hadriel | video; high octane poor life decisions

[One day, Gren is going to learn a very valuable lesson: do not mix alcohol and drugs. That day is not today.]

[The video, when it turns on, swings wildly. Hopefully nobody gets seasick too easily, because damn, it's motion sickness central right here. The backdrop is... probably Delight's bar, if anyone can make sense of the video long enough.]

You know what? You know fuckin' what?

[Gren is drunk. Not only is Gren drunk, but he's also had like a handful of those other things that Delight hands out that get people high as shit, so he's both drunk and high. It's a terrible combination of belligerent and feeling untouchable that can really only lead to Bad Things.]

I'm fuck-all tired of bein' a fuckin' buffet for a bunch of shit-for-dick "gods"-- [The feed swings again, like he tried to do airquotes with only one hand. The hand that is also holding the camera.] --who can't get their fuckin' shit together long enough to not make everything a fuckin' clusterfuck. And then they treat us like we're fuckin' children or some shit, like we don't got the fuckin' right to decide what fuckin' happens to us. We're the fuckin' burdens, but they're the one bringin' in fuckin' monsters and dragons and shit to drop on our fuckin' heads. Fuckin' thanks for that, assholes.

[The feed swings around and then back; he's grabbed another bottle of something alcoholic and knocks an unhealthy portion of it back. Seriously, he's a champ, if your definition of 'champ' is 'fucking alcoholic'.]

Like that fuckin' piece of fuck Sorrow. Fuck that guy, oughtta smack the fuckin' bitch outta that motherfucker.

[He pauses. Something terrible is about to happen.]

I fuckin' oughtta smack the fuckin' bitch outta that guy.

[His voice shifts from rant mode to something firmer and slightly less profanity-ridden.]

Hey, all you fucks. [Slightly less.] I'm comin' for all you fuckin' godly piece of shits. C'mon and fuckin' have a go if you think you're fuckin' hard enough.

[He turns. Delight is behind the bar.] 'Cept for you. You're fuckin' okay.

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Alternatively, what they think about, may be how to more thoroughly subjugate us so as to prevent further ambitious or drunken ideas.

[ They do manipulate the environment with arguable ease. ]

Of course, they do know a few groups took down those dragons. If you had tried, would you have been able to fell one?

By myself? Fuck, I dunno, maybe if I got real fuckin' lucky.

[Those dragons were kind of in a higher weight-class than he is. He's tough as fuck to kill, but he really only fights with his fists and those dragons were fucking dragons. The RNG gods would have had to look very kindly upon him.]

Right.

[ 'Right' as if... of course, why not, of course Mr. Gren would have a chance, if very lucky, at killing a dragon. ]

They're likely aware of what some of us can do, then. Perhaps it would make a difference to show them directly, but I think you may be hurtling toward futility.

Yeah, well, right now we're all on a one-way train for fuckin' futility, so at least I'm tryin' to do somethin' about it.

[Nobody else seems to keen on standing up to these assholes, so apparently Gren has to get drunk and do it himself. Or something.]

[ From that perspective, the only one Mr. Gren should be targeting is Mr. Sorrow.

Unless he kills Miss Rage or Mr. Fear, they are unlikely to do anything but punish him (or them) for this. Mr. Hope and Miss Delight are actively attempting to get them out, but they have no idea what they're doing, and might be as likely to kill them.

Mr. Sorrow knows how to operate the Door. Pursuant to Hermann's discussions with him, Mr. Sorrow will not consider releasing them until all the gods have been revived. Thus, Hermann's efforts, what he tries to do, is feel hopeful and assist in keeping things easier for Mr. Hope, to whatever extent possible.

Yes, it feels a lot like obeying the gods, playing along, allowing their indignities, the complete opposite of standing up to, but in terms of realistically getting home, it's the best he's got. Unless they do themselves find the Door, but with the same concerns as animate his opposition to Mr. Hope and Miss Delight's attempts. (See: they wouldn't know if they spat them into empty space.)

He does not say all that, however.

He would not focus Mr. Gren on Mr. Sorrow. ]

Admirable, I suppose. Perhaps just as self-serving.

How the fuck am I bein' fuckin' self-serving? I want these fuckers to stop treatin' all of us like we're just a fuckin' dinner ticket, and they ain't listenin' when we ask nice.

[He wants a little mutual goddamn respect here, not just one party treating the other like they're combination children-and-chattel. They ask how something works, they get stonewalled. A lot of the time by that Sorrow asshole, and Gren would absolutely wreck his shit if he shows up, but some of the others do it too. Fear is just a fucking asshole who could use getting knocked down a peg or two. Rage is mostly just a bitch. Delight's okay.]

The fuck are we supposed to do, sit around with our thumbs up our asses, waitin' for Hope and Delight to either figure out how the Door fuckin' works or kill us all while they're at it?

Because all you may end up doing is making yourself feel better with reactive, violent action. I take your point, however.

[ It isn't as though it isn't something he wants, himself. It's rich, to say the least, to blame it on the vagaries of an insentient object (Hermann would derive a perverse satisfaction from it, if the Door was truly that, thus like numbers, without emotion, without design, simply behaving as 'coded'), yet treat them like consumable pests. They are entitled to much more than that, yet cannot manage a foothold toward respect.

Only, he doubts intoxicated challenges of brute force will do the trick. These gods may respond to power -- but ]

No, and certainly, they are for more likely to kill us than help us. But even if all of us, or all those capable in a fight, were to challenge them, they'd have to choose to engage us. Even if we did take Mr. Chopper's advice and, rather than sabotage ourselves, attempt to gain attention by savaging a temple, given what they have at their disposal, their response isn't likely to be to 'come down' or 'materialize' or whatever.

[Does Gren make himself feel better by violently lashing out at the sources of his frustration? Probably, people have been telling him that he's got anger problems for, like, centuries. When diplomacy fails, Gren jumps right to force.]

Yeah, okay, fine, maybe none of 'em will fuckin' listen to me and they'll all tell me to fuck off or somethin'. Then I gotta figure out something else, but I'm tryin' the simplest thing first right now. Occam's razor or some shit like that.

[And let's be real-- Rage would fucking love an invitation like this. Maybe Sorrow or Hope would require a little more finesse, a skill that Gren doesn't exactly possess in spades, but Rage? He should at least be able to get her. That's a start.]

Edited (wow i didn't notice that html fail) 2016-11-05 02:23 (UTC)