[ unfortunately those years mean nothing to him, however i too am personally balding thinking that far back. anyway he's trying to be polite around the topic of age, etc. ]
[ i'm sorry i only have tragic backstory (TM) blurbs prepared so harley has to deal with his batman parallels... anyway, they can be at the food court when this happens:
your father dies because he dared to defy the gods, and wielded a heretic power at a severe cost. you do not know how he obtained it, and you did not know he had it to begin with. he dies in unbearable agony, and you take his life with your own two hands to free him from it. you can feel as he stills in your arms, as he draws his final breath.
blood continues to bloom across his waistcoat. rain falls.
...
...
you leave your home for the next three years, hunting the reason behind your father's death.
you see flashes of masked faces, mangled screams, and ashes. endless battles in the wilderness, stronghold after enemy stronghold laid to waste. you are angry and you tear down whatever stands in the way between yourself and a truth you may never reach. you lose the last of your teenage years to this violence, and emerge into young adulthood drenched in blood.
your actions finally catch up to you. you lie bleeding out, finally bested in combat after years of unchecked furor.
and then, a figure approaches.
...they're back in line. diluc just sighs, expression pinched because this just keeps happening all day. ]
Oh, yeah, yeah, coffee and nuggets! A classic combination.
[SWEATILY
anyway, the void is schlurping them up again to free them from this conversation. and also to make them watch more parental death, i guess. gaze upon the og.]
[we're in the (throws dart) lunar rink! diluc will find harley in the middle of doing what appears to be a mix of roller-skating and rhythmic gymnastics. all the twirls and flips that come with the latter, and the smooth gliding of the former.
she slows to a stop when she notices she has company, though, waving her arm at him.]
[ HARLEY YOU ARE SO CUTE AND BADASS!! diluc is actually pretty impressed as he watches. by default he contemplates just staying where he is, and letting her enjoy herself, however it's affection week so by LAW he is compelled to join. ]
...I don't see why not. As long as you don't expect me to...
[ he makes random motions with his hands which are supposed to be evocative of flippies. but yeah!! a moment later he's got skates on, and tentatively glides onto the floor... ]
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week zero, monday.
Damn... How'd they manage to smash it up like that?
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diluc can be standing next to her, also squinting. the vibes are pretty chill rn! ]
I wonder if it was done intentionally.
[ is there really no way to get it open? ]
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Probably? Don't know how you'd manage to get the gate stuck up there by accident. Not like that.
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Then, I wonder for what reason. Whether to keep us detained here, or if there's something beyond we aren't meant to find.
[ or both. or neither! ]
...Regardless, this is all quite impressive.
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[even if it wasn't emotionshare week, he can still tell from her tone that she thinks it's a load of crap.]
But that doesn't explain why the gate looks like that.
week one, tuesday.
Oh, my god.
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...Do you recognize it?
[ to diluc it looks like a perfectly respectable tome. licherally judging a book by its cover. ]
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Where did they even find this?
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...Is this not The Gloaming?
[ wait, these character names don't seem quite right... ]
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[ but similar enough to be conflated. huh! ]
...Is this sort of fiction really so popular, even in your world?
[ if he sounds a bit judgmental... it's because he is... ]
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[ unfortunately those years mean nothing to him, however i too am personally balding thinking that far back. anyway he's trying to be polite around the topic of age, etc. ]
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[ if tw*light is still around. ]
W3 TUESDAY
your father dies because he dared to defy the gods, and wielded a heretic power at a severe cost. you do not know how he obtained it, and you did not know he had it to begin with. he dies in unbearable agony, and you take his life with your own two hands to free him from it. you can feel as he stills in your arms, as he draws his final breath.
blood continues to bloom across his waistcoat. rain falls.
...
...
you leave your home for the next three years, hunting the reason behind your father's death.
you see flashes of masked faces, mangled screams, and ashes. endless battles in the wilderness, stronghold after enemy stronghold laid to waste. you are angry and you tear down whatever stands in the way between yourself and a truth you may never reach. you lose the last of your teenage years to this violence, and emerge into young adulthood drenched in blood.
your actions finally catch up to you. you lie bleeding out, finally bested in combat after years of unchecked furor.
and then, a figure approaches.
...they're back in line. diluc just sighs, expression pinched because this just keeps happening all day. ]
...What are you thinking of ordering.
[ DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT! ]
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harley opens her mouth. closes it. opens it again.
slowly:]
Uh... Chicken nuggets?
[they're in line for dunking donuts...]
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...Maybe a side of coffee to go with it?
[ he's trying to be helpful. (he did this.) ]
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[SWEATILY
anyway, the void is schlurping them up again to free them from this conversation. and also to make them watch more parental death, i guess. gaze upon the og.]
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...What was that.
[ he feels an oncoming headache. ]
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week four, monday.
she slows to a stop when she notices she has company, though, waving her arm at him.]
Heyyy! Wanna join?
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...I don't see why not. As long as you don't expect me to...
[ he makes random motions with his hands which are supposed to be evocative of flippies. but yeah!! a moment later he's got skates on, and tentatively glides onto the floor... ]
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Relaaaax, no flippy shit unless you want to!
week five, saturday.
You know, this is actually kinda nice...
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...I'd watch your step, though.
[ the flesh puddles waiting in the dark... ]
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[
immediately steps on a fluddle (flesh puddle)]
Ah.
W6 THURSDAY
and also looking quite lost in his thoughts. ]
...Do you know where we are?
[ his gaze narrows on her (non-threateningly), like he's trying to place her face in his memories. ]
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gazes back]
Oh, no.
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...Harley.
[ well, that's a start. he shuts his eyes for a moment, brow furrowing slightly. ]
What day of the week is it...?
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