[ Oh, but speaking of daemons, Finley did have to usher the girls off her back to follow Kotetsu so he doesn't get bond-damaged. But when he and her return back, she's going to curl around the both of them protectively.
Too bad he missed the lore of what van Zieks said, rip.
Anyway, he's going to go over to Sholmes first with the water, since he needs the most help with things and because he's a sleepy bitch. He sets the bowl aside before kneeling before him. ]
Sorry...
[ He whispers before starting to undo the buttons on Sholmes, his eyes focused on his fingers making work of the clothes, avoiding looking at Sholmes directly.
[Kotetsu really doesn't have to apologize, because the man's attention here is completely and utterly drawn by what the other has said. Who cares about getting shirtless, what the HECK.]
An angel? What...what did the angel look like? Was it...was it an Angel of Dust?
[SIGHS.] The garden had almost completely died. An angel calling itself Uriel was there, waiting to give someone the last living clipping of the Tree of Knowledge. Once they had, we were urged to go, upon the arrival of another angel they called the Lord Regent. Uriel was our size but this Lord Regent was much larger, and attempted to stop us at all costs.
[ Wow, rude. He's here, too, and might have missed the first bit, but he's still surprised. His hands are paused in undoing Sholmes' shirt, looking over at van Zieks. ]
Uriel said we would know when the time was right to do so. They also said we should not listen to the angels that attempt to convince us to murder, though I hardly needed that confirmation.
The impression I received was that the Lord Regent has the ability to track us between worlds, so I do not think it matters much what I say.
However, Hopefully the wound I thrust into his chest and the blinding he recieved from Adelheid slows him down somewhat. [Adelheid mewps from where she's curled up next to Finley.]
[ Finley gives Adelheid a soft nuzzle. Good job! ]
Yeah, but... people here are being influenced by them, right? It's not that I don't want to trust everyone. It's just...
[ People keep dying?
But anyway. He gets back to stripping Sholmes from his shirt, tossing it to the side. Messy clothes can get thrown wherever. He then reaches to get the wet rag, wringing it out. ]
... Alright. You raise a fair point. I won't have this information widely shared, then. Only to a few. It is important that some people know the details, in case I am not alive when it is time to plant it.
[REACHING OVER TO SMACK VAN ZIEKS ON THE KNEE WITH HIS STUMP]
Oh don't dare say such things. [...] But I'll acknowledge your reasoning. It is best not to put things out in the open, lest the wrong ears hear it. But yes...I think we should ask what our masked benefactors have. Perhaps that's a key to all of this.
Someone approached me... They were looking for items that belong to the Watchers. I got asked because of where I went before. We didn't find anything like that, but... There are more, from what I've... they've heard.
[ He'll leave the smacking to Sholmes while he focuses on cleaning up the fool. ]
...On the scrolls we see in every world, the ones that talk about us, our skills...the Watchers are there too. And they each have items listed, but they're more like...concepts. Ideas. Like "the stars". "The day".
Perhaps they're actual items, hidden with sch titles.
About their items, yes. But I... I am not certain about the cutting from the tree. We do not know whose side they are truly on. For all we know, they could be affiliated with this Lord Regent.
Neither of you will put yourselves in danger simply to spare me from it. [JUST BECAUSE I AM THE BABY IN THIS ROOM DOES NOT MEAN YOU GET TO TREAT ME LIKE ONE.]
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We found the Garden of Eden and fought an angel.
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Too bad he missed the lore of what van Zieks said, rip.
Anyway, he's going to go over to Sholmes first with the water, since he needs the most help with things and because he's a sleepy bitch. He sets the bowl aside before kneeling before him. ]
Sorry...
[ He whispers before starting to undo the buttons on Sholmes, his eyes focused on his fingers making work of the clothes, avoiding looking at Sholmes directly.
Do continue your conversation. ]
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An angel? What...what did the angel look like? Was it...was it an Angel of Dust?
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[SIGHS.]
The garden had almost completely died. An angel calling itself Uriel was there, waiting to give someone the last living clipping of the Tree of Knowledge. Once they had, we were urged to go, upon the arrival of another angel they called the Lord Regent. Uriel was our size but this Lord Regent was much larger, and attempted to stop us at all costs.
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[Huh.]
And do you have this last living clipping?
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[He's not answering the first question because he thinks it's pretty obvious.]
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Why did they want to do that?
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Plant it?
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Uriel said we would know when the time was right to do so. They also said we should not listen to the angels that attempt to convince us to murder, though I hardly needed that confirmation.
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However, Hopefully the wound I thrust into his chest and the blinding he recieved from Adelheid slows him down somewhat.
[Adelheid mewps from where she's curled up next to Finley.]
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Yeah, but... people here are being influenced by them, right? It's not that I don't want to trust everyone. It's just...
[ People keep dying?
But anyway. He gets back to stripping Sholmes from his shirt, tossing it to the side. Messy clothes can get thrown wherever. He then reaches to get the wet rag, wringing it out. ]
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[Now he's just shirtless. Thanks. He does have a slightly healed wound over his left shoulder - and some reddened, burnt skin.]
Kotetsu. [And he looks back to him.] Do be careful. And regarding the angels...well, I assume they have their ways. Their terribly manipulative ways.
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... Alright. You raise a fair point. I won't have this information widely shared, then. Only to a few. It is important that some people know the details, in case I am not alive when it is time to plant it.
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[ Way to not talk much about this beyond that, but he's thinking out loud.
But he heeds the warnings of Sholmes and reaches up, being very gentle with the rag, his eyes following his hand movement. ]
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...
[REACHING OVER TO SMACK VAN ZIEKS ON THE KNEE WITH HIS STUMP]
Oh don't dare say such things. [...] But I'll acknowledge your reasoning. It is best not to put things out in the open, lest the wrong ears hear it. But yes...I think we should ask what our masked benefactors have. Perhaps that's a key to all of this.
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I would rather be prepared! [HMPH!! But yeah uh.]
What do you mean by that, the Watcher's possessions?
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[ He'll leave the smacking to Sholmes while he focuses on cleaning up the fool. ]
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Perhaps they're actual items, hidden with sch titles.
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Perhaps. Though I am uncertain as to how much of this to discuss with them.
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[ Is that putting himself in danger? Maybe. Maybe it is. It's hard to say...
Meanwhile, he's wiping the spot that seems to be most injured on Sholmes, very light. ]
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I may ask on my end, as well. It wouldn't hurt.
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Neither of you will put yourselves in danger simply to spare me from it.
[JUST BECAUSE I AM THE BABY IN THIS ROOM DOES NOT MEAN YOU GET TO TREAT ME LIKE ONE.]
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You need to stay alive to protect it. It's best for you to keep it safe for now.
[ But he looks between the two of them. ]
You're the injured ones. You need to recover. I'll be fine.
[ He shifts to stand up, rinsing the rag off before taking Sholmes' jaw in his hand. He's going to clean his face off now. ]
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