Then could you tell us— how do they say it: hot or cold?
( a game that the few servants like to play back in chaldea, perhaps it can be utilized here. it's a starting place maybe, gives them an idea of which direction to get a feel of...
as for castor's question, she looks to friday curious. that's a good question too, but she won't break out the praises in the middle of an investigation. )
I withhold information from gods all the time! I have to treat all passengers equally, after all... Of course, the Captain doesn't have to, and he doesn't! He liked how easy her brothers were to antagonize, but he didn't think they were half as interesting as Jenny!
[that's why, when he decided to break someone, he broke her. they were just the tools he used to do so.]
-- Oh, that counts as a game! [VISIBLY EXCITED] I'm always allowed to play games!
( her eyes close at the comment as she knows a king doesn't have ro folkow the rules of their world, but they garner so much more respect when they do. she couldn't imagine losing castor in this way or have him be antagonized, and if she had to seem like easier prey so that eyes remove off of him onto her.
then she would.
rather than focus on the loss, she instead takes in the excitement that comes from friday in waves. if games are her thing, then she'll have to come back around and visit more often, but for now. )
( stop... castor isn't easy to antagonize... leave him alone, look how hard he's about to try here. )
Is Deck One hot or cold?
( it's unlikely that his first shot will hit the target, but he has heard a rather interesting theory about that jewelry shop of theirs. if not, well, it will narrow down their potential guesses by a little bit. )
( yesssssss... human game or not, castor is the best. pollux's praise only has him puffing up like some kind of bird showing off how great it is, or however those things work. he's not too concerned about it right now. right now... it's about the priorities. while he is set on finding both (all?) of her brothers, they still haven't found the first one—they've found where he is.
and castor's been in the hurikane. the only god he met there was venti, so in the interest of finding this one— )
( okay, well, he didn't think that far ahead. only kind of thought to that point. there are a few things he has in mind, but it's together with pollux that he feels the most confident. so naturally, he turns to hear her thoughts. )
You visited that place as well, right, Sister? What do you think?
( friday's eagerness makes this worth the game, seeing as she's just as enthusiastic as they are. it's at her brother's question that she turns to look at him, now the expectation is on her. she's not nervous or shy, but she doesn't want to disappoint him as she reflects on what she recalls in the room— the guy with perfect memory asking this of her. )
There's so much to choose from. ( a tap of her foot against the floor... ) What about the Greeter? With thecharmingsmile. You really can't miss it.
( she'll even outline the shape of it with her hands in the air.
broke: headman on table woke: bust on table bespoke: greeter that doesn't greet anyone and just sits there and stares at you. )
So it isn't the bust on the counter? ( "greeter" is kind of vague, isn't it. ) Hm...
( hm!!! it's fine, there's more attempts where that came from. for example: )
What about the lights?
( as a man with no clue how modern technology works, clearly they're called lightbulbs because it's short for lightningbulbs, or something like that at least. souls absolutely make for good batteries too, so it'd check out on that point as well. )
( they're in a hot room with a few cold items, this will be quite the game because if it's not the bust, or lights, then there's always the drawers behind the bust that caught her eye. could a soul be trapped in one of those? )
That's a good choice, Brother. It's not unusual for things to be hidden in the ceiling too.
( hmmMMMmmMMMMmm. it might not have been his own answer, but castor looks just as puffed up and proud on pollux's behalf. look at her go! being correct about things! )
Heh. As expected of you, Sister—your radiance is dazzling!
( bragging about her accomplishment like it's his own. no, better... he's so proud of her, and you know what? everyone else should be too. )
You agree, right, "Gal Friday"? I'm sure you're grateful to stand in her presence.
( please, please, please, pleaaaaaase don't do this to her right now. she's happy she could help, but her brother's praise is always embarrassing that her eyes dart from left to right, and then tilts her head down at the ground in order to hide the pink tint of her cheeks.
...
clearing her throat, she takes a deep breath as though to calm herself and regain her lost composure. there is one thing on her mind though from friday's words, and her gaze falls upon the assistance's face before sizing her up top to bottom. she's no longer visibly embarrassed, but she's searching for something. it is a shame that friday lacks eyes, because there's so much a person can learn from looking straight into them. )
Gal Friday, I have one more question before we retire. ( her voice remains firm. ) Are you allied with the "Captain"?
( between her eagerness to help, and then cutting them off before they can go any further, it makes her curios where the other lands in all of this. )
[sometimes she's very glad she doesn't have a face, because she'd absolutely be couplescourtmeme.gif right now.
... oh, there's a question that she can answer, thank god.]
Well... It really depends on what you mean by that! I'm built to serve him, after all, so that might count as an alliance! But, I think those are usually more... mutual sorts of things...
a bit of a shame if you ask castor, but he supposes it can't be helped; it's the natural conclusion to draw that the captain would prefer to use something he can better control as his go-between. if anything, its friendliness makes all the more sense through that lens. )
... I see.
( but with that established, it's hard to really be offended by a thing. some of that pride of his seems to drain out of him, replaced by look straddling indifference and disappointment. pulling his attention away from friday, he glances to his sister at his side instead, taking her hand in his so that they can make their way back. )
In that case, come on, Pollux. We got what we came for—let's go.
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I'm really not allowed to say much more about that subject, unfortunately... See, the Captain really likes scavenger hunts...
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( From the sneer on his face, evidently he does not like that. )
If you cannot tell us where they are now, what then of their time here? Was your captain particularly fond of them?
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( a game that the few servants like to play back in chaldea, perhaps it can be utilized here. it's a starting place maybe, gives them an idea of which direction to get a feel of...
as for castor's question, she looks to friday curious. that's a good question too, but she won't break out the praises in the middle of an investigation. )
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[that's why, when he decided to break someone, he broke her. they were just the tools he used to do so.]
-- Oh, that counts as a game! [VISIBLY EXCITED] I'm always allowed to play games!
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then she would.
rather than focus on the loss, she instead takes in the excitement that comes from friday in waves. if games are her thing, then she'll have to come back around and visit more often, but for now. )
Let's give it our best shots then!
( she claps her hands together gently. )
Where should we start first...
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Is Deck One hot or cold?
( it's unlikely that his first shot will hit the target, but he has heard a rather interesting theory about that jewelry shop of theirs. if not, well, it will narrow down their potential guesses by a little bit. )
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[but, she clearly had to think about it for a moment, for some reason.]
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( that's on deck three, which she could ask for the entire deck, but sometimes simple could be best!
anyway, someone has to be taking those pictures... maybe it's the brothers. )
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1/1
The Hurikane.
( she was a storm goddess, right? where better to hide her brother than the heart of the storm. )
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Hot!
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( she'll clap her hands gently, praising him. )
Would that mean we've found one of them?
( probably not all of them given the one finger, but it's better than zero. )
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and castor's been in the hurikane. the only god he met there was venti, so in the interest of finding this one— )
Are the objects warm or cool?
( the game must go on! )
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What objects? There's lots of things that could be called objects in there!
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You visited that place as well, right, Sister? What do you think?
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There's so much to choose from. ( a tap of her foot against the floor... ) What about the Greeter? With the charming smile. You really can't miss it.
( she'll even outline the shape of it with her hands in the air.
broke: headman on table
woke: bust on table
bespoke: greeter that doesn't greet anyone and just sits there and stares at you. )
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I'm going to say... cold! [mostly because she doesn't know what the FUCK they are talking about.]
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( hm!!! it's fine, there's more attempts where that came from. for example: )
What about the lights?
( as a man with no clue how modern technology works, clearly they're called lightbulbs because it's short for lightningbulbs, or something like that at least. souls absolutely make for good batteries too, so it'd check out on that point as well. )
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That's a good choice, Brother. It's not unusual for things to be hidden in the ceiling too.
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[claps] And that's about as much as I can play without getting into trouble!
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Heh. As expected of you, Sister—your radiance is dazzling!
( bragging about her accomplishment like it's his own. no, better... he's so proud of her, and you know what? everyone else should be too. )
You agree, right, "Gal Friday"? I'm sure you're grateful to stand in her presence.
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...
clearing her throat, she takes a deep breath as though to calm herself and regain her lost composure. there is one thing on her mind though from friday's words, and her gaze falls upon the assistance's face before sizing her up top to bottom. she's no longer visibly embarrassed, but she's searching for something. it is a shame that friday lacks eyes, because there's so much a person can learn from looking straight into them. )
Gal Friday, I have one more question before we retire. ( her voice remains firm. ) Are you allied with the "Captain"?
( between her eagerness to help, and then cutting them off before they can go any further, it makes her curios where the other lands in all of this. )
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... oh, there's a question that she can answer, thank god.]
Well... It really depends on what you mean by that! I'm built to serve him, after all, so that might count as an alliance! But, I think those are usually more... mutual sorts of things...
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a bit of a shame if you ask castor, but he supposes it can't be helped; it's the natural conclusion to draw that the captain would prefer to use something he can better control as his go-between. if anything, its friendliness makes all the more sense through that lens. )
... I see.
( but with that established, it's hard to really be offended by a thing. some of that pride of his seems to drain out of him, replaced by look straddling indifference and disappointment. pulling his attention away from friday, he glances to his sister at his side instead, taking her hand in his so that they can make their way back. )
In that case, come on, Pollux. We got what we came for—let's go.
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