[ Considering they're both bird parents, you never know~ ]
You're fond of paperwork, aren't you?
[ First the invitation letter, now this. That said, Fandaniel does, in fact, take the time to peruse the contract. He ensures it contains only what they've discussed, although he wonders at Sika's words. She hopes they won't have to involve it during his time here?
Ominous! To act as a shelter for her and the little bird, what could that mean exactly? Physically? Surely not, for he is nothing more than a mage puppeting a dead man. Spiritually? Could Asahi's pathetic little body hold three souls?
The scientist in him feels giddy to find out. Perhaps it will even be enough to destroy him for good! Interesting... so interesting... He can't help it. He laughs and reaches out to sign the contract, to seal the deal. ]
I shall look forward to our partnership, dear Dramaturge, though be sure that I will not be kind should I find you double-crossing me instead.
[ Sika Madu may be untouchable, but what of his child? Hmm? ]
From one researcher to another, you must understand it is a wont.
( Guess who's also a scientist lmao.......... They study Fandaniel so wisely reading over the contract, but they seem pleased he finally signs.
It works just so! Fandaniel gets the sense it works out because his heart is open to it - that he's a willing signee - so as long as that holds, the signature works. And, viola! Before him shimmers the contract, full and complete, and it lingers a few moments longer before Sika makes a grasping motion, and the light - the contract - is drawn in, as if swallowed into a black hole.
Fandaniel may recognize, now or in time, that lights tend to be dimmer around him, or flicker and dim if they were bright already. He also feels that seat sprout within him in a strange sense, and begin to sow its roots. Hmmm...
It seems it wasn't a figure of speech when Sika said they were connected, either— In the echo of his dead heart, Fanadniel feels a little more aware of Sika in a metaphysical sense. It feels kind of weird, but it's not innately ... bad? Hmm. For now, the connection is young. )
I believe I ought to say this of you, no? I can quite clearly picture you imagine turning on me on a whim . . . But so long as this contract holds, I shall expect nothing more from you than the letter of the words you agreed to.
The elevator shall take you wherever you might like to go, at your leisure. Unfortunately, it will not work if I attempt to operate it, even to be a polite host, and so . . . I must simply wish you the best of luck, and equally well wishes to our cooperation, dear Fandaniel.
[ If he will side with a rogue angel against God, he would as quickly throw the angel from heaven at God's behest— or, at least, he might claim as much if he knew anything about Christian stories and beliefs. As it is, a contract has been signed, and Fandaniel is curious enough to see where it might go.
What does he have to lose? Nothing, because he has nothing, and loves nothing, and wants nothing, only death. To take them all with him would be ideal, hilarious even, but this is not his star. The rest of the Troupe is not from it. It matters... less. ]
Until we meet again, Sika Madu, which I am sure will be soon enough.
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You're fond of paperwork, aren't you?
[ First the invitation letter, now this. That said, Fandaniel does, in fact, take the time to peruse the contract. He ensures it contains only what they've discussed, although he wonders at Sika's words. She hopes they won't have to involve it during his time here?
Ominous! To act as a shelter for her and the little bird, what could that mean exactly? Physically? Surely not, for he is nothing more than a mage puppeting a dead man. Spiritually? Could Asahi's pathetic little body hold three souls?
The scientist in him feels giddy to find out. Perhaps it will even be enough to destroy him for good! Interesting... so interesting... He can't help it. He laughs and reaches out to sign the contract, to seal the deal. ]
I shall look forward to our partnership, dear Dramaturge, though be sure that I will not be kind should I find you double-crossing me instead.
[ Sika Madu may be untouchable, but what of his child? Hmm? ]
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( Guess who's also a scientist lmao.......... They study Fandaniel so wisely reading over the contract, but they seem pleased he finally signs.
It works just so! Fandaniel gets the sense it works out because his heart is open to it - that he's a willing signee - so as long as that holds, the signature works. And, viola! Before him shimmers the contract, full and complete, and it lingers a few moments longer before Sika makes a grasping motion, and the light - the contract - is drawn in, as if swallowed into a black hole.
Fandaniel may recognize, now or in time, that lights tend to be dimmer around him, or flicker and dim if they were bright already. He also feels that seat sprout within him in a strange sense, and begin to sow its roots. Hmmm...
It seems it wasn't a figure of speech when Sika said they were connected, either— In the echo of his dead heart, Fanadniel feels a little more aware of Sika in a metaphysical sense. It feels kind of weird, but it's not innately ... bad? Hmm. For now, the connection is young. )
I believe I ought to say this of you, no? I can quite clearly picture you imagine turning on me on a whim . . . But so long as this contract holds, I shall expect nothing more from you than the letter of the words you agreed to.
The elevator shall take you wherever you might like to go, at your leisure. Unfortunately, it will not work if I attempt to operate it, even to be a polite host, and so . . . I must simply wish you the best of luck, and equally well wishes to our cooperation, dear Fandaniel.
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[ If he will side with a rogue angel against God, he would as quickly throw the angel from heaven at God's behest— or, at least, he might claim as much if he knew anything about Christian stories and beliefs. As it is, a contract has been signed, and Fandaniel is curious enough to see where it might go.
What does he have to lose? Nothing, because he has nothing, and loves nothing, and wants nothing, only death. To take them all with him would be ideal, hilarious even, but this is not his star. The rest of the Troupe is not from it. It matters... less. ]
Until we meet again, Sika Madu, which I am sure will be soon enough.
[ With a bow, he'll take his leave. ]