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<archmage> cw: uh, minor gore ideation?
I want him to be his untainted self, full of hatred and seething. I want to watch his eyes glaze over with horror when he realizes he is not the being he believes himself to be. I want to watch his smug expression fall away from his face, instead replaced with anguish wrought by my claws.
I will make him pay for his repugnant display by goring his belly and pulling fist-fulls of his entrails out with my bare hands.
[Ok, actually? Deep breaths.]
...But yes, I agree. AM is detestable and I do not trust him. I am glad we agree there.
<a.dyer>
Damn, he really is one of the dangerous men of Ryslig. Yet Annie knows he isn't dangerous to her. They care about each other. ]
You're angry because you feel cheated. You wanted a fight and you had it snatched from you by someone you would rather crush.
You will get to ruin him. You also get to remind him the next time you speak of every little thing you did while having tea. I don't know what you said or did but I would have walked all over him had I been in the right frame of mind.
[ Go full Mean Girls. ]
<archmage>
Oh I will be sure to rub every mortifying action he took in his face and watch his expression twist with shame.
It's what he rightly deserves.
I would be happy to have you watch my match against him when the dust settles and we're able to pick a date for the Cube once more.
<a.dyer>
Not everyone needs to see this side of her. ]
It could enrage him. I wonder if his rage cows him? It is a fine line between shame and rage.
I want to see him brought low. He's a hate filled thing. He isn't even artistic about it as far as I can tell. I could almost respect an artist.
Instead, he's a sad creepy man shaped like a demon.
I will happily watch.
<archmage>
[Not to mention it only further solidifies Eridanus' beliefs that no one is truly good-hearted.]
I'll be sure to let you know when it happens...
But onto happier topics:
What else did you do this past week? Besides luring in the hearts of young men across Bavan, and talking to me, of course.
<a.dyer>
I gave a cute dog Lucius and I took from my first meal and gave him to a friend. I think he'll be much happier! (The dog. No idea about my friend. Crabby fellow. Hates fun but I find him a decent guy.)
<archmage>
[SarcasmโEridanus hates dogs.]
It sounds to me like you've been on quite the adventure this past month, Annie.
No wonder you wish to lay low.
I feel fortunate enough that mist did not affect my psyche beyond making me inherently truthful.
<a.dyer>
Between that and my actual job? I have been busy.
I noticed that my ability to filter and mask my feelings was just gone. That's what got me into trouble. Anything I felt was intense and almost demanding? I don't like that. I like being able to think things through.
<archmage>
I came to terms with feelings such as those rather early on in my arrival to Ryslig. Apparently trolls are prone to extreme mood swings, which I have certainly felt.
[And showed her!]
It's still rather jarring, especially since I used to be so level-headed before.
<a.dyer>
I did notice some slow changes to how I think? I'm having difficulty not cleaning everything. It's an obsession at this point. I was not this bad before now.
<archmage>
It's likely a thing of arachne psychology.
I can't see how a clean home is a bad thing, perhaps you can come clean our apartment.
Lucius doesn't clean, though I'm not sure if it's because he doesn't know how to, or that he doesn't care... And I try but I am no good at it.
<a.dyer>
I'm not sure he would want to? Cleaning doesn't quite fit with what I understand of him. I'm glad my Mom made me learn to care about my things. Dad was bad before they got involved according to her.
Like buy new shirts because he hated washing or didn't have time.
<archmage>
I have heard of this obsessive compulsion to clean repeatedly, though I doubt you have anything to worry about. By my understanding, Arachne just like to have clean "webs."
Lucius is better than I am at living in dismal surroundings, which is why I've started to pick up when absolutely necessary. Both of us had servants for that kind of thing before.
If you had told me I'd be cleaning a home just a few months ago, I likely would have laughed in your face.
<a.dyer>
We'll see how I actually react.
Seriously? That's pretty bad. Some stuff needs to be cleaned a specific way or you risk destroying it. Please tell me he knows how to get his clothes cleaned? Buying more when what you have gets stained doesn't count. It's just super wasteful to do that.
<archmage>
It is actually hard not to get angry at the sight, but when I try to dress him, he ends up peeling himself out of half the layers!
Regardless, I have been good at outsourcing some of the cleaning, such as taking our clothes to the drycleaners. I am not sure what else I can hire out for. Perhaps some human maid service, but I don't trust Lucius not to torment them while they work.
<a.dyer>
No, seriously. Offer the cleaner extra in tips or whatever should Lucius torment them. They are there to clean not be his entertainment and deserve compensation for dealing with things outside their normal duties.
Also offer to make sure they are safe while in your employ. Don't let other monsters eat them, that'd be tacky.
I have nothing to say on someone more than ten years my senior who can't dress themselves. That's all on him. He's an adult.
<archmage>
Perhaps I will look into it, though... I really have no clue how to go about cleaning and while I've managed so far, having a job and then coming home to clean is not my definition of fun.
As for the dressing, I don't think he's worn anything outside of armor for more than ten millennia, so I don't really blame him.
He's compliant enough until the clothing becomes restrictive. It seems I am the only one who appreciates the snug fit of a well tailored suit.