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futurology2016-04-11 10:49 am
heelies) wrote in futurology2016-04-11 10:49 am
Entry tags:
- achilles (iliad),
- ana ramir (original),
- badou nails (dogs: bullets & carnage),
- chrollo lucilfer (hunter x hunter),
- gintoki sakata (gintama),
- helga sinclair (atlantis),
- hellboy (hellboy/bprd),
- kida (atlantis),
- koltira deathweaver (world of warcraft),
- loki (marvel comics),
- luke skywalker (star wars),
- mabel pines (gravity falls),
- olivia (fire emblem: awakening),
- rhys (borderlands),
- rin tohsaka (fate/),
- sieglinde sullivan (black butler)
( video ) [ BACKDATED TO LATE ON 4/9 ]
[ What broadcasts over the network is the picture of a peculiar pair: Achilles and Helga, serious of countenance both, as is each's modus operandi. The metallic shell of the submarine's curved insides serves as their backdrop. ]
I should like to call to assembly the members of this crew, and I understand that this is the best means by which to reach the ears of all men, although it is more to my liking to see those to whom I give these words. It is Achilles, son of Peleus, who wishes to speak to you: I have journeyed, with a crew led by gold-clad Gilgamesh and fair-haired Kida, to the darkest reaches within the sea, which lie beyond where the imagination of men can fathom. I shall tell of that to which we have borne witness.
Down there dwells Ryba, the goddess of the sea, who is Nalanni's sister. She knows not to where Nalanni has gone, for her eyes cannot see beyond that over which she presides - but we have her reassurance that Nalanni who delights in volcanoes has not vanished in full from this land, for she would know if such a calamity has come to pass. We are told that sea and rock are anchored one to another, as life is to death: either both must make this land, or nothing at all remains. Therefore, hope has not scattered to the wind.
Wave-ruling Ryba soon grew weary of our audience, and although she welcomes supplications the price she demands is steep. It is imprudent to test the generosity of the gods. Thus we parted with little solved: still, the answers she granted ought to be shared among all.
[ Helga looks as if she would have loved to interrupt him a fair few times already, but she kept quiet in spite of herself until now. Achilles, for his part, looks none too thrilled at having to share the floor thus. ]
Ryba has not been straightforward in her answers.
[ Surely, she hasn't shot a sideway glance at Achilles when she said this. ]
What we gathered from her is that the Dakal have been driven to (or near) extinction by the Nalawi during the war between them. They had been "sent to the bottom of the sea", either literally or figuratively. It checks out, if I'm allowed to hazard a guess: on our way to Ryba's lair, we came across plenty of wrecked submarines, none of which seem to fit in with the near complete lack of technology on Komo and the other islands.
The goddess mentioned one specific Dakal, who sold her soul in order to return to the surface world. In the process, she may have been granted powers by Ryba herself, but we do not know what became of her, what those powers were, or if she did anything with them.
I have been told by the Nalawi innkeep that minor gods exist alongside Nalanni, albeit no one worships them here. Ryba proves that they are tangible to the point of concern, so I urge all of you to take great care during your exploration.
I should like to call to assembly the members of this crew, and I understand that this is the best means by which to reach the ears of all men, although it is more to my liking to see those to whom I give these words. It is Achilles, son of Peleus, who wishes to speak to you: I have journeyed, with a crew led by gold-clad Gilgamesh and fair-haired Kida, to the darkest reaches within the sea, which lie beyond where the imagination of men can fathom. I shall tell of that to which we have borne witness.
Down there dwells Ryba, the goddess of the sea, who is Nalanni's sister. She knows not to where Nalanni has gone, for her eyes cannot see beyond that over which she presides - but we have her reassurance that Nalanni who delights in volcanoes has not vanished in full from this land, for she would know if such a calamity has come to pass. We are told that sea and rock are anchored one to another, as life is to death: either both must make this land, or nothing at all remains. Therefore, hope has not scattered to the wind.
Wave-ruling Ryba soon grew weary of our audience, and although she welcomes supplications the price she demands is steep. It is imprudent to test the generosity of the gods. Thus we parted with little solved: still, the answers she granted ought to be shared among all.
[ Helga looks as if she would have loved to interrupt him a fair few times already, but she kept quiet in spite of herself until now. Achilles, for his part, looks none too thrilled at having to share the floor thus. ]
Ryba has not been straightforward in her answers.
[ Surely, she hasn't shot a sideway glance at Achilles when she said this. ]
What we gathered from her is that the Dakal have been driven to (or near) extinction by the Nalawi during the war between them. They had been "sent to the bottom of the sea", either literally or figuratively. It checks out, if I'm allowed to hazard a guess: on our way to Ryba's lair, we came across plenty of wrecked submarines, none of which seem to fit in with the near complete lack of technology on Komo and the other islands.
The goddess mentioned one specific Dakal, who sold her soul in order to return to the surface world. In the process, she may have been granted powers by Ryba herself, but we do not know what became of her, what those powers were, or if she did anything with them.
I have been told by the Nalawi innkeep that minor gods exist alongside Nalanni, albeit no one worships them here. Ryba proves that they are tangible to the point of concern, so I urge all of you to take great care during your exploration.
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Furthermore, this woman is mine neither by bride price paid nor by dint of my spear. In this matter too you are mistaken.
[Answering the real questions.]
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Okay, so, request heard, but just... give me a second. Honest question! The dint of your spear, is that, like, a sex thing? I honestly don't know if you're talking in euphemisms or not.
[ He shrugs, grimacing. ]
Anyway. Civilized man making... proper address in assembly? In five, four, three, two, one.
i'm sorry for him
I speak plainly, stranger. It seems to me too that you know nothing of wielding spear and shield through the endless bloodshed of battle, where the groans of men fly as countless as the arrows shot from bows, and from which prizes can be seized to add to a man's honor. Perhaps then the worthiest fight you shall know is that between man and woman when one mounts the other's bed.
screams...
[ Being nice isn't really his Thing, so he'd like his efforts appreciated instead of being mocked for not spearing people to death, but WHATEVER. ]
Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Are you saying you hump women's beds? I don't know what they taught you at Weird... Medieval... Boning University, but I'm pretty sure that's not what you're supposed to do.
And, and! I've been in plenty of fights, okay. This one time, I got blood and guts all over me, it was... [ He makes a face like he's holding back the vomit that's coming just from the memory. #WARRIOR ] It was gross. Definitely gross. Just like... entrails. Everywhere.
this is going well
Moreover, what is this nonsense you are saying? I shall tell you that in love I am nigh peerless: of the many I have taken to bed, none have left unsatisfied.
besties?!?! when are they getting matching friendship bracelets
[ Said with finger-quotes, but he knows it's probably true. Achilles, more like Slutchilles, am I right. ]
—And they can fake that, you know.
Ahem. Anyway. On a less horribly uncomfortable topic, the whole war... wrought-ing thing is kind of outdated? Where I'm from, you judge a guy on how expensive his shoes are. So can we just talk like, I don't know, normal people?
as soon as there's time for crafts
[The son of Peleus shakes his head at you, Rhys.]
As for this talk, it is you, stranger, who spoiled it thus with your mockery. If you wish to amend your ways, however, perhaps you shall find my ears ready to listen.
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Right. Okay. Sooooo, do I need to actually apologize or are we good to just start talking? I'm just gonna charge right ahead if that's cool.
Can this Ryba character actually fix anything? I mean, if she's a goddess, she probably can, right? We just gotta haggle. And trust me, I can haggle.
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Indeed, the power of the immortals is vast as the untraversable Oceanus: they can whip up wind and sea and the hearts of men as well. The succor of wave-ruling Ryba would indeed be a boon, but to ingratiate ourselves to her will be no easy task, if indeed that is what we wish to pursue. I must ask then what manner of bargain you intend.
this is so late, forgive me mighty achilles-senpai
you are hereby absolved of such heinous crimes
[Somebody hasn't watched enough hentai to know where that is going.]
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[So...yes.]
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That was more of a 'yes' or 'no' question, but okay. Also, if your mom's a [ don't roll your eyes don't roll your eyes don't fucking do it ] goddess, doesn't that make you a god? ...Is godliness hereditary? Anyway, just... try to talk to Ryba god-to-god, you know? She's kind of our only lead right now.
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Goddess-born does not a god make. Indeed her divine blood courses through me, and for it I am the best among men, strongest of spear and swiftest of foot - but to the gods I am but a mortal man, and such is the lot I must suffer. It would be folly to presume for myself the richly laid path tread by immortals. Were I to approach Ryba swollen thus with hubris, surely this would stir her fury more so than her sympathies.
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[ Slow clap. ]
Yeah, no— no hubris at all, totally modest. I admire that about you. Let me tell you, most people have an ego the size of a small planet, but you... you really undersell yourself.
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[Well, most of the time. Maybe not when he's stuffing Scamander's river with corpses or decapitating Trojan princes before the altar of Apollo. Sometimes he just has a lot of feelings.]
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[ He can only resist temptation for so long. Time's up. ]
I'm just saying, 'best among men,' that's pretty subjective. You're gonna have to hold a poll or something before I can believe that.
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[He doesn't fuck around, son.]
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no chill
[Because you're pissing him off.]
On foot I can keep pace with a team of horses - but I suppose you shall find this inadequate unless in a race I best them outright. Although I prefer the spear to the bow, for in war the bow arms cowards who cannot meet another warrior face to face, and so they stay back like children hiding behind their mother's skirts - from a distance of one hundred paces I can pierce with my arrows stag and hare alike. It was noble Chiron who taught me the art of the hunt, and so too did he teach me the notes of the lyre and the art of medicine. Perhaps, though, you've no interest in my skill with medicine, for a worm such as yourself will never tread any path which might bring so much as a scratch to your skin unhardened by battle.
screams...
There's a long pause while he tries to think of a rebuttal, then: ]
Okay, first of all, I have been in plenty of battles. But I don't use a spear, all right, or a bow, I use a robot. And a freaking taser on a stick. Yeah, I'm from the future, you— you butthole.
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[ Said like a 12 year old on Xbox Live. ]
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[Son of Peleus out. Mic drop.]
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