[Thank goodness he understands-! It feels like a huge weight off her shoulders, although the guilt of putting more work on him is sticking around. At least she gave him a choice.
Dara takes the cup with a soft "thank you" and turns it in her hands three times before staring down into it. It's all contemplative while she develops the best summary of her plans.]
Originally, planned to destroy the clown while making him suffer as I did, but death truly means nothing here. I don't want us two to enter a cycle of violence that drags others into it. If I didn't have anyone here to care about-- hm well, there's no going back, is there? Once you start. [The god sighs to herself but moves on quickly.] Anyways, I'm making a trap for Gogol. I'm altering a god-binding seal so that he can't get away with his spacial ability...but with care enough that it doesn't kill him. With risk-prevention in mind, I aim to have him enter a contract with me.
[With all that said, Dara finally takes a sip of her tea.]
[ If there truly was plenty of time to waste he'd comment on how impressive it is for a curse god to knowingly avoid a cycle of mutual destruction. That would be a pretty reliable self-charing battery for her after all. But she's finally stopped interrupting herself for the sake of personally tending to his ego, so all she'll get in that regard is an attentive look as he sips his tea and listens.
Using such a powerful seal on a human is a novel concept, at least to him, but with the otherwise average people here capable of strange and unusual things he trusts her judgement that it'll be needed. That isn't the part that catches most of his interest. ]
I recall you saying you had no interest in contracts when first we met. So what do you intend to do with this one?
[ "Risk-prevention" can mean an awful lot of things, especially with gods and maniacs involved. ]
Simple. Prevent him from attempting to mess with me and the people I care about. [Another sip.
However, it's more than just that. Yes, the ultimate goal is to put a leash on the clown, but there's more to the planning behind it. She's unsure how Seimei may judge the amount of torture involved, especially with the spell she has been developing since the idea came to mind. As far as that piece of info, she'll omit it for now until he digs for more.]
...Especially Shinjiro. [Yes, there is a bit of pink to her cheeks, but Dara has decided to close her eyes to avoid witnessing Seimei's expression.] Since he was the one to give the fatal strike, I don't want Gogol coming at him for revenge or start a hostage situation. Death may mean nothing here, but I don't want Shinjiro experience it a second time while here.
[ That does make sense. There isn't judgement in the expression she's hiding from, only understanding, but he'll avoid another possible tangent by keeping any direct commentary on Shinjiro's welfare to himself.
The important part is... ]
I can't imagine someone who went out of their way to harm others to such a degree would easily agree to such a contract.
[ Not if she's just going to keep him in one spot and ask nicely, at least. No, no, she has something else planned, and Seimei himself still has only a bare-bones idea of what all Dara is capable of. Both in ability, and in creativity. ]
I don't plan on persuading him...and pain is not the only method of forcing someone into an agreement.
[Dara pauses and takes a deep breath. Releases it. Normally she wouldn't care about her methods or how she was viewed if it meant following through with her role. Yet, there's a part of her that hopes Seimei doesn't view her as the vile god that makes up half of her existence. Her life as a human may have been filled with sneers and looks of disgust, but Dara doesn't want him to look at her that way. Odd...]
Interacting with the world and perceiving its response in return-- Gogol's one who enjoys freedom and theatrics. I figured as much from the few times I've met him. So I'm going to rob him of physical sensations. Sight, smell, hearing, touch, pain...Something akin to death until he gives in.
[Dara locks eyes with Seimei, her expression teetering on the thin line between a flattened affect and something morose. It's the only thing she can do to hide her apprehension of a (presumed) negative response.]
I won't be lenient. I am a god of curses, after all.
[ Torture, then. Maybe not in the traditional sense, but thinking on what she describes for longer than a few seconds it's easy to imagine the sort of existential dread being put in a state of death-not-death would nurture, fester even, steadily push any normal man over the brink of madness. (If this one wasn't mad already, but. Details.)
Questioning the supposed morality of spirits, gods, and the like isn't something he really does. They have vastly different priorities and views of The Big Picture, trying to impose a simple human man's views of right and wrong would be a losing battle...though the way that hint of insecurity in Dara's delivery, in the way she's insisting on looking at Seimei, tells him she hasn't let go of that piece of her humanity.
How very interesting. ]
I wouldn't expect you to be.
[ He's the first to break eye contact, watching the subtle ripples in his teacup. His tone nor his gaze hold any judgement, but they're also both very matter-of-fact. Whether he approves or disapproves is a mystery. ]
One must learn not to idly cross gods and spirits one way or the other. This man had the misfortune of running headfirst over a waterfall in order to learn that lesson.
[ Okay, some derision for "that man" snuck its way into his tone there. Pain in the ass. ]
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Dara takes the cup with a soft "thank you" and turns it in her hands three times before staring down into it. It's all contemplative while she develops the best summary of her plans.]
Originally, planned to destroy the clown while making him suffer as I did, but death truly means nothing here. I don't want us two to enter a cycle of violence that drags others into it. If I didn't have anyone here to care about-- hm well, there's no going back, is there? Once you start. [The god sighs to herself but moves on quickly.] Anyways, I'm making a trap for Gogol. I'm altering a god-binding seal so that he can't get away with his spacial ability...but with care enough that it doesn't kill him. With risk-prevention in mind, I aim to have him enter a contract with me.
[With all that said, Dara finally takes a sip of her tea.]
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Using such a powerful seal on a human is a novel concept, at least to him, but with the otherwise average people here capable of strange and unusual things he trusts her judgement that it'll be needed. That isn't the part that catches most of his interest. ]
I recall you saying you had no interest in contracts when first we met. So what do you intend to do with this one?
[ "Risk-prevention" can mean an awful lot of things, especially with gods and maniacs involved. ]
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However, it's more than just that. Yes, the ultimate goal is to put a leash on the clown, but there's more to the planning behind it. She's unsure how Seimei may judge the amount of torture involved, especially with the spell she has been developing since the idea came to mind. As far as that piece of info, she'll omit it for now until he digs for more.]
...Especially Shinjiro. [Yes, there is a bit of pink to her cheeks, but Dara has decided to close her eyes to avoid witnessing Seimei's expression.] Since he was the one to give the fatal strike, I don't want Gogol coming at him for revenge or start a hostage situation. Death may mean nothing here, but I don't want Shinjiro experience it a second time while here.
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The important part is... ]
I can't imagine someone who went out of their way to harm others to such a degree would easily agree to such a contract.
[ Not if she's just going to keep him in one spot and ask nicely, at least. No, no, she has something else planned, and Seimei himself still has only a bare-bones idea of what all Dara is capable of. Both in ability, and in creativity. ]
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[Dara pauses and takes a deep breath. Releases it. Normally she wouldn't care about her methods or how she was viewed if it meant following through with her role. Yet, there's a part of her that hopes Seimei doesn't view her as the vile god that makes up half of her existence. Her life as a human may have been filled with sneers and looks of disgust, but Dara doesn't want him to look at her that way. Odd...]
Interacting with the world and perceiving its response in return-- Gogol's one who enjoys freedom and theatrics. I figured as much from the few times I've met him. So I'm going to rob him of physical sensations. Sight, smell, hearing, touch, pain...Something akin to death until he gives in.
[Dara locks eyes with Seimei, her expression teetering on the thin line between a flattened affect and something morose. It's the only thing she can do to hide her apprehension of a (presumed) negative response.]
I won't be lenient. I am a god of curses, after all.
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Questioning the supposed morality of spirits, gods, and the like isn't something he really does. They have vastly different priorities and views of The Big Picture, trying to impose a simple human man's views of right and wrong would be a losing battle...though the way that hint of insecurity in Dara's delivery, in the way she's insisting on looking at Seimei, tells him she hasn't let go of that piece of her humanity.
How very interesting. ]
I wouldn't expect you to be.
[ He's the first to break eye contact, watching the subtle ripples in his teacup. His tone nor his gaze hold any judgement, but they're also both very matter-of-fact. Whether he approves or disapproves is a mystery. ]
One must learn not to idly cross gods and spirits one way or the other. This man had the misfortune of running headfirst over a waterfall in order to learn that lesson.
[ Okay, some derision for "that man" snuck its way into his tone there. Pain in the ass. ]