002 - [Written/Action]

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Dhaos is, as a general rule, not a social person.  He certainly doesn't mind being surrounded by people, but when most of the residents of Luceti are human he finds himself half-wishing he could strangle some of the people around him.  As such, he's spent an awful lot of time in his apartment for the past few weeks, dwelling over the latest experiment and pretty much waiting for himself to calm down.

He really was powerless here.  Even if he had been weakened by mana deprivation and injury, the Demon King of Aselia controlled his own fate, made his own decisions, chose his own path.  But here, the Malnosso could do as they wished-- they could transform his body and erase his memories, wipe the urgency of Derris-Kharlan's situation from his mind, give his heart to another woman.  Dhaos had always been in control of his own fate, and the fates of others as well, and the change was... upsetting.

Although, as Dhaos once realized with an unhappy surprise, it was something of a relief not to be the one responsible for the lives and deaths of others...

Anyway, now that it's been long enough for Dhaos to think back on the experiment without throwing a fit or something similar, it's time to get something he's been wondering about straight. This is his first time using a filter, so he's not sure he has it done correctly, but he does his best.]

[Written, Filtered to Martel: 70% Unhackable]

I need to speak to you.

[Written, Unfiltered]

What are your worlds called? Do the people of different regions call it something different? Is there a meaning behind the name, or has it been lost to the ages?

[And after a minute:]

And if there is anyone else here from Derris-Kharlan, I would like to know.

[And he can be found reading in the library/on top of the library. It's been a little while and he still hasn't read up on any of the other worlds, so he's rectifying that today. And as always, feel free to find him stargazing at night.]

Comments

[lostinmyway]

[Grune is out wandering about aimlessly that night. Every now and again, she looks up at the stars. There are so many, and they're so beautiful, shining and shining away.

...Oh, my, is that her husb Dhaos? Her wanderings get a bit more direction.] Good evening!

[whatdeheckisdat]

[At the sound of that voice, Dhaos starts and looks down.

Grune.

And he looks away again. No, he totally did not see her... He's not angry anymore, but he's still trying to avoid his wife Grune like the plague.]

[lostinmyway]

[Yeah, good luck with that.] Oh, my, you're so high up. It looks like fun!

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Noncommittal grunt. It wasn't exactly hard to get up here-- he could probably climb even if he couldn't fly. He wouldn't, but still.]

[Action]

[fortunefail]

[Yuan sees that filter, there. Considering who it's directed at, he couldn't just ignore it- He puts those finely-tuned skills to use to hack it and he doesn't like what he sees. Not to mention that openly asking about Derris-Kharlan like that is a pretty risky move. It's a good thing Mithos is gone right now, or there might be trouble. That's why he decides to keep an eye on Dhaos.

That evening, when Dhaos is stargazing, Yuan will actually approach him. They haven't even talked since the experiment ended, so it's probably best to get this over with.]

[Action]

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Dhaos doesn't particularly like Mithos' attitude, but he really has no idea how good his timing is. Between what he's seen of both Martel and Mithos and what Arche has told him about them, he's decided it's about time he tried to sort this out for himself.

Dhaos hears Yuan's approach and turns to look at him, with a nod of acknowledgement. He was wondering when they'd run into each other again.]

[Action]

[fortunefail]

[Yuan nods as well, though it's a little stiffly. During the experiment, they were close friends, but in the end it's only made things more awkward. There are no memories of how they ever became friends, or why. Just that for almost two weeks, they were.]

Dhaos. Mind if I join you?

[Action]

[whatdeheckisdat]

[After being married to Grune, being Yuan's best friend for two weeks pales in comparison for Dhaos. Though it does make things a little strange.

He shakes his head.] No. Feel free.

[voice]

[corrinesbell]

[mind the strain in it]

Derris-Kharlan!

[...Nope. She didn't really know.]

[written]

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Oh look, it's Dhaos'... daughter. This isn't awkward at all.]

Derris-Kharlan.

[More as confirmation than anything else. He's waiting for a proper reaction, seeing as she seems to know what Derris-Kharlan is, at least.]

[written]

[corrinesbell]

The comet?

[written]

[whatdeheckisdat]

Yes.

[It was technically just a giant, inhabitable comet, after all.]

[Voice]

[floralprophecy.livejournal.com]

Well, the place I come from is called Barsburg. I'm not sure if there is any special meaning behind its name though.

[Written] Dhaos doesn't do voice .__.;

[whatdeheckisdat]

[What an unremarkable name.] Do you know how long it has existed?

[Written]

[floralprophecy.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm not certain, but at least a thousand years.

[Written]

[whatdeheckisdat]

There are few people who know exactly how old their worlds are.

[Written]

[imitatethelaugh.livejournal.com]

The World of Twelve. It's called such because there are twelve gods and goddesses that we tend to follow. You can tell who follows which god based on their appearance and mannerisms.

A Iop, for instance, is more than likely to say idiotic things and tend to stand out in a crowd.

[Written]

[whatdeheckisdat]

Interesting. Though with a dozen gods, one imagines conflict between the followers of each god to run rampant. [Dhaos' sense of humor... well, doesn't exist. So no comment on the last part.]

[Written]

[imitatethelaugh.livejournal.com]

That's not the case. Much of the conflict has to do with personal goals of the people and nations disagreeing with each other, than that.

voice

[screwthegods]

The Heavens are where the gods reside in my world. Mortals live in The Lower World, or Under Heaven. I'd imagine it was so named due to the arrogance of the gods, as much as its position.

written (yeah, I know >__>;;)

[whatdeheckisdat]

The general consensus seems to be that the gods have every right to be arrogant. [He's never met one, of course, but he would very much hope they were more reasonable than the beings they supposedly created.]

voice

[screwthegods]

Then I'd assume you'd never met one before now. [Although Homura is aware that not all gods are like the ones he knows.] You might be significantly unimpressed.

[voice] -late forever- orz

[seraphgoddess.livejournal.com]

[ That voice. If she recalled correctly, the person who was calling her was the man she briefly met when she first arrived to Luceti.

Now that she thought of it, she never did get his name. Her face blushed red at her rudeness. ]

Ah, alright. I'm very sorry but before we start, I believe I didn't catch your name at our first meeting.

[filtered, voice] S'all good, you're here! >3

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Ah, yes, his name. Dhaos had neither given his name nor asked for Martel's when they first met, and that was why it had taken so long for him to realize...]

Dhaos.

[It felt rather strange, introducing himself to the woman who had been a beloved sister not so long ago, but given how little they knew of each other it was really only polite.]

[filtered, voice]

[seraphgoddess.livejournal.com]

[ Settling back into her chair, she continued the conversation finally with the other's name in mind. ]

Alright, Dhaos. What is it that you wish to speak with me about?