hadriel | [text]

[Will replied with the voice feature, after it took him much too long to figure out what what actually on his screen. That was the problem, the words kept floating off the screen and switching around. He wasn't even going to try typing.]

I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks so. It's a trick, or a monster, or a game. It's not real.

[Mewtwo is ~secretive~ and tries not to talk over the network too much, but then again, it's not like his name isn't on every post he makes, so maybe it's pointless. It's habit, at least.]

Nothing in this city can be considered above suspicion. We - and our emotions - are naught but batteries for the gods.

This will not last, but there may be significant damage done regardless. [And, weirdly, he's actually mostly thinking about psychological damage. Not that he cares about people, or anything, just...well, that's what's going to happen.]

[Will would feel bad if he knew, but he also was aware that any text he sent wouldn't end up making a whole lot of sense, or would take him three times long to correct all spelling errors. Then again, he'd also be quite concerned about Mewtwo's secretive nature. They were in a closed city. It wasn't like he could hide for very long.]

Story of my life. That's how it usually ends up with the Gods Sure, the battery part is a little new, but if you were immortal and all powerful, you might lose touch with what's important to the rest of us.

You're right. This is going to cause a lot of fallout. And not the type I can heal.

[It's true. There are only so many caves to sulk around in, really. Now he's kind of intrigued, though; someone who has had possibly direct experience with similar gods/"gods"/beings? Its doubtful that they would be exactly the same, or even somewhat the same, but surely that's a good perspective to have around anyway.]

I am not certain that they are truly immortal - these so-called "gods". They have used us to resurrect themselves, after all.

I am also curious about the gods that you speak of. What were they?

[There weren't that many spaces around here to hide around, at the very least, an enterprising individual could probably find you eventually. Don't give Will a reason, he wont give up until he's sure you're okay.]

Huh. Well that's different. Where I'm from, the Gods? Well, the Greek Gods, they can get hurt, but I've never heard of one of them having to get resurrected. But they also don't feed off emotions too. These guys must run off different stuff.

[And obviously since they feed off emotions here, they didn't eat need ambrosia or nectar]

My Gods? They're not really emotions like these guys are, they're like archtypes, like the sun or metalworking, war or hunting. That sort of thing. There are some that embody emotions, like Phobos or Eros, but they're more minor. I suppose it's possible they're similar, I haven't really had a whole lot of contact with them.

i hate the gods

i mean i didn't much like them before but i really hate them now

[Hey, it's the guy that Mewtwo kinda almost likes a little! Hi acquaintance!]

Then you are wise.

How many shadows have appeared for you? Do they indeed grow stronger?

just one. and he's been getting more solid i guess you can say. i couldn't convince him that he was just a ghost or something,
and now it's even harder

i don't care what kind of pity party the gods try to put on after this, they can all screw off

[More solid. Interesting....since Mewtwo hasn't had any ghosts of his own, he has not actually spent too much time thinking about how to get rid of them. It's possible that there isn't a way, of course, but it bears investigation....]

And you? You are growing weaker?

huh? no

i mean i've been kinda tired since this whole thing started but that's about it

i think it's making me exhausted just thinking about it all the time

[Mewtwo, please. Like he'd ever admit to any kind of weakness in any way, ever.]

You're mistaken.

I'm not being deceived at all. I know exactly what's happening here. Wouldn't it make sense that some other people feel the same way?

[Suspicious cat is suspicious...actually, it hadn't really occurred to him. Not that he'd admit that.]

Then you are ignoring your shadow person? This figment that the gods have seen fit to attempt to manifest?

No. I'm taking care of her. Because it's my job, not because I've been fooled.

You asked a question, too, but I'm not sure if it was rhetorical or not. Forgive me; I'm not used to talking over phones like this. Do you really want to talk about which God is responsible for this?

Your job? [That's not an answer he expected. And not one he understands, objectively speaking. What does it mean?] Why? She is not real.

Yes. I would be interested to know. [So he can...........thank them for it.]

That's right. She acts like herself and feels like herself. Her personality is there, even if it's merely a copy. Isn't that enough?

Who else could have caused this but Love? I can't think of anything else that would motivate people like this.

shut up.

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[You'd think he'd know better than to rile up someone who is obviously upset already, but apparently he doesn't.]

You do nothing but allow yourself to be ruled by these "gods".

[ in his defense, it can be hard to turn down that kind of opportunity when it presents itself. ]

They don't rule me. I know how to play by the rules. That's how you survive.

Thanks for the insight. I never would have guessed that the sudden, unexpected and unusual appearance of my loved ones would have been a manipulation by one of our asshole gods.

If I were to make a guess, I'd say Sorrow is the one most likely at fault. After all, that's about the only way this can end.

[There's no video feed, or even an emoji, but rest assured that he is glaring daggers at the screen right now. He's the one being a butt right now! Other people can't be butts at the same time!! 8(]

Then we should ensure that he is held responsible.

Way easier said than done. [ Not that Sharon hasn't been working on Plans and Things. ]

They call themselves gods, but they are not invincible. And it is clear that they depend on us for their power, in the end. [He's formulating his own Things now.]

It would not be a simple task. But surely remaining under their rule is no better.

We have no other choice. We have no choice. We can beat the walls, break their temples, send them to a new reality, and still nothing changes.

We've tried so much but everything fails.

Whoever it is, I will gladly thank. I would rather have one more day with my family than go the next one-thousand years remembering their deaths with sorrow.

[Here's someone who definitely drank the ghost Kool-Aid. But when his entire family back home was dead and gone forever, Ushahin wanted to be fooled, if only so his pain would stop for a moment.]

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