[WELL. STATISTICALLY SPEAKING THIS SHOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED BUT WE'RE JUST DESTROYING STATISTICS LEFT AND RIGHT IN THIS GAME AREN'T WE!!!!!
Dahut's taken it upon himself once again to track down everyone an hour or two after trial ends, just to make sure no one's wallowing in misery too badly or being stupid scientists and forgetting to eat. Wherever Viktor is, he approaches WITH A PLATE. It has a warm handpie on it! He's also carrying a glass of water.]
Dinner service, dinner service. Time to take a break and eat and regain your human shape!
[HE IS IN ONE OF THE LABS!!! Of course he is. He's a nerd and not only has he been rejuvenated from the wild ass tie, but he's also plagued by the insanity of extra energy he needs to get out.
The one difference is he is working on SOMETHING! It looks like the pelvis and legs of something. They're upright on the floor--the measurements of this thing based solely off the legs and waist must mean it's going to be about nine feet tall. Viktor is somewhat dwarfed by what he's working on.
Dahut gets him to look up, though!]
Do you even eat as much as you make sure the rest of us do?
WELL. If Viktor is somewhat dwarfed then Dahut is really dwarfed, and he approaches with open curiosity, head canting to the side.]
I eat more than most of you, probably! Three square meals a day! [Or like as close as they can get HERE IN HELLY BELLY. He'll just wait for Viktor to stop working and come get his plate like a mom calling their kids in from playing baseball on a muggy summer night.]
Once he's over, Dahut will hold out both plate and glass! There's probably nowhere to sit in these fucking labs but it's okay because Dahut is used to just sitting wherever the fuck in labs so he just drags some equipment over to use as tables and chairs.]
Mind telling me a little bit about it? It's really impressive already! Looks like it might even reach Monsieur Sidon's height.
[His tone is light, though a little less energetic than usual. Bro he's still puzzling out how this tie happened he hates it here.]
He now has his hands full, so he has to wait for little ass Dahut to do all the work for a table and seating. Then he puts it down and is free with his hands, but no work is left to help do. HELP ME.
He will drink some of this water at least....]
It's... I was trying to build a golem I could send into the Undercity. I'd like to use him to clean up what he can, to help others. He was just... the scribbles of blueprints mostly. His prototype here will be extremely rough... All the materials are whatever I can find decent in the garbage.
[NOT LITTLE ASS DAHUT he really does just have to huff and puff and tug things around all on his lonesome. This is fine. He perches on whatever thing he'd dragged over and looks over at the golem...]
Oh! So you can go into the dangerous places and not die, right? [Nodding, nodding. Useful tech!] Does he have a name?
[He isn't sure if this lil (big) helper dude should be cute... But he doesn't want it to be scary or intimidating either. The thing is meant to help people after all. Don't want Ultimate Rider Death coming at you full speed.]
More than likely. I'll have to figure out how to work the innards in a different way to accommodate the adjustment of energy.
Cute! A really cute name so everyone will know he's a friend!
[ULTIMATE RIDER DEATH imagine. i know nothing about Viktor's canon but this feels like it'd fit. ANYWAY he just leans forward a little, clearly interested in this.]
It's too bad that Shoma isn't here. This sounds like the kind of project he'd really love digging into, you know?
[The smile he gets isn't much of a smile because it's thoughtful and sad. He gazes at the dumb little duck feet of this thing not even a quarter built.]
[WHY DOES IT HAVE DUCK FEET I HATE IT HERE SO BAD. He glances between the golem and Viktor and his sad and thoughtful little nerd smile...]
...It's easy to miss some of them, huh? Even when you can see them every day, it's not the same at all. Being dead is pretty lonely even when you're not all the way dead, and even when you know that being lonely is better than the alternative.
[He'd said it to Lucien; that he'd rather be lonely here. It means less people join them. That sure doesn't make it suck any less, though!]
Dahut is right in the lack of ease despite having experience it very often, despite having experienced it as a child, too, when learning to navigate the world around.]
Do you think we'll see any of them ever again? What if... there isn't a way. What if we're as much ghosts as the ones we keep finding?
[HE REALLY JUST SAYS THINGS. NOT VIKTOR CONSTANTLY BEING :BEN: ABOUT IT HELP HE'S SO TIRED.]
Exactly! [Just beaming! He is the sort of asshole genius who refuses to think there's any problem he can't eventually figure out.]
The body may be weak, but the human heart is stronger than anything. If you keep chasing hope even when it's just the teeniest little speck in the distance, you'll catch up to it sooner or later!
[Every single time he has these conversations with Dahut, he thinks about the fact Dahut had a fucking chimera ass heart, that Dahut is a Reliver, and that he also took a peek inside said chimera ass heart.
Why is someone like Dahut counseling him, he'll never understand. He has no response, just the sort of bewildered look at Dahut's words.]
[DON'T JUST CONTEMPLATE HIS CHIMERA HEART ask him... ask him about it..........
He's just returning the baffled look with a lil curious cant of his head, blinking a bit owlishly. DON'T JUST RUN FROM HIS FRIENDSHIP SPEECHES. Though the mention of Callisto has his brow furrowing, lips pressing briefly together in a thin and worried line.]
[STOP. He's getting there..... The heart that got him in trouble, got him killed, and the heart that plagues Lucien's nightmares.]
Ah... Very... seriously. He really is a no nonsense kind of man, huh? I think he tried to trick me to see if I would slip up. He made it sound like you had told him already about Vash.
[WHY IS HIS HEART HAUNTING LUCIEN'S NIGHTMARES. BE NORMAL ABOUT HIS FREAKY LIL HEART.]
Oh! Aha, no, he knows that Monsieur Vash is here... [SWEET VIKTOR him just playing coy while Knives is out there like no he definitely told me.]
But! He doesn't know how he died or where his body is, and he doesn't know where we are. Though not even we know where we are for sure, so that part's a bit moot.
[Long story. Lots of ancient, Eldritch trauma among other things. It's fine. IT'S FINE! Also, he almost cornered Dahut and shoved his cane into Dahut's chest about it, but luckily... it was cleared up...]
I realized after talking to him more, yes. He said he didn't care--a little concerning--but... did you happen to tell Vash about this?
[STOP BEING ELDRITCH TRAUMATIZED BY HIS HEART WHAT THE FCK YALL. DAMN. Also that would have been so funny TCH misunderstandings being cleared :ben:
The idea that Knives "doesn't care" is definitely making both of his brows raise, though.]
Doesn't care that Monsieur Vash is here, you mean? [GIRL??? As for that, with a light sigh:] Someone else told him first, so he does at least know that his brother is here. He's apparently reluctant to talk about it, but I think I might try, anyway...
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Dahut's taken it upon himself once again to track down everyone an hour or two after trial ends, just to make sure no one's wallowing in misery too badly or being stupid scientists and forgetting to eat. Wherever Viktor is, he approaches WITH A PLATE. It has a warm handpie on it! He's also carrying a glass of water.]
Dinner service, dinner service. Time to take a break and eat and regain your human shape!
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The one difference is he is working on SOMETHING! It looks like the pelvis and legs of something. They're upright on the floor--the measurements of this thing based solely off the legs and waist must mean it's going to be about nine feet tall. Viktor is somewhat dwarfed by what he's working on.
Dahut gets him to look up, though!]
Do you even eat as much as you make sure the rest of us do?
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WELL. If Viktor is somewhat dwarfed then Dahut is really dwarfed, and he approaches with open curiosity, head canting to the side.]
I eat more than most of you, probably! Three square meals a day! [Or like as close as they can get HERE IN HELLY BELLY. He'll just wait for Viktor to stop working and come get his plate like a mom calling their kids in from playing baseball on a muggy summer night.]
What's this?
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He puts what's in his hands down and wipes them off on a shred of garbage towel before following the beckoning call of a mom's dinner ring.]
Something I had been conjuring back home. The blueprints. They weren't exactly finished, but... I had the time, so I decided to try here.
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Once he's over, Dahut will hold out both plate and glass! There's probably nowhere to sit in these fucking labs but it's okay because Dahut is used to just sitting wherever the fuck in labs so he just drags some equipment over to use as tables and chairs.]
Mind telling me a little bit about it? It's really impressive already! Looks like it might even reach Monsieur Sidon's height.
[His tone is light, though a little less energetic than usual. Bro he's still puzzling out how this tie happened he hates it here.]
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He now has his hands full, so he has to wait for little ass Dahut to do all the work for a table and seating. Then he puts it down and is free with his hands, but no work is left to help do. HELP ME.
He will drink some of this water at least....]
It's... I was trying to build a golem I could send into the Undercity. I'd like to use him to clean up what he can, to help others. He was just... the scribbles of blueprints mostly. His prototype here will be extremely rough... All the materials are whatever I can find decent in the garbage.
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Oh! So you can go into the dangerous places and not die, right? [Nodding, nodding. Useful tech!] Does he have a name?
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[This is why Dahut should go on a murdering spree. WOW, IS DAHUT THE KILLER IN THE GAME. THAT WOULD BE SOOOOO FUNNY. I'm Cassandra.]
Mm... [He peers up at the legs and butt of this thing.] Not yet. I wasn't sure what to name him...
Also... I have to figure out how to power him when I don't have hex crystals.
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He swings his legs a little, also observing the butt.]
You should come up with something cute! [CUTE. Anyway more importantly:] Can't you just power it with electricity?
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[He isn't sure if this lil (big) helper dude should be cute... But he doesn't want it to be scary or intimidating either. The thing is meant to help people after all. Don't want Ultimate Rider Death coming at you full speed.]
More than likely. I'll have to figure out how to work the innards in a different way to accommodate the adjustment of energy.
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[ULTIMATE RIDER DEATH imagine. i know nothing about Viktor's canon but this feels like it'd fit. ANYWAY he just leans forward a little, clearly interested in this.]
It's too bad that Shoma isn't here. This sounds like the kind of project he'd really love digging into, you know?
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Yes... He would, wouldn't he?
[Looks like someone was quite fond of Shoma.]
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...It's easy to miss some of them, huh? Even when you can see them every day, it's not the same at all. Being dead is pretty lonely even when you're not all the way dead, and even when you know that being lonely is better than the alternative.
[He'd said it to Lucien; that he'd rather be lonely here. It means less people join them. That sure doesn't make it suck any less, though!]
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Also very funny it was Dahut who said this after his own chat with Lucien.]
I know...
[But like Lucien, he is a tiny bit selfish. There is someone he'd like to have here even if, logically, he wants them alive.]
I'm familiar with being lonely at least.
[Maybe that is why it hurts so much to have a taste.]
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This is so funny though. But also very sad. Lonely guys! Dahut hums, a soft little sound, and nods in understanding.]
Familiarity doesn't always make things easier, either. [And in fact sometimes makes them worse! He knows it well.]
Even being satisfied with "just a little more" is hard, I think.
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Dahut is right in the lack of ease despite having experience it very often, despite having experienced it as a child, too, when learning to navigate the world around.]
Do you think we'll see any of them ever again? What if... there isn't a way. What if we're as much ghosts as the ones we keep finding?
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[DON'T JUST SAY IT SO CAVALIERLY. He reaches out to pat Viktor's hand, though...]
But I don't like the idea of that, and I don't think anyone else does, either. So we just have to make it so "there isn't a way" isn't possible!
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He glances up somewhat.]
Right.
[The whole reason he was in here tinkering away was because the ability to tie a needed vote had renewed some level of hope in him.]
We will.
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Exactly! [Just beaming! He is the sort of asshole genius who refuses to think there's any problem he can't eventually figure out.]
The body may be weak, but the human heart is stronger than anything. If you keep chasing hope even when it's just the teeniest little speck in the distance, you'll catch up to it sooner or later!
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Why is someone like Dahut counseling him, he'll never understand. He has no response, just the sort of bewildered look at Dahut's words.]
...I spoke to Callisto.
[DON'T JUST SWITCH TO THAT.]
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He's just returning the baffled look with a lil curious cant of his head, blinking a bit owlishly. DON'T JUST RUN FROM HIS FRIENDSHIP SPEECHES. Though the mention of Callisto has his brow furrowing, lips pressing briefly together in a thin and worried line.]
...How did it go?
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Ah... Very... seriously. He really is a no nonsense kind of man, huh? I think he tried to trick me to see if I would slip up. He made it sound like you had told him already about Vash.
[Being hustled by Millions Knives.]
...I didn't expect him to look identical to Vash.
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Oh! Aha, no, he knows that Monsieur Vash is here... [SWEET VIKTOR him just playing coy while Knives is out there like no he definitely told me.]
But! He doesn't know how he died or where his body is, and he doesn't know where we are. Though not even we know where we are for sure, so that part's a bit moot.
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I realized after talking to him more, yes. He said he didn't care--a little concerning--but... did you happen to tell Vash about this?
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The idea that Knives "doesn't care" is definitely making both of his brows raise, though.]
Doesn't care that Monsieur Vash is here, you mean? [GIRL??? As for that, with a light sigh:] Someone else told him first, so he does at least know that his brother is here. He's apparently reluctant to talk about it, but I think I might try, anyway...
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