sprace: temenos

[agamid]

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weekend 0, saturday, observation deck

[agamid]

[ Dion looks out into space... What are her secrets? ]

This is not a sight I expected to see again while I still lived. [ Sometimes he just shares things. Looks at Temenos. ] It is rather overwhelming, don't you think?

[inquired]

[ ??? ? HELLO

temenos, being a normal person who is definitely very good at having conversations, ignores this question in favor of the first part of the conversation with a slightly surprised noise and a tilt of his head. ]

My, have you taken a trip to the heavens before? How blessed.

[ the lofty way he says this suggests he's playing around and not actually Blessed by this admission. but also. what the fuck ]

week 0, monday!

[inquired]

[ it's another day in spacehell!

temenos is in the bar at the moment, flipping through his IRIS in the way you might expect a ye olde to flip through this kind of device (slowly), and occasionally rifling through a very large stack of papers.

he glances up when he realizes someone's entered the room, though, and hums. ]

Dion. Come for a break from all the excitement?

[ there is literally nothing exciting going on ]

[agamid]

[ Mood, bro. Dion also manoeuvres through the IRIS like a boomer.

In any case, he wanders over, a bone deep melancholy in the air around him that fades the closer he gets. ]

Something of the sort. [ Gives a curious look at the papers. ] Is there something that you are working on?

w0, friday.

[inquired]

[ (temenos, day one:) bad things are going to happen

anyway here we are. everything is terrible forever! temenos disappeared with throné from the observation lounge fairly quickly, but now that things have settled a little, he can be found in the upper simulation room. the part that's still open.

just

standing there. hand on his chin. eyes closed. unmoving. his emotions are thoughtful and focused, and he is completely unmoving. ]

[agamid]

[ did he go to sleep because if so mood as hell ]

... Meditation?

weekend 0, saturday, titan's call

[agamid]

[ vibes are bad man, they're bad, but he looks the same as ever, just a little tired when he sees temenos. ]

Temenos. Good work today.

[inquired]

[ the vibes are...placid. they're fine, mostly - at least, on surface level, temenos looks perfectly fine. his emotions underneath that are a little murky. there's something deeply thoughtful, something unhappy, and something... even a little annoyed? underneath it all, though it's not at dion.

at the company, he glances over and offers him a calm smile. ]

Hmm - all in a day's work, I suppose. Ought I be saying that to you? You handled it all well.

w1, monday

[inquired]

[ puts us in da club because i think it's funny. whats the worst place in the world for two catholics.

this is uh. not temenos' usual jam. to say he looks out of place in this building is putting it very lightly - however, despite the oddness of a beacon of holiness in the middle of a room full of vampires, he seems to be fine? he's chatting with one of the patrons, some vampire dude who is eyeing him arguably more like a meal than a person.

has he noticed this? hard to say! but he is seemingly unbothered by the fact that this dude is clearly looking to take a chomp... gonna let that slide? gonna join the conversation? what's the plan dion ]

[agamid]

[ crawls here after mingle insanity

this is also not particularly dion's usual haunt, but he's curious about the locale so in he wanders. the bar reminds him of the taverns they would encounter in their military campaigns, but different enough that it's not quite comforting.

though temenos looks plenty comfortable. dion eyes his company warily for a moment before heading over. ]

It seems you're acclimatizing well, Temenos.

week 1, thursday

[agamid]

[ PUNK

WHERE ARE YOU! ]

[inquired]

[ :hehe:

ill be nice and say the medbay. temenos is hanging out on one of the cots, his leg propped up on a couple of pillows, and wearing what used to be a very cool fit that is torn to. many pieces. there's a bloodied piece of a vine sitting on the table near where he's sitting.

he glances up, briefly. ]

...Dion. How are your injuries? [ once a healer always a healer ]

week 2, monday, elc paddock (anoria)

[agamid]

[ dion is observing the mounts, fascinating by them. ]

The robots are most fascinating. These are even more lifelike than the servers on the ship.

[inquired]

[ they sure are something, aren't they? temenos watches them too, leaning on the fence. ]

Mm. I'd hardly know better. [ he glances over at dion. ] Planning on taking one for a ride?

w2, friday.

[inquired]

Come take a walk with me.

[agamid]

Alright. Where?

week 2, saturday

[agamid]

[ goes to find him... hewwo ]

[inquired]

[ hewwo!!!!

temenos is at the bar. you know, this is where you go when things are Like This. like many weeks ago, he's sitting with a glass of wine, though it currently looks untouched, and has a notebook in front of him.

he glances up when he hears footsteps, though, and dips his head. some of that stained glass is on his cheeks again, though it's not moving. ] Dion. [ hi ]

week 3, monday, library

[agamid]

[ Welcome to the library. Or not! There's a rift here now, engulfing both Dion and Temenos, and taking them from the ship to a grandiose audience chamber.

And there, ever like a serpent, Annabella smiles at you.

You were only eleven when she married your father, and it had been clear from the moment she stepped foot into the castle that she had no love for you, and that she viewed you as little more than an obstacle in her quest for power and prestige. It bothered you little, since you hardly cared to pursue either of those things for yourself, and you owed it to your father to treat his wife with respect.

Then she stripped you of your title as crown prince. Then, she placed her son as a puppet with which to rule the throne.

And now, she fills your fathers head with lies, stealing from you the only family you have ever known.

And it burns. You have ever been a loyal servant and a dutiful son, but you cannot let this woman bring your family and your country to ruin.

With that resolve, the memory fades. ]

[inquired]

[ we're off to a great start with eugenics.mp4

anyway. these voids are awful in general, so when they're both swallowed by the rift, temenos is very tense - when the memory plays, it only fades by minutae.

like always, his expression is hard to read, as he absorbs the details. the woman and her story - the separation of a family, the manipulative tactics. the crushed flower, at the end, and dion holding himself back. there's a pause.

... and then, slowly, he murmurs, and this time there's contempt in his calm voice - ] What a foul woman.

[ LIKE. DAMN? ]

w3 saturday

[inquired]

[

well!!!!! THAT WAS TERRIBLE!!!!!

temenos is coming to visit dion not too long after the trial ends, honestly - his expression is... a little less hard to read than usual. he looks visibly unhappy, eyes stormy. ]

...Dion. How are you feeling?

[agamid]

[ hehe! hello temenos ]

Tired.

[ he doesn't bother with pleasantries ]

week 4, wednesday

[muguwugu]

[ he is floating here, covered in paint ]

Congratulations on your victory.

[inquired]

[ help me. temenos has since cleaned off, and he looks idly at his staff like he might do another holy paintball water cleanse, but he is no longer able to do paint and instead could only heal your moogle wounds. ]

This is a very dignified look for you. [ lol. lol. holding his hands out to the Moogle... wow...who could this be... ]

week 6, saturday, church

[agamid]

[ yeah, of course.

anyway, dion is mostly just looking around curiously. he'll smile when he sees temenos. ]

Hello, Temenos. Have you been well?

[inquired]

[ me like why of course and then i looked up and saw church and i laughed

anyway temenos is here! he's sitting in one of the pews, legs stretched out in front of him. his feet are currently resting on this monstrosity, which is roughly horse sized and drooling on the floor. its eyes are open but it appears to be breathing like it's asleep? i wouldn't ask. ]

I thought you might make your way here. [ of course! ] I'm as fine as I've been, though I ought to be addressing you with that question, I think...?

wk 7, monday

[inquired]

[ standing outside the resort today is temenos! he looks like he may have been conversing with the locals... though it doesn't seem much like he's gotten any answers he wanted to hear? that or he's just frowning, looking as cheerful people who are definitely not in a weird cult go off to do cult things.

when he spots dion, he nods his head towards him in greeting, eyeing the resort again. ]

I suppose this is the "vacation spot" we were forced to feel like we wanted to go to on Fridays, here and there. What say you, Dion? Feel like talking a vacation?

[ that last part is so, so dry. ]

[agamid]

[ he looks over the resort as if genuinely considering the question ]

A bizarre question, as we've already been on vacation for several weeks now.

week 7, endgame

[agamid]

[ hehe hi temenos

smiles and looks him over ]

I hope you did not exhaust yourself past your limits today.

[inquired]

[ well he is absolutely just laid out on a couch on the observation deck. like full :contemplates: pose, hands folded on his chest

though dion does get a lazy hand wave as he opens his eyes. ] It's been some time since I've used my magic to its full extent, but, I'll be fine in the morning.

[ healing naps real ] How are you feeling?