chanteuser | QUASIPLATONICROMANTIC NOT-MESS

Haha, you got that right. Chiron is quite popular. Though personally? I'd rather he not pull something like that again.

[He knows it would've never happened, but he dislikes the idea of it, regardless.]

[Hansa sighs, brushing back some of his hair behind an ear.]

This would be real nice if we weren't caught in this game of murder, but...hey, at least for now, its good that we're working this out.

I'd second that. But to be fair to him, I... probably made my opinion clear on Saturday.

[ looks away ;;; it's fine ]

... I've told enough other people that time isn't something they can waste here, so I can't really say we have the guaranteed luxury of lots of it. But...

[ ... ] I guess we're all taking Rule 10 to heart this week.

I... don't think I have an issue with it? I'm... happy to take what time we do have to figure out how this all fits. Just, um... [ she takes a deep breath, and lets it out just as slowly. ]

The communication is appreciated. Don't keep things from me-- I don't mean life stories or things you don't want to talk about, because I have things I'm not ready to talk about either so I understand that. But if it relates to this, talk to me about it.

That's already made it easier to digest, since this all came up, knowing how things were changing and what was changing with that, rather than just finding out it had changed without me knowing.

[-- He's being shamed from three different directions, god. Also Alex talks and Chiron has the nerve to laugh softly, rubbing his cheek]

Yes, you certainly did.

[Saturday was wild]

And I certainly have nothing to hide from any of yo...

[...]

Mm, well. [Staring DIRECTLY AT THE SKY] I suppose there is something extra we should discuss, before the memory is robbed from me.

[CHIRON]

Hansa will already know of my true nature as a Heroic Spirit, but as I have no Master, I will likely disappear immediately after the Realm's nova is restored.

[Like.

Immediately he will die]

Originally I had no plans to save myself from death -- [and frankly he's still chill with it? Like this is his third time, Chiron's other hand is for holding death] -- but now I will need to be anchored by someone's mana to continue existing.

Alex, you are not a mage, and even if you were, I would prefer not to put your body under any strain. So that leaves Emet-Selch and Hansa as candidates.

[hansa brushes his hair behind an ear, and emet reaches over to match the gesture on the other side. someone is handsier than usual, apparently. i die.

alex gets a nod before chiron speaks.]

You will find no argument here, as these two are doubtless aware. I have already ensured such discussion before; it needs only to continue.

[emet-selch Will make people talk about it. but speaking of talking about it... his brows raise at chiron's words, and then he just pinches the bridge of his nose.]

You really could have stood to mention-- well. You have done so now.

[and, with a sigh and a handwave:]

I am dead as well, for the record, though it seems I have a serviceable vessel for now-- else you would not perceive me. Assuming my form should hold once we are finished, then if it is a form of energy you require, we may anchor you to me; my kind have vast stores of it in comparison to mortals.

Yeah, Alex, they're not kidding. These two called an official meeting and everything just to sort things out among all three of us. And you know I'd be willing to tell you anything.

[He gives Alex's hand a squeeze just as Emet reaches out to his hair - his cheeks a little pink, he moves his other hand to sort of hook his index finger around Emet's pinky finger. Touchy feely time, apparently.]

Haha. [He grins after all that is done.] Well, I guess its settled! I mean, despite my position at home, I think I wouldn't mind...but looks like you're sticking around with us, Chiron. Glad to have you.

[And to Alex, nodding with his head over to Emet.]

By the way, did you know Emet-Selch is super tall in reality? Like twenty feet tall. His second height on the profile really isn't a joke.

[ ... she's about to ask about the touchy-feely thing, but chiron outs himself as being about to immediately die once they fix the realm, emet-selch outs himself as being dead and made of a lot of magic and then hansa outs emet-selch's actual height and

please give a girl a break. she's grabbing her phs with her free hand and scrolling through the profiles. ]

-- Wait, 610cm??

[-- Honestly Chiron is flummoxed by Emet's answer so poor Alex is on her own for now]

How quickly that was resolved...

[He's going to drag out a piece of wood and his knife, no one talk to him, he's tired]

[he just. takes hansa's hand properly, cute as the finger touches are, and his other hand pats chiron's shoulder before resting there. it's fine, horses cannot really die.]

'Tis hardly relevant, but yes. I have been somewhat surprised to see that even those with presumably intact souls here are still of such a small stature...

[you are all so tiny, are you ok?]

Emet-Selch showed me this room in the virtual room on that spaceship a while ago and it was all to height - haha, the pews were the size of a line of shops...

[He just finds it amusing, honestly, and that's why he brought it up. Sometimes your cryptid husband figure is just Very Tall.]

Anyways, I didn't mean to shock you or anything. Emet-Selch is Emet-Selch, Chiron is a living legend, I'm just me, and you're a beautiful and amazing singer who has the voice of an angel. You'll fit right in.

[ she just, tugs his hand. stop. stoooop. ]

—- I like how you miss out the whole metal thing on your resume there. [ speaking of, she’s trying to lift their joined hands so she can peer under his sleeve and try and see exactly what he did to his arm the other week?

she got distracted due to everything over the weekend and hasn’t actually been able to check. ]

...

Wait, did you say “pews”?

[glancing at the hand resting on his shoulder, considering it for a moment before he cranes his neck to kiss the knuckles.

Though he'll mutter in faint amusement at Hansa's statement towards Alex]

Oh, you sing? Perhaps one day we can put on a duet with your voice and my lyre.

[the hand kisses are everywhere this week... emet accepts it, leaving his hand right where it is for now. things that absolutely kill me: feeling this much more affectionate toward hansa doesn't seem strange to him at all, so it only seems strange not to show chiron any as well. they now both get affection thanks to love arrow logic...]

They were simply benches of a similar style-- not for the same purpose.

[the city didn't exactly have churches. that's all he has to clarify for now, though.]

...Hm? Metal?

[He looks genuinely confused as Alex moves his sleeve up, but he's more than distracted as he turns back to Chiron. There's definitely still a big bite mark into the metal of his upper arm visible when the sleeve falls back, and he winces slightly - he's still sore.]]

You know, I never did hear your lyre, so that's an excellent idea. I think Emet-Selch would love it too.

[And pews, schmews. Same difference?]

Edited 2020-10-29 14:35 (UTC)

Um, yes. Back home I sing a few nights a week -- although I haven't sung with a lyre before. [ show her your lyre skills, chiron.

luckily, she's doesn't get to panic too much over the fact his arm has tooth marks in because how do they even fix a metal arm, this isn't an easy as wrapping a bandage over it and waiting for it to heal is it?--- because hansa's comment makes her look up, sharply. ]

... Yes, metal. The whole "70 per cent metal" thing...?

[ HANSA YOUR CYBORG PARTS. ]

[chiron can't even take a moment to explain his skills because he's too busy also giving hansa a look]

... I suppose as far as losses go, this one is mild.

[unless something breaks because even Chiron's skill has limits]

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