tenebraecious | (no subject)

Yeah.

[time to haul up an unconscious grandpa, and look for some leverage.

he's taking more rope, actually, and creating just the slightest bit of tension by holding one end, looping it around an awning bar, and then tying the other end to the knots Glacies had already done.

when the tension is tight, it pulls his arms up so he has to stand on his toes to maintain comfort.]

As for how to tell, I've got some of it already. But realistically... you want me to be the canon you mighta regretted calling in.

I mean, I could do it, either way.

[as someone highly familiar with how this granpa spent a few thousand years, she is going to be damn uncomfortable and show it]

A touch lower. Please.

And what do you have? Before we have to put on this show together.

There was an issue with the whole cannibalism thing between him and SensitIV. Bad End got called in to clean it up.

[but, he does lower the rope, just some.

he does not harbor her discomfort]

Oh, I did not know . . .

[and she's out of her depth but going to keep up a strong front]

Is there anything else you have suspicions or concerns regarding?

Not specific people. But I'm sure a shady bastard like him's got a couple of irons in the fire.

Then, we must extract them all.

[taking a deep breath, straightening up]

Wake him.

[well.

guess he will just go over and punch him-- that'll wake him up.]

[ that will do it!

he awakens with a start -- and shakes his head as he does, getting his bearings, already out of sorts with how he has to shift his feet to maintain his balance ]

Ardyn.

I do not wish this to last longer than it must, but it is your choice how much you will endure.

It helps that we already know some of 'em.

Good to see you again, Absinthe.

-- well well!

[ he manages as he strains to find his footing, laughter somewhat breathless. ]

This is beyond what I would ever expect from you, miss Glacies. What do you hope to accomplish, exactly?

[internally hating everything ever, externally keeping her expression even]

I want to know what you have been doing here. Who you have harmed, what schemes you have imagined.

[and he's the one who's done the setup.]

I'm just here to help.

And what will you do if I do not comply? Torture me? Kill Alexander?

You hardly seem the sort.

For you, I can learn. I have been too delicate in dealing with you for long enough.

And if she doesn't, I can. It's not like she's got any control over what my robot assistant does.

[ there's a low laugh, and he tries to lean back as much as he's afforded the ability to. ]

Well, whatever you choose, do get on with it. I would not wish to be left hanging.

[ grandpa jokes! ]

You don't plan to even consider speaking?

[he keeps quiet for the moment, until he feels the right time to interject]

I am not feeling especially cooperative at the moment.

[considering Absinthe for a beat before looking to Jason]

Alexander or Ardyn, which do you prefer?

Alexander.

[without hesitation.]

He came running, and this is pretty clearly an attempt to get us pissed off enough at him to forget about him.

Oh, poor Alexander. I suppose this is what all of his sentiment earns him.

He is more scared for you.

[nodding to Jason]

Very well. Please, keep me informed.

[he shrugs.]

I dunno. Depends on what he's worth to you, what his sentiment earns him.

A little confessional with the pope? That's lighter than what I'd say you deserve.

[and then he steps back, and to Glacies,]

I'll keep you up to date.

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