Well. There is one way to end war, he supposes. If no one's alive to tell the tale. Steak takes a long, deep drink as the man speaks and exhales, exasperated at humanity more than the man speaking, as he begins to speak about the other, uh, bloke. A term for a man, he's guessing, given the context, but not one he's heard on Tierra.
He is a Food Soul, designed for war and battle, but that doesn't exclude him from thinking that humans can be absolutely ridiculous in their endeavours for power. The changes to Palata were enough proof of that. ]
Tch. Humans such as him only care for their own greed.
[ Humans who will take advantage of the deaths of their relatives and try to use Food Souls, or try to manipulate the country to their favour, they're all shades of the same greed which drives a man who start large scale wars. ]
For greed, for a twisted philosophy that they've come to believe as morally right. 'For the greater good.'
[It looks like Theseus may need to order a drink for himself now. The great war was difficult as is, but somehow, trying to stop one dark wizard from starting another war is just as bad. His hand grips tightly around his beer, remembering Grindelwald's words and cruelty just because he thinks that wizards are superior and destined to rule.
He's definitely in a poorer mood now, but the blame rests solely on himself.]
[ Whatever Theseus might be feeling, Steak doesn't seem to acknowledge it, the comment about the greater good sparking his own fire, distracting him from any things that involve feelings.
Though, is sparking really the correct word when you seem to always be smouldering with some sort of intense fire. ]
Hah! What kind of greater good could such people bring?
[ Battle is something which is necessary, something on which Steak thrives, but he doesn't believe it is something that needs hunting down in the form of more warfare or cults focused around human sacrifice. ]
[Someone that murders whomever gets in his way, claiming it's for peace in the end, Theseus doesn't believe it for one second. Just some self-delusion to justify their actions, even if Grindelwald does it with a certain level of charisma. It really only makes the Auror hate him more.
...
Merlin, he really hasn't thought about his world like this in a long time. He's not sure if that's a good or bad thing and the only real answer to this is drink the beer in his hand. Best decision for now.]
[She grins widely at his question, spreading her arms as though she were presenting in front of an audience, and not wearing a threadbare prison tunic.]
I’m an entertainer! I travel the world, spreading joy and laughter!
[She’s perfectly aware that this isn’t the answer to the question he was asking. He's just gonna have to deal with it.]
[Hehehe. She’s being difficult and she knows it, but why in the world would she make things easy for this guy? He hasn’t yet given her any reason to oblige him.]
So angry! And how was I supposed to know that? It’s not like I can read minds!
[Anymore, at least.]
Why, what do you think I am? Seems like you’ve already formed some thoughts on the matter!
[She sneers at him, baring sharp little gremlin teeth. He may claim to be a food spirit, but he still stinks like a cop!]
[ exCUSE YOU?! Like his head isn't already throbbing from this headache which seems to refuse to budge, now he has the headache of Red Wine being like this. ]
Am I supposed to feel sorry for myself being here?! [ He can not like a situation and accept that it's happened. And a gathering like this, for people like them, is a useful source of information and an excellent way to make contacts.
Even if putting on a mask and doing the waltz makes him feel mildly ridiculous. ]
I'm sure you don't need me to tell you how you're supposed to feel about being here. [Red Wine replies coldly.
There's a reason that the mask he brought along with him has remained tied at his belt for the entire evening. A reason he hasn't chosen to dance yet, when ordinarily an affair like this one would find him in his element. He thinks it's farcical to even pretend that he's enjoying even a moment of being trapped here.]
I doubt I would have attended at all, if Caren hadn't requested an escort.
[ Well, many Food Souls do use the term Master. Steak's relationship with his Attendant was a little less heavy on the honourifics, though no less respectful. ]
He was... [ Hm. It's been a long time since he's had to describe his former Attendant. ] a good man. He cared for his home and was forward. ... He was an idiot with women.
[ That sounds like a whole load of thinking Steak has never done in his life. Bad things happen, but one has to move on sooner or later or things consume.
For every Bloody Mary escaping out of the ballroom before he or Red Wine could catch the bastard, there's his Attendant finally expressing his love for madam. ... Or some good whiskey. ]
I doubt anyone cares.
[ Steak certainly doesn't. It seems like plenty of people are being generous with their alcohol intake to him.
(He can relate on the feeling of stiffness, though. He makes a better bodyguard than guest at things like this.) ]
I wanted to meet new people.
[ Honestly, bluntly. He doesn't know that many people yet, and if he's going to be stuck here, he may as well work on making some sort of life here. ]
You're just taking this all in, huh? Don't tell me this kind of stuff happens to you all the time.
[Jumping into a new world, dreaming of a real place with real dangers, and then having a party. Of all of those things, how did the party become the strangest to happen to him?
Meeting new people. He should be like that, meeting people and making friends.]
Did you meet anyone interesting yet?
[Maybe he's just trying to avoid meeting them. Even though he shouldn't.]
[ He would rather it never happened in the first place but... ]
What's happened has happened. [ He can change a lot of things, but not his arrival here, nor the fact that parts of him are slowly changing. So, instead, Steak thinks about the question, if only for a moment. ]
Everyone. They're from very different worlds to my own.
[ It's not even a cop out, the fact that no one recognises what he is, or understands Tierra is, in and of itself, interesting.
[ It's an exercise of... Well, Steak isn't really sure, but passing the battery back and forth feels pointless. Magic in, magic out. ]
Who's defensive?!
[ He's just... angry. So angry, constantly since the Mirrorbound were freed. Snapping at this woman, no matter how absurd it might be, provides an outlet for the nameless rage gnawing at him.
[Once the battery is full again, she drains it, (despite the arguing, they're working together like clockwork) and with it another wave of anger. This time it's decidedly unnatural, something so visceral and physical she sways on her feet, nearly dizzy with it.]
[ Not that he's any less angry, or frustrated, but seeing this woman swaying on her feet is enough to distract Steak for the moment, and he frowns, stepping towards her. ]
[ She leans forward, reaching out to try and touch the battery as well, if only to see if she can feel anything. She's not an expert, after all. Just an amateur, at best. ]
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Date: 2019-10-19 09:33 pm (UTC)Well. There is one way to end war, he supposes. If no one's alive to tell the tale. Steak takes a long, deep drink as the man speaks and exhales, exasperated at humanity more than the man speaking, as he begins to speak about the other, uh, bloke. A term for a man, he's guessing, given the context, but not one he's heard on Tierra.
He is a Food Soul, designed for war and battle, but that doesn't exclude him from thinking that humans can be absolutely ridiculous in their endeavours for power. The changes to Palata were enough proof of that. ]
Tch. Humans such as him only care for their own greed.
[ Humans who will take advantage of the deaths of their relatives and try to use Food Souls, or try to manipulate the country to their favour, they're all shades of the same greed which drives a man who start large scale wars. ]
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Date: 2019-10-22 12:58 am (UTC)[It looks like Theseus may need to order a drink for himself now. The great war was difficult as is, but somehow, trying to stop one dark wizard from starting another war is just as bad. His hand grips tightly around his beer, remembering Grindelwald's words and cruelty just because he thinks that wizards are superior and destined to rule.
He's definitely in a poorer mood now, but the blame rests solely on himself.]
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Date: 2019-10-22 10:01 pm (UTC)Though, is sparking really the correct word when you seem to always be smouldering with some sort of intense fire. ]
Hah! What kind of greater good could such people bring?
[ Battle is something which is necessary, something on which Steak thrives, but he doesn't believe it is something that needs hunting down in the form of more warfare or cults focused around human sacrifice. ]
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Date: 2019-10-25 05:38 am (UTC)[Someone that murders whomever gets in his way, claiming it's for peace in the end, Theseus doesn't believe it for one second. Just some self-delusion to justify their actions, even if Grindelwald does it with a certain level of charisma. It really only makes the Auror hate him more.
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Merlin, he really hasn't thought about his world like this in a long time. He's not sure if that's a good or bad thing and the only real answer to this is drink the beer in his hand. Best decision for now.]
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Date: 2019-10-19 09:51 pm (UTC)And, honestly, if she wasn't a stranger, and this wasn't a potential home for someone, he'd have his swords out now. Or at least be considering it.
As it is, he'll suffice for glaring fiercely. ]
And what the hell are you supposed to be?!
[ She has the pointed ears of an elf, sure, but he's going to turn the tables, dammit! ]
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Date: 2019-10-19 11:12 pm (UTC)I’m an entertainer! I travel the world, spreading joy and laughter!
[She’s perfectly aware that this isn’t the answer to the question he was asking. He's just gonna have to deal with it.]
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Date: 2019-10-22 08:49 pm (UTC)That's not what I mean, you—! [ jerk. ]
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Date: 2019-10-23 05:04 am (UTC)So angry! And how was I supposed to know that? It’s not like I can read minds!
[Anymore, at least.]
Why, what do you think I am? Seems like you’ve already formed some thoughts on the matter!
[She sneers at him, baring sharp little gremlin teeth. He may claim to be a food spirit, but he still stinks like a cop!]
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Date: 2019-12-06 10:27 am (UTC)I know where we are, bastard. I helped decorate it.
[ He is very, very aware what this place is. But Red Wine is still a bastard who needs kicking. ]
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Date: 2019-12-06 01:01 pm (UTC)[Amazing, really, how 'people' can sound so much like 'misguided idiots' when it's said in the right kind of tone.]
Clearly I was giving you too much credit in thinking you might be better than that.
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Date: 2019-12-06 01:13 pm (UTC)Am I supposed to feel sorry for myself being here?! [ He can not like a situation and accept that it's happened. And a gathering like this, for people like them, is a useful source of information and an excellent way to make contacts.
Even if putting on a mask and doing the waltz makes him feel mildly ridiculous. ]
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Date: 2019-12-07 09:33 pm (UTC)There's a reason that the mask he brought along with him has remained tied at his belt for the entire evening. A reason he hasn't chosen to dance yet, when ordinarily an affair like this one would find him in his element. He thinks it's farcical to even pretend that he's enjoying even a moment of being trapped here.]
I doubt I would have attended at all, if Caren hadn't requested an escort.
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Date: 2019-12-06 11:01 am (UTC)He was... [ Hm. It's been a long time since he's had to describe his former Attendant. ] a good man. He cared for his home and was forward. ... He was an idiot with women.
[ In other words: He was a lot like Steak. ]
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Date: 2019-12-08 04:57 am (UTC)Ah....he does sound like...a normal man. I thought he'd be...I'm not sure.
More magical perhaps?
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Date: 2019-12-11 07:35 pm (UTC)Summoning a Food Soul isn't magical?
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Date: 2019-12-16 03:09 am (UTC)Just...I am used to the idea of those being able to summon being something more. A mage, if you will, able to do other things with energy.
when you don't know what game mechanics count as ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Date: 2019-12-06 12:16 pm (UTC)For every Bloody Mary escaping out of the ballroom before he or Red Wine could catch the bastard, there's his Attendant finally expressing his love for madam. ... Or some good whiskey. ]
I doubt anyone cares.
[ Steak certainly doesn't. It seems like plenty of people are being generous with their alcohol intake to him.
(He can relate on the feeling of stiffness, though. He makes a better bodyguard than guest at things like this.) ]
I wanted to meet new people.
[ Honestly, bluntly. He doesn't know that many people yet, and if he's going to be stuck here, he may as well work on making some sort of life here. ]
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Date: 2020-01-06 05:53 am (UTC)[Jumping into a new world, dreaming of a real place with real dangers, and then having a party. Of all of those things, how did the party become the strangest to happen to him?
Meeting new people. He should be like that, meeting people and making friends.]
Did you meet anyone interesting yet?
[Maybe he's just trying to avoid meeting them. Even though he shouldn't.]
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Date: 2020-01-12 09:41 pm (UTC)[ He would rather it never happened in the first place but... ]
What's happened has happened. [ He can change a lot of things, but not his arrival here, nor the fact that parts of him are slowly changing. So, instead, Steak thinks about the question, if only for a moment. ]
Everyone. They're from very different worlds to my own.
[ It's not even a cop out, the fact that no one recognises what he is, or understands Tierra is, in and of itself, interesting.
... and frustrating, admittedly. ]
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Date: 2020-02-08 07:23 pm (UTC)Who's defensive?!
[ He's just... angry. So angry, constantly since the Mirrorbound were freed. Snapping at this woman, no matter how absurd it might be, provides an outlet for the nameless rage gnawing at him.
It doesn't fix it, but it feels good. ]
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Date: 2020-02-09 02:28 am (UTC)[Once the battery is full again, she drains it, (despite the arguing, they're working together like clockwork) and with it another wave of anger. This time it's decidedly unnatural, something so visceral and physical she sways on her feet, nearly dizzy with it.]
...We need to stop. There's something wrong.
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Date: 2020-02-09 07:13 pm (UTC)What is it?
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Date: 2020-02-08 08:14 pm (UTC)Ugh... Alright.
[ ... Nope. Nothing. He snatches it away and shakes it insistently, as though that will somehow make it work again. ]
What the hell...? This is nonsense.
[ His grip on that battery is becoming alarmingly firm. ]
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Date: 2020-02-08 08:35 pm (UTC)[ She leans forward, reaching out to try and touch the battery as well, if only to see if she can feel anything. She's not an expert, after all. Just an amateur, at best. ]
Are we doing this incorrectly?
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Date: 2020-02-09 08:01 pm (UTC)I... don't know.
[ He really should have paid more attention to the Coven's talk when he first arrived. So, instead, Steak hands it over. ]
You try.
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