PC WITH ANAXAGORAS

[robopriest]

i love how this meme doesn't make sense but its funny to Me

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WEEK 0 DAY 1

[robopriest]

[Heeeeeey eyepatch boy. Here comes another eyepatch with a mischievous grin.]

You should have told me you were a Saint. I would have unloaded all my praise and gratitude on you.

[anaxagoreia]

[ ...The blasted data sheet or whathaveyou is responsible for this nonsense, isn't it?

Anaxagoras is giving Hansa something like a withering, unimpressed expression because he has a clear ear for BS, and this sounds exactly like it. Were he someone who enjoyed hearing such things, he'd happily roll in it. ]

—Stop it.

I can tell already when you're being disingenuous and ridiculous.

[ He'll only tolerate one of those at a time; as it is, he may even find a way to ratshake you and your 250lb self, Hansa Cervantes!! Okay, probably not, but if he puts his mind to it... ]

I have no problem in saying this—I was never seen as a Saint in the eyes of anyone at Amphoreus. Even my students wouldn't dare put me on such a pedestal.

week 0, post-mini cyoa aka god gives miracles to his freakiest soldiers

[anaxagoreia]

[ ...Okay, well, Anaxagoras emerges from the well, dripping wet and looking completely flabbergasted for like a moment or two. Then he sort of shakes his head a bit, until he remembers his reason to start properly doing the 'wring the clothing' out then, starting with the cape-thing.

Because, what in the name of all that is holy and unholy just happened?

There is no sane explanation for any of that. So before anything even happens, he speaks up: ]

If you feel so inclined to pinch yourself in believing that might be a dream or some form of delusion, then I suppose I won't blame you.

[ ...he says this, but he hasn't bothered pinching himself. Also, the general "vibe" of Anaxagoras' desire is essentially like a powerful gust that will not be deterred. An intense, fierce "feeling". Even if he's just a crazy freak of a twink. ]

After all, can you truly expect any of what had just happened?

[robopriest]

[This was the last thing he would have expected.]

[Hansa himself won't wring out his clothes. It does stick to his body, though, and maybe Anxagoras can see edges where there shouldn't be any...or maybe they're just strange folds?]

[Either way, he's just glancing back at the well, silent for a monent. His desire thrums through him, like a passionate mechanical engine. A constant drive, unyielding and stern, a tamed wildness that he has honed like a knife.]

[It's quite a difference from the bastard grin he puts on his face when he looks at his companion in well crimes.]

Would you punch me if I said it was evidence of the salvation of God? It's good you brought this priest along!

[Hehehehheeeee]

WEEK 0 POST TRIAL

[robopriest]

[Someone dressed in black is slipping into the seat next to Anaxagoras at the bar. A familiar face, who's smiling - but Anaxagoras probably knows him well enough at this point to tell when his smile isn't reaching his eye.]

I'll have what you're having. Whatever it is.

[anaxagoreia]

[ Today has been a dreadfully long day, so of course Anaxagoras thinks that it's very well a good opportunity to relax. He turns to see the expression on the other man's face.

A smile that may appear as just that, but the typical lightness absent, as if dimmed by time in a dark cavern. Reasonable, because what happened is no happy affair, but it makes him want to ensure...he won't bottle it up, either. ]

My choice of drink is typically nowhere near light. If you're the type to tend towards that sort, you'll likely hardly be happy with it.

[ He's a heavyweight drinker indeed. But he will begin to grab the bottle in preparation because he believes he knows Hansa's answer. ]

...I'd also like to hear your thoughts, Hansa. It looks like there's much on your mind.

week 1, monday

[anaxagoreia]

[ Well, Anaxagoras arrives at the chapel, looking like he usually does except for those white, two dromas-shaped horns resting atop his head.

It's perhaps with little surprise that he's appearing like he's about to poke around here or there, but...he stops himself when he gaze lands upon the other man.

A familiar face, though by now definitely a welcome one. ]

Hansa?

[ He wonders what exactly he's up to right about now...? ]

[robopriest]

Hm?

[A certain pair of black wolf ears are perking up from the man sitting in one of the broken pews, before followed by the beaming face of a certain eyepatched priest.]

[...Yes, there is a black wolf tail thumping happily against the wood where he's sitting.]

Oh! Professor. You're not bursting into flames yet?

week 1, post-trial

[anaxagoreia]

[ What a day, right?

Anaxagoras has seen a lot. But, he thinks that he's definitely doing better compared to some people by far.

Though, in some ways, it does carry its own worry. Yet, things being what they are, he finds himself lead to the wishing well too, and managing to catch sight of a familiar face. ]

I didn't expect to find you out here.

[robopriest]

Thinking I'll take another dip?

[Says Hansa, with a wry little laugh - but it doesn't quite reach his eye this time. He's sitting, hunched, on the edge of the well, hands pressed against each other in his lap in a pensive, yet tense posture.]

...It seems like our time in it was so simple compared to now, hm?

WEEK 2 DAY 1

[robopriest]

[He might not be a wolf anymore, but the way he's slinking up to this bundle of jackets that is Anaxagoras may still be reminiscent of one. Hansa grins - its understandable, but still extremely funny, to see such a sight.]

Look at you. You're like a little jacket mountain. Comfy?

[anaxagoreia]

[ Hansa finding amusement in his current position is not new. Anaxagoras peers up over at the other man and gives him a Look - the usual one whenever it is the other man's silliness.

...Though he has never stopped being fond of it, and the wolfish grin.

He even closes one eye, though this and the look on his face are performative. ]

Why yes, I am comfortable. Enough to be certain that within this little "mountain" I am safe from any pending nonsense.

Unless you want to try to prove myself wrong?

week 2, post-trial

[anaxagoreia]

[ Well...

That sure happened, didn't it? Anaxagoras feels himself fatigued from all of that, and therein the chaos he recalls he could swear the storm clouds had swept across everyone else too. No resolution just yet, and he...he wonders. He just wonders.

He steps into the chapel, finding who he hopes to. ]

...Hansa.

[ His voice calls out, to get his attention. ]

There you are.

[robopriest]

Anaxagoras.

[Like a call in reply - he turns from where he's sitting, a smile crossing his face. Even so, he looks exhausted.]

I feel like I have been missing you all day. Come here.

week 2, monday;

[anaxagoreia]

[ The sunlit shore casts shadows across the sands, brightness all at once expansive and fleeting alongside the shades that grow misshapen, yet urgent in their persistent defiance against the light.

All at once, it happens in that instance, when those rays connect upon both of their persons.

It swirls into an odd conflagration that does not burn, twisting all in its wake. Spots of condemned foliage sprouts downwards from the captive sky, trees and all reaching down with its branches, and beneath Anaxagoras' feet, he does not see it at all.

The excitement running nauseating and resounded through atmosphere, followed by the chained ropes, golden, hanging as melted clocks with their pointers have been halted.

Anaxagoras in the midst of this merely begins to laugh, hand raised to his head, temporarily for one moment unaware of the other blend, with the feeling of ultimate disconnection radiating throughout his entire being. Almost leaving him senseless, but all too aware just the same...

...particularly as this all continues to stretch onwards. ]

[robopriest]

[The light hits. It should be like the glance of God Himself, divine in its brightness, but instead it brings something far more surreal.]

[He feels like he's chained - reined to something past him, behind him, and he's pulling. He has to. The road is ahead, the horizon rising up into those upside down trees. Hansa feels delirious, but then, as his mind feels like its drifting away -]

[He hears him.]

[And he runs, even as it feels like armor weights down his limbs.]

Anaxagoras-

[He wants to reach him. He wants to reach him so badly.]

WEEK 3 POST TRIAL

[robopriest]

[Wherever Anaxagoras is, he will feel a pair of arms come around him from behind, pulling him into an embrace. Hansa shifts his head over the man's shoulder, lips against his neck.]

[He's exhausted - and even movements like this still get him a little nervous, like doing a crime in broad daylight, but he does it anyways.]

You really need to stop making eyes at me like that. It's so distracting.

[anaxagoreia]

[ The sitting room is an area Anaxagoras has found himself having headed straight into. Having placed himself down with a book on hand, he is in an easy position for Hansa to essentially embrace him from behind, to press lips against his neck. The man's own lips part as a soft flush finds its way across his face, a surprised, barely heard breath escaping him. Yet...even as he relaxes into the hold, he'll be speaking: ]

...Is it? Quite the nerve you have, considering what you're doing right now is distracting me. [ ... ] I wonder, though. Are you going to continue your efforts, Hansa?

[ There's that little tone which matched the way he had looked at Hansa. He can't help being a bit sassy right now. ]

week 4, monday

[anaxagoreia]

[ Is it any surprise that Anaxagoras will venture outwards into the witch's lair himself at some point? New places are meant to be explored. To be looked into.

Though, by midday, he certainly is feeling...off, even if he is uncertain in what way just yet. The cloudy day makes for a gloomy atmosphere, even if he's merely stepping in with a look of curiosity, gaze becoming a bit more spirited when he sees who it is. ]

...I wonder, is it possible you beat me to looking around a place like this, Hansa?

[robopriest]

....?

[He's cringing as he's glancing around.]

Anaxagoras. Don't be mad. I swear I didn't drink the well water again.

WEEK 4 POST CYOA

[robopriest]

[In a corner of the infirmary, two men sit with one another. Hansa has his top off, revealing the abnormal landscape - his torso is mostly inlaid metal, meeting with the flesh that makes up his upper chest and parts of his shoulder. The metal part of his right shoulder currently has the other man's hand in its exposed innards, wires being stitched back together with sections tightened by his tools.]

[It IS intimate - the Church has its own mechanics who do this thing, so its not abnormal, but its because of Anaxagoras being the one to do it. Hansa tries not to think too hard about it, face dusted with color. It's very hard to do.]

You know, you SHOULD look after yourself, first. [He grumbles, before another wave of depression hits him, eyes glancing down.] Just leave me be, okay? I'm used to being left behind.

[anaxagoreia]

[ Anaxagoras is not the type of person to rest for long when he needs it, the most extreme attention that has needed to be given to him having been so at this time. But, he can truthfully rest later when it will be potentially forced upon him - and there is also...a plus to being able to treat his beloved like this. Seeing the flush on his face, he can't help but be reminded of that.

His handiwork is slower than usual, considering his own state, yet it is no less efficient. Nothing stops a brilliant mind at work! ]

How about you get to look after myself as much as you like when I'm done fussing over you, hm?

[ ...he'll also take notice of that attitude change, stopping to plant a kiss against his cheek. ]

I don't abandon those I care about so easily. I know that this is a result of those additional effects, but how can I pass up the opportunity to give an important reminder?

final week, monday

[anaxagoreia]

[ The sound of waves echo as the beautiful skyline dotted with its myriad constellations shine and hang above.

Anaxagoras feels strangely at ease, when he sees the familiarity in some despite how ominous it may be. When he sees a shooting star, echoes of the past reach his mind, and an urge to confess something else about himself prickles at him...he doesn't think he'll mind speaking it here.

Something is also settled at his hip all the while, though probably hard to see because of his clothing (smh), but more importantly, Anaxagoras' attention is on the other man who had also wound up at the shoreline. ]

It's rare that I see you out here, Hansa.

[robopriest]

Oh! Anaxagoras.

[He's sitting on the sand, legs stretched out in front of him. The waves and wind and stars are quiet and beautiful, as always. A perfect place in such wretched circumstances.]

[He's more than happy to see the other, though, patting the sand next to him.]

Sit, sit. You're a sight for a sore eye.

WEEK 6 EPILOGUE

[robopriest]

[So it's done. Just like that.]

[He's still waiting for the other shoe. It feels like it has to be there - nothing good can't come without its darker side, in this place. Right? But as time goes on, and everyone shares their goodbyes, Hansa finds himself drifting to the person he knows he wouldn't say that to in a million years.]

[His hand slips into the other's hand by his side.]


There you are.

[anaxagoreia]

[ Anaxagoras is quiet and by himself when Hansa finds him, allowing what has happened to finally hit him - that's his problem, at times...he doesn't let himself properly react to things that have left their mark.

...Is he waiting for the other shoe to drop as well? Well, it'd be foolish to say he had no suspicions, and it does not come without its saddening news. He turns towards Hansa, hand in his. ]

Here I am, and...here you are.

[ Ironically, the most unreasonable part of him about anything is the side that wonders if it might all be a dream. The last piece of good he had before truly fading away; he squeezes the hand in his to verify that Hansa is real. Then, in a fit of emotion, he turns properly into the man, throwing his other arm around him, holding him close. For a moment, any other words do not come so easily. ]