I know you don't want to hear anything from me post your meltdown the other day.
I spoke with McGucket in-person regarding a few details related to what you and Elias have been up to.
I will open my shop to you as a neutral ground for a discussion if you have no reservations about it. Call it curiosity and wanting to hear two sides of a story.
[ it CAN be a death trap as usual but not lately ]
Purely for the purpose of speaking. I've been too compromised myself to be underhanded and it isn't a place for worship for the Fog either. I wouldn't have customers if I did that.
[Marco's already on his way when he sends that message. Perks of having constant access to RSDOS.
He goes on foot, so it still takes him a good half hour or more to arrive at Ebony Threads. When he does, he stops by the door, but not because of the sign. He's examining the doorframe, poking it here and there.
Honestly, he's afraid. Both of stepping into some trap designed to suck away whatever's left of his soul, and of the mere idea that the Marco who took a step back and said "God, what am I thinking, why would I believe his wares were Literally Evil" was right all along.]
[ Rohan laughs as he sets his computer elsewhere and goes about setting up for "company" again. Not having the Snakebutt to drag around, he's able to do things a little faster.
He does the same thing he did the other day for McGucket: Gray and white gradient tablecloth over the front desk, a cute little lantern glowing bright with blue fire from his fingers.
He's got a smidge of wine off to the left (better than the swill the naga was drinking, ugh).
And he waits. He waits until he hears footsteps. His wings quiver and he steeples his claws.
[His hand twitches, just inches away from the door handle.]
Right. Right, I... Right. [Marco takes a deep breath and just... steps inside. If something happens to him, he probably had it coming anyway.
His eyes dart around the decor first. It's not... making him feel any different. In, like, an evil way. He has this vague feeling of dread, sure, but that's been there for a while now. Then, when he finally looks at Rohan... His mouth opens. Then it closes again. Then he wrings his hands. It's kind of freaky how every other person he has some kind of beef with has turned into a demon these days.]
Rohan. [That's not a greeting.] Hhh... here I am. [Neither is that, but okay.
Also never mind the fact that he looks like an angel at the moment.]
My, my. [ He click-click-clicks his claws on one another. ]
Change of pace too, huh? [ This is actually Pretty Awkward.
Yeah, he wasn't expecting the Angel-Demon thing to be going on here. Rohan's gone from forty-feet long to seven-feet tall hidden behind the desk and while he might be taller, Marco's gotten a little more buff.
No, I was just curious. Jeeze. You'll never get that stick out of your ass, will you? [ Huff. ]
Anyway, I had McGucket over here the other day. I wanted to know if he knew anything about that business with Elias that you pulled that made that storm.
Found out you were being kind of sketchy. You sound a little more stable now, so I wanted to see if you could shed some light on all of it? Hearing from a third party who is pretty pissed at you right now only does me so much good.
[More stable, huh. A particularly tired part of Marco notes to itself that that probably just means he's doing a better job of faking it today. Good. Sort of.]
You really want both sides, huh...? [He's not sure if he understands why. While this is something he'll only think about later, the truth that he's spent so long demonizing (ha) Rohan that something like this just doesn't fit into his preconceived ideas about him.
Marco takes his seat in front of Rohan, passively noting that the man is still taller than him. God.]
I don't know what he told you. I don't really know... what else I can tell you, either. I wrote the code for the machine Elias used, that's true. He asked for my cooperation. And maybe I was... [He twiddles his thumbs.] ... A-A little careless, yes. That's my bad. It's probably my fault everything's gone so wrong. The people we brought over aren't supposed to be going berserk.
[ His eyes hop here and there. The thumb-twiddling is definitely a tic he notices. ]
So why didn't you tell McGucket the whole story? He was pretty burned. Poor thing almost barfed all over my desk he was so distraught. [ and i almost barfed on his face ]
I don't have the money to get the carpet replaced again.
I did! I did tell him. [He did, right? Sure, it's a bit hard to... get things together sometimes. But he's almost certain he didn't forget to tell Fiddleford anything.] It's just... I suppose one of them attacked him, so...
[He brings his head to his hands, huffing.] I'll replace the carpet.
[Those sure are the words of someone who's still kind of used to having money for everything and is not currently thinking about how Fiddleford is his boss and he might just be fired.]
And I DO have the money to replace it. Regardless, though... [ Beat. ] I won't ever know the whole story. I don't need to either. I will, however, raise a point that you might not want to hear.
Elias isn't doing any of this for you. He isn't doing it for anybody. He's a child who wants to take all of the toys for himself. He just has people to help him do it.
No. It's an observation of my own. The conduit standoff? The storm just a little bit ago? I don't know if he had anything to do with that poison people were getting injected with but my views on him aside, it's not a look that one may favor.
Anyone on the outside looking in might be able to draw that conclusion. The Fog God has natural power and She does not require droves of people to make a point.
Remember: I said that I am being neutral. I'm not going to swing this.
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Why should I believe you? [He sits up straight again. He may or may not be doing thus purely so he can wring his hands uncomfortably.] What interest do you have in being "neutral"? You're one of her favourites, aren't you?
[ He DOES have an ulterior motive. That cannot be denied but he deflects it. ]
Honest to Fog, Marco. Can't we talk like normal people?
You want to know why I'm doing this? Maybe because I feel that there is a certain amount of unrest present and would like to know why. You didn't make a good case for yourself on the network.
What was all of that freedom shit you were feeding me?
[Marco shudders. Maybe they can't talk like normal people because Rohan says things like "honest to Fog", has he ever considered that? He gesticulates uncomfortably.]
See, that-- That is what I mean, you don't even know what I'm talking about because you're too...
[... If this is supposed to be a civil conversation, perhaps he's better off not using phrases like "too far gone".]
R... Rohan. Like I told you, I don't know what kind of person you really are. I only know the you from here. But I picked up enough from... other people to understand that there was probably good in you, and if you go too far that will all be gone! If you are a good person, then... [He hesitates, already feeling like he has made several mistakes in the past five seconds.] ... then I would hope you can be freed from the Fog God's spell.
There is no spell to free me from. [ He gestures vaguely in Marco's direction first. ] All of what I did was a conscious decision. No one tried to sway me or force my hand.
[ The demon's chest swells with an inhale, exhaling a string of smoke from past his lips as he looks up at the ceiling and then over his shoulder. He now makes a motion toward the painting of the roof-hopping purple-gold gargoyle over the desk behind him. ]
Remember Jotaro? I did it for him. I made the decision because I wanted to keep somebody safe. Moreover... [ He dips behind the desk and pulls up a book. He flips on through it, landing on a page he knew to pick out. The drawing on the page when he flips it around is a silly little group picture drawn to resemble a photograph. Rohan, Jotaro, Josuke, Anna, Lorna, and even Karamatsu all smooshed together into a "family portrait" of sorts. Just as much love has been put into a pen drawing as the paintings. ]
Them. I had people to protect. I have people to protect. As far as I know, I will always have somebody to keep safe here. Even when some of them are gone. [ He sets the book flat on the table with the picture facing up. ] I have been able to do that with Her help. Some of them will not know any harm because of my doing.
[ His eyes close for a moment. ]
So, Marco... What kind of person do you think I was, as opposed to how you see me now?
[He looks at the painting to find a face he vaguely recalls. Jotaro... Marco remembers welcoming him to Ryslig, but they never spoke much beyond that. He didn't seem very talkative, anyhow.
Before he can say anything, Rohan is already drawing his attention to the book. More familiar faces. Faces that, if this is to be believed, Rohan cares for very much.
Marco wants to believe. His natural inclination is to believe. But a familiar voice nearby, the one that doesn't really belong to the Fourth God but insists on pretending it does, warns him against it. "He's deceiving you," it says. "Don't fall for it."
It's distracting enough that, if you were to judge the first thing Marco says, you might think he wasn't listening at all.]
Your art is good. Very, very good art.
[He takes a deep breath, shuts his eyes hard and blinks.]
I guess you haven't really changed, then, not at your core. You care about people just the same.
[ He frowns. Hard. Certainly, the comment about his art is GREAT but it pales next to the utterly dismissive response to his explanation. He tried being level but some things pluck at him harder than he should.
Like shit he cares about.
He sets his hands on the desk. He stands... ]
Thank you. My art is good. [ He leans forward a bit, sparking up the glow in his eyes that does NOT do what it normally does in the vein of Trigger Vision but it's rather soothing. ]
I'm so glad you noticed.
I could draw something for you, Marco. Would you like something all your own?
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I know you don't want to hear anything from me post your meltdown the other day.
I spoke with McGucket in-person regarding a few details related to what you and Elias have been up to.
I will open my shop to you as a neutral ground for a discussion if you have no reservations about it. Call it curiosity and wanting to hear two sides of a story.
Let me know.
-- Rohan Kishibe
<marco>
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your shop?
Is it safe?
[He's swiftly approaching the point where he doesn't care all that much about his own personal safety, but he might as well ask.]
< snakepunhere > what the fuck that face is so cute
[ it CAN be a death trap as usual but not lately ]
Purely for the purpose of speaking. I've been too compromised myself to be underhanded and it isn't a place for worship for the Fog either. I wouldn't have customers if I did that.
<marco> bless ink's art
I think I apologized to you once,
didn't I?
For accusing your goods.
Of things.
I can go right now.
< snakepunhere > he's so good god bless
I could always hear it again~
Anyway, my door will be open. The sign will say 'Closed' but you may come in. I will light some candles and the like.
action time
be there soon.
[Marco's already on his way when he sends that message. Perks of having constant access to RSDOS.
He goes on foot, so it still takes him a good half hour or more to arrive at Ebony Threads. When he does, he stops by the door, but not because of the sign. He's examining the doorframe, poking it here and there.
Honestly, he's afraid. Both of stepping into some trap designed to suck away whatever's left of his soul, and of the mere idea that the Marco who took a step back and said "God, what am I thinking, why would I believe his wares were Literally Evil" was right all along.]
this will go well
He does the same thing he did the other day for McGucket: Gray and white gradient tablecloth over the front desk, a cute little lantern glowing bright with blue fire from his fingers.
He's got a smidge of wine off to the left (better than the swill the naga was drinking, ugh).
And he waits. He waits until he hears footsteps. His wings quiver and he steeples his claws.
... He knows Marco's out there.
So he calls... ]
I said it's open...
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Right. Right, I... Right. [Marco takes a deep breath and just... steps inside. If something happens to him, he probably had it coming anyway.
His eyes dart around the decor first. It's not... making him feel any different. In, like, an evil way. He has this vague feeling of dread, sure, but that's been there for a while now. Then, when he finally looks at Rohan... His mouth opens. Then it closes again. Then he wrings his hands. It's kind of freaky how every other person he has some kind of beef with has turned into a demon these days.]
Rohan. [That's not a greeting.] Hhh... here I am. [Neither is that, but okay.
Also never mind the fact that he looks like an angel at the moment.]
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Change of pace too, huh? [ This is actually Pretty Awkward.
Yeah, he wasn't expecting the Angel-Demon thing to be going on here. Rohan's gone from forty-feet long to seven-feet tall hidden behind the desk and while he might be taller, Marco's gotten a little more buff.
Not that it bothers him. It's just jarring. ]
What prompted this?
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I asked Mana for help. A-- Anyway. That's not what we're here to discuss, is it?
[He doesn't want to talk about it, okay.]
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No, I was just curious. Jeeze. You'll never get that stick out of your ass, will you? [ Huff. ]
Anyway, I had McGucket over here the other day. I wanted to know if he knew anything about that business with Elias that you pulled that made that storm.
Found out you were being kind of sketchy. You sound a little more stable now, so I wanted to see if you could shed some light on all of it? Hearing from a third party who is pretty pissed at you right now only does me so much good.
To be frank.
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You really want both sides, huh...? [He's not sure if he understands why. While this is something he'll only think about later, the truth that he's spent so long demonizing (ha) Rohan that something like this just doesn't fit into his preconceived ideas about him.
Marco takes his seat in front of Rohan, passively noting that the man is still taller than him. God.]
I don't know what he told you. I don't really know... what else I can tell you, either. I wrote the code for the machine Elias used, that's true. He asked for my cooperation. And maybe I was... [He twiddles his thumbs.] ... A-A little careless, yes. That's my bad. It's probably my fault everything's gone so wrong. The people we brought over aren't supposed to be going berserk.
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So why didn't you tell McGucket the whole story? He was pretty burned. Poor thing almost barfed all over my desk he was so distraught. [ and i almost barfed on his face ]
I don't have the money to get the carpet replaced again.
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[He brings his head to his hands, huffing.] I'll replace the carpet.
[Those sure are the words of someone who's still kind of used to having money for everything and is not currently thinking about how Fiddleford is his boss and he might just be fired.]
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And I DO have the money to replace it. Regardless, though... [ Beat. ] I won't ever know the whole story. I don't need to either. I will, however, raise a point that you might not want to hear.
Elias isn't doing any of this for you. He isn't doing it for anybody. He's a child who wants to take all of the toys for himself. He just has people to help him do it.
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Is that what the Fog God tells you?
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No. It's an observation of my own. The conduit standoff? The storm just a little bit ago? I don't know if he had anything to do with that poison people were getting injected with but my views on him aside, it's not a look that one may favor.
Anyone on the outside looking in might be able to draw that conclusion. The Fog God has natural power and She does not require droves of people to make a point.
Remember: I said that I am being neutral. I'm not going to swing this.
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[... But that's not his real question, is it?]
Why are you doing this?
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Honest to Fog, Marco. Can't we talk like normal people?
You want to know why I'm doing this? Maybe because I feel that there is a certain amount of unrest present and would like to know why. You didn't make a good case for yourself on the network.
What was all of that freedom shit you were feeding me?
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See, that-- That is what I mean, you don't even know what I'm talking about because you're too...
[... If this is supposed to be a civil conversation, perhaps he's better off not using phrases like "too far gone".]
R... Rohan. Like I told you, I don't know what kind of person you really are. I only know the you from here. But I picked up enough from... other people to understand that there was probably good in you, and if you go too far that will all be gone! If you are a good person, then... [He hesitates, already feeling like he has made several mistakes in the past five seconds.] ... then I would hope you can be freed from the Fog God's spell.
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it's better than fog dammit
that one happens ]
There is no spell to free me from. [ He gestures vaguely in Marco's direction first. ] All of what I did was a conscious decision. No one tried to sway me or force my hand.
Do you want to know why I chose Her?
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... And yet.]
Yes. Yes, actually.
i hate this i hate it so much
Remember Jotaro? I did it for him. I made the decision because I wanted to keep somebody safe. Moreover... [ He dips behind the desk and pulls up a book. He flips on through it, landing on a page he knew to pick out. The drawing on the page when he flips it around is a silly little group picture drawn to resemble a photograph. Rohan, Jotaro, Josuke, Anna, Lorna, and even Karamatsu all smooshed together into a "family portrait" of sorts. Just as much love has been put into a pen drawing as the paintings. ]
Them. I had people to protect. I have people to protect. As far as I know, I will always have somebody to keep safe here. Even when some of them are gone. [ He sets the book flat on the table with the picture facing up. ] I have been able to do that with Her help. Some of them will not know any harm because of my doing.
[ His eyes close for a moment. ]
So, Marco... What kind of person do you think I was, as opposed to how you see me now?
i can't believe this is happening
Before he can say anything, Rohan is already drawing his attention to the book. More familiar faces. Faces that, if this is to be believed, Rohan cares for very much.
Marco wants to believe. His natural inclination is to believe. But a familiar voice nearby, the one that doesn't really belong to the Fourth God but insists on pretending it does, warns him against it. "He's deceiving you," it says. "Don't fall for it."
It's distracting enough that, if you were to judge the first thing Marco says, you might think he wasn't listening at all.]
Your art is good. Very, very good art.
[He takes a deep breath, shuts his eyes hard and blinks.]
I guess you haven't really changed, then, not at your core. You care about people just the same.
i cant either but here we are
You didn't understand a word I said, did you?
[ He frowns. Hard. Certainly, the comment about his art is GREAT but it pales next to the utterly dismissive response to his explanation. He tried being level but some things pluck at him harder than he should.
Like shit he cares about.
He sets his hands on the desk. He stands... ]
Thank you. My art is good. [ He leans forward a bit, sparking up the glow in his eyes that does NOT do what it normally does in the vein of Trigger Vision but it's rather soothing. ]
I'm so glad you noticed.
I could draw something for you, Marco. Would you like something all your own?
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idk why listening to the book of mormon again made me wanna do tags but im here
excellent
I NEEDED TO THINK ABOUT HOW TO REPLY FOR A FEW DAYS
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rohan kishibe voice gross
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i never thought i would write a Sad Rohan Tag
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