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Emet-Selch ⬤ Final Fantasy XIV
residential district ⬤ Level 2 (TBD)
moonblessing ⬤ Cordis (moth)

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text - oct 1

[codecmoment]

[ The stupid chain text wasn't worth replying to, but for good fun, he can think of someone who'd respond to it hilariously. Get ready for some new age bullshit. ]

‼️ATTENTION‼️ 💀👻ALL HALLOWEEN🎃🕸 HOES😙💅 ITS TIME TO GET ☠️SPOOKY💀 YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS👏 GET 👊FISTED👊 BY A 💀SKELETON 💀SHOVE✊🍭 CANDY 🌽🌽CORN🍬 IN YOUR👉PUSSY😽 AND 🙅DONT🙅‍♂️ FORGET TO SUCK😩🙌 SOME 💏DRACULA💉 DICK🍆💦😫 SO PUT 🔛 YOUR 👗👑COSTUMES👘👒 AND GO 🚪DOOR TO DOOR🚪 👀👅💦BEGGING😩 FOR THAT 😍GOOD GOOD😍 SEND THIS TO TWELVE1️⃣2️⃣ ☠️SPOOKY👻 🍑SLUTS🌮 TO 👁SHOW💁 THAT YOURE READY TO GET SOME 🍫CHOCOLATE🍫 COVERED 🍆DICK🌽

This has to be Hydaelyn's fault, somehow

[sassian]

[Some of these fragmented beings certainly did think they were amusing... sigh.]

How heartwarming it is that you consider me one of your "Spooky Sluts."

Alas, fear that my "dick" is not currently covered in chocolate, nor is it likely to be in the foreseeable future. What, with hygiene concerns, and all. I do hope you understand.

[codecmoment]

Wait, you'll find this version more to your taste.

[ It's Ardyn reading the text out in all his lewd intonation and dramatic flair, like someone doing an audition for a play. He attaches the clip and sends it off, because if anything, Ardyn seems to be one thing the ancient being likes. ]

[sassian]

[There is a pause in communications while he listens and considers.]

Yes, you must admit that this version has more gravitas.

[codecmoment]

Do you have a crush on Ardyn? it's okay to admit this.

[sassian]

Oh please, it is nothing so juvenile as that. I simply hold him in rather high esteem, as a person of similar mind and situation to myself.

[codecmoment]

Also a big fan of his dick, apparently.

[sassian]

I'll not deny it, though I do not believe you are in any position to cast stones where that is concerned.

[codecmoment]

I'm not casting anything, you and I were both there.

[sassian]

Yes, I am not likely to forget.

In any case, I am happy to be remembered, even if it as as being someone likely to enjoy skeleton fisting and Dracula dicks. Thank you, Hal

[codecmoment]

[ That came out of nowhere. ]

Is that something you're worried about?

[sassian]

Hm, "worried" isn't exactly it. It is, after all, the usual state of things where I come from.

[codecmoment]

Is this something I should sit down with you and listen to you talk about?

[sassian]

If you have the time and the inclination, perhaps. It is a rather long story.

[codecmoment]

I already went to the gym. I have time for you, if you want it.

[sassian]

Very well. I shall send you the address to my apartment. I doubt our method of travel there when you last visited left you with much idea of the direction.

[He sends his full contact information along with the text.]

[codecmoment]

Give me a little bit!
Do you like coffee? I'll bring you one.

[ Because he does - he brought his own, which is practically jet fuel and stomach-churning in its strength, but for Emet-Selch he brings a hazelnut latte. It's fancy and smells nice. Maybe he won't find that offensive? It's a thing girls like, so... who knows. Hal's just in usual jeans and a cozy knit and a sweater, warm and comfortable for autumn.

He does knock, but he suspects that the guy will just appear behind him suddenly or something dramatic like that. ]

[sassian]

[Emet-Selch did not bother answering the text, but he did answer the door, in an entirely mundane way.]

Ah, Hal. Do come in.

[He makes a sweeping gesture toward the interior of his apartment, which has been redecorated since Hal's last visit. Furniture and decoration are still sparse, but the place now has a very Art Deco style, rather than the typical Prismal style.]

Oh, and is this coffee you've brought? It smells quite pleasant.

[codecmoment]

[ Score, he DID approve. Hal held the carry out cup to his host, inviting himself in. ]

I got you a fancier one, since I don't think you'd like the tar I drink to live.

[sassian]

[Emet-Selch accepted the coffe, holding it up under his nose to take in the aroma more deeply.]

Thank you, that was most considerate.

[Truth be told, he would have preferred one of those pumpkin spice concoctions, but this was perfectly nice too.... And he did have some manners.

He followed Hal inside.]

Please, make yourself comfortable.

[codecmoment]

[ Hal's a good boy who takes his shoes off before entering a person's home, and finds a couch to sit on before he sips from his portable mug. He had a feeling he may be here for some time, just to listen. Honestly, he had always been curious, but with Emet-Selch's theatrics, this may take... longer than needed. Maybe. ]

You don't dress down even in your own home? Huh.

[sassian]

Ah, I am rather a creature of habit, I must confess, and have grown quite used to this particular ensemble. I do at least change into bedclothes when I sleep.

[He shrugs and takes a seat in a rather oversized chair. He takes a sip of his latte before continuing.]

Well, you came here for my tale, so I suppose it is about time I told it.

[codecmoment]

I'm here.

[ Hal angles his body towards him, leaning forward, engaged and eager. ]

[sassian]

[Emet-Selch nodded, took another sip, and continued.]

Thousands upon thousands of years ago, when my world was as it should be, there were a people, towering in stature, intellect, and potency. My people.

We tended to our world as doting stewards, and we created wonders, using only the vast potency of our life-forces and our imaginations. We wanted for nothing and, thus having no need for jealousy, had no conflict with one another that could not be resolved by spirited, civilized debate.

You caught a glimpse of us, did you not? Cloaked and masked, as was our custom.

[He paused to take a sip and watched Hal, over the lid of his latte.]

[codecmoment]

[ ... what the hell does "potency" mean in this context... ]

I did, yeah. You make it sound like a utopia.