etrayalogs | (OPEN/CATCH-ALL) can't commit to anything but a crime

(fury is still too dulcet a feeling to describe what he feels.

although etraya lacks the piles of burning trash, the stench, the scorching sun, and the feeling of hopelessness, home is where chrollo's mind refuses to leave ever since he first heard his purpose in this place. 'to prove your world worthy of existence' feels like a tasteless and disgusting joke to someone from meteor city - to some such as himself, home, and to the world at large, a place to leave your trash and unwanted. a purgatory of ghosts, unknown to the world at large, unseen. nothing for the residents but to waste away counting their days, and nothing for them outside of it either.

no meaning.

which is why chrollo's entire existence has been about not proving himself worthy of it, but instead, painting the streets soaked in red to show it alongside the group born from the same despair. every murder, theft, and massacre, imprints a will that is selfless in nature and proof of living, the opportunity to be something when they were set to accomplish nothing. greater than the individual, greater than any system, and naturally, greater than chrollo himself. even completely separated from the phantom troupe, chrollo desires nothing less than to exert its will upon a world that dares question it. it's all that's left of him, after all.

but all has its time. with the fact that he hasn't been here long, there are too many questions unanswered: what does echo know about them? how have the missions been? who is here? what was the selection criteria? are they watching, and who would be an ally? he can't possibly show himself so soon.

it's been a while since chrollo had to stay in a role for so long, but he hasn't yet seen where the plot shifts, that point when the curtains close and he can put down the script he's been writing as he goes. the man he currently plays is kind, helpful, extroverted, and an academic - as to justify all the questions that he finds himself asking. today is no different, that impeccable and natural smile plastered on his face as the pool balls brush, and yet, none fall to add to his score. lost once again to the companion bots! how unfortunate.

he's here to gather information and make connections, so, the next person to pass by will get waved at.)

Hey! Are you any good at pool? These bots are merciless!

(churches had always been a monument of safety for him, and paired with the derelict aspect of it, chrollo couldn't feel more at home even if he tried.

he could easily live here, if he doesn't find another living soul who inhabits it - it wouldn't be the first time for him, his hideouts tend to be just as intact as this one. after checking it room by room, his attention can finally fall on the beauty of the lillies glowing in the rays of sunshine.

debris on his clothes are not a concern, he can sit in front of the flowers with nothing but admiration... and he might as well pick one.

nothing else of worth stealing in this town until now, anyway.)

(but hey, just because there's nothing worth stealing, it doesn't mean there isn't anything interesting whatsoever!

that dragon and that egg are so far the most challenging thing chrollo laid eyes on, so they get his attention for tonight. besides, he doesn't think any of the people he has met thus far would find much interest in roaming the town late at night and it just happens to be perfect to hide in.

for once the bandana doesn't cover his forehead, the cross tattoo sitting right in the middle of it and visible with his hair parted in the middle, and the black of the outfit helps with the stealth.

except there's noise. whether it is a cat or a person is unknown, his gut reaction is to make his presence completely disappear. he can be heard and seen, but that feeling that there's someone there simply vanishes out of thin air.

curious, if you happen to know someone's there.)

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( learning about this place is the first step to understanding the world of matters, and it's with curiosity that she goes out to understand. what she learns can be used for future conversations, and it's why she goes out without anyone to influence her thoughts. alone, she peeks into various rooms, passing closed doors with interest, and only stopping when someone calls out to her.

with a tilt of her head, she looks left then right, and finally over to the voice that's waving to her — oh, him. the guy who's horrible at math problems. )

Why do you lie?

( again, he has tried to fool her with his attempts to impress her, or maybe he's never been trying to do that. instead, it could be that he isn't as knowledgeable of things much like her, or the world he comes from doesn't contain what she has. that's why as her eyes glance around for this supposed "pool", 37 is disappointed when she's unable to find it. )

There is no body of water to be seen.

( even with the bots being here, she can only find that they too are accomplices in the lie. they're not near a pool either! she looks to chrollo with an unimpressed expression, her brows furrowing... )

(the chuckle he gives sounds fond, but whether it is genuine is up for debate. an interesting person to find in this place, and entertaining to say the least. to try and understand a world he has never seen or heard of is hard enough, but 37 truly makes it a challenge to behold with her expectations.

a little too literal of a train of thought, though.)

No, no! It's the name of the game. See those are numbered from 1 to 15? Solid colors are 1 through 7, and stripes are the ones that are 9 through 15. You hit the white cue ball to pocket your colors, and when you're done, you have to pocket number 8. Whoever does this wins first. Want to give it a try?

How interesting, why is number 8 last?

( that one is interesting she will give it that, her eyes staring at the table to find all the properly labeled like he says. the solid and the stripes, and though it's new to her, she walks over.

rather than play, she picks up the number 8, looking at the color of it before placing it back on the table exactly in the position she had picked it up from. )

But... why is it called pool when there is no water? They are numbers and not letters, it makes no sense!

( at least she's willing to learn. )

[ The door into the church creaks.

There's no masking it, the sigh as the cold air from outside slips in through the crack that Gorgug makes. He pokes his head in first, green skin, black sclera on white pupils that peer in: he sees a figure by the flowers, a visible thing.

Oh. Is it Aerith? He doesn't bother to call out but instead lets himself in proper; steps in through the space, closes the door behind him. The interior of the church isn't what you would call warm (especially with the hole in the roof...), but it's polite, and Gorgug has some manners. He walks, a figure of 6'6", green-skinned and with a hunch to his shoulders; his steps slow, his hands close to his stomach and near to lacing, or fiddling, but not. ]

Aerith? [ It's not a shape that looks particularly like Aerith up ahead, but Gorgug still calls it out, cautious--more so for the fact that he expects Aerith, and she's someone he's come to see.

Because some people don't think to check a contact list first before making a trip to a derelict church. ]

(of course he hears the door, the breeze gently swaying the dust as specks in the rays of light. it's a nice view... and due to the lack of hostility he feels from whoever arrives, he can afford to take a moment to appreciate it before he turns to the voice who calls.

definitely not aerith. a man with a bandana around his forehead, large gray eyes and average style that looks back at--...? not unlike some of the people he's met here, nor too different from some one may find at home. uncommon, but not unheard of.

perhaps this church, falling apart as is, is someone else's comfort spot.)

... Apologies, I don't know an Aerith. There was nobody here when I first arrived...

[ Gorgug looks, not quite sure about what he's seeing until he's had a good look at it, and is this short-haired, bandanna-wearing, more male-appearing figure Aerith? No, Gorgug realises, the more that he does see them; as he better makes out their shape and the structure of their face, and, yes. Not Aerith.

His steps slow to a stop, the answer given as well that makes Gorgug question what he's going to do. A small ] Oh [ that still manages to echo against the open space around them, or at least carries well in the church. He looks around, but then starts to walk again--as it would be a waste of a trip if he just turned immediately around, right? ]

That's okay... she takes care of the flowers here. I guess it's too cold, or-- I don't know if she's been coming out here. I haven't seen her in a while.

[ Because he hasn't seen many people he knows as of late, so his mind doesn't think to consider the possibility that she's gone. He's walked some pews closer to Chrollo, and truly, there doesn't seem to be anything imposing or hostile about the half-orc that's joined the church with him. There's no visible weaponry on him, and he's decided to shove his empty hands into the pocket of the hoodie he wears.

His gaze doesn't even sit on Chrollo for long, acknowledging him, but then darting down to not linger too long on his face. He's a little awkward. ]

Did you come here to pray?

(he's not yet aware that people can be returned. the amount of things he isn't aware of is quite concerning, just one more drop on the pile of reasons why he's submissive as of now - but then again, if he hasn't seen her, perhaps she doesn't want to be found? where could a person hide, is it even possible on the long run?

he'll take note later, but now, there's a stranger addressing him, and he'll listen wholeheartedly.)

... I grew up somewhere similar, so I wanted the familiarity.

(for once, not a lie! it certainly did mark him in many ways - determinism, the saint peter's cross in the long coat he wore in his universe, the numbers of his followers, and symbolism in what he built.)

Are you a believer?

[ Gorgug nods in understanding, though it's not the personal sort; perhaps telling in when he replies, except he doesn't do so quickly. He needs to consider his answer, with he does so with a squint of his eyes, his voice slow to start. ]

I...don't have a god I follow, if that's what you mean? But I don't unbelieve anyone. [ A beat. ] I don't know who this church is for though. Do churches have to be for one god...?

[ He's trying to answer sincerely, he promises, and he's casting a look around again, as if he might see a name he just so happened to miss in big letters somewhere deeming which deity is meant to be worshipped. ]

You'd have to visit the Begerossé Union and ask them that, dearest 37.

(although, how curious, how are the games in her island? perhaps it would appease her more if he exchanged the game for her liking.)

Would you like to play, or would you like to teach me something new?

( she doesn't know what that is, why would he tell her that as it'll be something she keeps in mind for later. perhaps he can elaborate. with one last look at the pool table, she figures that understanding would be best. )

I want to understand how this works.

( it's the equation placed before her, and the answer will be...? whatever it is, she walks over to the table with her hands resting on the side of it. she understands the length and width, and if the balls are to fall into the pockets then there's certain angles that they should be hit at .

37 likes that part, that's what makes this interesting. )

I can teach you how to play. I want to watch you and the bot.

Is there no such a thing in your world?

(although the concept seems to be grasped just right, he supposes. a quick look around, he sees nothing particularly telling to him about whether the religion practiced here is one he knows.)

I also can't tell, but I suppose it depends on the church and the people who lead it. Is your friend the preacher?

(suppose that for her, his world would be a little overwhelming if she managed to see it. some places are similar to nova city, others are green and kissed by the sweet tides... others are feats of architectural wonders. he's travelled, although his roots tend to be in the same places. meteor city, heaven's arena where he rules as a floor master, quite the honor as one of the best strategists and strongest fighters it has to offer.

not what he's showing any here, hands together in thankfulness with an embarrassed smile on his face.)

Are you sure? I might be a lost cause.

(but he's restarting the game, leaving it ready for the bot to strike it first.)

That is why you learn.

( rather than get a chair to spectate, 37 pulls herself up onto the pool table on the middle to right side. she's aware that they'll have to move around the table, so she's ready to push herself off if either of them come close to where she is. first, she watches the bot curiously at how it holds the pool stick, and where it begins to hit first in order to scatter the balls from one another.

they bounce against the walls edges, some not even making it close, but they're all branched out igniting the match's beginning. )

Which ball belongs to you, and which belongs to it?

( or should she keep watching, she doesn't know if it's still the bot's turn. her eyes are already in search for the number one as she wonders do they go in order, or if there's another pattern that she's not seeing. )

No-- maybe? [ He's answering the last of what the guy says, but- ] They're a florist. They take care of the flowers.

[ He points to said flowers that Chrollo had been admiring, and if the plucked flower is visible, he makes no comment on it being removed. He's not a flower guy; and if Aerith doesn't like people picking them, well, he doesn't know. ]

I don't know if she's religious. I guess-- she could be. Usually it's easy to tell when someone's religious. They're really into it.

[ But what is it like being religious in Etraya? Do they still feel godly things? Things Gorgug has never thought about, and probably won't when he leaves the church. ]

(all these maybe's and don't knows!!! but alas, unimportant. if she comes here, he'll address her as this kid instructs. a florist who takes care of the treasure he's taken a little of.

or at least, he thinks the boy's a kid. the body language tells him as such.)

I'll let them know you're looking for them. What is your name and age?

I've been playing the solids-- oh, nice.

(he can see there are a few possibilities for him, some obvious, some harder to achieve, but he'll move around the table a few times, as if he was trying to find a perfect angle to hit number '5' until he finds one that requires a larger force for it to hit the pocket. purposefully, there's hardly any strength in the way he hits, and it stops just at the entrance - a perfect opportunity for the bot to distance it from the score with the ones that are near it.)

Where's Six, by the way? Did you sneak out?

[ 'I'll let them know', and asking for his name and age, what? Gorgug does look at the guy for a blank second, then points to the closest pew to the front. ]

It's okay, I'm gonna wait for her there.

[ On a seat. So he doesn't need his registration details, right? ]

I'll be in the back.

(LISTEN. 'this teen/guy/child/man called so and so' was looking for you is much better than 'this weird green-skinned creature', okay...

chrollo himself is not leaving either, but he won't stay in the same spot for no reason when his introspection's been broken. he's busy in the backrooms, searching for something, anything about the church, the people, how it ended up in here in the first place.

very welcome to come see him if aerith doesn't come around.)

Why did you move all the way there?

( his angle isn't something 37 entirely agrees with, and as the ball zips across the table, she intercepts by picking it up and placing it somewhere else on the table.

the bot probably beeps in response to the sudden change, but 37 seems to have a different idea from this game than they do, and it's not like they said she couldn't touch them. )

Hm... what does it prove if you have that answer? I am here now, aren't I?

If I hit from the angle I was before, I was going to pocket his ball, and then I'd be in trouble. You might make the bot cry if you touch them, it's against the rules, by the way.

(not that he cares, but she did say she wanted to learn, and the smile he gives tells her not to worry about it. it's the bot's turn, and he moves next to 37 so they both have the same point of view of it.)

Proves nothing. Are you aware you're quite combative?

They cry.

( that stands out to her as she looks to the bot curiously, her body turning to see it move right next to her and 37 drops down from the pool table to move to a different portion of it.

she has a pretty good idea of the angles, the width, and the bot's speed... she wonders if they're also calculating like those who are too hooked on computers using it to solve the problem for them. )

How strange, I'm not fighting against anything at all. Hm...

( she looks down, tilting her head in thought as she tries to understand his claim. )

It's not literal. You tend to be very stubborn and argumentative about things you disagree with, don't like, or don't understand, you know? It's a fine personality trait, but you should be thoughtful about how you're coming across, I worry someone might not see it in good faith and take it personally...

(his talks with 37 all paint a picture in his head of a world he cannot imagine, although he knows she can hardly imagine his. is there ill-intent on the island? evil? or are all the matters they face internal?

just from how she first reacted to him, he knows a good chunk of his people would not take that kindly, and hell, even strays he's met on the way wouldn't allow for it. he's not yet met all the people here, so it's best to side with caution.

does he truly worry? it's hard to say. does he mean the advice? wholeheartedly so.

as the bot makes his move, he calls for her.)

Where do you think I should hit?

(OPEN/CATCH-ALL) can't commit to anything but a crime

APARTMENTS - cw mentions of violence and murder, dehumanization, poverty and existence themes

SECTOR 5 CHURCH

NOVA CITY

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the mental image i just had of chrollo as aerith.......

i believe in it, chrollo (◕‿◕) you've got it

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he's beautiful...................

not me making up stuff

actions will have consequences

AND he's grace

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and he'll do something worse than punch you in the face

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