[lets you match me once i dump mine on top of your head
WHAT THE FCK IS IN HERE, ONE OF THE RATS? The noise startles him a little at first, but then when he realizes nothing is aki naruto running him down, he will approach the cabinet.......
The rattling is weird and unnerving, but it's when the cabinet goes still that he really gets the hair standing on the back of his neck. Hesitantly, he reaches out to very tentatively try opening the cabinet door.]
Viktor opens the cabinet door and is immediately disintegrated by a trap laser cannon.
No just kidding - he opens the door and... there's Dahut! Wow. He's so small that he can fit under here, and he looks like he's in the middle of working with some sort of lab tool, though he also has a handpie that he appears to be snacking on?? He freezes midbite.]
—Not you, too!!
[A VOID OPENS UP BELOW BOTH OF THEM AND SUCKS THEM INTO HELL Dahut just shrieks.]
DON'T JUST BE HIDING IN THE CABINET AND SCREAM WHEN HE OPENS THE DOOR FOR THEM TO BE VORTEXED!!!!!!!
Dahut is sitting on a stool in nothing but his underwear and the mechanical brace attached to his right leg. The room is dim, sterile, and chilly. Even chillier when he is so scrawny, thin as a rail--his legs, his arms, his torso. The ache which has never really gone away in his back, his shoulders, and his pelvis worsens with his mounting anxiety. He uses a scalpel to carve bizarre runes into--everywhere: the skin of his right leg, the metal of the brace.
He lifts the injector gun, watching what he knows is Shimmer slosh around in the tubing. This is the first test.]
ALSO LISTEN!!! He really did just do that to Viktor, didn't he. It's fine because he gets SOCKED BY A VIKTOR MEMORY IN EXCHANGE. This is a fuckin wild thing to experience! Every part of it, from the full-body aches he's never had in this specific way, to the implementation of something that he knows is dangerous. He can feel it in the shake of his - Viktor's - hand as he holds the injector gun.
But the results are... really stunning, aren't they? The results are truly beautiful, like a miracle from god. A man able to stand again, walk again, and then run with all the health in the world. As a scientist, he can understand the allure of playing with fire and getting burned if the resulting scar is worth what's gained.
Coming back down from the memory leaves him with his hands over his memory bank in a somewhat reflexive gesture. He doesn't have the same limiters Scien does, so he has to take care - the influx of emotions from these are hard on him, and it takes him a second or two to process everything.]
[It is a shock to re-experience something so pivotal and also so pathetic. It's a shock to experience it with someone else, for another person to see the secrets stowed away, hidden from the world out of fear.
He stumbles back until he regains his footing, his heart racing wild in his chest.]
[SWEET VIKTOR. Dahut moves after him a little, like he's prepared to catch him if he tumbles, hands held gentle and at the ready.
There's a little bit of trepidation, perhaps, if only because this is such a very visceral reaction... But only a little. finally i am playing someone who won't politely look away from memories and be like I WON'T ASK.]
He remains on his legs! Somehow! But his hands are quivering slightly. He tries to level his breathing, though it's not so wild he might faint. Rattled, he's rattled.]
It... had worked. It had worked... at first. It was responding to... organic material...
The way that Dahut's desire to learn more is currently at war with his desire to fuss. He reaches out like he's going to rest a hand on him, but thinks better of it given how shaken Viktor currently seems to be, so he just ends up nervously wringing his hands instead.]
[He flips out again. No, it's fine. He is unhinged, but also soft of heart. That's why the heart has to come out later, haha!
He bends at the shoulders and holds himself, but then starts pacing back and forth, shaking his head.]
It didn't! It learned! It was learning! But I-- [He stops and stares off into the middle distance.] A hypothesis should always be retested.
A piece of equipment should always be able to be tested again and work the same way, produce the same results! So I... I did it again... I tried... to do it again.
[DON'T JUST SAY THAT'S WHY THE HEART HAS TO COME OUT LATER HELLO.
Dahut will give him some space to do his manic pacing, folding his arms over his stomach and watching as he goes to and fro in this fucking hellvoid. It's not like he can disagree with any of this, as a scientist. Hypotheses do need to be tested and retested, even at the risk of sacrifice.]
What happened when you tried it again, Monsieur Viktor?
[WOW HE JUST WATCHED A PERSON BECOME ASH IN REALTIME. MY GOD.
This is also so many emotions. Viktor is such an emotional person. He's out here having all of these big feelings and Dahut's little freak heart is having trouble processing them, so as they tear back out of the arms of this memory, now he's the one hunching over a little. His hands are both on his chest, over his memory bank, and he has to take several deep breaths to ensure that he doesn't start careening toward a crash.]
He's heaving, hyperventilating. It takes a moment. In the midst of it, he stumbles toward Dahut, reaching up to catch a hold of Dahut's shoulder. PLEASE DON'T GET CHINATSU SNAPPED ON HIM, HE'LL MCLOSE IT. HIS SANITY IS HANGING ON BY A SINGLE THREAD.]
Are you... alright?
[He's remembering the trial. He's remembering what Scien said, what they all speculated.]
Dahut disintegrates, becoming ash and also flying away on the wind.
No just kidding, but he's very still for a second or two as he fastly tries to process all of this. MY GOD. Eventually, though, he'll reach up to place his own hand on the hand at his shoulder.]
That should be my question, monsieur... I'm so sorry.
[Both that this happened and that he had to relive it while sharing it with A DAHUT.]
[STOP Viktor just emerges from the void with only Dahut's ashes.]
Please, you certainly don't have to apologize either. [He straightens, then, shifting so he can remove Viktor's hand from his shoulder and holding it between his own instead.]
...I'm speculating that it's the nanites again. This has happened more than once and nothing else has, except for the... parts disappearing. But I think that's just the Helly Belly digestion. [CALL IT ANYTHING ELSE.]
He swallows, feeling dirty for having Dahut hold his hand. The hand that really vaporized her away! And now Dahut is holding it like a saint. (why did my fingers try to type leech?????)]
...Yes. [His chin drops, head lowering with guilt. He looks anywhere not Dahut's face and eyes.] Sky... She was... our assistant.
[YOU REALLY SAID LEECHES YOU LEECHES YOU LEECHES YOU.
Dahut will continue to hold this hand that vaporized a wholeass person into dust, seemingly unbothered by it. i typed vampirize oh no.]
... [Silence, for a moment. His expression shifts into something soft in its empathetic hurt. He doesn't have an assistant to lose, but losing Scien, even for just a short four hours, had been such an awful thing.]
[ME WAKING UP TO REMEMBERING I ALMOST TYPED HE WAS HOLDING HIS HAND LIKE A LEECH.
Anyhow, glad Scien and Viktor continue to be almost the same person in a way. What's the harm in killing some assistants? He wishes Dahut wouldn't look at him like that, like Sidon does too sometimes. He feels so disgusting getting sympathy after doing something so horrendous.]
Yes... It was... a few days before I woke up here.
[NO FEET, LEECHES FOR HANDS, WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE.
This is so funny though they really are the same person in a way. Sickly twink rat version of Scien out here departicling assistants. Dahut cannot help what he looks like or is looking like, so Viktor will just have to perish under unwanted empathy as his evil little blasty paw is held.]
Dealing with that kind of grief on top of everything else on arrival must have been so difficult... What a dangerous thing...
[Viktor's fucking DEATH CUBE OF DISINTEGRATION that is.]
[THAT ISN'T WHAT HE MEANT, YOU STUPID DONUT. LISTEN HERE. Maybe someone else disintegrated their innocent assistant.]
I get it.
[Why there is a lot of sympathy even if he DOESN'T DESERVE IT. There are so many better people to give sympathy to not a man who accidentally ashed a girl who liked him.]
Yes. He's like a brother to me.
[He is so confident in this, but it definitely probably won't end up that way. This is what happens when you stick your science hand into the politic bowl. And also get the hots for one of the council women. Who will you betray? Your dying, sickly stand-in science brother partner, or a very beautiful and intelligent piece of ass?]
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WHAT THE FCK IS IN HERE, ONE OF THE RATS? The noise startles him a little at first, but then when he realizes nothing is aki naruto running him down, he will approach the cabinet.......
HELLO????]
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This is fine. The cabinet rattles a little... Like something gently bumped the door from the inside, perhaps? But then it stills and goes quiet. Hm.]
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The rattling is weird and unnerving, but it's when the cabinet goes still that he really gets the hair standing on the back of his neck. Hesitantly, he reaches out to very tentatively try opening the cabinet door.]
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Viktor opens the cabinet door and is immediately disintegrated by a trap laser cannon.
No just kidding - he opens the door and... there's Dahut! Wow. He's so small that he can fit under here, and he looks like he's in the middle of working with some sort of lab tool, though he also has a handpie that he appears to be snacking on?? He freezes midbite.]
—Not you, too!!
[A VOID OPENS UP BELOW BOTH OF THEM AND SUCKS THEM INTO HELL Dahut just shrieks.]
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DON'T JUST BE HIDING IN THE CABINET AND SCREAM WHEN HE OPENS THE DOOR FOR THEM TO BE VORTEXED!!!!!!!
Dahut is sitting on a stool in nothing but his underwear and the mechanical brace attached to his right leg. The room is dim, sterile, and chilly. Even chillier when he is so scrawny, thin as a rail--his legs, his arms, his torso. The ache which has never really gone away in his back, his shoulders, and his pelvis worsens with his mounting anxiety. He uses a scalpel to carve bizarre runes into--everywhere: the skin of his right leg, the metal of the brace.
He lifts the injector gun, watching what he knows is Shimmer slosh around in the tubing. This is the first test.]
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ALSO LISTEN!!! He really did just do that to Viktor, didn't he. It's fine because he gets SOCKED BY A VIKTOR MEMORY IN EXCHANGE. This is a fuckin wild thing to experience! Every part of it, from the full-body aches he's never had in this specific way, to the implementation of something that he knows is dangerous. He can feel it in the shake of his - Viktor's - hand as he holds the injector gun.
But the results are... really stunning, aren't they? The results are truly beautiful, like a miracle from god. A man able to stand again, walk again, and then run with all the health in the world. As a scientist, he can understand the allure of playing with fire and getting burned if the resulting scar is worth what's gained.
Coming back down from the memory leaves him with his hands over his memory bank in a somewhat reflexive gesture. He doesn't have the same limiters Scien does, so he has to take care - the influx of emotions from these are hard on him, and it takes him a second or two to process everything.]
...Is that what you mentioned before...?
[The thing he'd been working on.]
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He stumbles back until he regains his footing, his heart racing wild in his chest.]
The Hex Core... No...!
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There's a little bit of trepidation, perhaps, if only because this is such a very visceral reaction... But only a little. finally i am playing someone who won't politely look away from memories and be like I WON'T ASK.]
What was it, then?
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He remains on his legs! Somehow! But his hands are quivering slightly. He tries to level his breathing, though it's not so wild he might faint. Rattled, he's rattled.]
It... had worked. It had worked... at first. It was responding to... organic material...
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The way that Dahut's desire to learn more is currently at war with his desire to fuss. He reaches out like he's going to rest a hand on him, but thinks better of it given how shaken Viktor currently seems to be, so he just ends up nervously wringing his hands instead.]
What... happened that made it stop working...?
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He bends at the shoulders and holds himself, but then starts pacing back and forth, shaking his head.]
It didn't! It learned! It was learning! But I-- [He stops and stares off into the middle distance.] A hypothesis should always be retested.
A piece of equipment should always be able to be tested again and work the same way, produce the same results! So I... I did it again... I tried... to do it again.
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Dahut will give him some space to do his manic pacing, folding his arms over his stomach and watching as he goes to and fro in this fucking hellvoid. It's not like he can disagree with any of this, as a scientist. Hypotheses do need to be tested and retested, even at the risk of sacrifice.]
What happened when you tried it again, Monsieur Viktor?
[CLEARLY NOTHING FUCKING GOOD.]
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Viktor!
He twists his head around to look at Dahut, expression like wild prey, terrified, entranced. Tears begin to well up in his unblinking eyes.
Another sliver of the most recent past swallows Dahut up.]
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This is also so many emotions. Viktor is such an emotional person. He's out here having all of these big feelings and Dahut's little freak heart is having trouble processing them, so as they tear back out of the arms of this memory, now he's the one hunching over a little. His hands are both on his chest, over his memory bank, and he has to take several deep breaths to ensure that he doesn't start careening toward a crash.]
That was...
[YOU ASHED YOUR SKY.]
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He's heaving, hyperventilating. It takes a moment. In the midst of it, he stumbles toward Dahut, reaching up to catch a hold of Dahut's shoulder. PLEASE DON'T GET CHINATSU SNAPPED ON HIM, HE'LL MCLOSE IT. HIS SANITY IS HANGING ON BY A SINGLE THREAD.]
Are you... alright?
[He's remembering the trial. He's remembering what Scien said, what they all speculated.]
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Dahut disintegrates, becoming ash and also flying away on the wind.
No just kidding, but he's very still for a second or two as he fastly tries to process all of this. MY GOD. Eventually, though, he'll reach up to place his own hand on the hand at his shoulder.]
That should be my question, monsieur... I'm so sorry.
[Both that this happened and that he had to relive it while sharing it with A DAHUT.]
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You don't... have to apologize. [STOP APOLOGIZING.] I'm sorry...
[IF HE BREAKS DAHUT, SCIEN WILL KICK HIM IN THE HEAD AGAIN!!!]
I don't... know why this is happening.
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Please, you certainly don't have to apologize either. [He straightens, then, shifting so he can remove Viktor's hand from his shoulder and holding it between his own instead.]
...I'm speculating that it's the nanites again. This has happened more than once and nothing else has, except for the... parts disappearing. But I think that's just the Helly Belly digestion. [CALL IT ANYTHING ELSE.]
...Was that-- your assistant?
[YOU BLASTED YOUR ASSISTANT GIRLFRIEND.]
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He swallows, feeling dirty for having Dahut hold his hand. The hand that really vaporized her away! And now Dahut is holding it like a saint. (why did my fingers try to type leech?????)]
...Yes. [His chin drops, head lowering with guilt. He looks anywhere not Dahut's face and eyes.] Sky... She was... our assistant.
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Dahut will continue to hold this hand that vaporized a wholeass person into dust, seemingly unbothered by it. i typed vampirize oh no.]
... [Silence, for a moment. His expression shifts into something soft in its empathetic hurt. He doesn't have an assistant to lose, but losing Scien, even for just a short four hours, had been such an awful thing.]
Was that recent...?
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Anyhow, glad Scien and Viktor continue to be almost the same person in a way. What's the harm in killing some assistants? He wishes Dahut wouldn't look at him like that, like Sidon does too sometimes. He feels so disgusting getting sympathy after doing something so horrendous.]
Yes... It was... a few days before I woke up here.
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This is so funny though they really are the same person in a way. Sickly twink rat version of Scien out here departicling assistants. Dahut cannot help what he looks like or is looking like, so Viktor will just have to perish under unwanted empathy as his evil little blasty paw is held.]
Dealing with that kind of grief on top of everything else on arrival must have been so difficult... What a dangerous thing...
[Viktor's fucking DEATH CUBE OF DISINTEGRATION that is.]
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I'm sure I'm not the only one here dealing with that sort of situation, so... You don't have to baby me.
[His jaw tightens at the last bit, though. Ashamed, he turns his head away.]
The Hex Core is dangerous. I asked Jayce to destroy it. He promised.
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ALSO HE'S PRETTY SURE THAT VIKTOR IS THE ONLY PERSON HERE DEALING WITH DISINTEGRATING THEIR ASSISTANT but he doesn't say that.]
I don't mean to baby you. I think that anyone who's experienced something like that deserves to have the difficulty of it acknowledged...
[SHIT IS WILD OUT THERE. His brow furrows a little at this last statement, though, and he hesitates for a second before speaking again.]
...You trust him, right? Jayce.
[Because the Hex Core is dangerous but it also seems quite powerful, and isn't that a tale as old as time.]
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I get it.
[Why there is a lot of sympathy even if he DOESN'T DESERVE IT. There are so many better people to give sympathy to not a man who accidentally ashed a girl who liked him.]
Yes. He's like a brother to me.
[He is so confident in this, but it definitely probably won't end up that way. This is what happens when you stick your science hand into the politic bowl. And also get the hots for one of the council women. Who will you betray? Your dying, sickly stand-in science brother partner, or a very beautiful and intelligent piece of ass?]
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