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█ To Commune with Drizzt Do'urden is to step out of extreme darkness, blindly scrabbling below a burning sun. To feel pain and hope filling the heart, amidst the bitterness of exceptional loss. It is the wind sweeping across permafrost, cascading down towering mountains rising like the arched spine of a great entity; the fumbling descent to a forested encampment, filled with hundreds of unique seats arranged around a warming fire. Every seat bears a core warmth, as if the person who had once inhabited it had only just clambered to their feet, and walked away into the darkness beyond the fires. It is a sweet loneliness, and a lingering terror of being alone. |
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[ Very much out of the blue, Drizzt will suddenly feel the touch of the strange, unnatural dark that characterizes Sebastian's mind in Communion. As attuned to his senses as he is, Drizzt will likely feel that additional, hair-raising sensation of something unseen in that dark. It's all the eyes and teeth that Sebastian purposefully keeps hidden, the feral chaos that he hides underneath his perfect, orderly facade.
This, of course, is irrelevant for today.
Because while the emotion that comes through is completely, absolutely serious… Well. ]
Your panther is absolutely beautiful and charming. You were not feeling talkative, so I must ask now—what is their name?
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Demons are much easier to understand, as they seek a violent path that will carry them from point A to point B; devils also want to go from point A to point B, but it's all their dithering and games jammed into the middle of it that make them annoying and dangerous. They're far more flexible about how and when they get to where they want to be.
He shares a silent moment with his feline companion, as if to ask her how she wishes to handle this. And then: ] Guenhwyvar. Her name is Guenhwyvar.
[ His mind is cool, stiff. Already wondering if the devil wants to get to him through her.
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[ He repeats the name perfectly and warmly, and the space of Communion fills up with... affection? ]
A lovely name. It sounds almost Welsh, but, ah, I assume that there is no such place in your world.
[ He and Raphael have probably had long chats about their respective mortal realms, but also like, 90% in an extremely nerdy context, I'm sure. Drizzt, kill them (again). It's the right thing to do. ]
Well, she is magnificent, and I hope she is aware of it! I have never seen a cat so large, but it was an absolute pleasure, circumstances aside. Her fur looked exquisitely soft, so I regret that I did not get a chance to pet her.
[ This all seems to be perfectly, absolutely sincere. Somehow. ]
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[ Maybe it's because he's learned too many lessons about giving ground before devils and demons ( and drow, and the wicked others of the Realms ), but. This is a very strange conversation. The frost in his voice gives way a little; Drizzt isn't one to remain on the defensive for long.
Instead, he seems to draw the image of Guenhwyvar into their connection — alluding to her presence at his side, her tail lashing as she licks her mouth clean of a recent meal they'd shared. See? A kitty. ]
Wait. Goodness, is that why you froze up just before I ran you through?! You were admiring her?
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Or: His Communion warms even further at the image of Guen. It... absolutely does not fit for a devil or a demon, or even just Sebastian general impressions in public Communions. He's so cool and distant that this surge of affection really is strange, but it's also probably nice to experience. ]
Oh—! Ha, well, do tell her hello!
[ He laughs a little more, still warm and unbothered as they chat. ]
But essentially, yes... I admittedly misjudged a tad, since I thought you were going to go the right instead of the left, but that would have put me more into her range. It would have been you or Miss Guenhwyvar to catch me either way!
[ he would have preferred to have been mauled by a cat even though that's surely way more brutal honestly ]
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Anyways, there is an impression that Drizzt shares of himself politely informing Guenhwyvar that "Sebastian Michaelis bids you a hello", because it is a harmless bit of courier work and Guenhwyvar has no Shard with which to join into their Communion. She resonates with Drizzt, though; draws on his connection to Zenith, which flows through her as well — there is no Astral Plane, he's found, but Guenhwyvar goes somewhere when she must rest. Somewhere irrevocably tied to this world at the end of all worlds.
Her response is the most regal of throaty chuffs, her whiskers fanning forward as she seizes at Drizzt's leg. Half-rolls on her side and tugs, as if to tell him "stop talking to strange men", in an oddly motherly way. ( To be fair to her, when Drizzt speaks with strange men, it never ends well. ) ]
Do you hold it against us, then? I did have a few reasons for dissipating you, one of which was that my information was a little behind the times.
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Oh, not particularly, no. Dissipation is unpleasant, certainly, but at least this time it managed to skip the process of having to come back. I dislike the latter a bit more, actually…
[ It’s best not to ask why, though. That is a rationale that is definitively in the realm of the fiends, regardless of term… Even if he’s the one receiving it, he simply viscerally enjoys violence.
m]Though I am curious what your reasons were, admittedly. I listened in on your discussion with Hayame, naturally, so I know she set you after me, but that is presumably part of the outdated information, as I had removed myself from Zenith first… But if there were others, I am interested.
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[ Drizzt's smile falls away, exposing something a little more severe, a little more grim. He's grown used to wearing a personable expression, using shy warmth to support and elevate his allies and others having a hard time — the truth is that he can be deeply harsh, devoted to the blade, devoted to a justice beyond the pale.
And that justice does not welcome the machinations of demons and devils; for they are always conniving for their own sake and ends. He simply cannot trust them, though he juggles his preconceptions of them with the new reality as best he can. ]
I could not find much on you, beyond what you are. While in my world, that would be enough to condemn you... it could not be what led my blade now. I looked into your alliance with Silco, though. What changes happened to Kowloon from the time you both took up residence there suggested a proclivity for corruption. You destroyed their freedom and independence by encouraging xenophobia and resentment towards a given target. It was Springstar, and handily, that benefitted Zenith.
[ An image might spring within Sebastian's mind — that of a bored, yawning goddess, putting her fingers into the metaphoric wounds of generations of drow. Coaxing them to hate and hate and hate; hate one another, hate outsiders, hate and hate and hate. He sees that in Kowloon, it seems — the cruel whimsy of Lolth, in Sebastian and Silco's actions. ]
I don't like cruelty. I abhor it.
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Though some pleasure remains, or rather, shifts in quality. Drizzt’s words might as well be praise, and he feels no reason to hide that feeling now. Perhaps if he were still Zenith and still actively pushing Kowloon in that direction, he might be more subtle, but now? There’s no need. That little effort was one to serve his master, but more importantly, it was to steep him in the delicious sort of hypocrisy that he favored as a flavor of the soul.
The goddess pulls a little curiosity at first, but then a gentle laugh at the statement. He thinks that it’s such a shame that Drizzt hadn’t arrived earlier. Perhaps Kowloon might have been more satisfyingly challenging to manipulate. At least someone noticed eventually, he supposes. ]
Oh, I am not surprised to hear that you could not find much. I pride myself on being very well-behaved, so far as my brethren go.
[ Of course, there’s layers to his seemingly casual statement. It’s more that he doesn’t pick violence as his first recourse, or perhaps even his fifth, though he adores it the same as any of his kind. It’s extremely indirect confirmation that Drizzt’s concern is well-founded. He’s dangerous and formidable, and there are tales to prove it from Meri like D and Hayame, but his deft ability to wield a softer power is far more dangerous to people. ]
…Normally, I would argue that I destroyed nothing. Merely gave a little more confidence for feelings already within their hearts. But I see that this would not exactly be a convincing one, hm?
[ Drizzt already sees the trick for what it is thanks to Lolth. Yet rather than be disappointed at having his tricks exposed, he’s lightly intrigued. So, he’s honest as a result. ]
I adore seeing mortals’ cruelty. It is exceptionally interesting.