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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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. ]