[SCOTCH IT IS, chosen purely because it's the closest bottle at hand. He's generous with it, if not clumsy, but sooner or later there's a glass of amber liquid being offered.]
[There's a brief wrinkle of his nose when he scents the scotch briefly before taking the tiniest and most ridiculous sip, because he is nothing if not way over on the fruity drink end of the spectrum, but surprisingly perhaps -- he really isn't especially choosy at the moment. The most the slapdash drink gets is a huff before he turns to swirling it like a prop.]
I would say it was rather more work than we did last week! Why, I really did expect our little stray cameraman to rise from the dead, all the same. But I suppose that would be against the spirit of the game we've been drafted to.
[You'd expect some bitterness or perhaps even petulance here were it anyone normal. But it's Maou. He just sounds vaguely bemused, a little thoughtful. Muffled as he keeps sipping at the scotch while only making a little bit of a face here.]
Of course! Such is the nature of the RPG: you must eliminate all opponents in order to gain glory and experience, whether it is the lowliest slime or the pinnacle of all villainry. It is the natural order of things.
[You get the feeling that you're probably not talking about the same type of death...
Then again, death here seems to be an experience of its own, too. Maou taps his nails against the side of the glass, maybe thoughtful.]
I suppose that the less savory aspects of death are usually censored. It does rather put some people off...
Ha, and to juxtapose such things with the seemingly and superficially idyllic existence we are forced into here! Why, it almost adds insult to injury.
[That's just faintly bemused. And it really is debatable what he knows about death, but that's not the important thing here at this point.
The important thing now is that Haymitch's last question startles a bark of laughter out of him that stretches out into actual, uncontrollable cackling. It's definitely less polished than he's shown himself to be for the most part, but really. Really.]
Hahahaha! Now that is a truly amazing jest! What about me gives you even the faintest whiff of a hero?!
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Date: 2019-10-22 02:15 am (UTC)Hell of a day, huh?
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Date: 2019-10-24 04:25 am (UTC)I would say it was rather more work than we did last week! Why, I really did expect our little stray cameraman to rise from the dead, all the same. But I suppose that would be against the spirit of the game we've been drafted to.
[You'd expect some bitterness or perhaps even petulance here were it anyone normal. But it's Maou. He just sounds vaguely bemused, a little thoughtful. Muffled as he keeps sipping at the scotch while only making a little bit of a face here.]
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Date: 2019-10-28 02:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-10-28 02:40 am (UTC)[You get the feeling that you're probably not talking about the same type of death...
Then again, death here seems to be an experience of its own, too. Maou taps his nails against the side of the glass, maybe thoughtful.]
I suppose that the less savory aspects of death are usually censored. It does rather put some people off...
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Date: 2019-10-31 01:51 am (UTC)[At least somebody else here knows death, though. It's an awful camaraderie, but it's there nonetheless.]
So what, you're some kinda hero?
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Date: 2019-11-02 04:14 am (UTC)[That's just faintly bemused. And it really is debatable what he knows about death, but that's not the important thing here at this point.
The important thing now is that Haymitch's last question startles a bark of laughter out of him that stretches out into actual, uncontrollable cackling. It's definitely less polished than he's shown himself to be for the most part, but really. Really.]
Hahahaha! Now that is a truly amazing jest! What about me gives you even the faintest whiff of a hero?!
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Date: 2019-11-06 04:15 am (UTC)[Although he kind of respects him more for not claiming the title of hero.]