[ well, that didn't last long! mephisto is hanging out at the new bar, messing around with settings on his new phone as he sips what's probably his third liquid gold of the day — which as far as he can tell is another one of those wonderful rare drinks that doesn't have any effect at all!
(it does. he's just always rich and unrelatable so absolutely nothing is changing.) ]
A little ironic since it seems dying doesn't mean much of anything on this side, but yes!
[ sips his drink. ]
I suppose we'd all kind of gotten used to the way things were in the other dimension, but it was really pretty miserable! Especially with the way our numbers kept steadily dwindling.
I'll take a lively atmosphere like this over that any day.
I know! I wish I hadn't wasted that much time on it now.
[ sigh. ]
If they were trying to make that into my own personal hell, they did a pretty good job of it. I put so much into all these theories and plans that turned out to be dead ends. Everything has been so much stupider than I ever wanted to consider possible.
[ eh. he does regret that the information he got out of it wasn't more useful, but he still thinks it was a reasonable attempt to make. ]
At least it...
[ but then he trails off as some static starts coming out of the phone he's holding... followed by a series of messages. ]
This is Rynlan. Someone mentioned these were delayed, I think-? Well, either you'll get this later or you won't, I'm not bothering to repeat it. [a pause.] So how's that reward working out for you?
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literally 🖕 what the hell
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Ryn again. If the other one goes through, ignore it, all you need to know is that I did something stupid and wasn't feeling entirely myself. Also, I've relocated your ridiculous collection. No complaints, this is my room now.
[ mephisto's just sipping his drink throughout this (while holding the phone out of reach), and once the last one's come through he's just looking back at rynlan with a smirk. ]
I was telling you I found your note, if I'd moved them all then I'd have had to come across it. You went to the trouble of setting up codes, thought I'd at least be a little subtle about it.
You could have just alluded to clearing off my desk without tacking on the "this is my room now".
[ rude. ]
On that note, it seems like things may never have been censored coming in this direction, surprisingly. I sent Chandra a long message full of rehashed Satan facts before I died to see what would get filtered out, and apparently none of it did.
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week 7, monday
(it does. he's just always rich and unrelatable so absolutely nothing is changing.) ]
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anyway, ryn takes a seat nearby, still wreathed in a shadowy aura and floating an inch or two over the seat. he could sit normally, but will he? no.]
Well. Been having a good time over here?
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Well, I've only been here for a day, but I have to say it seems like it's a lot better than the other side ever was!
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Apparently it even has proper hospitals. They've been spoiled over here.
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A little ironic since it seems dying doesn't mean much of anything on this side, but yes!
[ sips his drink. ]
I suppose we'd all kind of gotten used to the way things were in the other dimension, but it was really pretty miserable! Especially with the way our numbers kept steadily dwindling.
I'll take a lively atmosphere like this over that any day.
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[he sighs, at that, picking up a drink of his own.]
Honestly, what a mess. And then after you bothered leaving that detailed a note, here we all are anyway.
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[ sigh. ]
If they were trying to make that into my own personal hell, they did a pretty good job of it. I put so much into all these theories and plans that turned out to be dead ends. Everything has been so much stupider than I ever wanted to consider possible.
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[faintly amused there, maybe.]
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[but, you know. for the best that deciding to control someone into murder went that way.]
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At least it...
[ but then he trails off as some static starts coming out of the phone he's holding... followed by a series of messages. ]
This is Rynlan. Someone mentioned these were delayed, I think-? Well, either you'll get this later or you won't, I'm not bothering to repeat it. [a pause.] So how's that reward working out for you?
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literally 🖕 what the hell
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Ryn again. If the other one goes through, ignore it, all you need to know is that I did something stupid and wasn't feeling entirely myself. Also, I've relocated your ridiculous collection. No complaints, this is my room now.
[ mephisto's just sipping his drink throughout this (while holding the phone out of reach), and once the last one's come through he's just looking back at rynlan with a smirk. ]
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he's trying so hard to use shadow tentacles to steal that Fucking Phone, but honestly, mephisto's probably going to be able to keep it away from him.
when it's done, he just slumps onto the bar with a groan.]
I hoped that mine didn't still make it through.
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Well, so much for that hope!
What did you even do? Drink something you shouldn't have?
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[with one of the drinks. which was, at that point, probably technically evidence. he leaves all of this out.]
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Though I hear you were also the one who literally sent him to his death. How'd that feel?
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[it's a slight relief, maybe, that mephisto didn't actually see it, or witness those shadows.]
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Anyway, it sounds like you were in quite a hurry to get rid of my things!
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[ rude. ]
On that note, it seems like things may never have been censored coming in this direction, surprisingly. I sent Chandra a long message full of rehashed Satan facts before I died to see what would get filtered out, and apparently none of it did.