Anyway honestly he still hesitates for a second with his jaw set at a stubborn angry angle because he fuckin hates Childe and he hates sharing information and he hates sharing information with people he hates, which is almost everyone, but, like. On the other hand, he's tired of being vague and getting bonzo the bear looks about it, so.]
Obviously not. [ECHOING HIS WORDS imagine if he did try to pass himself off as some AU electro archon just to fuck around. But no, he hates Ei too much for that.
INSTEAD:] I'm not an Archon; I was the next step. [GOD 2.0, THE BETTER GOD.] But even before then, I came from their hands. From hers.
[No okay. HE DOES LOOK OPENLY SURPRISED because, well, duh--but the remnants of his previous hostility melt away and his surprise morphs into interest and curiosity.
"Hers"--well, it's obvious from his clothing that he came from Inazuma, and given that he's got the electro gnosis, it's pretty likely that he means the Shogun. He leans back against the wall and crosses his arms, considering.]
So you left her to... [...Ugh, he doesn't want to act like Scaramouche might be RIGHT about his memories being fucked up, but] ...work with us?
But yeah! Accept your brain trauma, Childe. Scaramouche already has! Even if he's probably also chewing on some theories in the back of his mind as they speak... He scoffs at that, imperious as ever, sharp as he always is when talk turns to the Shogun.]
Not exactly. [Obviously he's not going to tell Childe about his abandonment issues, so. A half-truth:] I set off to see the world and it was a miserable place, over all the hundreds of years that I wandered. Nothing changes no matter where you go or what you see. Joining the Fatui was just one step out of the many I took, but I thought that it would be entertaining, at least.
[You know, hilariously, after this whole ridiculous song and dance they've been doing, this is the thing that actually gets Childe to relax. It truly is a quintessential Harbinger answer, and considering he, too, views the Harbingers as a stepping stone, he's inclined to believe this over everything else Scaramouche has said thus far.]
Alright. [As in--alright, he believes Scaramouche. Maybe not about everything--he's not that naive--but he's willing to concede that the likelihood of Scaramouche telling the truth is higher than the convoluted spy scenario he'd been running on thus far.
Still:] If we get out of here, will you still help Her Majesty burn down the old world?
[THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY IT TOOK A WHOLEASS WEEK TO FINALLY LAND HERE AND THE LANDING PAD WAS "lmao i was here for shits and giggles". It makes him want to perish. But also, he should have fucking known, because what bigger ID for a Harbinger exists than "we're all just here to do whatever the fuck".
The question has him laughing, though. This, by comparison, is a surprisingly airy sound.]
I have my own business to finish, and I've left the name "Scaramouche" behind, anyway. [FUCK THE HARBINGERS!! Though, there's a brief little pause as he considers.]
...But I guess our goals aren't dissimilar. Humans disgust me and I have even less tolerance for the divine. Those comfortable gods and their precious Heavenly Principles make me sick. I've torn the false stars from their skies before, and I would do it again.
[Scaramouche really out here like "fuck literally everything to ever exist actually". So, like. Not a yes!! But also not a no.]
physically see the temptation to say "obviously you didn't because it's on your profile lmao" just to get scaramouche to fight him again
But MIRACULOUSLY he holds back... good job Childe. This may or may not be because he's thinking about how he wants to fight Celestia and even though Scaramouche is fun to fight here, he is so tragically nerfed. Sad.]
...For now, I'll accept that. [If only because there's no actual proof that they have any way out of this place; though he isn't entirely convinced that they're all dead, either.]
[Childe is so fucking stupid and he entirely assumes that whatever he's holding himself back from saying would involve fighting and that his reasons for holding back also probably involve fighting. Just out here pointing at this fool and assigning him one single fighting braincell.
His shoulders rise a little.]
It is what it, whether you accept it or not. I still won't give you my gnosis, either.
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Anyway honestly he still hesitates for a second with his jaw set at a stubborn angry angle because he fuckin hates Childe and he hates sharing information and he hates sharing information with people he hates, which is almost everyone, but, like. On the other hand, he's tired of being vague and getting bonzo the bear looks about it, so.]
Obviously not. [ECHOING HIS WORDS imagine if he did try to pass himself off as some AU electro archon just to fuck around. But no, he hates Ei too much for that.
INSTEAD:] I'm not an Archon; I was the next step. [GOD 2.0, THE BETTER GOD.] But even before then, I came from their hands. From hers.
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"Hers"--well, it's obvious from his clothing that he came from Inazuma, and given that he's got the electro gnosis, it's pretty likely that he means the Shogun. He leans back against the wall and crosses his arms, considering.]
So you left her to... [...Ugh, he doesn't want to act like Scaramouche might be RIGHT about his memories being fucked up, but] ...work with us?
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But yeah! Accept your brain trauma, Childe. Scaramouche already has! Even if he's probably also chewing on some theories in the back of his mind as they speak... He scoffs at that, imperious as ever, sharp as he always is when talk turns to the Shogun.]
Not exactly. [Obviously he's not going to tell Childe about his abandonment issues, so. A half-truth:] I set off to see the world and it was a miserable place, over all the hundreds of years that I wandered. Nothing changes no matter where you go or what you see. Joining the Fatui was just one step out of the many I took, but I thought that it would be entertaining, at least.
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Alright. [As in--alright, he believes Scaramouche. Maybe not about everything--he's not that naive--but he's willing to concede that the likelihood of Scaramouche telling the truth is higher than the convoluted spy scenario he'd been running on thus far.
Still:] If we get out of here, will you still help Her Majesty burn down the old world?
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The question has him laughing, though. This, by comparison, is a surprisingly airy sound.]
I have my own business to finish, and I've left the name "Scaramouche" behind, anyway. [FUCK THE HARBINGERS!! Though, there's a brief little pause as he considers.]
...But I guess our goals aren't dissimilar. Humans disgust me and I have even less tolerance for the divine. Those comfortable gods and their precious Heavenly Principles make me sick. I've torn the false stars from their skies before, and I would do it again.
[Scaramouche really out here like "fuck literally everything to ever exist actually". So, like. Not a yes!! But also not a no.]
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physically see the temptation to say "obviously you didn't because it's on your profile lmao" just to get scaramouche to fight him again
But MIRACULOUSLY he holds back... good job Childe. This may or may not be because he's thinking about how he wants to fight Celestia and even though Scaramouche is fun to fight here, he is so tragically nerfed. Sad.]
...For now, I'll accept that. [If only because there's no actual proof that they have any way out of this place; though he isn't entirely convinced that they're all dead, either.]
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His shoulders rise a little.]
It is what it, whether you accept it or not. I still won't give you my gnosis, either.
[Binch.]
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But yeah, yeah. Childe lifts a hand dismissively, turning to leave.]
We'll see.
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Tragically he doesn't, he just rolls his eyes and watches his number one most hated ginger leave.]