EMET-SELCH CATCH-ALL

[robopriest]

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w0 sunday, train station

[robopriest]

[Ah, if it isn't his 13,000 year-old fellow "disappointed in people" buddy. Hansa strolls up to him, glancing behind him at the train tracks.]

Waiting for a train to take you away from all of this mess?

[arkitect]

If only leaving were so simple.

[thanks, he hates this place. he's idly swiping at the device once more, looking over the new profiles-- as little as they say.]

But no. It seemed the least likely place to be crowded.

w0, post-trial

[arkitect]

[he's likely on his way somewhere else, when he passes hansa-- and he does consider just continuing on, pausing to decide.

emet-selch does, in fact, remain paused, turning to him with a slight sigh.]

I suppose it could have been worse, if not any less trouble.

[robopriest]

Well, of course it could've been worse. We could have sent an innocent to death if not for...well, the detective's reasoning.

[The detective who is now dead. Hansa heaves a sigh in reply, turning to Emet-Selch.]

I guess we have our blessings to thank that it all worked out at the end, despite...everything.

w1, monday!

[arkitect]

[whenever hansa happens to wander by the vr room today... it seems like it's occupied, actually.

emet-selch can be found here, with the room set to recreate what appears to be a plaza; his attention is pulled away, though, as he nods to hansa.]

It seems the place has finally provided something more worthwhile.

[but as he glances over the view again and his attention wanders, for a moment... seeing as it operates on brainwaves etc., that's enough for it to shift. emet-selch pauses, remaining still for a moment, then just exhales a tired breath. he'll put it back in a second.]

[robopriest]

Oh, that's love-

[Is what he starts...and then stops, blinking with some surprise when he walks in and the scene changes. A beautiful pristine plaza, tinged blue as if deep underwater, and then...ruins.]

[His eyebrows furrow.]

Its lovely. [He repeats, a bit quieter.] Hm. I guess this room does have its uses, though.

w1 post trial

[robopriest]

[The planetarium should be quiet enough to get away from the mess of thoughts in his head. But looks like someone else had the same idea.]

[He barks out a laugh, but there's no amusement in it.]

...I guess this all is nothing new to you, huh? This type of chaos.

[arkitect]

Hardly. The question, then, is how well the group as a whole will do.

[for his part, he... is not holding out terribly much hope that they'll do better.]

w2, friday

[arkitect]

[hello hansa, are you alone in the blanket fort right now? emet is here to see what the hell you guys think you are doing.]

You really could have chosen a better location, you know. Is this yet another of those inconveniences, from sleeping elsewhere?

[hansa hasn't exactly seemed like the type to fuck off and just make a blanket fort out of nowhere after people died, but he could be incorrect.]

[robopriest]

Yes, it is.

[He's just sort of glowering from inside the fort. He probably managed to get his section away from the rest...for now.]

I can't stop thinking about this, and its annoying. [HE SIGHS] What's going on, Emet-Selch?

w2 post execution

[robopriest]

[Hey, Emet-Selch. Somebody is knocking on your door. Open up.]

Hey. It's me. Just want to talk.

[arkitect]

Very well, give me a moment--

[he was settled in, he's gotta get up... but it won't be long before he lets hansa in, though he sort of just. pops the door open and then steps back, to allow them both to keep their emotional space bubbles.]

Did you wish to speak of anything in particular, or were you simply looking for distraction?

w3, monday

[arkitect]

[what's up hansa, where are you hanging out today, because wherever it is-- emet-selch conveniently happens to wander across the same place, giving him a little nod in greeting.]

Ah, there you are. Good. As it so happens, there was something else I wished to speak with you about, have you the time for it.

[robopriest]

Hm? Sure.

[He's just wandering around near the waterfall. Hey, he looks totally friendly and normal! How about that. No cross necklace today, though.]

What is it?

w3, wednesday??

[arkitect]

[we can make this wednesday WHY NOT.

anyway, wherever hansa is, emet-selch is coming to find his ass.]

Hansa. Have you spoken with Tiger since we last met?

[robopriest]

Yes, I have.

[He looks a little miffed, though?]

...Lucky for me, though, I was blind when I decided to go over there to talk with her, like a fool.

w3 post cyoa 2

[robopriest]

[Hey, fellow cryptid child guardian. Hansa approaches Emet a few hours after they've more or less adjusted to being back in this murdergame Disneyland. Treasure is at his side, giving a questioning sort of meow when he stops in front of Emet-Selch.]

...

[He's silent for a moment, before he speaks, quietly.]

I guess we really are fortunate that despite everything...we still remember him.

[arkitect]

I suppose we are.

[he sighs as he crouches down to offer a hand to the cat. emet-selch might not want to be responsible for him or consider him his own, but the creature is pleasant enough.]

I knew, really. That it was not worth attachment. It rarely is worthwhile with humanity. And yet I had not expected it to prove true so swiftly, nor in such a way.

w3 post trial

[robopriest]

[Yeah, of course he's coming. Of course he is. But as he moves in closer, Emet can easily see that his eye is filled with a cold sort of anger, but its more of an anger from despair than anything else.]

...I know you're not an idiot. I know that. But what were you thinking?

[arkitect]

...I am afraid you'll need to clarify which part, Hansa.

[relying on him to lie? letting chiron try to take the fall? killing the man in the first place?]

w3, sunday

[arkitect]

[hi hansa! emet-selch is coming to find him to drag him to his room! he's fairly sure alphinaud won't be here now that he's alive, so.

once they're alone, he just settles onto one of the makeshift beds, and gets right to the point.]

Hansa-- what did you do?

[robopriest]

Me?

[He just...? Shrugs?]

I literally didn't do a thing. I just heard word from a pretty little bird that things might turn out different. I'm as clueless as you are.

w4 wednesday

[robopriest]

[Somehow, he really isn't surprised to find Emet-Selch here. The man's practically a goth theater nerd, why wouldn't he be in a spooky old graveyard among the dead? Plus, well, his connection with the Underworld and all.]

[Hansa beelines right to him - it all started on Tuesday, technically, but the warm feelings that rush into his chest at the sight of the other man feel like they've been there forever. He's instantly moving to hold the other's hand.]

Hey. Guess this is the place to hang out, huh?

[arkitect]

I find it to be quieter than most, yes.

[his tone is a little lighter than usual, now, when speaking to hansa, and he accepts his hand without a second thought. it feels perfectly natural, after all.]

Seeking a bit of peace, yourself, or were you simply seeking me?

w4, thursdayyy

[arkitect]

[so! kissing and memshare happened! but he is back to find hansa for Reasons.]

-Hansa. We need to speak; I would have gathered the teammates we are aware of, but I believe this must be discussed without the knowledge of at least one of them.

[robopriest]

Uh, sure.

[Yes, cryptid husband??]

What's up?

week 5 post execution

[robopriest]

[Well, if Emet wants to talk, he can hardly say no. He drops by Emet-Selch's room later on in the day, knocking on the door.]

Hey. Can I come in?

[arkitect]

[it's just a moment before the door opens-- emet-selch was expecting him, after all.]

Do you truly need to ask?

[of course he can come in. emet-selch takes a seat on the bed, gestures for hansa to join him.]

There is... something I have neglected to tell you, thus far.