I'm Just A Soul Whose Intentions Are Good | Video| OTA

[ushahin]

[The first thing is that the phone has been propped between two branches on a tree in the orchard. Ushahin needs both hands for the task at hand. He's trying to peel a piece of fruit that has a bright purple skin on it. The problem is that if he tries to use his good hand to peel, his bad one can't hold onto it firmly enough, so it falls. If he tries to use his bad hand to peel while his good hand holds, his crippled fingers don't have enough force to break the skin. He'll be trying both methods alternately as he speaks in his usual soft tone.]

I was thinking tonight. A dangerous pastime, to be certain, but what I was thinking was this. How many of us who have been brought here are good? [He pauses, trying to get his nails under the skin, and he fails.]

I would ask how many of you here think you are a good person but-- [And there goes the fruit again, falling out of his bad left hand. He sighs and picks it back up.] --I don't think many of us have that high of a opinion of ourselves. I know I don't. [He's shattered too many minds and killed far too many people to think he's still got a soul anywhere close to being pure.]

So I will ask this. How many of you think those who are here with you are good people? Your family and friends, how many of them are good souls? [The fruit slips from his grasp once again.]

Damn. [He's given up trying to do this the nice, neat way. He ends the video by using his good hand for support, then biting down into the peel, and using his teeth to tear it partially off. It's not the most dignified method of being able to peel the fruit, but at this point, he's too stubborn to give up.]

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[ushahin]

Then what happened?

[He laces his fingers together, the crooked and the whole, placing them behind his head. His eyes look patient and ancient, as if there is nothing Connor can say that Ushahin hasn't already heard.]

Tell me. I do love stories.

[iustitiae]

Yeah, 'cause I'm really going to spill all my secrets on the network.

[he'd only told cashmere and cashmere is his new cave bff. telling just anyone about the murder? that's not something he can do]

[ushahin]

Well, you're no fun at all.

[He's smiling now, but it's not a very pleasant one. It's rather like the sharp-toothed expression a wolf might have upon cornering a very fat bunny rabbit.]

I could always find out my way, but I've been told most people don't like it.

[iustitiae]

That doesn't sound creepy at all.

[yes it does]

[ushahin]

That's why I gave you a chance to explain yourself. It saves me the trouble of going inside your mind.

[He shifts around, still with that insane-tinged grin on his face.]

I always find out what I wish to know from people. One way or another.

[iustitiae]

Well this cave just keeps getting more charming every day.

[he sighs, a little annoyed]

Creeping on people's thoughts is pretty rude. Is that considered bad taste or whatever, where you're from?

[ushahin]

It is, but I gave up caring on what people around me thought of my powers when I was seventy-five.

[Says the man who doesn't look like he's even hit thirty yet.]

Now, one last chance, Connor. Tell me of who betrayed you.

[iustitiae]

[hold on]

"Seventy-five?" You look way younger than that.

[ushahin]

Of course. I'm immortal.

[He says this in a simple manner, as if immortal beings are just something encountered every day.]

I am over one thousand. [He thinks for a moment, calculating out his total age.] One thousand, two hundred, and a little more than I have forgotten, all told.

[iustitiae]

Super old and reads minds. Cool. Cool.

[ushahin]

Do you believe me? [His mouth twists into a frown.] Or are you merely being flippant?

[iustitiae]

Both. Definitely both.

[ushahin]

Oh dear. One of those.

[He closes his eyes and shakes his head. He's found he has very little tolerance for the sarcastic flippancy some people here namely Sans seem to enjoy. He's far too old for such nonsense.]

[iustitiae]

I feel like you're implying something bad.

[but honestly?]

You're probably right.

[ushahin]

I've never had a taste for sarcasm. It's too much like idiocy to me.

[His bad eye catches the light, causing him to squint.]

I've been around a very long time. I see patterns in things, in people. People may use words to hide their true nature, but I always see it in the end.

[iustitiae]

Everyone hides things. And now we've come full circle.

[ushahin]

Tell me a secret then. Or I will continue to hound you until I become bored.

[That could take a very long time. Ushahin has the patience of an eon.]

[iustitiae]

Honestly I think you're more annoyed right now than I am.

[ushahin]

Oh, you'd know if I was truly annoyed. People tend not to like it.

[iustitiae]

Back to vague threats. Very scary.

[ushahin]

No, no, no, dear boy. Threats are for those who can't follow through on their actions. I issue promises.

[iustitiae]

I'm still waiting.

[connor, no.....]

[ushahin]

[He smiles again, that sharp, wolfish, predatory grin. When will people learn to stop testing him? He scans the residents of Hadriel, looking for Connor's mind. When he finds it, he doesn't tear through it with sharp claws as he's warrant to do. He merely reaches in there and squeezes, every thought in the man's mind suddenly filled with immense pressure, as if his entire life is suddenly drowning under its own weight.]

[iustitiae]

[well thats fucking horrifying. i guess he's at least going to learn not to taunt people who are clearly more powerful than him]

What the hell?

[ushahin]

[Ushahin stops immediately when he's proven his point. He's not usually malicious, just a very proud old man.]

Have you learned your lesson, boy?