(Me: I'm up again, yay! Anyways, I know I won't win this argument, but you need sleep!)
(Kardashev: Laughs Oh… that's not the case anymore. You can't exactly stop me.)
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(Me: Yeah. Thinking of getting off here in a sec. My brain never shuts off, so that’s why it’s such a pain in the ass to go to sleep)
(De Tearion: Expression becomes completely emotionless and eyes grow intense. Why would that be?)
(Me: Okee! It might be a good idea.)
(Kardashev: Goes right up to De Tearion, whispers in his ear Because I'm not even a physical being, fool. I'm in your head.)
(Me: Hello? Are you still there?)
(Me: Sorry, that's weird, but I'm listening to my music right now, and that line was just sang, so-)
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(Me: Lol. Sorry. Got a little distracted by the other rps)
(De Tearion: Puts up a solid mental block that pushes Kardashev out of his mind. I have lived with Vanishers, fool. Telepathy be what they are known for)
(Me: You're good, lmao!)
(Kardashev: You really think that'll work on me? I've been around so much longer than the Vanishers, fool. I'm not telepathic, I am a being that exists soley inside minds.)
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(De Tearion: Black mist forms from his fingers and he pulls Kardashev out of his mind, giving him a shadowy corporeal form. Vanishers are much more than telepaths and nearly as old as Mercy’s Eye. Leave me be)
(Kardashev: A deadly look in his eyes, face blank If you do this, you will regret it forever, I promise you. I can and will make your life hell. I will burn your home and slaughter everyone and everything you love. The forests of your home will ring with the screams of your kin, and the trees and plants will grow twisted and strange.)
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(De Tearion: Laughs. Make my life a hell? It already be a hell! Kill my brethren! I hate all of them anyway, the bastards! Yet, touch anyone I hold dear, and I will rip you apart! You might be a Dream creature, yet my claws can still rend your existence)
(Me: This is intense, lmao!)
(Kardashev: Snarls, fully coalesces his form in the physical world I dare you to fucking try it. I will render you completely insane by the time we're done. I will rip you apart like I have so many others.)
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(Me: Yeah. That tends to happen with De Tearion, lol)
(De Tearion: Continues laughing, black tears starting to drip from his eyes. I would say the same to you, then I would attack you! I would welcome your insanity, because I would finally have peace! Yet, I see no point in it. ‘Tis nothing more than petty foolishness caused by your incessant need to annoy me. Leave me be, Dream creature. I have dealt with nightmares for centuries. I have no need of more. Turns away, leaning against a tree, his fingers fiddling with his amulet)
(Me: Seriously? Does De Tearion get along with noone?)
(Kardashev: Fuck it. Leaves)
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(Me: It depends, but… thinking for a moment… actually not really. He’s very aloof, and has a habit of trying to intimidate/dominate anyone he meets. But, it is justified, because he’s had a very, very fucked up life. However, he’s one of those types that, even though he’s unfriendly, he is actually very lonely)
(De Tearion: Closes his eyes and meditates for a long while to calm himself, then goes to hunt)
(Me: It’s kind of funny how De Tearion pissed Kardashev off to the point of leaving. I wasn’t expecting that honestly)
(Me: Also, a little detail I forgot to share. Mercy’s Eye is the moon. Goliathans are nocturnal and shamanic, and basically revere Mercy, aka Fate)
(Me: So, basically, if Death himself were to show up, De Tearion would have 0 problems with him?)
(Me: Yeah, honestly, it's actually not easy to iss him off. Just something about De Tearion unsettles him and annoys him.)
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(Me: Pretty much, with the exception of one little detail. The death of his sister, Agatha, his only sibling, and basically his purpose in life for all but the most recent twenty years in his life [he’s about 1,300 years old by the way])
(Me: Ah, I see. Yeah, I can definitely see how that would happen, particularly the unsettling part. De Tearion definitely has his moments where he’s absolutely fucking terrifying, but that’s another story, lol)
(Me: Ah… I could pull some strings on my end for De Tearion!)
(Me: And gods damn! That's old, but also, like, the age of a child to some of my and my friends characters, and hell, even some of your own!)
(Me: Yeah, he does, lmao!)
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(Me: Hmm… intriguing. Though, he’d probably freak the fuck out, and not in any humorous way either. And, considering that, he might even question if she was real. He doesn’t really understand the concept of resurrection)
(Me: Lol, yeah. He’s actually about the equivalent of a 20 year old human. Mentally though, yeah… he’s been through a lot of shit)
(Me: Ah… then nevermind. Although, considering I'm me and kinda something, I might find it humorous anyways…)
(Me: Okay– that's a weird little detail. I'm trying to do the math, but I'm just dead right now, so–)
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(Me: Lol. It would be interesting to see, but it would definitely turn dark. Like I said, De Tearion has had a fucked up life, and that was actually because he was protecting Agatha. It’s fucked, it really is)
(Me: 1,300 years, if Goliathans actually measured time, would be the cultural equivalent of, approximately, a 20 year old. In other words, he’s barely an adult in the eyes of his culture)
(Me: And do you want to get out of the grey boxes and just do regular chat? I keep forgetting to ask)
(Yeah, lmao! Let's do that.)
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Wee!
Lmao!
WEEEE!
Anyways, I'll keep throwing people at De Tearion until I find someone he likes.
Actually, fuck it. I'll enter this place as myself.
Sam: Hey, De Tearion.
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Lmao! Alright.
De Tearion: Returns from his hunt, eyes narrow at Sam. Greetings. You have me at a disadvantage it seems, for I know not your name.
Sam: Looks at De Tearions form, then snorts It matters not what my name is, only that I exist. Names hold no power when you know yourself.
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De Tearion: Raises an eyebrow, then snorts and rolls his eyes. ‘Tis polite to introduce yourself. Yet, it seems such things as honor and proper formality diminish with each year. Has a sour expression.
Sam: Sighs Then, in this diluted, tasteless tongue, you shall know me as Sam. I do not like Common. It is such a barbaric language. Slips into Celestial This is better.
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De Tearion: Snorts. You have met not the Barbarians from my home, I see. He then pauses and begins to make chirping and clicking noises. He repeats it multiple times until he’s speaking in rough Celestial. This is better. Reverts to Common. Intriguing.
Sam: Looks strangely at De Tearion, still speaking Celestial You… can imitate a language with no knowledge of it?
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De Tearion: Stares at her a moment, chirping a couple times in thought, then nods. Aye. I am of a species of mimics. We are natural linguists.
Sam: Ah… that makes sense. Starts speaking Fae, except not a well known dialect: Dark Fae I imagine if you've never even heard of a language, you could learn it with ease?
