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come_sailaway2022-07-13 10:23 pm
light_mischief) wrote in come_sailaway2022-07-13 10:23 pm
[open] the rain didn't come for one calendar year
Who: Skulduggery Pleasant and YOU!
What: Some rain-related shenanigans, also some specialty prompts for fellow flying enthusiasts!
When: July 9th thru the end of the month (I guess)
Where: Out and about, the chatterbox, and also way out there on the ocean
Warnings: There may be references to or overt descriptions of visual or auditory hallucinations. Eldritch madness is also a thing! Other than that, TBD
Notes: If you have a preference for 1b, let me know, otherwise I'll roll a die. Also for 1b, I'm not your mom, if you want to say your character can reach Skulduggery then come on up!!!
(I'll match tagging style!)
[private: Darcy + Dimitri] when the man with the seed catalogs darkened our door
[Why torture us? What does he gain from all of the fighting? Skulduggery has been turning over the question Palamedes posed to him for the entire day, trying to form a hypothesis with unreliable information. Pacing helps him lay some groundwork: he knows that their resistance is part of the Captain's plot. He knows that their infighting provides some valuable information. The reason for it all feels right there, on the tip of his metaphorical tongue, but no amount of restless moving seems to be doing the trick.
He wishes he had his old skull, still. It would be nice to have a like mind to talk to. But then he realizes he does have Darcy to reach out to. She has a strong, independent mind, thankfully one less distracted than his. Not only that, but she'd also had to deal with auditory mis-fires, too. She's more keenly suited to listening to his newest theory than anyone else.
That's what's led him to knock on Darcy's door right now, deciding it would be quicker than texting. The only problem is, he has no idea how late it is...]
1a. [rainy; out on deck] we sent him away, sent him away
[There's no better way to practice magic than to have tangible consequences for your mistakes. Skulduggery learned that recently (depending on your definition of recent), and it's worked out greatly in his favor. There are a few hours during the rain in which Skulduggery wanders from the promenade to the athletic deck and back again; it's less restless pacing than usual and more aimless wandering. The key thing of note is that he isn't carrying an umbrella, nor does he seem inclined to worry about the rain. He is, in fact, completely dry, thanks to capturing a thin sheet of air with his magic.
He makes no effort to tell anyone he's got this power, nor does he immediately offer it to people passing by. The only people that might get a helpful skeleton approach would be those stuck inside promenade shops, unwilling to risk the run from awning to awning back to the safety of the interior. Otherwise, Skulduggery will occasionally wind up side-by-side with somebody, commenting idly on their decision to be out in the rain. It's usually something along the lines of,] Brave of you to enjoy the weather like this.
1b. [rainy; atop the world] i know you're waiting for the ironic ending
[The problem is, Skulduggery also misses rain. He hadn't realized how badly he had until that run-in with Darcy, and then he'd been too anxious to just go out and risk someone talking to him while he's under the water's influence. But there's a solution for every problem, and Skulduggery thinks he's found it.
The roof of the ship is an impossible spot to reach unless you have some serious climbing prowess, specialty magic, or the ability to fly. Skulduggery himself chooses the latter option, simply pushing at the air beneath his feet and rising until he's got a nice, clean view of absolutely nothing. Like a slippery, enameled dead planet. Unpopulated and rainy. Just perfect.
He only stays up here an hour or so, but it happens more than once in the month. He doesn't bother avoiding the rain, although he periodically dries his suit off to avoid the gross sensation of wet fabric against his bones.]
2. [either; chatterbox] i know you're waiting for the punchline
[Back at it again at theKrispy Kreme Chatterbox! Skulduggery isn't having a breakdown this time. Actually, he's found that he enjoys karaoke, given that he loves singing and listening to his own voice. He doesn't have to wrangle the machine anymore; he gets to sing his three-song set without complaints from the phantom peanut gallery.
Anyone who might come into the Chatterbox, however, will find themselves quickly walking into what feels like a solid wall. You see, Skulduggery has been practicing his air-based magic again, which has led the interior of the Chatterbox to secretly resemble a Pokemon gym. If you're planning on getting to Skulduggery (either to stop him from singing or to take a turn yourself), you better be prepared to climb over seats and walk head-first into invisible walls. The maze lets out right at the front row, guaranteeing that at least the stage is free of tricks.
If you do decide to navigate the maze, expect Skulduggery to actively cheer you on. After all, he designed it for you! If you chicken out or get stuck, just ask for help and he'll happily push you back to the doors to try again.]
3. [sunny; out on the ocean] i know you're waiting for the rain to come by
[There's one power that Skulduggery developed over his eleven months of hell that almost made being tortured by eldritch gods worth it. Skulduggery heads up to the athletics deck one sunny afternoon, hops over the railing, and then steps off into thin air.
Flying is one of the best powers an Elemental can develop, and one he'd been working at for years before his time-skip. Being able to do it now, to feel the air moving around him as lightly as a breeze, without being chased or hunted or running from something, is a rare and privileged delight. He flies in a mostly straight line, estimating the distance until he reaches the barrier. Just before that point, he redirects himself until he's sweeping a large, open circle around the ship itself. Still pacing, in a way, but at least this actually fills him with genuine delight. He hopes some version of himself upholds his promise to Valkyrie to teach her, because it truly is one of the greatest feelings in the world.]
[wildcard] well, so am i, so am i
(Have something in mind? Message me or just throw something up and see what happens!)
What: Some rain-related shenanigans, also some specialty prompts for fellow flying enthusiasts!
When: July 9th thru the end of the month (I guess)
Where: Out and about, the chatterbox, and also way out there on the ocean
Warnings: There may be references to or overt descriptions of visual or auditory hallucinations. Eldritch madness is also a thing! Other than that, TBD
Notes: If you have a preference for 1b, let me know, otherwise I'll roll a die. Also for 1b, I'm not your mom, if you want to say your character can reach Skulduggery then come on up!!!
(I'll match tagging style!)
[private: Darcy + Dimitri] when the man with the seed catalogs darkened our door
[Why torture us? What does he gain from all of the fighting? Skulduggery has been turning over the question Palamedes posed to him for the entire day, trying to form a hypothesis with unreliable information. Pacing helps him lay some groundwork: he knows that their resistance is part of the Captain's plot. He knows that their infighting provides some valuable information. The reason for it all feels right there, on the tip of his metaphorical tongue, but no amount of restless moving seems to be doing the trick.
He wishes he had his old skull, still. It would be nice to have a like mind to talk to. But then he realizes he does have Darcy to reach out to. She has a strong, independent mind, thankfully one less distracted than his. Not only that, but she'd also had to deal with auditory mis-fires, too. She's more keenly suited to listening to his newest theory than anyone else.
That's what's led him to knock on Darcy's door right now, deciding it would be quicker than texting. The only problem is, he has no idea how late it is...]
1a. [rainy; out on deck] we sent him away, sent him away
[There's no better way to practice magic than to have tangible consequences for your mistakes. Skulduggery learned that recently (depending on your definition of recent), and it's worked out greatly in his favor. There are a few hours during the rain in which Skulduggery wanders from the promenade to the athletic deck and back again; it's less restless pacing than usual and more aimless wandering. The key thing of note is that he isn't carrying an umbrella, nor does he seem inclined to worry about the rain. He is, in fact, completely dry, thanks to capturing a thin sheet of air with his magic.
He makes no effort to tell anyone he's got this power, nor does he immediately offer it to people passing by. The only people that might get a helpful skeleton approach would be those stuck inside promenade shops, unwilling to risk the run from awning to awning back to the safety of the interior. Otherwise, Skulduggery will occasionally wind up side-by-side with somebody, commenting idly on their decision to be out in the rain. It's usually something along the lines of,] Brave of you to enjoy the weather like this.
1b. [rainy; atop the world] i know you're waiting for the ironic ending
[The problem is, Skulduggery also misses rain. He hadn't realized how badly he had until that run-in with Darcy, and then he'd been too anxious to just go out and risk someone talking to him while he's under the water's influence. But there's a solution for every problem, and Skulduggery thinks he's found it.
The roof of the ship is an impossible spot to reach unless you have some serious climbing prowess, specialty magic, or the ability to fly. Skulduggery himself chooses the latter option, simply pushing at the air beneath his feet and rising until he's got a nice, clean view of absolutely nothing. Like a slippery, enameled dead planet. Unpopulated and rainy. Just perfect.
He only stays up here an hour or so, but it happens more than once in the month. He doesn't bother avoiding the rain, although he periodically dries his suit off to avoid the gross sensation of wet fabric against his bones.]
2. [either; chatterbox] i know you're waiting for the punchline
[Back at it again at the
Anyone who might come into the Chatterbox, however, will find themselves quickly walking into what feels like a solid wall. You see, Skulduggery has been practicing his air-based magic again, which has led the interior of the Chatterbox to secretly resemble a Pokemon gym. If you're planning on getting to Skulduggery (either to stop him from singing or to take a turn yourself), you better be prepared to climb over seats and walk head-first into invisible walls. The maze lets out right at the front row, guaranteeing that at least the stage is free of tricks.
If you do decide to navigate the maze, expect Skulduggery to actively cheer you on. After all, he designed it for you! If you chicken out or get stuck, just ask for help and he'll happily push you back to the doors to try again.]
3. [sunny; out on the ocean] i know you're waiting for the rain to come by
[There's one power that Skulduggery developed over his eleven months of hell that almost made being tortured by eldritch gods worth it. Skulduggery heads up to the athletics deck one sunny afternoon, hops over the railing, and then steps off into thin air.
Flying is one of the best powers an Elemental can develop, and one he'd been working at for years before his time-skip. Being able to do it now, to feel the air moving around him as lightly as a breeze, without being chased or hunted or running from something, is a rare and privileged delight. He flies in a mostly straight line, estimating the distance until he reaches the barrier. Just before that point, he redirects himself until he's sweeping a large, open circle around the ship itself. Still pacing, in a way, but at least this actually fills him with genuine delight. He hopes some version of himself upholds his promise to Valkyrie to teach her, because it truly is one of the greatest feelings in the world.]
[wildcard] well, so am i, so am i
(Have something in mind? Message me or just throw something up and see what happens!)
when the man with the seed catalogs darkened our door
Jesus- do you know what time it is?
[ Yep, that's Skulduggery. Darcy puts her sword back in the frog and gestures for him to come inside. He might notice it's not her usual rapier- it's an older looking sword, almost... viking? When did she get that? ]
Skulduggery, Dimitri, Dimitri, Skulduggery.
Re: when the man with the seed catalogs darkened our door
-- well.
At first he mistakes the skeleton for a vision, but it's dressed like another passenger, and Darcy's address proves it's not a product of Dimitri's mind. Then he wonders if he's managed to recast a living person as some sort of specter; it would be a first, but Dimitri has very little faith in his own perceptions at this point. Then Darcy makes her introductions, and he finally remembers -- this friend of hers is, in fact, a walking skeleton.
He drops into rest position and offers a quick bow.]
Pleasure to meet you, Skulduggery. Darcy's told me a little about you -- I'm glad to make your acquaintance in person.
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[Oh. Because Darcy has friends over, obviously. And because it's... probably late. That's right, Darcy sleeps, doesn't she?
At least her friend is polite! Not yelling "what in the hell are you" at him or anything. He can imagine a number of things Darcy might've said about him, most neutral, some possibly even good.]
Ah. It's a pleasure, Dimitri. Thank you for not screaming. [Well, shoot.] Darcy, I didn't realize the time. I had something to talk to you about, but if you're busy -- wait, where did you get that? [Yeah, he's going to question the Viking sword.]
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[ She protests, but not too hard. Darcy flops herself back on the couch- behind her on the wall is a drawing on that was clearly done by Fio depicting the two of them. ]
If that's cool, Dimitri?
[ She gestures vaguely to her sword, ] magic sword bag, I'll explain it later. Is this a talk Dimitri can be in the room for?
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I don't mind at all. But I don't wish to intrude -- if you need to talk privately, I'll get out of your hair.
[He pauses and takes a second look at Skulduggery.]
Um.
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Does he mind? On the one hand, this is a bit of a sensitive topic, but on the other hand, if Darcy isn't kicking Dimitri out, he's probably trustworthy enough.]
...No, I don't suppose I mind either. [He immediately leans on the door as if to prevent more unwanted visitors, tilting his head at the second look-over.] I'm sure Darcy's already mentioned it, but she and I have been working towards stopping the Captain almost since our arrival several months ago.
I've been up all night thinking about something Palamedes said to me, and I wanted to run something by her. Ah, you. [As he nods towards Darcy.] ...You did tell him that I was a magical skeleton, right?
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I mentioned it in my welcome speech. Which- as a thing for later, I want your help putting together like, a pamphlet or something of everything we know so we can get people up to speed when they get here and not just, season them with information whenever it comes up.
[ She snorts a little, ]
It's the first thing I tell people. 'Skeleton dude', 'trying to work things out' and 'don't scream at him, it hurts his feelings' in that order.
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[Dimitri coughs, rubbing his neck. Fortunately for his embarrassment, the topic under discussion is very interesting to his immediate priorities.]
She has, yes. It's one of the reasons I've been hoping to meet you. [His tone turns serious. Cold.] Whether or not it gets us home, what the Captain is doing here cannot be allowed to continue.
[He steps back towards the chair, lampstand at rest against his shoulder, though he's not enough at ease to sit.] If I can be of service, I'll help in any way I can.
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I could have invisible hair, for all you know. It's fine. [He doesn't, but still! It's the thought that counts. Speaking of,] And I'm touched you've been watching out for my feelings, Darcy. You know how sensitive I am about my appearance. [Another joke, but also sincere. Maybe she's the reason it's only happened to him twice so far!]
You're right, however. The Captain's current experiment cannot continue on in this way. Moral, ethical, and existential issues aside, I refuse to let my soul be wasted on a fruitless chase for unlimited power. So far, I've been focused on trying to figure out what the Captain is. He has no idea what he is, or who he was before he became this. And this whole thing is supposedly designed to help find that answer.
[Except, Skulduggery isn't so sure. Forgive him, you two, he's been stewing on this all night without anyone else to talk to...]
The problem is, if that were the case, he could simply ask for our help and many of us would be glad to provide it. Palamedes raised that point and I have to agree. I'm already helping despite his atrocious treatment of us. Certainly, it would be simpler to hire me on instead of forcing everything through cryptic half-answers and violent death games. But he told me himself that our resistance is part of the scheme. We're meant to fight back against him. But how does that help him find out who he was?
[He can't pace, so he starts rapping his fingers against the door instead.]
I am beginning to think that it absolutely does nothing to help him with that goal. But my suspicions rely entirely on something I think I may have... misheard. [In a tone that he hopes Darcy understands -- he isn't sure he heard it at all.]
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[ She retrieves the notebook that Stede gave her, flips past the encouraging message to a clean page, and takes some quick notes. ]
Like- I was talking to someone who apparently went through something similar to this before, somewhere else. In the last time they went through it, the people who brought them there asked for help, and they went home again when they were done.
[ Darcy does recognize that tone, and she gives him a small nod in confirmation. ]
It might be important anyway.
[ And then she looks over to Dimitri, gesturing with her pen- ] let us know if you need him to back-track and explain anything, ehn? My explanation was kind of shit.
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He nods back to Darcy.] I'll stop you if I have any questions. At the moment, I know little enough that I couldn't begin to ask. I don't know what I don't know, so to speak. Your explanation was fine -- this situation isn't easily summarized.
[Dimitri can't help but feel he's the worst person he knows to have ended up here. This is magic, the stuff of myth. While he's as versed in folklore as any other Faerghan child, he's no scholar or sorcerer, and who's to say if the Captain shares the same fairy-tale logic? If that's the sort of story this is at all? Annette or Mercedes would be better suited here; Sylvain, or Claude, or von Vestra. Dimitri's purview is the material, in enemies that can be fought, in matters of politics, history, economy. There are no records here, no history to speak of, no resources in surplus or shortage to explain the Captain's actions. Perhaps that's why Dimitri's here, instead of someone better suited to the challenges at hand.
But thinking like that isn't helpful. Unconsciously, he begins to echo Skulduggery's fidgeting, one hand fluttering against his side. The idea of rewarding the Captain for kidnapping and psychological torture grates on him, especially if toying with them all is a means to his ends rather than simple sadism; on the other hand, it also benefits them to know their enemy.]
I can't imagine how our resistance would help him to that end, either. He must have some other goal, one he hasn't revealed to us. We can hardly trust the word of an enemy. In which case ... I can think of some possibilities, but I'll hold back until I know more about the situation. [He huffs.] There's no point going off half-cocked with some theory you've already tested.
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[Oh, he likes Dimitri! Smart, knows when he doesn't know anything. Great aspects to have when rubber-ducking with somebody.] That's exactly it, though. He must have a second goal. And the thing is, I think he may have told me it already.
[Okay. Here goes nothing.] The day that I woke up from my time-skip, with the additional memories and new skull, I immediately went to speak to the Captain about it. Obviously, being out of my mind in more ways than one, the conversation mostly revolved around me kicking him and calling him an idiot. Par for the course, really...
The thing is, at one point, I asked him outright what the point was of all of this. He told me that he had two goals. One, to find out who he was and what he is. Two -- he wanted to ensure nobody could control him. I believe he said... "So that nobody could give him orders again."
[He'll let that one sink in before he explains why he's pretty sure he's crazy and made that one up.]
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That makes total fucking sense. Like- obviously, if he asked for our help, if we knew what and who he was too, we could use it against him, ehn?
[ It's... uncomfortably reminiscent of her indiscretion with Skulduggery recently, the prying and his reason for keeping secrets from her. ]
I guess if he becomes a god, it's two birds with one stone, ehn? Knows what he is, and nobody can control a god.
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Becoming a god? He seems powerful enough already ... Though that would suggest he's vulnerable now, in ways he's looking to shed. Whatever that may be. But if we can use that against him ...
[Something else about the statement perturbs Dimitri. It's not a good thought, but nothing about this is good, and if Darcy or Skulduggery can tell him he's wrong, that'll only be a relief.] 'Again' ... Could it be that he's already under orders? Controlled by some higher authority, or just under a geas of some sort?
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[Sorry, the guy they're dealing with is kind of an idiot.]
Jenny is a storm goddess who attacked the ship at the start of this voyage. She was a passenger who gambled with the Captain for her freedom. She's apparently been using that freedom to hunt for help against the Captain, which is... going, I assume.
[And now, the most important part:] The thing is, the Captain has been very direct about enlisting our help in discovering what he is. He's told passengers that discovering his true name would earn us a favor in turn. He's openly told me things I have to believe were true, in order for me to better try to hunt for answers. Which is why, when he told me his two-fold goals, I believed him.
Unfortunately, when I asked him who might be able to control him, he. Mmm. [Awkward.] He seemed surprised that I would ask. And he seemed convinced that he hadn't said anything of the sort. Normally, I would have pressed him on it, but this time, I... assumed I'd heard wrong. Or that I hadn't heard it at all.
[BUT, as he nods to Darcy,] But it makes sense, doesn't it? All of the fighting, the death, the dinner where he actively encouraged us all to fight against him... It all comes down to fighting for our freedom. And what else would he be learning from that, but how to free himself?
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He could've been deliberately fucking with you about it, making you doubt yourself. But it does make sense. Like... like any of us are doing, with bouncing ourselves off other people to learn from them. 'Don't embarrass yourselves' he said. I think. Something like that. Like- he's been talking about research, maybe he was trying to find something that worked against him, ehn? Something that like- if my usual attack I use on ghosts had worked on him, he'd know he was something like a ghost. Kind of like a fucked up game of guess who.
[ Darcy chewed the inside of her cheek, trying to will herself to think of what it might mean. But there's a connection she doesn't feel like she's getting- ]
Okay but- if he's been doing this for fucking ever, how has he not worked it out yet? Like- obviously he sucks at this. But, I don't know- it's just... unlikely that nothing has ever worked against him. He's got to have something by now. But you make it sound like he doesn't even have any ideas.
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It could be that he's playing me for a fool. [It wouldn't be the first time he'd been manipulated by his fondness for a good redemption arc. He's fairly certain that's exactly what China's been doing for the last eighty-some years.] He could know more than he's letting on, either because he's testing us, or simply because he's a bit of a bastard.
[Of course, there's... the other thing:] He did try to use a memory charm to temporarily negate the curse on himself. If he does that sort of thing to himself often, it's entirely likely he's just forgotten what he's learned at one point or another. The boulder rolls back down the hill, and all of the passengers get crushed on the way down.
[He doesn't move his head, but he's clearly addressing Dimitri as he asks,] Do you think we should include our being stuck in a Sisyphean nightmare in the brochures for new passengers? Or is that too grim?
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Also, if he is trying to play you for a fool, he's doing a bad job at it, ehn? If it were me I'd be like, sending you on a wild goose chase or something. But it doesn't seem like he's really given you much information at all.
[ She snorts at the idea of including it on the brochure, gesturing with both hands as if she were plastering her words on a billboard, ] 'Welcome to the Serena Eternia; you're not in Hell, but you may as well be.'
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He frowns, going back over something Skulduggery had said.] You say the Captain seemed unaware of what he'd given away. Could that have been the first instance of this truth -- or untruth -- spell we all seem to be under? I'd assumed it was his doing, but perhaps it comes from whatever controls him ... although if it helps him escape that power, it would seem to be counterproductive.
Then again, if he's destroyed his own memory ... [Dimitri shakes his head. He's getting lost in the weeds, wandering off towards useless speculation -- but he's always been prone to perseverate, and there's so little to go on, none of it conclusive. He still only has fragments of a puzzle Darcy and Skulduggery have yet to put together themselves. He's fairly confident of one thing, though ... With a nod to Darcy, he says, ] I haven't met the Captain myself, but from what you've said, I believe there's some truth to what he's said. If torturing us all is a means to his ends, rather than an end in and of itself, I can't see how it serves him to lie. If he's withholding information on purpose, perhaps ... if he's drawn no conclusion from what he's learned so far, perhaps he hopes that forcing us all to start from scratch will reveal something he's failed to see.
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It was a fair while back, so I'm not sure if he -- or anyone else -- had cast anything. He was very forthcoming with information at the time... Then again, it could all have been a lie. He told me himself that I shouldn't trust him, which is great advice all around... [Huh.] A bit of a paradox, I suppose. It's safest to assume that we see the whole board of players; there's no use in attributing mysteries to some sort of omnipresent theory. [What are they, catholic?] The three of us are in agreement that he has no reason to lie, and we all also seem to agree that he doesn't know nearly enough for someone who's been at this for a while...
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[ Darcy gestures to Dimitri with her pen, ] He's not from Earth. Or like- our worlds aren't similar in the same way yours and mine are. His is... medieval-y, but magic is a thing and everyone can do it. A little bit, anyway.
[ Only Darcy was actually Catholic anyway. Dimitri was Dragon-Catholic. It's different. ]
So... I think the plan does have to come back to helping him. I don't think we can work what he is without his help- he has to have worked some things out if he needed to keep wiping his memories, ehn? All we need to do is like... figure out how to get those memories back. And maybe see if we can get some sort of collateral to stop him just wiping his memories, or killing all of us once he has it worked out.
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Skulduggery's right. They have to assume they all least know all of the actors on this stage. There's no real evidence of any higher power at play, and the idea raises more questions than it answers. Still, Dimitri's all too familiar with the feeling of conductors behind the scenes, of being caught in someone else's malevolent script, and he can't release that paranoia so easily.]
You're right -- we gain as much from knowing what he is, and what might hurt him, as he does. So for the moment our goals seem to be aligned. [Dimitri grimaces. That still feels bad.] But what sort of collateral would work against a creature like him?
And ... what would he gain from wiping his memories so often? Could it be there's something he doesn't want to remember? [If Dimitri could wipe his own memory ... there's nothing he could conscience erasing, but he would be so, so tempted.]
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And sometimes, the truth is just as obvious. Really, he should have thought of it sooner.]
You're both right. If he's wiping his memories at all, there has to be a good reason for it. Well. A reason, at least. [...hmm.] I wonder what he'd say if I were to just ask. If he were still affected by the curse, that might help retrieve whatever he's tried to forget...
I don't know what we could do otherwise to force the memories out, especially if he's the one locking them away. Maybe if we knew what kind of magic he was using?
[He knows that his rubber ducks are likely to come to a punching, kicking, or stabbing solution to the problem, but it's worth it to find a better plan than "ask the Captain nicely."]
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[ Sometimes theorizing just walked you in circles, and you needed to start getting hard evidence in the field. The latter being when she was usually called in on her ghost hunts. ]
At the very least, if we can squeeze something out of it, he can't wipe our memories, ehn?
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I'm not the one to ask when it comes to magic. It's commonplace in my world, but ... [He grimaces.] I'm quite useless at it. Disastrously so. But if the Captain's been as forthcoming as you say, it might not hurt to confront him. [ ... he says, only for Darcy's addition to catch him off-guard.] Could he wipe our memories?
[He doesn't get to follow that thought very far. He catches Darcy's yawn, burying it behind his wrist. He's leaning more heavily on his lampstand than he was; without it, he'd probably be wobbling.]
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