Later in the evening, Dahut will approach wherever sweet Viktor is... He has another plate in his hands! And he bounces to the balls of his feet briefly after he comes to a stop in front of their newest dead.]
I made something better...! Is your stomach feeling okay? Do you think you can eat? Oh - I have water, too!
[NOT YOU RUNNING FASTLY IN HERE WHY IS THIS JUST REVERSE HOMO AAAAAA WHY IS OUR 52 COMMENTS ABOUT TO BE 400 OR SOMETHING
HE IS.... lying in his (bottom) pod of the little pod area. He watches Dahut appear with a fucking PLATE NOT THE PLATE. After a moment, he kind of sits up on his elbow, wincing gently.]
[IT REALLY IS US WAITING WITH OPEN ARMS ABOUT TO BUILD A 400 COMMENT CATCHALL.
Wow it keeps being the plate though doesn't it HELP. WELL. He'll move over to where Viktor's lying in his lil pod, sitting in front of the pod opening and offering the plate out.]
Yep! We don't have a lot of good sweet ingredients to work with, but there are some spices and things.
[It's like, poor man's bread with a side of grilled spam, but at least it's better than the pizza cookie...]
[He swings his legs carefully and slowly out of the pod so he can sort of sit up more and make room for Dahut. He's a bit hunched, but HE'S ALSO SHRIMPIFIED SO IT'S FINE.
Looking at this poor man's bread and grilled spam... Damn, he misses the living when he's starving unnaturally.]
Thank you... I don't understand... why you're being kind to me.
Dahut will pop back to his feet once there's room, though! And take a lil seat next to Viktor, holding the plate out.]
Ah, because of the heart? [BINCH.] Well! I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little mad when Monsieur Scien told me, but... he also mentioned something that I think I can understand. You're from a place where a looot of people are sick like you, right? And it's like that just because they had the misfortune of being in the wrong place. You want to make things better, don't you? For yourself, and for them.
I was trying to steal his work. [FOR THE RECORD.] I was trying to talk to him about it first. I was interested in the research, a discussion. Anything!
I thought I could take what I learned back home, perhaps make something with the Hextech that would help people like me. People in the Undercity who are sick, who are consumed by drugs, by the terrible air and water and working conditions.
[i will assume you meant wasn't and not was but this sentence made me laugh so hard.
ANYWAY HE JUST SIGHS VERY BIGLY, swinging his legs a little.]
Aaah, Monsieur Scien... [His fucking hamster....... is so violent and stupid.] He's very protective of his technology, and where we're from, it's for very good reason, but he's also silly and tends to overreact. ["SILLY". He clicks his tongue, shaking his head.]
I'm sorry... I'm sure it wasn't a very pleasant chat that the two of you had. I can try talking to him, but I imagine you've probably lost your interest in a discussion with him even if one could happen, huh...?
[NOT ME COMING HERE TO REPLY AND LOSING IT ALL OVER AGAIN FUCKING HELL MY TYPO
A mildly bitter sort of expression darkens his face. His jaw clenches, and he looks away. His right hand curls into a fist on his thigh.]
I don't want to discuss anything with him. I don't need his questionably conducted methods or technology to find a way to cure myself, or help the people of Zaun. I'll do it on my own.
[VIKTOR TO DAHUT'S FACE: SO ANYWAY I START STEALIN
Dahut just watches the little shifts in his expression and body language, though, quiet for a second or two. But he eventually reaches out, and very lightly rests his lil paw against the back of the hand curled into a fist.]
Determination, care and means are really the three most important ingredients in reaching even far-off goals, I think! And it seems like you have at least the first two, and the intelligence to make or find the third, so when you say you'll do it on your own, I believe you. But holding up so many lives isn't easy, so make sure you have the support you need too, okay?
As if he hadn't realized he needed to unclench a little, the hand slowly falls a bit more open under Dahut's own. Just ignore that.]
...I'm just an inventor. I'm not a savior; I don't care what Scien says. I want to help Zaun, yes, but... I'm not going to be able to change it overnight. Jayce is the one on the council. He has to change it from there.
I can only build the things needed to help Zaun become more hospitable.
[HELP the unclenchening. His expression is warm, though there's something a little contemplative in it.]
It sounds like you have your work cut out for you, then - but it also sounds like you have a good path to take, and a good head on your shoulders. I'm glad! I think it's important to value the hearts that want to enact positive change and strive to protect others even in the face of death.
[THE DAHUT PLATE DON'T JUST TURN THE WHOLE DAHUT INTO THE PLATE THAT'S MAKING VIKTOR LOSE IT. HELP!!!!
The question seems to catch him a little off his guard, though, and he blinks up with an owlish sort of surprised curiosity.]
Monsieur Scien, you mean? [His head cants just the tiniest bit to the side.] Well, we are two separate people, even if we're both Relivers... It's only natural that our values, thoughts and opinions won't always align. That's why we head two separate teams at the Institute, after all!
[YEAH, HE IS THE WHOLE PLATE. THAT IS HOW BEFUDDLED VIKTOR FEELS IN THIS INSTANCE.
The fact this will give me lore I rarely get from anyone else becauss I am too busy being shaken lore out of myself, BUT VIKTOR WON'T TAKE IT YET BECAUSE HE IS STILL KINDA SALTY. I'M MAD.]
I see. I don't know how you work with him, honestly.
[NOT THE WHOLE PLATE. ALSO ME LAUGHING when your own character shoots you in the foot and you just have to sit there and die.
Dahut pats his lil hand once before retracting his own, folding his hands neatly in his lap and swinging his legs a little.]
To be honest, it can get pretty frustrating! But I've known Monsieur Scien for a long time... This is normally where I'd say that he's not as terrible as his awful personality makes him seem, but I know he was especially unkind to you.
[bold of you to assume there will be a next time.......
BUT YEAH. YEAH HE SURE IS. SCIEN MAKES HIS LIFE SO HARD EVERY DAY AND ALSO EVERYONE ELSE'S LIFE SO HARD AND FOR WHAT.
His brow furrows a little at that, though. He'd heard a little bit, but he's also known Scien long enough to know that his words are indeed a more painful weapon than his terrible fuckin feet and the kicks that can snap bones.]
He doesn't like fighting with his fists, so he's really good at hitting with what he says instead, huh... I'm sorry that you had to deal with that. Even if he was mad and tired after everything, the last thing any of us need is extra cruelty.
[???????? DON'T JUST TAKE AWAY MY NEXT TIME, HELLO? GIVE THAT BACK.
Scien's route is now the route I will play through LAST for this transgression. Damn, I gotta play it to unlock the other ones. ANYWAY THE LAST OF THE FIRST HALF.]
...Forget it. I guess I can thank him for giving me the spite to run on.
Mm, you wouldn't be the first and you won't be the last to thank him for that! [Nothing like a verbal beatdown to ignite the soul...]
Still, I'll apologize on his behalf since he never will. And I know that it's hardly the same thing, but if you ever wanted to talk with me instead, I would welcome it!
[But alas, he has fewer braincells to pick compared to Scien...]
Don't let there be MORE people thanking Scien for the spite. That man needs to be throttled. The way my Sim meter keeps getting (- -) for Scien when I haven't even finished the game yet.]
The only apology I'd accept is from him. If he doesn't give it, I'll just never have it. [Washes his hands of that.] Sorry, but... I'm not interested in hearing anything.
But I don't mind helping figure out what's going on.
[YOU'RE RIGHT THOUGH HE DOES NEED TO BE THROTTLED. DAHUT ALSO AGREES.
He also seems perfectly fine to leave Scien and his unapologetic ass and also Reliver tech talk behind them, goodbye, he prefers things this way. ON TO THE MORE IMPORTANT STUFF:]
I'm glad for that, at least! We need aaall the brains we can get working on this, because it seems like things are actually pretty complex! Memory rewriting, missing dead, all kinds of things that sound like they're straight out of a mystery novel. Oh, and rats.
[GOODBYE TO MY LORE............. that y'all won't give me anyway because it has spoilers in it. (overlay image of remembering aki voice two comments ago) bold of you to think there will be a next time]
WHAT TRAUMA HAS HE GONE THROUGH WHEN WE ARE NOW ALL THE RATS. I HATE THIS.]
Okay...?
[HE'S FUCKING SCARED OF THE RATS NOW. Wow, this is really like being in the Undercity where there are apparently giant chem rad rats. Okay. He lifts his arm to pull up the IRIS, surprised the thing even still works.
[HE REALLY GOT RATNAPPED BEFORE WE FORMED THE RATPACK AND FOR WHAT...]
Unfortunately, we don't know a lot. Just that we're probably in the ship's belly and there are a looot of strange things happening... [Though as he's watching Viktor scroll, he seems to remember something! His expression lights up!]
Ah! I have a message for you, though! A message from Monsieur Lucien!
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Later in the evening, Dahut will approach wherever sweet Viktor is... He has another plate in his hands! And he bounces to the balls of his feet briefly after he comes to a stop in front of their newest dead.]
I made something better...! Is your stomach feeling okay? Do you think you can eat? Oh - I have water, too!
[HE'S STILL FUSSING.]
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HE IS.... lying in his (bottom) pod of the little pod area. He watches Dahut appear with a fucking PLATE NOT THE PLATE. After a moment, he kind of sits up on his elbow, wincing gently.]
Something better...?
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Wow it keeps being the plate though doesn't it HELP. WELL. He'll move over to where Viktor's lying in his lil pod, sitting in front of the pod opening and offering the plate out.]
Yep! We don't have a lot of good sweet ingredients to work with, but there are some spices and things.
[It's like, poor man's bread with a side of grilled spam, but at least it's better than the pizza cookie...]
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Looking at this poor man's bread and grilled spam... Damn, he misses the living when he's starving unnaturally.]
Thank you... I don't understand... why you're being kind to me.
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Dahut will pop back to his feet once there's room, though! And take a lil seat next to Viktor, holding the plate out.]
Ah, because of the heart? [BINCH.] Well! I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little mad when Monsieur Scien told me, but... he also mentioned something that I think I can understand. You're from a place where a looot of people are sick like you, right? And it's like that just because they had the misfortune of being in the wrong place. You want to make things better, don't you? For yourself, and for them.
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I was trying to steal his work. [FOR THE RECORD.] I was trying to talk to him about it first. I was interested in the research, a discussion. Anything!
I thought I could take what I learned back home, perhaps make something with the Hextech that would help people like me. People in the Undercity who are sick, who are consumed by drugs, by the terrible air and water and working conditions.
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ANYWAY HE JUST SIGHS VERY BIGLY, swinging his legs a little.]
Aaah, Monsieur Scien... [His fucking hamster....... is so violent and stupid.] He's very protective of his technology, and where we're from, it's for very good reason, but he's also silly and tends to overreact. ["SILLY". He clicks his tongue, shaking his head.]
I'm sorry... I'm sure it wasn't a very pleasant chat that the two of you had. I can try talking to him, but I imagine you've probably lost your interest in a discussion with him even if one could happen, huh...?
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A mildly bitter sort of expression darkens his face. His jaw clenches, and he looks away. His right hand curls into a fist on his thigh.]
I don't want to discuss anything with him. I don't need his questionably conducted methods or technology to find a way to cure myself, or help the people of Zaun. I'll do it on my own.
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Dahut just watches the little shifts in his expression and body language, though, quiet for a second or two. But he eventually reaches out, and very lightly rests his lil paw against the back of the hand curled into a fist.]
Determination, care and means are really the three most important ingredients in reaching even far-off goals, I think! And it seems like you have at least the first two, and the intelligence to make or find the third, so when you say you'll do it on your own, I believe you. But holding up so many lives isn't easy, so make sure you have the support you need too, okay?
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As if he hadn't realized he needed to unclench a little, the hand slowly falls a bit more open under Dahut's own. Just ignore that.]
...I'm just an inventor. I'm not a savior; I don't care what Scien says. I want to help Zaun, yes, but... I'm not going to be able to change it overnight. Jayce is the one on the council. He has to change it from there.
I can only build the things needed to help Zaun become more hospitable.
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It sounds like you have your work cut out for you, then - but it also sounds like you have a good path to take, and a good head on your shoulders. I'm glad! I think it's important to value the hearts that want to enact positive change and strive to protect others even in the face of death.
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THE DAHUT PLATE.]
Why are you doing this? I don't understand. You're nothing like him.
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The question seems to catch him a little off his guard, though, and he blinks up with an owlish sort of surprised curiosity.]
Monsieur Scien, you mean? [His head cants just the tiniest bit to the side.] Well, we are two separate people, even if we're both Relivers... It's only natural that our values, thoughts and opinions won't always align. That's why we head two separate teams at the Institute, after all!
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The fact this will give me lore I rarely get from anyone else becauss I am too busy being shaken lore out of myself, BUT VIKTOR WON'T TAKE IT YET BECAUSE HE IS STILL KINDA SALTY. I'M MAD.]
I see. I don't know how you work with him, honestly.
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Dahut pats his lil hand once before retracting his own, folding his hands neatly in his lap and swinging his legs a little.]
To be honest, it can get pretty frustrating! But I've known Monsieur Scien for a long time... This is normally where I'd say that he's not as terrible as his awful personality makes him seem, but I know he was especially unkind to you.
[FROWNING AT HIS GOOSE EGG AGAIN.]
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At least Dahut is self-aware. Scien aware? SOCIALLY AWARE.]
I would take the kick any day over the words he said to me.
[That is probably why he is so laissez about the goose egg.
The words hurt more than any hammer Eunhyuk could have hit him with.]
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BUT YEAH. YEAH HE SURE IS. SCIEN MAKES HIS LIFE SO HARD EVERY DAY AND ALSO EVERYONE ELSE'S LIFE SO HARD AND FOR WHAT.
His brow furrows a little at that, though. He'd heard a little bit, but he's also known Scien long enough to know that his words are indeed a more painful weapon than his terrible fuckin feet and the kicks that can snap bones.]
He doesn't like fighting with his fists, so he's really good at hitting with what he says instead, huh... I'm sorry that you had to deal with that. Even if he was mad and tired after everything, the last thing any of us need is extra cruelty.
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Scien's route is now the route I will play through LAST for this transgression. Damn, I gotta play it to unlock the other ones. ANYWAY THE LAST OF THE FIRST HALF.]
...Forget it. I guess I can thank him for giving me the spite to run on.
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There's a light little laugh at that, though.]
Mm, you wouldn't be the first and you won't be the last to thank him for that! [Nothing like a verbal beatdown to ignite the soul...]
Still, I'll apologize on his behalf since he never will. And I know that it's hardly the same thing, but if you ever wanted to talk with me instead, I would welcome it!
[But alas, he has fewer braincells to pick compared to Scien...]
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Don't let there be MORE people thanking Scien for the spite. That man needs to be throttled. The way my Sim meter keeps getting (- -) for Scien when I haven't even finished the game yet.]
The only apology I'd accept is from him. If he doesn't give it, I'll just never have it. [Washes his hands of that.] Sorry, but... I'm not interested in hearing anything.
But I don't mind helping figure out what's going on.
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He also seems perfectly fine to leave Scien and his unapologetic ass and also Reliver tech talk behind them, goodbye, he prefers things this way. ON TO THE MORE IMPORTANT STUFF:]
I'm glad for that, at least! We need aaall the brains we can get working on this, because it seems like things are actually pretty complex! Memory rewriting, missing dead, all kinds of things that sound like they're straight out of a mystery novel. Oh, and rats.
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I... met the rats.
[DRY. FLAT.
His brows furrow.]
What the hell is going on here?
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He also just stares off into the distance for a second...]
Don't let the rats carry you away, okay...
[DON'T GET RATNAPPED TWICE LIKE DAHUT. But after that, he'll bring up his IRIS with a flick of his wrist and send Viktor their fancy lil document.]
Here! This should explain things in more detail, but the gist is... we're not sure!
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WHAT TRAUMA HAS HE GONE THROUGH WHEN WE ARE NOW ALL THE RATS. I HATE THIS.]
Okay...?
[HE'S FUCKING SCARED OF THE RATS NOW. Wow, this is really like being in the Undercity where there are apparently giant chem rad rats. Okay. He lifts his arm to pull up the IRIS, surprised the thing even still works.
Brb, entering the Nerd Zone to read over this.]
...Please know more than just "we're not sure."
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Unfortunately, we don't know a lot. Just that we're probably in the ship's belly and there are a looot of strange things happening... [Though as he's watching Viktor scroll, he seems to remember something! His expression lights up!]
Ah! I have a message for you, though! A message from Monsieur Lucien!
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