Plasmatio Chuuya PSLs.

[goatsongs]

Want to meet Chuuya after the end of the game? Okay! He's a little busy with two toddlers to fuss over, but he'll always be happy to greet someone he likes. (And if you're not someone he likes, at least make yourself useful picking toys up off the library floor or something.) He's drinking a whole lot less than he used to, and is all-in-all in a much better mental state than he was during the game.

You can also get him to visit, probably not with his sons in tow. Still in a better mental state and sober without having a breakdown!

Also up for AUs like 'what if chuuya did a murder' or 'what if the participants were gods' or whatever, I'm easy.

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[goatsongs]

They definitely had fuckability in mind, don't even pretend. Not so much the creativity.

[Of all the things you could use robots for, sex is definitely in the top five.]

Who knows what Foresight's aim is?

[hymned]

I didn't actually say anything, you know. But honestly, even if his base design would accommodate it I don't think he's quite inclined to opt for that method of getting information out of someone. A little too straitlaced.

[ Connor has probably mentioned being a police bot at some point shhh. ]

Foresight himself, I'd presume. Though if I had to hazard a guess: winning this. Like everyone else here is out to.

[goatsongs]

[Something about being the police bot sent by CyberLife.]

Everybody except Charisma. Honestly, I'm kind of envious.

[hymned]

I wonder, honestly?

[ does he elaborate? no. ]

But I can't disagree that they're certainly taking the wisest option of us all.

[goatsongs]

[What do you mean Mizuki isn't being entirely straightforward.]

...well, I can't say I regret talking to my followers...

[So that part, at least, he has over Mizuki.]

[hymned]

[ a life of being a secret agent assassin world destroyer does that to you, apparently. what's trusting in others' intentions. ]

They had some time to mingle when they were introducing the mortals to this place, it's fine. Besides, they did imply that it would still be possible to contact them, so I'm sure there are at least some people leaving offerings for them.

[goatsongs]

[For like five minutes I thought you were saying Mizuki was a secret agent assassin world destroyer and just accepted that as their canon.]

Fair. There's plenty of mortals who wouldn't leave them out.

[hymned]

[ oh my god. ]

There's certainly at least a decent handful attempting to make their way through all of us. Some of them have some interesting ideas of what we'd like.

[goatsongs]

The kind of offerings they give 'Despair'...

[Chuuya scrunches his face in displeasure. The less said about that, the better.]

[hymned]

A couple of them seem uncertain on what to give 'Certainty'. Then they think I'm messing with them when I say I'll accept plenty of things ranging from offers to spar or tomato dishes.

[ Can't even say it's his professional attire that makes people think to be all proper around him, they're all stuck in the robes when among the mortals after all. ]

[goatsongs]

You just give off that uptight aura.

[No professional outfit needed.]

At least most people know they can give me poetry now, but in the first week...

[hymned]

So what you're saying is that I should start meeting them in Majima's karaoke hall rather than my own.

[ He's gotten at least one very carefully crafted item saying 'memento mori.' Apparently the black and white color scheme with pale blue accents has made at least one person think that Certainty refers to the inevitability of death, or whatever the reasoning behind that was. ]

I'm not that bad, am I?

[goatsongs]

[Without the slightest hesitation:] You're worse.

[hymned]

Ouch, not even any attempt to soften the blow...

[ It's said in good enough humor, but his tone sobers notably by the time he comments again. ]

... None of us have the least idea of what we're doing.

[goatsongs]

[If he attempts to soften the blow, assume he's been replaced.]

Godhood experience wasn't a requirement for ascension. Or even competence at anything.

[hymned]

[ He harrumphs a little in response. ]

Yes, and despite this apparently we all decided that the first thing we should try our hand at is making and running an entire world. Presumably, if there are higher powers that be who are somehow responsible for our appointments, they either have terrible judgment or a terrible sense of humor.

We'd manage to drive even the hardiest of species to extinction and run any resultant world dry of resources on frivolous things, the way we are. Or worse, fail to even establish enough structure to get that far, at the cost of any life that might have tried to survive there.

[ exhibit a: the first attempt that fell apart immediately both in plasma proper and here, much to Certainty's slowly dawning horror. ]

[goatsongs]

[Thank goodness nobody was living on it at the time.]

Counterpoint: what do gods do if they don't create and run worlds?

Don't say 'run murder competitions with children', that's not better.

[hymned]

Well, now that you've stolen the words out of mouth, what did you want me to say.

[ Entirely too blandly and easily, so who's to say whether or not that actually was going to be his answer. Either way he ends up crossing his arms. ]

That's the thing, though, isn't it. Gods are, and they run worlds. It's inevitable. What would they be if they didn't?

But if all of this and before is any indicator of how well that would go, well.

[ For all his dryness there's a measured weight in all of it. Well, he is Certainty for a reason, surprise surprise. ]

[goatsongs]

[If it was, probably he wouldn't have used the same blunt words as Despair.]

...so, if that's all gods are good for, then fuck the gods.

[He's including himself in this. He'd be a fool not to.]

[hymned]

[ hey what the hell dw give me my notifs ]

Therein we have it. We're in accord, then.

[ Two men who agreed to be gods, and for what? ]

I wonder if any effort to curb our nature would have been futile from the outset. Humans are flawed, but removing oneself from their perspective makes one lack- empathy, I suppose. A poor condition to be in, when responsible for their wellbeing.

[ Even so, they should be better than this. ]

[goatsongs]

[Out of Despair, in his case. He can't speak for Julius.]

There's that, but denying what you are never ends well. Like it or not, we aren't human any more.

[He falls on the not liking it end of the spectrum.]

[hymned]

[ Why did Julius agree, hm? The answer might be fairly simple when it comes down to it. Fairly obvious, too, if anyone wanted to look. ]

But we were, and we remember it. Should we be exemplars, then, of what humans could be at their greatest, or are we to be beyond them entirely?

[goatsongs]

[Is it Ludger, perhaps.]

I can't be an example of anything at its greatest, so that's out. Maybe you could try.

[hymned]

[ Actually,,,,, no? Maybe a little less obvious then. ]

I didn't necessarily mean greatest as best. Just as a measure of the things exaggerated in each of us, the ones we're apparently supposed to represent.

[ his smile is both wry and sharp, but then, languidly, he shrugs. ]

But then again, we didn't choose our titles, so maybe this isn't even worth discussing?

[goatsongs]

[Julius did something and Ludger wasn't the reason??]

It's not. Maybe try it with Positivity or some other god.

[Chuuya doesn't want to be the greatest Despair. Even if he can't imagine being any worse.]