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[He's a mess and it shows. In the era he's from this kind of blasphemy could ruin a good noble's reputation but it was not like he had a good one in this forsaken underground cavern. The small bags of chips, wrappers of assorted candy bars and empty bottles of both glass and plastic that likely smelled of vodka and collected booze littered around showed he hadn't moved from that spot in a while. A week to be exact. He's worn the same clothes a few days in a row and had only left once to dump himself into the lake for a haphazard wash of them. He hasn't been home. He doesn't want to go back.

Tyki might be a dangerous and overpowered person but he was very much still a man. A family man to be precise. This last little 'event' actually hit him rather hard for once.]

Genocide is one of the most effective routes to obtain something. Not without consequences, mind you, but still effective. To erase an entire town, village, nation or species can affect an entire group of another town, village, nation or species.

It's easy. It's simple. Not as hard as other ways of doing things. [From where he is laying flat on his back he's not looking at the phone but down at the city with his hand unfolding from his stomach to stretch out and face a building or two.] There's not much many of you could do to stop a genocide. It would take one blast to remove a group of houses. Another to ensure it was successful. One cut of a person to severe an entire family. One memory stolen to change someone's life forever.

I hope they are happy as they suckle on my sorrow and cherished love I gave to my loved ones while they were here. I hope they are drinking deep of my rage or my blissful confusion. Just remember it takes just one push to send someone to the edge. I can still do it. I'm still considering it. I'm still angry.

Without this city's inhabitants, you'd have nothing to feed on. You'd exhaust yourself bringing them back. Sure, the Door can bring more. They can come back. But how long until you wither up and die.

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[He's up high given the angle of the camera from his phone. It's propped up enough to show his location if anyone could pinpoint the view from Spire #3. For someone like him it didn't take much to find a crook in the polished stone or a curve to lay against in the oddly shaped spire. A normal man would have to climb or find a window or hole to ease their way out of.

Despite his mood company is highly welcomed even if he'll be a little sour. The mere fact he isn't grinning or smiling like he always is can ascertain something is wrong. He's rather serious and taunting nor will he apologize.]

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[She's noticed movement in the background as they've been talking, but hadn't realized how close he was getting to her house. There's a brief blur in her video as she moves to open the door.]

How punctual.

I do try. Sometimes.

[For her he always did. Once he's allowed inside he'll take a step in and glance around. He doesn't know what he is looking for anymore. People maybe. Friends. Ah, he liked her friends.]

Thank you.

The bathroom is all ready for you.

[She motions to her bathroom, offering a small bit of guidance since he's not in great shape. She's set out two towels, one large, one smaller, both quite fluffy and soft. She stocked up when Love first arrived and provided all the self-care items.]

I should be back with your clothing by the time you've finished, but if not, you may use my bathrobe.

[Mercifully, it's mostly black save for a pink flower on each of the two pockets and nearly down to her ankles, so while it wouldn't be an ideal fit on him, it's not as embarrassing as it could be.]

Do you have any other requests for things you would like me to bring?

Thank you, again.

[He has to think about that as he starts to take his smelly self to the bathroom now and exfoliate with whatever she has.] One of my large pillows. The lush one near the forefront of my bed. It's my favorite.

[It'll be obvious because it'll be almost body sized and fluffy. He just kind of hates how it is pink.] You want me naked in your robe that badly?

[She chuckles a little at that. It's good that he's starting to sound a little like his old self.]

Merely a courtesy, my dear Lord Tyki. If I had improper intentions regarding you being nude, I would have neglected to leave a robe and would only have left you with a small towel for coverage.

[He's trying to regain what smile he can around her. She was important to him.]

I could always pretend like you didn't mention anything about your robe or pretend I didn't see it? [He's already unbuttoning his shirt at least as he pads his way towards it and discards his shoes on the inside as not to dirty the floors.]

You could, but the hot springs would be a far better place to spend time without clothing on.

[Or at least she thinks it would help with relaxing some of the aches that he no doubt feels after sleeping in an uncomfortable position with no pillows.]

I will return shortly.

[And in a blink of an eye, the front door to her house is closed and she's already gone to retrieve his clothing.]

I couldn't agree with you more but the privacy is not nearly as given as it would be here.

[But he lets her leave after he's dismissed and he'll wander into the bathroom and slide into that hot tub after folding his dirty clothes and putting it to the side with the ends tucked in. He can wash those later.

He won't get to play with the robe as she will return before he gets to it. He likes to soak and will ease out all his muscles and relax.]

[She's quick about it, but not haphazard. She ensures that the outfits she grabs match, and remembers to take appropriate accessories, as well as his personal grooming and hygiene supplies.

She sets down most of his things in the bedroom next to hers, then knocks at the bathroom door to announce her return.]

Your things are in the bedroom beside mine. I'm going to start preparing a meal. Join me once you are dressed.

[He lifts his head when she knocks because he might've dozed off a little in the meantime and he'll glance at his fingers as water drips from them. He's half tempted to stay in the water for a bit longer but he's hauling himself out and reaching for that towel set.

It'll take him a little longer until he comes out of the bathroom and makes his way to the bedroom to get dressed. He totally used a towel to make his way across. She's in the kitchen anyways. He follows the seam of his clothes to smooth them. He presses his hands flat to his face to smooth out the wear and tear of sleeping awkwardly and he fixes his hair and makes himself presentable before heading out to the kitchen.]

Hmm. I can't say I am not hungry.

[She's been browning the meat in a frying pan, so that all of it can go and boil in a stew once the meat and vegetables are ready. She wants to cook something that's easy and yet tasty and nutritious today.]

Here. Chop some vegetables while I prepare the stewing sauce.

[One of these days, she'll teach him to cook. It's a life skill that everyone should have. But today is not that day. Today he's just recovering from his self-imposed semi-exile from civilization, so she'll only direct him to chop up some of the vegetables to speed along the preparation of the meal a bit.]

[It smells delicious and he could use something hearty and better suited to put him to sleep. Usually he'd just lie on the couch and wait for food but he hates to admit he's gotten good at chopping vegetables. She always makes him participate and he doesn't mind anymore.]

Alright.

[He's not that good with a knife in combat. The mere fact he never threw a punch without dark matter laced around his hands told the careful eye that he used his legs and agility to get around. Yet here he was cutting vegetables with those deft and skilled hands of his.]

[She excells with bladed weapons in combat. Not only swords, but knives as well. Really, she could get all the chopping done very quickly herself, but she wants Tyki to help and keep her company. She may keep her hands moisturized and well tended to, but there are still some minor calluses in very specific places on her hands. Places that indicate that she's spent a large amount of time holding some sort of blade over the years.

She mixes the sauce with a cheerful hum.]

You're looking much better, my lord. I was getting worried before.

[Even without his power he was rather good at hand to hand combat. He could persist even if he suddenly lost his powers. He's quick as hell even without his Noah strength and speed. He did like holding those hands with the stories they told.

He uses the knife to push the vegetables aside when he's done with one set and moves onto the next.]

I have been told I clean up nicely. I could use a bit more sleep but for now I think I can stand. My apologies for making you worry.

Whoever told you that spoke the truth.

[She still remembers how handsome he looked in his ball attire quite fondly.]

I will feel much better once you've had a healthy meal and a good night's sleep, and lo and behold. You can have both of those right here.

[He chuckles only because he knows he does. He made sure of it. She always looked equally as beautiful even without trying. ]

Well, seeing as I have yet gone to sleep with a good night's rest I still cannot deny anything you say, correct?

Correct. Fortunately for you, I have no intention of taking advantage of this to demand a shoulder massage from you or insist that you accompany me for a long shopping trip.

[But she's still just enough of a brat to mention the possibility.]

It's not as if I mind giving or joining you on those types of things though a short shopping trip would be preferred.

[No doubt he would be in charge of carrying everything and that is what they have a driver or a servant for. Orz. Priorities. He scrapes the vegetables over once he's done for her to take and he rubs his thumb over the knife for any taste there and licks it off his thumb. Dear god is he hungry.]

If you have no objections to giving me a shoulder massage, I may have to take you up on that one day.

[Because it's been a long time since she's had one. For now, though, she passes Tyki a pear from the fruit bowl she has in the kitchen. He can have that to tide him over until dinner is ready.

She chuckles a bit. She's clearly not bothered by what he said earlier, but it bears mentioning.]

I think you may have alarmed a few of the locals with your post today.

I am rather good with my hands, my lady. I would have no objections at all.

[He takes that pear and while it is no apple he's still ravenous. Ikaruga has learned to read his body actions and a part of that disturbs him but he was an open book. His body was honest even if he wasn't. Like almost everything he'll savor it with every bite. He'll attempt not to talk with his mouth full.]

Any death threat would. I could say I spent a portion of the morning considering it but I didn't. I wanted an extreme route.

[She continues preparing the food as they speak. Even if she's not making this meal elaborate, she's not going to sacrifice quality in favour of speed. She suspects that it won't take him long to fall asleep once he's fed, now that he's had a shower and changed into clean clothing.]

It seems to take far more energy for Hope to revive one of his own kind rather than any of us. Killing the gods directly would be far more productive.

[Even if she does actually like a couple of them. Tranquility is her favourite, given that he's shown more willingness to listen and consider suggestions than the rest.]

[He's the type who is willing to wait if it means something better. He's not entirely patient but the anticipation to a situation could fuel the pleasure later.]

An opportunity I would jump at if the situation arose. Killing a god or Hope directly could put things in motion or at least prompt others to value the situation more than just live with it.

[Yet he's conflicted because of her. He would kill the gods directly but he'd hate to lose her if he got sent home without her. There isn't a chance he'd remember her. It's
a silly notion to want to go home and yet not leave either.]

I would much rather steal the Door, and learn to harness its full potential. If we can find it once and it uses magical energy to operate, I will be able to learn its magical signature and find it again even if the gods move it.

[She may not feel any true loyalty to the gods, but she's perfectly content to just leave rather than killing them.]

[He licks his thumb with a chuckle after the pear is completely gone. He'll lean back against the counter now that he is no longer helping in preparing the meal.]

It would solve a lot of our problems. I feel like I'm cheating if I keep handing the hard tasks to you. If it is simply magical I can provide my energy but anything with technology and I'm afraid it'll be entirely up to you.

I think we might be better off finding a third party to figure out the technology. I can copy a machine's blueprint accurately, and that technique of mine where I summon my sword is manipulation of dimensional space, so I have some familiarity with the concept of other dimensions...but I'm not an expert.

[She pauses and thinks for a moment.]

Anakin, Kylo, Hux and Maketh are from the most technologically advanced world of anyone that I know of here. Perhaps one of them.

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