[ date doesn't even get to order his own drink before he's plummeting into the hole alongside rynlan, which is a minor annoyance, but enough of one that there's a put out little "hey!" from him that follows them on their tumble.
he doesn't get a lot of time to take in his bearings or take in almost anything before he's being thrown into whatever memory has rynlan so spooked and agitated.
he can't understand a lot of it -- prosthetics? those are fine. he knows what those are in theory, but how these are working, being made... it's unfamiliar to him. there's something about it that reminds him of the white of the psync room, glowing lights circling the psync machine, stark and quite frankly sci-fi. but the talk of mana and the overall feeling from the memory is foreign and strange.
and the man? he can only assume from context that the person he's seeing is rynlan. even though they look so, so different.
when the memory fades, he opens his own mouth to say something, but before the words come out his own memory (3:54-- 9:33; cw: talk of child abuse) is too busy parading itself around on the screen.
there's something a little tight about the set of date's mouth as he watches this one. somewhere between anger, anxiety and deep, fresh grief all rolled into one. ]
[he's already on edge from seeing his own memory, but date's following it--
his mouth pulls into a frown, long brows furrowed, ears still pinned back as he watches. this is just- he's never seen so many excuses, for something like this, he doesn't even know the child they're talking about and it still makes him angry.]
What the fuck.
[it isn't directed at date. he was trying. he's still looking at the screen, when he says that.]
I don't see how anyone can just-- there being a reason behind it doesn't matter.
... Yeah, neither of them were going to be winning world's best parent any time soon. [ ... ] I do think they love her, or at least Renju does. If he didn't care at all, he'd have left things as they were.
But it shouldn't have taken me dragging them by the ear to a bar and telling them they suck for them to do something about it.
See, you're already doing at least twice as well as her mother.
[rude? maybe. does he care? no.]
But that was... before I was touched by the Void. Elves are sensitive to magic, we rely on it. Being around concentrations of it will change us over time. We've more or less become distinct species as a result of that, night elves are more like cousins to high elves now.
The same thing happens faster with heavy infusions of different types of magic. For example, high elves who consume enough demonic energy quickly become demonic, just like they would if they had slowly absorbed that energy over decades. For us... it was shadow.
[local shadow elf laughing nervously in the bg during executions]
[ honestly? date's feelings towards shoko are "friend's ex-wife" territory at most. ]
...
[ oh dear. fun at executions for rynlan. ]
This sounds like something out of a fantasy novel, to me at least. So, wait, you... absorb energy and it morphs you into something new? That's the basics of it?
More or less. It's just not often that it happens fast enough to actually change an individual within their own lifetime. Happened all at once in our case, though.
...it was. It was done to us purposely-- they wanted to make us into something else entirely. Servants of the Void in full. Luckily for us, they were interrupted.
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he doesn't get a lot of time to take in his bearings or take in almost anything before he's being thrown into whatever memory has rynlan so spooked and agitated.
he can't understand a lot of it -- prosthetics? those are fine. he knows what those are in theory, but how these are working, being made... it's unfamiliar to him. there's something about it that reminds him of the white of the psync room, glowing lights circling the psync machine, stark and quite frankly sci-fi. but the talk of mana and the overall feeling from the memory is foreign and strange.
and the man? he can only assume from context that the person he's seeing is rynlan. even though they look so, so different.
when the memory fades, he opens his own mouth to say something, but before the words come out his own memory (3:54-- 9:33; cw: talk of child abuse) is too busy parading itself around on the screen.
there's something a little tight about the set of date's mouth as he watches this one. somewhere between anger, anxiety and deep, fresh grief all rolled into one. ]
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his mouth pulls into a frown, long brows furrowed, ears still pinned back as he watches. this is just- he's never seen so many excuses, for something like this, he doesn't even know the child they're talking about and it still makes him angry.]
What the fuck.
[it isn't directed at date. he was trying. he's still looking at the screen, when he says that.]
I don't see how anyone can just-- there being a reason behind it doesn't matter.
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... Yeah, neither of them were going to be winning world's best parent any time soon. [ ... ] I do think they love her, or at least Renju does. If he didn't care at all, he'd have left things as they were.
But it shouldn't have taken me dragging them by the ear to a bar and telling them they suck for them to do something about it.
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...did it help?
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So, maybe. I don't claim to be great at it. But I'm not hitting her and making myself a victim over it, so.
[ points in his favour. maybe. ]
Do you want to talk about the obvious elephant in the room, or is it a touchy subject?
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[so-- best case scenario, probably, skilled parent or not.
as for that question, though-- one ear twitches, but he eventually breathes out a sigh.]
...ask if you want. Don't suppose there's much point avoiding it, now.
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... maybe. It's not her fault her parents are either perpetually victimising themselves or too busy with their company.
[ date watches him for a moment, quietly. before nodding. ]
You looked very different back then.
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[rude? maybe. does he care? no.]
But that was... before I was touched by the Void. Elves are sensitive to magic, we rely on it. Being around concentrations of it will change us over time. We've more or less become distinct species as a result of that, night elves are more like cousins to high elves now.
The same thing happens faster with heavy infusions of different types of magic. For example, high elves who consume enough demonic energy quickly become demonic, just like they would if they had slowly absorbed that energy over decades. For us... it was shadow.
[local shadow elf laughing nervously in the bg during executions]
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...
[ oh dear. fun at executions for rynlan. ]
This sounds like something out of a fantasy novel, to me at least. So, wait, you... absorb energy and it morphs you into something new? That's the basics of it?
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... Fucking yikes.
[ honestly??? that's the mood. ]
Like experimentation?
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