pc catchall for ray (selfimmolates)

[requiemed]

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[requiemed]

[After a moment:]

I don’t mind telling you who mine is.

[selfimmolates]

... Are you sure?

[requiemed]

You don’t seem like the kind of person who’s immediately going to tell everyone else. Unless I’m off on that?

[selfimmolates]

... Heh. Well, no.

[requiemed]

I didn’t think so.

[And, as such:]

It’s Love.

[selfimmolates]

... Don't tell me that if someone did use an ability on me, it was you.

[requiemed]

I can sincerely promise I didn’t do anything to you.

[selfimmolates]

[...

he sighs, running a hand through his bangs.]

Anyway, this doesn't surprise me at all. That seems exactly like the kind of mind games Love would play.

[requiemed]

I don’t think it’s mind games, I think it’s just... That she wants us to trust each other.

[Anyways.]

Were you right about us having the same god?

[selfimmolates]

[he scowls.]

I was tasked in the first week to learn at least two people's alignments, because they decided I needed a push to be more social. Afterwards, I was told that others in my faction were probably closer than I realized.

The moment you said your god told you to find out my alignment specifically, I had a feeling it was her. I bet she's laughing at me right now.

[what do you think the answer is, zoe.]

[requiemed]

[It’s a little surprising to her; if Cunning weren’t the way Cunning is, that would have been her guess for his god. So, for curiosity’s sake:]

What made you pick her?

[selfimmolates]

That, I'm not answering. Sorry.

I probably don't need to tell you to keep this to yourself. Only one other person knows my alignment; otherwise, it's not one most would associate with me, and I'd like to keep it that way.

[yeah, he's aware that cunning is the obvious choice for him.]

[requiemed]

[She pauses, then nods.]

Yeah. I wasn’t going to tell anyone anyways, so...

[selfimmolates]

Thanks.

I know of two other people aligned with Love—but I didn't get it directly from them, so I can't verify the validity of this.

[a pause, as something occurs to him.]

Oh, and by the way: what'd you offer to Indulgence? He snubbed me last week, and I haven't tried again with him.

[requiemed]

I think I know one of them, but it’s just a guess at this point.

[She sighs, though.]

Sorry. I said I’d talked to all of them, I should have said all of them except Indulgence. I tried back when we couldn’t take anything out of the rooms, so I just prayed. I’m thinking of trying to grab one of the bottles of wine from the parlor next time l try... That’s pretty indulgent, right?

[selfimmolates]

[dang.]

I suggested alcohol to someone else who agreed to try Indulgence... I'll see what they did and get back to you.

On the bright side, while he seems picky as hell, I was told he doesn't get offended easily, so he probably won't curse us for experimenting.

[requiemed]

How generous of him.

Speaking of curses... It’s fine if you still don’t want to tell me, but can I ask which god did the glitter thing? I want to know who to be careful of.

[selfimmolates]

Disorder. She actually apologized this week and has been so nice that it's pretty suspicious.

[requiemed]

Oh, yeah, I don’t trust her for a second. She did the whole fake nice thing while openly lying to my face, so... Be careful, I guess.

[selfimmolates]

I will. At the very least, it doesn't hurt to be nice to her.

What'd she say to you?

[requiemed]

Remember the thing with Chuuya, where he said that she punched through a wall and then threatened him?

She said none of that happened. I mean, I guess there’s a chance he could be lying, but I think she stands to gain more by convincing people it didn’t actually happen.

[selfimmolates]

Yeah, she told me he blew things out of proportion. [a beat.] She had to be a little honest with me, since I knew she cursed me 'cause she was pissed off at him, and it'd probably look worse if instead she claimed to have done that for no reason.

[requiemed]

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but at least it was just glitter.

[She tilts her head.]

On the other hand, surprisingly, you can say just about anything to Cunning and he won’t curse you. Probably.

[selfimmolates]

Cunning likes me, so I think we're good for now.

[requiemed]

...You realize that’s not a good thing, right?