"You have reached Solus zos Galvus. I fear I am unavailable at the moment, but should your query be of an urgent nature, pray leave a message. I shall endeavor to return it anon."
Hey. Did you know Steven was under the impression I was some kind of precious cherry-boy? He legit believed I was a virginal innocent you were despoiling.
[Okay, that gets a laugh. A good, hearty laugh. Did he ever need it.]
Really. It is as if he does not know you at all. Well, for my part, I knew from your performance during our first coupling you were far from being any such...cherry-boy.
Now, is that moniker his words, or yours? It's rather charming.
You have naught to worry about, you performed most magnificently.
Full glad am I that such an endearing epithet is not tainted by his delivery. Though, I cannot say I am surprised his actual delivery was far more insulting, that does indeed seem to be the way of him. It does my heart good to know you set him straight, at least.
Truly, that he would think I was despoiling you in any way is rather insulting to both you and I. Little can I know what goes on in that man's mind. Speaking of, Hythlodaeus is now aware we are in Team Rocket. Likewise for Steven, Tyler, Connie, and Lydia.
Courtesy of Steven himself, no less.
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Tragically derailing any further talk of their first time....
Oh, not that alone. It would seem Steven has it in his mind that he can convince Hythlodaeus to join Team Rocket. As if that were any outcome that reality itself would favor.
I know not why he needed to out so many in his endeavor, but our debate chalkboard certainly had quite the amusing list of...well, pros and cons and other myriad details pertaining to Hythlodaeus' theoretical enlistment.
But pray, imagine for just a moment Hythlodaeus suffering the mandatory training. Can you do it? Because I certainly cannot.
Well, Hythlodaeus is working on producing intoxicants with Steven's aid. It seems he wants him to join Team Rocket to help with his budding business. I think it is utter lunacy.
He can indeed hold a job, but how do I put this? Hythlodaeus does what he wants, and only what he wants. He was the Chief of the Bureau of the Architect back in Amaurot, which is a position that only those of the Convocation tower over. As such, this position afforded him a lot of freedom as well as control over all Creation magic proceedings. Naught was approved for replication without his seal of approval.
Which is my way of saying, Team Rocket will be a horrible fit for him, and Steven most assuredly has his work cut out for him if he thinks at all he will be successful. Honestly, I would wager Hythlodaeus is stringing him along for information I otherwise withheld.
That isn't the total opposite of what I advised him to do with himself, I guess. Steven, I mean. I haven't advised Hythlodaeus on jack shit. That he listened to, anyway.
Well, let him hang.
Wait. Unless this is a problem for you? I'd hate to be the one 'pulling rank' but I can order Steven to knock it the hell off.
You gave Steven advice? And he listened. How interesting, I suppose he isn't as unyielding as I thought.
Nay, I do not think it will be a problem, but ever do I appreciate your offer and your concern. Warms my heart to hear it. I merely had not wanted Hythlodaeus to worry himself about my involvement with Team Rocket, after all, Amaurot had no crime at all. So, for him to know I am involved with a crime syndicate—poorly constructed and maintained though it is—would have only served to add undue worry.
Worry that Steven has imparted upon him regardless of said wishes. Truth be told, I am curious to what end this will go. If aught at all, I fully believe Hythlodaeus will have Steven wrapped around his finger, which will ultimately serve me in the end. He certainly did not seem fit to relent his hostile designs for me despite my own cession.
If I didn't know better, I'd say you were making up at least half the shit that you tell me about Amaurot.
Just wanted you to know that.
Anyway, you're probably right. Maybe it's for the better, I don't know. Just as long as Hythlodaeus tells Steven what he already wants to hear. Which isn't hard because he tells you that himself, but I do gotta wonder what Hythlodaeus even wants with him.
Believe me, had I not lived it, I too would be hard pressed to believe it.
Perhaps Hythlodaeus is bored with my working all the time. Steven might merely be a passing fancy, he has those every couple thousand years or so. Whether it's merely curiosity, or some measure of project, it matters little. If it keeps Steven and Hythlodaeus busy, I suppose I cannot complain. Well, I certainly can, seeing as what it has wrought otherwise, but I suppose I should be satisfied with what concessions it affords me, small though they may be.
Don't take this the wrong way, but I gotta agree with you about preferring them both kept busy.
I know Steven a hell of a lot better than Hythlodaeus, but what I know of your ex doesn't really inspire a lot of confidence in me regarding the consequences of his inevitable boredom.
Know about that, do you? Well, I suppose you were going to become privy to it one way or another. No point in denying it, so I won't.
But I must wonder, what exactly are these worried consequences of yours? Do not misunderstand, I certainly advise to be worried of his boredom, but I suppose I am curious of your read on him.
He strikes me as the kind of guy who has an agenda. Or agendas, plural. He might claim they're all the same one but you know what they say. Takes one to know one. Takes a thief to catch a thief. Whatever proverbial pick panders to your preferences.
Well, you certainly are not off the mark. But I cannot tell you to rest assured, seeing as even when he is busy, his mind is ever working out other ideas and schemes. Did I not tell you that his mind is much like mine? Though I suppose by extension now, yours as well.
Ever does he present himself as the affable and agreeable one, air-headed if one were willing to believe it, but you are ever shrewd to deduce that is not at all what he is. He has designs, a magnitude of them at all times, and he has indeed shared some of them with me; but I would be a fool to believe and to suggest he has fully exposed them all.
So if you don't know Hythlodaeus' agenda(s) and you don't know how or whether Steven is involved in them, what's the next step? Anything? Or just waiting on the the pinata to break to see what falls out?
Unlike the matter of those two. With Hythlodaeus, it is far more wise to wait and see. Of course, you also do not want to wait too long, if aught needs to be halted ere he can enjoy the climax of his toils at our expense. Yet, if one acts too quickly, he will merely change direction and become wiser for it.
It is a strange game of chasing his heels while staying mentally a pace or two ahead, but should you step too far, it will be you that falls. It's always been a bit of an exhilarating, if not vexing, game.
I cannot say I am familiar with the term, unsurprising despite the overlap otherwise. Though, I am curious of its etymological roots. That, and I find it rather interesting that it is so common a relationship that your world would fashion a term for it.
It's a portmanteau formed from the names of two players of the Game session that destroyed the home universe of the alien tyrant that destroyed mine.
Theirs was a long and convoluted emotional and narrative entanglement pretty much exactly like you described, so pivotal to the events of reality as it would come to be known that it served as a driving force not only in their own session but the succeeding human one as well.
Which is kind of funny because the '-rezi' half winds up alone in the end anyway, with 'vris' nowhere to be found.
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Really. It is as if he does not know you at all. Well, for my part, I knew from your performance during our first coupling you were far from being any such...cherry-boy.
Now, is that moniker his words, or yours? It's rather charming.
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And that one's mine.
His words were actually a whole hell of a lot more insulting.
It's cool though, I schooled him pretty thoroughly on that. And a few other things.
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Full glad am I that such an endearing epithet is not tainted by his delivery. Though, I cannot say I am surprised his actual delivery was far more insulting, that does indeed seem to be the way of him. It does my heart good to know you set him straight, at least.
Truly, that he would think I was despoiling you in any way is rather insulting to both you and I. Little can I know what goes on in that man's mind. Speaking of, Hythlodaeus is now aware we are in Team Rocket. Likewise for Steven, Tyler, Connie, and Lydia.
Courtesy of Steven himself, no less.
Tragically derailing any further talk of their first time....
Is that supposed to mean something to me?
What would Hythlodaeus want with Connie? Why is Steven even talking to Hythlodaeus at all?
a true crime against humanity
I know not why he needed to out so many in his endeavor, but our debate chalkboard certainly had quite the amusing list of...well, pros and cons and other myriad details pertaining to Hythlodaeus' theoretical enlistment.
But pray, imagine for just a moment Hythlodaeus suffering the mandatory training. Can you do it? Because I certainly cannot.
But not against good taste
What the fuck is that guy thinking?
I'll level with you, I can barely imagine him wearing the uniform.
Can he even hold a job?
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He can indeed hold a job, but how do I put this? Hythlodaeus does what he wants, and only what he wants. He was the Chief of the Bureau of the Architect back in Amaurot, which is a position that only those of the Convocation tower over. As such, this position afforded him a lot of freedom as well as control over all Creation magic proceedings. Naught was approved for replication without his seal of approval.
Which is my way of saying, Team Rocket will be a horrible fit for him, and Steven most assuredly has his work cut out for him if he thinks at all he will be successful. Honestly, I would wager Hythlodaeus is stringing him along for information I otherwise withheld.
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Well, let him hang.
Wait. Unless this is a problem for you? I'd hate to be the one 'pulling rank' but I can order Steven to knock it the hell off.
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Nay, I do not think it will be a problem, but ever do I appreciate your offer and your concern. Warms my heart to hear it. I merely had not wanted Hythlodaeus to worry himself about my involvement with Team Rocket, after all, Amaurot had no crime at all. So, for him to know I am involved with a crime syndicate—poorly constructed and maintained though it is—would have only served to add undue worry.
Worry that Steven has imparted upon him regardless of said wishes. Truth be told, I am curious to what end this will go. If aught at all, I fully believe Hythlodaeus will have Steven wrapped around his finger, which will ultimately serve me in the end. He certainly did not seem fit to relent his hostile designs for me despite my own cession.
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Just wanted you to know that.
Anyway, you're probably right. Maybe it's for the better, I don't know. Just as long as Hythlodaeus tells Steven what he already wants to hear. Which isn't hard because he tells you that himself, but I do gotta wonder what Hythlodaeus even wants with him.
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Believe me, had I not lived it, I too would be hard pressed to believe it.
Perhaps Hythlodaeus is bored with my working all the time. Steven might merely be a passing fancy, he has those every couple thousand years or so. Whether it's merely curiosity, or some measure of project, it matters little. If it keeps Steven and Hythlodaeus busy, I suppose I cannot complain. Well, I certainly can, seeing as what it has wrought otherwise, but I suppose I should be satisfied with what concessions it affords me, small though they may be.
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Don't take this the wrong way, but I gotta agree with you about preferring them both kept busy.
I know Steven a hell of a lot better than Hythlodaeus, but what I know of your ex doesn't really inspire a lot of confidence in me regarding the consequences of his inevitable boredom.
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Know about that, do you? Well, I suppose you were going to become privy to it one way or another. No point in denying it, so I won't.
But I must wonder, what exactly are these worried consequences of yours? Do not misunderstand, I certainly advise to be worried of his boredom, but I suppose I am curious of your read on him.
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He strikes me as the kind of guy who has an agenda. Or agendas, plural. He might claim they're all the same one but you know what they say. Takes one to know one. Takes a thief to catch a thief. Whatever proverbial pick panders to your preferences.
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Ever does he present himself as the affable and agreeable one, air-headed if one were willing to believe it, but you are ever shrewd to deduce that is not at all what he is. He has designs, a magnitude of them at all times, and he has indeed shared some of them with me; but I would be a fool to believe and to suggest he has fully exposed them all.
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So if you don't know Hythlodaeus' agenda(s) and you don't know how or whether Steven is involved in them, what's the next step? Anything? Or just waiting on the the pinata to break to see what falls out?
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Unlike the matter of those two. With Hythlodaeus, it is far more wise to wait and see. Of course, you also do not want to wait too long, if aught needs to be halted ere he can enjoy the climax of his toils at our expense. Yet, if one acts too quickly, he will merely change direction and become wiser for it.
It is a strange game of chasing his heels while staying mentally a pace or two ahead, but should you step too far, it will be you that falls. It's always been a bit of an exhilarating, if not vexing, game.
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I cannot say I am familiar with the term, unsurprising despite the overlap otherwise. Though, I am curious of its etymological roots. That, and I find it rather interesting that it is so common a relationship that your world would fashion a term for it.
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Theirs was a long and convoluted emotional and narrative entanglement pretty much exactly like you described, so pivotal to the events of reality as it would come to be known that it served as a driving force not only in their own session but the succeeding human one as well.
Which is kind of funny because the '-rezi' half winds up alone in the end anyway, with 'vris' nowhere to be found.
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Well, I cannot say I am not a lover of irony, but even this is a touch on the nose. Vrisrezi is indeed an apt name.
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