts of things in advance. But, I mean, if you haven't picked up on that much by now, I'd ask if your eyes and ears don't work.
[Till looks over at Mephisto out of the corner of his eye, watching him as he re-affixes his prosthetics. It brings Till to realize that Mephisto is the first person he's ever known with them, even though it's undoubtable that they'd be easy to come by back on his planet.]
Alright. And if...there's anything else you'd like to see, I'll try to see what I can come up with.
You shouldn't be taking too many ideas from me, dummy. You should do what you want to do, in the end. I'm just giving you means of putting that to use here. People won't cast you aside if you're useful, after all.
[ He slides his socks up so it covers the prosthetics and Originium. He stands, and it's sort of a whole process. He has to get onto his hands and knees first, pick one leg up, and set his foot on the floor, then ride with either the help of his crutch or with his body strength alone. He's not exactly all that strong, though. He can use his crutch like a mallet, but... ]
I'll keep you updated, though. And once I get things in order, I'll collect you for beach trip.
[Well what if he doesn't know what he wants to do? He's literally never had this much freedom of choice (or ANY freedom), so it's a little daunting to just...be given such free reign.
Regardless, he watches as Mephisto struggles to stand, fighting with whether or not he should get up and help him. On one hand, he doesn't like seeing him struggle...but on the other, he knows his tendencies well enough to assume that Mephisto would not appreciate unprompted aid, because then it would make it seem like he's taking pity on him in some way.
In the end, he decides the better play is to just stay put where he is, giving a noncommital sound in the back of his throat.]
I'm just having a hard time coming up with anything. I dunno.
[He shakes his head, the water rippling around his ankles.]
... [ Man, has this guy been on a leash so long he forgot to function without it? Mephisto's a bit conflicted - he obviously knows Till and him were in similar situations and such. But also, the temptation to twist and use someone you don't care about is certainly there...
Hm.
Mephisto shakes his head. ] Don't worry about it. Just make sure you're all collected when I come get you.
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He feels...??? Something. There's still feelings in his cold, dead heart. ]
The architecture ones, right? Unfortunately, I spoke with Heimr, and he mentioned that building by the shore would not help us. He is afraid of the ocean, but it wouldn't serve as a deterrent to get to us.
But that doesn't mean it won't come in handy. He also mentioned building the bunker and the wall for... nothing on my end. So, the possibilities are endless for buildings.
He suggested a house, though. Which... would be nice.
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How poignant, considering who he's talking to.
Till nods, his shoulders relaxing a little with relief that Mephisto does not call him out on changing the subject to suddenly.]
A house...
[Like, your own...entire house? To live in?? You can just DO that?]
I could probably design something like that...though it might look a little different than the houses here unless I work at it.
[Cause uh
Alien architecture is fucking weird]
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That's fine. There's no rush. I mean, unless you're really hoping for a house this soon. Just be sure we have separate rooms, and a nice kitchen. [ Mephisto, immediately assuming that this was for Till, too. ]
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...wh. Huh?
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...
He isn't sure how to feel about the idea. On one hand, he's only just now been introduced to the thought that he can have something like that. A whole house. It's unheard of. He barely feels like the inn room he's been holed up in is "his". And yet...
Would he say he trusts Mephisto? He doesn't know. He doesn't think so. But he knows well that Mephisto isn't trying to be something he isn't. He isn't...hiding anything, like everything he is and will be is already out there for Till to make judgement calls about, and that is weirdly refreshing. It makes him feel less like he's in constant danger, weirdly enough. He's unpredictable, sure, but only in the sense that his moods change so quickly...Till is used to that, too.
To think, this kid is...probably the one person here he's the most comfortable being around. It's fucking weird that it's come to that.
Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he rubs the branded side of his neck thoughtlessly through his scarf and looks away.]
...we'll see. There's no rush, like you said. And a house is like...a lot of planning, and shit...
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[Just a whole house!! It's fine Till will ruminate more on that...later. He's still reeling about the concept as it is.]
I can show you some of the sketches I've been working on either way, or whatever. If you want. I don't got them here, but. You know, later.
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[ Mephisto pulls his legs from the water and reaches for his prosthetics so he can start putting them on. ]
But, da, I'd like to see.
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Alright. And if...there's anything else you'd like to see, I'll try to see what I can come up with.
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[ He slides his socks up so it covers the prosthetics and Originium. He stands, and it's sort of a whole process. He has to get onto his hands and knees first, pick one leg up, and set his foot on the floor, then ride with either the help of his crutch or with his body strength alone. He's not exactly all that strong, though. He can use his crutch like a mallet, but... ]
I'll keep you updated, though. And once I get things in order, I'll collect you for beach trip.
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Regardless, he watches as Mephisto struggles to stand, fighting with whether or not he should get up and help him. On one hand, he doesn't like seeing him struggle...but on the other, he knows his tendencies well enough to assume that Mephisto would not appreciate unprompted aid, because then it would make it seem like he's taking pity on him in some way.
In the end, he decides the better play is to just stay put where he is, giving a noncommital sound in the back of his throat.]
I'm just having a hard time coming up with anything. I dunno.
[He shakes his head, the water rippling around his ankles.]
I'll keep working on it until then.
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Hm.
Mephisto shakes his head. ] Don't worry about it. Just make sure you're all collected when I come get you.
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Mm..yeah. I will.
[He thinks...he might stay here for a little while longer. The warm water is nice, he's realizing.]