Well, I'll admit, I did hesitate, as your body is a problem, but . . . As I said before, I do think you are a child with great potential.
( bodyshames fd out of nowhere hello
But he smiles. )
I, too, can help you achieve what you desire. And I will share the truth plainly: if you kill, you will have near-full freedom to rewrite your story— that miracle comes from God.
Technically, there are certain restrictions on what miracles He will allow— what, I must keep hidden. It is a line He likes to see people trip, presuming they ought to know better. I have no such restrictions, but my capacity for miracles is not so powerful as He.
Regardless . . . your wish does not violate His taboos. You ought to be fine, should you choose this avenue.
( tl;dr, Fandaniel has dealer's choice on how to go about this: high risk-high reward murder and omnipotent wish . . . or low risk-low reward and let Sika help him with much more limited faculties. )
What I offer you is this: whether or not you kill, I will ensure some manner of your wish is carried out. And if you agree to this, you will help me. I would not require anything particularly complex of you; you can consider it housekeeping, if anything. But it is necessary that it be done, and so . . .
[ wowwww bodyshaming! bodyshaming! he's telling everyoooonnnneee-- well, no, he doesn't actually disagree, he's sort of a walking corpse so lamo
A tough decision it is. Crush the life out of one of his fellows and win a favor from some egotistical god, or bring said god low and scatter the very process to the wind. Ah, chaos. He cannot choose anything but chaos. It is in his nature to the very end, to chase the stranger path, to see it to an end, rather than fall in line and dance to some tune that has been played out again and again. Ha. Hahaha.
And he does laugh, a low chuckle, amused as he ever is. ]
My, how difficult to choose, but I fear I have always fallen to the side of going rogue against the powers that be. I am not particularly fond of your God. He seems to see himself as quite untouchable when, in truth, no one is.
Indeed, He is not. I suspect the reason is He so ardent to keep me trapped here is because He knows I have devised a means and method to strike down the seat of His power— Paradise, within the sun.
( They smile. )
But first, escape. I will ask two halves of a single task of you in exchange for my aid in the end you seek: first, that you shelter myself and Mikaela from harm if I request it. Second, that you swallow this.
( Sika Madu produces from their sleeve a small, black seed, held carefully between their thumb and forefinger. )
Over time, it ought to reinforce your body so it is not falling apart quite so much— for our purposes, at least. You will not be able to shelter myself nor Mikaela from harm in this state, hm?
( Might not help Fandaniel much when he needs to chase down Solomon for whacking him over the shins, but that's ok, Fandaniel can request another deal if he wants this body to get Krunk-- )
Should you agree, we can formalize this agreement.
Edited (SORRY I KEEP FORGETTING IMPORTANT DIALOGUE) 2025-08-26 09:05 (UTC)
[ The first would be easily agreed with — and he would keep an eye on Mikaela from afar while Sika Madu was indisposed after the execution, but only afar, since there had certainly been no shortage of people willing to help the depressing little blorb bird — but the second... Look, Fandaniel knows the chances of a random mystery item being offered for consumption may be nefarious. He's literally a mad scientist.
Still, he will reach out to take it, though he won't eat it right away. He takes a moment to inspect it. Something to reinforce his body? Necessary, he agrees. His ability to pull in aether here is nearly non-existent, and it has already caused him a very public problem thanks to Don's bloodlust. ]
...hmm, very well. [ A deal like this is never without risk, and frankly? He's curious. Let's swallow that seed (not like that!!!). There, all done. ] What else is needed, then? To formalize this?
( Wow, erotic... They can make a better birb child together--
In the columns of water around them, faint lights, as if from angler fish, drift closer to the walls that so enclose them... Cold, white lights in the darkness. )
Ah, just this, if you do not mind the trifle.
( A faint glow envelopes Sika's fingers, a cool, white light - and the terms of the contract, precisely as discussed, to the same phrasing used, appears in the air, in a lovely, flowing script comprised of that same, white light. (Thankfully, it's not painful to look at like the rules beamed into the Grand Theatre were.)
At the bottom of the formatted text is a blank signature line. Sika Madu's signature is beside it on another line - it's not written in an alphabet Fandaniel recognizes, but he can sense it is, authentically, Sika's name. )
Until this contract ends, we will be connected, in a sense. But, hopefully, I shall not need to invoke it during your time here, yes? I quite appreciate your enthusiasm.
( Taking in his seed right away... but Fandaniel doesn't feel an effect yet. Hmm... )
[ 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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( bodyshames fd out of nowhere hello
But he smiles. )
I, too, can help you achieve what you desire. And I will share the truth plainly: if you kill, you will have near-full freedom to rewrite your story— that miracle comes from God.
Technically, there are certain restrictions on what miracles He will allow— what, I must keep hidden. It is a line He likes to see people trip, presuming they ought to know better. I have no such restrictions, but my capacity for miracles is not so powerful as He.
Regardless . . . your wish does not violate His taboos. You ought to be fine, should you choose this avenue.
( tl;dr, Fandaniel has dealer's choice on how to go about this: high risk-high reward murder and omnipotent wish . . . or low risk-low reward and let Sika help him with much more limited faculties. )
What I offer you is this: whether or not you kill, I will ensure some manner of your wish is carried out. And if you agree to this, you will help me. I would not require anything particularly complex of you; you can consider it housekeeping, if anything. But it is necessary that it be done, and so . . .
( The ball returns to Fandaniel's court! )
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A tough decision it is. Crush the life out of one of his fellows and win a favor from some egotistical god, or bring said god low and scatter the very process to the wind. Ah, chaos. He cannot choose anything but chaos. It is in his nature to the very end, to chase the stranger path, to see it to an end, rather than fall in line and dance to some tune that has been played out again and again. Ha. Hahaha.
And he does laugh, a low chuckle, amused as he ever is. ]
My, how difficult to choose, but I fear I have always fallen to the side of going rogue against the powers that be. I am not particularly fond of your God. He seems to see himself as quite untouchable when, in truth, no one is.
[ All must die, even God. ]
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( They seem pleased with Fandaniel's decision. )
Indeed, He is not. I suspect the reason is He so ardent to keep me trapped here is because He knows I have devised a means and method to strike down the seat of His power— Paradise, within the sun.
( They smile. )
But first, escape. I will ask two halves of a single task of you in exchange for my aid in the end you seek: first, that you shelter myself and Mikaela from harm if I request it. Second, that you swallow this.
( Sika Madu produces from their sleeve a small, black seed, held carefully between their thumb and forefinger. )
Over time, it ought to reinforce your body so it is not falling apart quite so much— for our purposes, at least. You will not be able to shelter myself nor Mikaela from harm in this state, hm?
( Might not help Fandaniel much when he needs to chase down Solomon for whacking him over the shins, but that's ok, Fandaniel can request another deal if he wants this body to get Krunk-- )
Should you agree, we can formalize this agreement.
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Still, he will reach out to take it, though he won't eat it right away. He takes a moment to inspect it. Something to reinforce his body? Necessary, he agrees. His ability to pull in aether here is nearly non-existent, and it has already caused him a very public problem thanks to Don's bloodlust. ]
...hmm, very well. [ A deal like this is never without risk, and frankly? He's curious. Let's swallow that seed (not like that!!!). There, all done. ] What else is needed, then? To formalize this?
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In the columns of water around them, faint lights, as if from angler fish, drift closer to the walls that so enclose them... Cold, white lights in the darkness. )
Ah, just this, if you do not mind the trifle.
( A faint glow envelopes Sika's fingers, a cool, white light - and the terms of the contract, precisely as discussed, to the same phrasing used, appears in the air, in a lovely, flowing script comprised of that same, white light. (Thankfully, it's not painful to look at like the rules beamed into the Grand Theatre were.)
At the bottom of the formatted text is a blank signature line. Sika Madu's signature is beside it on another line - it's not written in an alphabet Fandaniel recognizes, but he can sense it is, authentically, Sika's name. )
Until this contract ends, we will be connected, in a sense. But, hopefully, I shall not need to invoke it during your time here, yes? I quite appreciate your enthusiasm.
( Taking in his seed right away... but Fandaniel doesn't feel an effect yet. Hmm... )
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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. ]