To all Pleroma

[goldendeceiver]

[ The sensation that a message has been sent should be hitting every person aligned with the Pleroma right... about... now!

Though whether a character figures out that they can detach their shard and see the message is another matter entirely. ]

So tell me, did any of you figure out we could do this yet?

[ Ernesto can't really take credit. A Kenoma friend reaching out to him was what tipped him off to this particular ability. ]

Comments

[inutilis]

Dear Mr. Tequila,

Pardon my last letter. I used my mind-pen and penned you one - a letter - if that wasn't obvious in hindsight! But I'm noticing some typos in retrospect, so perhaps I was a bit hasty and didn't mind-proofread, which is admittedly a new task for me so I hope you can forgive me my transgressions; I will surely repent on it tonight. Surely you understood the gist of the message, though? If you have any questions, that's understandable. Receiving letters is always fun all the same, so I hoped you would enjoy mine! Maybe we should be pen pals. Do you have pen pals where you're from? If not, write an 'X' at the end of your letter and I'll explain. Let's make a code! Pen pals with a pen pal code!!

Sincerely yours,

- Abel (I am signing it 'Abel' to make it more casual, because we're friends. You can keep calling me 'Father,' though, I don't mind.)

[goldendeceiver]

You don't have to be quite so formal with your responses to me either, you know? This isn't exactly the same as a letter.

[inutilis]

To My Friend, Mr. Tequila, Esquire,

Greetings! I'm sorry this letter sees you five minutes after you said something last, but a small child came running down the alley I'm in and I had to shove my Shard away rather quickly, haha. My~! That was almost awkward. By the way, was it insensitive to offer facts about cats? Would you like a dog fact? Or is that insensitive and I'm being insensitive either way? Ah. This is troublesome.

Anyway, I understand there's no need for formalities, but sometimes a man enjoys the finer things in life - like a glass of perfectly aged wine, or opening up a missive lovingly penned from a friend. There's something about holding it in one's hands and...

H... how do you delete this? I've forgotten, this won't actually manifest as any sort of-- wait, how do I turn this off? Stop. Stop writing. Stop writing. Stopwritingstoptwwerj

[goldendeceiver]

You're pretty fixated on the dog thing, huh? I guess since it's not a thing where you're from...

[ Not offended, just bemused. ]

Though, are you okay there, Father?

[inutilis]

[ w-wow fine, no more letters then... a man can't get a nice LETTER in this day and age?! for shame. ]

Admittedly, it is something of a novel concept to me! It's a bit exciting, Mr. Tequila! And oh, yes, I'm wonderful - thank you for asking! How are you, by the way? Has the city been treating you well?

[goldendeceiver]

[ He's never been the letter writing type. Sorry, Abel. ]

It's been an interesting stay to say the least.

That said, it's a much better welcome than the one we got from the Regent's people.

very very tiny letter.......... closes my eyes at html

[inutilis]

What, are you not a fan of being hauled across the continent in a flimsy robe and then force-fed some disgusting, revolting concoction that is making me retch to recall its unique and pungent taste?

I can't fathom why~!

blessed by 20/20 vision as you put me to the test

[goldendeceiver]

Funny thing, but I'm weirdly not.

🔎

[inutilis]

Hm? Well, then, what is more your speed in terms of having a good time?

[goldendeceiver]

Well for starters, sleeping in a real bed and eating actual food that I pick for myself.

I'm a pretty simple guy.

[inutilis]

Now you're speaking my language~! That definitely sounds right up my alley...

Ah, that reminds me. Have you found somewhere comfortable to hole up?

[goldendeceiver]

Ah... Aha, well, somewhere comfortable enough, I guess? ]

[ Sharing a bed with a very unhappy Dokja, who mostly sleeps on the floor now. ]

[inutilis]

...Hm.

Something about your delivery leaves me mildly concerned, Mr. Tequila... should I be checking up on you?

[goldendeceiver]

There's nothing to really worry about, Father. The situation wasn't quite what I expected it was going to be, but we're making it work.

[inutilis]

Somehow, I still feel uneasy... Instinct? I've learned to trust my gut, so I'm going to continue worrying about you anyway.

I don't have a suitable place to offer you to crash with me, but I will come and offer moral support at the drop of a pin, and now you could send me a nice SOS letter, anytime~! Day or night! Isn't that handy?

[goldendeceiver]

I made this into a bigger thing than I had to, huh? The space I'm in is just a little... cozier than I was hoping for. That's all.

I promise I won't bother you with messages that often either.

[inutilis]

No no, I wouldn't say you made it into a big fuss... quite the opposite, in fact! You're always so low-key and relaxed, it's hard to tell if something is bothering you. That's why it's my job to nag you into getting to the heart of the matter~!

...Which I feel I haven't quite managed, this time. So! I'll trust you to tell me if there's anything I can do. That seems like as good a compromise as any, right?

[goldendeceiver]

Is that going to be the deal? Alright... I promise, if something really bothers me I'll be sure to let you know.

[ Probably? ... Maybe... /shakes head no ]

[inutilis]

I'll hold you to that~! Don't let me down, alright?

[ narrator voice: Ernesto did not, in fact, tell Abel anything. ]

[goldendeceiver]

[ So he'll be letting him down, huh? ]

Mm. I got it.

[ And he'll just be... disappearing now so that he doesn't have to lie any more to the good father than he already has. ]