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[hythlodaeus]

[He looks up with a grin.]

Oh no, not at all! I was walking up to the door when I noticed the sun and the breeze were perfect, so I decided to have my lunch.

[An entire brown bag of fruit, like he's a megafauna.]

[amaure]

...Right.

[He basically is a megafauna. He eyes the Tropius, then Hythlodaeus as he shifts the bag in his free hand, the other holding onto that cane.]

You realize your beast will not fit inside the building. Recall it, so we can go inside.

[hythlodaeus]

Oh, very well. [He snags the pokeball from his cowl and recalls his Tropius. He drops the ball back into his cowl. He eyes the cane and frowns.]

You still need that walking stick... Are you still injured or are you just becoming old now?

[Mortality was so confusing! He opens and holds the outside door for Solus.]

[amaure]

[That gets a glower from Emet as he walks past him to head inside, once Hythlodaeus follows, he's quick to give him his bag—it's full of department store bought items. Canned coffee, various prepackaged food items, and so on.]

Never you mind my cane, Hythlodaeus.

[He grumps at him as he makes his way to the elevator.]

But no, it has nothing to do with my age.

[hythlodaeus]

A simple fall has rendered you so injured. Frailty is a side-effect of old age, after all.

[He ducks into the doorway, being just too tall for all of it. He takes the bag without complaint.]

But you're in pain... Is there truly naught the medicus can do for you?

[ducks to get into the elevator too, standing at an awkward angle.]

[amaure]

[He truly forgot how bothersome it is to have someone who gives a legitimate shit about you. Not that he...totally hates it, he doesn't, but at the same time he hardly wants to explain what happened to Hythlodaeus.

He wouldn't...understand, probably. Maybe he would, maybe it's just too much of a hassle. Yet, at the same time, this is also proving to be quite the hassle. He glances at Hythlodaeus wordlessly as he presses the button for the fourth floor, and quietly he appreciates the fact his body kept to the height of the Garlean he possessed.]

They have done all they can. Mortal bodies are frail—not merely because of age—and all I can do now is let myself heal. And I will heal much more quickly if I did not have to waste my energy answering your inane questions.

[hythlodaeus]

Oh, do they truly strain you so much? Perhaps you should take a couple weeks off work! I could doubtlessly fill in for you!

[Who cares if that's now how it works. It should be. He walks down the hall, head nearly touching the ceiling with his gait before finally coming to Emet's door. He unlocks it and holds it open yet again.]

Surely your work is worthy, but not impossible for another.

[amaure]

[That just gets a sigh from Emet as he makes his way towards his apartment. It's rather small, but especially so with Hythlodaeus inside of it. Perhaps he should take part in a heist or something to line his pockets and get a bigger place...]

Nay, you cannot fill in for me. That is not how these things work. However, if you got yourself your own job...

[That might take some of the load off of him. Once inside, he makes his way to the small dining table, sitting down at it with a sigh of relief from taking the weight off of his poor joints.]

Besides, if I took off work, I could ill afford this dwelling.

[Terrible as it is. Such a downgrade to what he's used to. What Hythlodaeus is used to. But that's just...how the world is!]

[hythlodaeus]

There is apparently little use for researchers that hardly know the first thing about the little monsters here... but I have a venture of my own! It should produce profits at some point....

[Yo money fucking sucks ]

I still ill understand how this world works. It is clearly a simulation of some sort, yet we are being made to do all of... this? [He waves his hand around. ] We should bring the matter of currency and housing to the governing body for debate.

[amaure]

This world does not operate like ours once did.

[He retorts pretty bitterly.]

The government body is rather non-existent here, and aught we would debate would go absolutely nowhere. This...simulation, world, whatever it is, seems set to run as it is. My work is all part of my scheme to break it. Maybe then we might find ourselves freed.

[As he talks, he waves his hand around flippantly and with irritation, but once he's said his piece, he lets it settle on the table, before settling a curious glance at Hythlodaeus.]

...Is that what your research is for? Are you...trying to make a profit off of venomous secretions? To what end...

[Wait]

Oh, for the love of—are you attempting to make intoxicants?

[hythlodaeus]

[He steps over to the table, setting Hades' bag before him. He pulls out a chair, looks at it, and then pulls out another chair and places it side by side to be safe. He sits carefully, looking rather like a parent at their child's tea party.]

A poor desinger to be sure... And worse, the creator clearly had no oversight! I understand the temptation to keep one's more indulgent creations private, however...

[That this isn't Amaurot is an absolute travesty.]

Is that not what this whole world is about? To find, design, or invent aught that does not exist yet? Perhaps the people here would be calmer and more agreeable if they entered the state of free thought!

[He pulls an apple out of his bag, and takes a bite. He talks while chewing.]

And ordinarily I would not so greedily seek profit either, but I have no intention of starving or sucumbing to the elements! Besiiides, perhaps I can discover a few medicines in the process.

[amaure]

[Emet watches as Hythlodaeus brings his food to him, and then...fashions himself a double-chaired seat. It's so inconvenient for Hythlodaeus being in a world that caters to little men, but he supposes none has a better disposition for such travails than he. Digging out his lunch—prepackaged sandwich rolls filled with Mediterranean adjacent ingredients—he listens as Hythlodaeus prattles on.

It isn't that he even disagrees with his friend outright, but they are powerless to change this world as they are at the moment. Their conquest will be a slow burn, and even still Hythlodaeus was never the sort for such matters. Once upon a time, neither was he.]

I think you will find these mortals are more free of thought, than aught else. However, man ever desires his pleasures, and you may find yourself quite the market. Mayhap even those willing to bargain with your requests, but I advise you do not hold your breath.

[He takes a bite out of one of his rolls, shrugging his shoulders as he chews. If Hythlodaeus discovers a few medicines, that could also be rather profitable, though he's not sure if these mortals deserve such kindness. A thought he won't air in the presence of his friend.

He wouldn't understand.]

[hythlodaeus]

You’ve spent ample time with them, so I suppose I should trust your word. However... you have ever skewed towards a curmudgeonly disposition. I hope you won’t be too testy if I take your words with a grain of salt.

[He shrugs. He’s set his sights on his goals and won’t be easily deterred. ]

People adapt slowly to change, but I’ve never wanted for patience. It will all turn out well enough!

[He leans over, stands of his hair falling loose and brushing the table ] What are you eating?

[amaure]

When have you ever taken me just at my word? I am rather used to them being naught but grains of salt to you.

[He says, only cementing Hythlodaeus' point about being curmudgeonly. As Hythlodaeus leans over to ask about his food, he's about to take a bite. Pausing, he looks between his nosy friend and his food, before closing his mouth with a frown.]

'Tis a sandwich roll, filled with ingredients relatively similar to aught we've enjoyed in Amaurot--I would offer you one, but you do not partake of meat.

[hythlodaeus]

[He sits back and folds his arms, eyeing Hades thoughtfully. ]

Is it Pokémon meat?

[amaure]

[He pauses.

Looks at the sandwich roll in his hand.

Looks at Hythlodaeus.]

I do not know, nor do I care.

[He promptly takes a bite.]

[hythlodaeus]

[ Hythlodaeus doesn’t seem particularly bothered by the meat eating in of itself.]

You aren’t even the littlest bit curious about that which you would put inside your... [ He frowns. He was about to say body, but there’s at least three reasons that’s untrue.] Physical ... form.

It is unlike you to not care!

[amaure]

Nay, I care little what happens to this form.

[He says as much plainly, somewhat distantly.]

It is not likely they will admit exactly what they've used. Perhaps to keep the consumers free of guilt, ridiculous though that is.

[hythlodaeus]

It is all just Creation, of course. [He raises his brows]

But it is somewhat ethically worrying to Create such highly emotionally entelligent animals for slaughter. Hm, I must apologize. You've caught me worrying about our captors.

[He shakes his head, refocusing.] But of course, that body merely houses your soul. Though... It can be damaging to the soul if you insist on injuring and improperly nourishing the body.

[amaure]

I will be fine.

[He basically spits out with annoyance, before moving on to something far more interesting than Hythlodaeus' worrying about him.]

From what I have gathered, there's the equivalent of a primal at the helm of all of this. 'Tis he who has created such creatures, he who has brought us here. Or so that is what I have been lead to believe. Whether or not he is truly a primal by nature, I know not, but I find myself hard-pressed to believe such a creature is of a natural sort.

[He explains with a wave of his hand.]

More likely than not he was created by the people here through their belief of him as some sort of god. Not unlike the various other beasts that are "legendary" in their distinction.

[hythlodaeus]

Ah, that would explain... some things. What is the nature of this primal? At least enough so that I understand when I hear it spoken about.

[He picks out another piece of fruit from his bag. It is a cantaloupe. He stands to go find a knife in Hades' kitchen.]

[amaure]

He is...a space llama.

[He says rather deadpan, but then huffs in amusement before shaking his head.]

I do not know much else, most of our fellow imports seem to refer to him as such, mayhap due to his ridiculous appearance. I have not seen him myself, I am not sure who has, or who may yet have more information.

Perhaps I will eventually seek him out, should my own work's progress stall eventually.

[hythlodaeus]

[Ah, the subject of escape. But there was nothing there for him back home.]

There must be some manner of gaining audience with it.

[And hopefully this will fail.]