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?
[He was listening, about as well as he could. He was doing his best to remain civil. Maybe that was a mistake. Maybe being here is a mistake. When Rohan stands, Marco tenses up, his hands balling into fists--
And then he meets his eyes and an initial jolt of fear fades away into nothingness. The voice from before grows distant.]
... Huh? [He's not sure he understands the question - where it came from, why now - but...
[ Rohan bats his eyelashes, creeping his hand across the table to drag the book with him.
He'll draw him a thing. For sure. ]
Another few minutes of your time. You know how charitable I am, don't you?
What is your favorite thing in the world? [ His voice falls into a sweet, slow lull. A simple request that he asks with deceptive curiosity. It has the same feel of his eyes, hypnotic and pretty. ] Something you can't live without?
[That one voice says something again, but it's all the way over there, and Rohan is here, his eyes pulling Marco in. His voice is just as enchanting...
But the answer doesn't come to Marco right away. He needs a moment to think, mouth slightly agape. The moment seems to stretch on and on, until he finally says, quiet and melancholic:]
Family.
idk why listening to the book of mormon again made me wanna do tags but im here
[ Rohan pretends to care about whatever he is drawing. It may or may not matter what he sees. ]
That's sweet. It's almost like I just told you what I cared about but this time I listened. [ What a dig. Hopefully it goes over Marco's head...
Once he is finished (or feels like it), Rohan pulls his book up with one hand and turns it around. Rohan drew a fat little bird that is as ugly as sin. It might be a baby flamingo. It's a litmus test to see if Marco sees anything different now that he has a focus on something else psychologically. ]
Granted, there's only one actual sign - namely the fact that Marco appears to be on the verge of tears - but it's a pretty good one.]
That's... so sweet of you... [He inhales sharply.] I'm sorry. I can tell you're sincere now. [A squint -] I don't-- I don't know if monster genetics would mix that way, exactly, even if one of us could get pregnant, but it's still very cute. Very, very cute.
I NEEDED TO THINK ABOUT HOW TO REPLY FOR A FEW DAYS
Wait a second-- [ Confused and disturbed by Marco's response to what he is seeing, Rohan turns the book around. This breaks the illusion and he's staring at his baby flamingo on the page. Unless Marco and Fiddleford's genes will look anything like THAT when put together, this is BOTHERSOME. ]
... You're not telling me you just saw your freakish squid-snake child.
[Marco is just as confused until he looks at the book again, then turns his head to make sure he isn't just seeing things wrong.] What the-- What's that? What did you d-d--
[Sure, that's a thing he could ask. "What did you draw, because that's not the strangely endearing multi-tailed snake I was just looking at." But in the heat of the moment, a more pressing question comes to mind - abruptly, he stands up, pointing an accusing finger at Rohan.]
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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
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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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[He was listening, about as well as he could. He was doing his best to remain civil. Maybe that was a mistake. Maybe being here is a mistake. When Rohan stands, Marco tenses up, his hands balling into fists--
And then he meets his eyes and an initial jolt of fear fades away into nothingness. The voice from before grows distant.]
... Huh? [He's not sure he understands the question - where it came from, why now - but...
He can't quite find a reason to worry about it.]
Sssure. How much?
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He'll draw him a thing. For sure. ]
Another few minutes of your time. You know how charitable I am, don't you?
What is your favorite thing in the world? [ His voice falls into a sweet, slow lull. A simple request that he asks with deceptive curiosity. It has the same feel of his eyes, hypnotic and pretty. ] Something you can't live without?
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But the answer doesn't come to Marco right away. He needs a moment to think, mouth slightly agape. The moment seems to stretch on and on, until he finally says, quiet and melancholic:]
Family.
idk why listening to the book of mormon again made me wanna do tags but im here
That's sweet. It's almost like I just told you what I cared about but this time I listened. [ What a dig. Hopefully it goes over Marco's head...
Once he is finished (or feels like it), Rohan pulls his book up with one hand and turns it around. Rohan drew a fat little bird that is as ugly as sin. It might be a baby flamingo. It's a litmus test to see if Marco sees anything different now that he has a focus on something else psychologically. ]
Like it?
excellent
Granted, there's only one actual sign - namely the fact that Marco appears to be on the verge of tears - but it's a pretty good one.]
That's... so sweet of you... [He inhales sharply.] I'm sorry. I can tell you're sincere now. [A squint -] I don't-- I don't know if monster genetics would mix that way, exactly, even if one of us could get pregnant, but it's still very cute. Very, very cute.
I NEEDED TO THINK ABOUT HOW TO REPLY FOR A FEW DAYS
Wait a second-- [ Confused and disturbed by Marco's response to what he is seeing, Rohan turns the book around. This breaks the illusion and he's staring at his baby flamingo on the page. Unless Marco and Fiddleford's genes will look anything like THAT when put together, this is BOTHERSOME. ]
... You're not telling me you just saw your freakish squid-snake child.
You DIDN'T...
Oh... NO...
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[Marco is just as confused until he looks at the book again, then turns his head to make sure he isn't just seeing things wrong.] What the-- What's that? What did you d-d--
[Sure, that's a thing he could ask. "What did you draw, because that's not the strangely endearing multi-tailed snake I was just looking at." But in the heat of the moment, a more pressing question comes to mind - abruptly, he stands up, pointing an accusing finger at Rohan.]
What did you do to me?!
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[ HE WILL NEVER KNOW PEACE NOW. ]
Er-- Helping you with the-- Errors you've made! [ WHO HAS MADE MORE MISTAKES HERE. He pulls his lips back and hisses at the finger. ]
Get that out of my face.
[ please get it out of his face he's Nervous, Angel Boy. ]
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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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