catch-all for chuuya.

[selfimmolates]

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week 1; wednesday

[selfimmolates]

[ray has achieved a certain level of zen regarding the fact that he won't get all the glitter and feathers off his skin anytime soon (not unless he's in the mood for hugs, which he's decidedly not), so.

hiding from the general public is over. off he goes to find one (1) alcoholic, as much as a part of him really... does not want to...]

Hey.

[goatsongs]

[Small mercies: Chuuya is not in the bar at this moment. He's in the private study, reading.

...huh. That's new.]

Hey. Trying out a new look?

[probably not, but he isn't going to just laugh at a kid when they aren't happy with it either.]

[selfimmolates]

[gasp?? chuuya's not drinking???

at least he's in one of ray's favourite places, thoug.]

Shut it. I'm just waiting for when this stuff comes off.

[goatsongs]

[If he could take the books from the study to the bar he would be, but he can't, so.]

How'd you get all this on you in the first place?

[selfimmolates]

Got cursed by a god.

[goatsongs]

What'd you do to piss them off that badly? Even I haven't gotten cursed yet.

[and he probably would have deserved it.]

[selfimmolates]

A combination of them not appreciating my offering and being a jerk either way, according to other gods.

[goatsongs]

...Well, I know it's not Disorder, because if she didn't curse me for making fun of her then a shitty offering wouldn't do it. They give you any idea how long this'll last?

[selfimmolates]

—Are you kidding me!?

[goatsongs]

Wait, it was Disorder?

[????]

[selfimmolates]

Yes! What the hell!?

[CAN'T BELIEVE RAY IS WORSE THAN CHUUYA, APPARENTLY]

[goatsongs]

That's bullshit, there's no way your offering was that bad. Fucking asshole goddess.

[selfimmolates]

I don't know, maybe she was in a bad mood. [maybe it was chuuya's fault,] Anyway, forget Disorder! I wanted to ask you something.

week 1; friday

[selfimmolates]

[someone just died and it's terrible. so, what is ray doing right now? he had to check up on some people first, but now that he has some time to himself—

heading to the armoury to practice archery. well okay then.]

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya is also checking up on people. Unfortunately, Ray is one of those people. He knocks on the open door first so that Ray doesn't jump and shoot him full of arrows when he speaks up.]

Thought I might find you here.

[selfimmolates]

[wise move, chuuya. ray pauses, giving chuuya a passive glance.]

What do you want?

[goatsongs]

Just checking up on you, seeing how you're handling things.

[Not surprised. Chuuya wouldn't expect him to be.]

[selfimmolates]

[he goes back to firing arrows at targets.]

I'm fine.

[was chuuya expecting any other response...]

[goatsongs]

Mhm.

[He was not.]

Did you talk to her before?

[selfimmolates]

Hmm? Yeah, once. Seemed nice enough, I guess. Kind of trusting? Maybe someone thought she was an easy target.

[goatsongs]

Probably.

[Chuuya doesn't like it, but that's the logic someone would use.]

I asked and Patience said that if she wanted to forget what dying feels like, the gods could do that for her. So that's something. I guess.

[selfimmolates]

Good for her, then. That what you intend to do if you die?

[goatsongs]

I haven't thought about it. ...I don't remember dying the first time, so points for brain disease I guess, but I know plenty of people who remember theirs.

[Most of them died of sickness in their beds, and even that's traumatic enough. He only knows one author who died violently at someone else's hands, and while he and Takiji aren't close...

The effects of those memories have lasted much longer than the wounds themselves.]

[selfimmolates]

... Well, I guess you have time to think about it. And that's only if it ever becomes relevant, anyway.

[goatsongs]

I wasn't asking for myself anyway.

[He's already screwed up. One more traumatic memory won't do much.]