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]

Do you like marigolds?

/resists urge to transplant own preference T__T Bias, I totally do not has it.

[whatdeheckisdat]

[What part of does not care do you not understa--

...

Dhaos needs to actually speak more often. Instead he... shakes his head again.]

It's hard to play a spoilsport. :P

[lostinmyway]

Oh, all right. [She thinks some more.] What about petunias? They're very pretty, aren't they?

Yes it is! XD; Sometimes I wish he would be more RESPONSIVE.

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Dhaos would probably have to see these flowers before he even considered giving Grune an answer.

...He's not even going to shake his head anymore.]

Don't worry--Grune will break down his barriers. ...Eventually!

[lostinmyway]

Zinnias?

[Just pick one, Dhaos. Because Grune could do this alllllll night. Hurr hurr.]

And then he'll just be quiet instead of unresponsive. LOL.

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Dhaos just decides to go with something that he hopefully won't regret later-- he doesn't exactly know bucketloads about flowers, but there are at least a few varieties he's familiar with. Because yep, he knows.]

...Peonies.

It's an improvement!

[lostinmyway]

Oh, I love peonies! I wonder if it's too late to plant them this year.

Oh yes >3

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Once again, Dhaos gives her a noncommittal grunt. He really doesn't know anything about peonies, only that they're enormous puffs and mun's favorite flowers ever that bloom every year.]

...You could try planting them anyway for next year. [Might have to wait until fall, though.]

[lostinmyway]

Oh, yes. Then you can look forward to having beautiful flowers in the spring. [Dhaos probably doesn't want to think about being here that long, Grune.]

[whatdeheckisdat]

[No, he doesn't.] ...Mm. If they grow.

[lostinmyway]

Oh, I'm sure they will.

[whatdeheckisdat]

...If you say so. [He's not sure how that works.]

[lostinmyway]

You'll see. They'll be so beautiful.

[whatdeheckisdat]

...Hopefully.

[lostinmyway]

[She smiles.] What's your favourite colour of peonies?

[whatdeheckisdat]

[He has no idea.] ...Lavender.

[lostinmyway]

Hmmm...lavender....

[whatdeheckisdat]

[It was better than hot pink, at least.]

[lostinmyway]

...All right! I'll make sure to grow lots of lavender peonies for you.

[whatdeheckisdat]

[...Grune, you are very difficult to stay angry with.] If you can find them.

[lostinmyway]

[Excellent. >D] I'll do my best! [Fistpump!] Charge!

[whatdeheckisdat]

[>3] Not off the roof. [...Because he still does not want to have to catch her.]

[lostinmyway]

Oh, I won't fall. [...Probably not, anyway.]

[whatdeheckisdat]

[He certainly hopes not.] You should climb down.

[lostinmyway]

Oh, do you think so?