thusia | (no subject)

You did.

[Placing a hand on his injured shoulder where an arm should be.]

[well he's not injured anymore

but his arm stubs just above the elbow

allows and watches to see what you will do with that]

[Reading comprehension. Take two.

He traces down from shoulder to the end of the stub before moving back up. He's looking for a reaction of any kind.]

[nope

except for, after a long moment, a tinge of amusement.

and then reaches up with his right arm to grab your left at the elbow]

I suppose this is one area we differ. You still think of these things as important. Curious? You can give it a try.

[His hand stops moving when his elbow is grabbed.]

We differ in that I like all my limbs attached? You should have told me this earlier.

And no, I will have to admit I don't find trying the experience curious at all.

We differ in that I am not bothered if they're removed.

[taps your elbow once and lets go]

But I spent a while in a place where death and injury didn't have meaning, and now here we are again.

Any meaning? Forgive me if I find that hard to believe. Piecing back a soul to flesh is quite complicated from all accounts I've heard.

[Hand moves from stub arm to the side of his face.]

But you aren't bothered at all?

[self mongling. sigh. allows]

Something being complicated gives it meaning, now?

[snort]

I took it off myself. Why would I be bothered when it was my choice?

Yes. They might miss a few pieces gluing you back together. I would consider that meaning.

[A grimace at the statement.]

You have issues. I do hope someone has told you that before I.

[YOU KNOW WHAT. I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE BETTER THAN ME!! SO SORRY WE CAN'T ALL BE THE CRAZIEST!!

and not kind of miserable and broken

ugh]

Well. It was that or just allow a goddess to keep eating me alive until she'd found her fill. It seemed more practical.

[You are the one that ripped your own arm off. How is that not crazy?]

That is very different from the simple bite you mentioned before. You must have really hurt her feelings.

[But having suspicions that implying removing Slick's eye one at a time will not get the nice reaction he was expecting, so he tops the other's glass of wine instead.]

[man it's just an arm i'll get another one

and yes good self. clever. torture does not flow both ways with this one.

more wine does sound awesome though. drinks]

I felt a bit about it, actually. We were going to be friends and I wouldn't have minded but... [handwaave] She took her payment a little far so.

I am curious. How did this play out? Did you just walk up to her and tell her the agreement was off, or did you provide something to take its place?

Well... his majesty wants to kill her.

I've heard that he plans to do that with all of them. And?

He abruptly decided he wanted to kill her now and pretending to be her friend didn't sit well with me.

[..........i'm aware

this is sort of

ironic....

drinks more]

At least she'll die with a full belly then. Congratulations.

[Refilling both glasses and getting tired of standing. Might be attempting to kick Slick's feet off the couch so he can sit. Never mind there are other chairs.]

[MY COUCH

drops his legs onto your lap, suck it]

Least I could do, I suppose.

[This is our apartment, your wine, your couch. He's just taking advantage of it all. And his primary objective of sitting has been fulfilled so he's content.]

If you have any say in the matter, you might ask for the healing goddess to die last. Depending on how soon this king of yours decides to kill the gods.

[you could have fulfilled your objective in one of my chairs which are also quite nice]

I get the feeling that the healing goddess won't be very interested in healing me any more once his majesty starts knocking off gods anyway.

If he ever figures out how.

[Closest rule. And the refills are here.]

He's resourceful. It might take him a couple tries, but I'm sure he'll figure it out eventually. Just do be careful not to become collateral damage.

[i'm sure it has nothing to do with wanting to keep me in reach for when you feel like creepering]

Despite appearance he won't consider me very expendable. [handwave] Though it is a war against gods, after all. So expecting to survive would be a bit naive.

[You sound as if you don't trust yourself.]

I still find it hard to see them as gods in any case. Powerful beings in their own right, but they fall short of expectations.

And so the plans are to drink away any lingering concerns until you can be bothered to get up and maim mother nature again?

True. I'm sure something will work, though my abilities certainly didn't.

[empties glass!]

And yes that sounds about right.

And that is the part that is puzzling. I thought you didn't have any concerns. Losing an arm was no loss for you.