It's a shame, then, really... Tradition is important, but I would say innovation is of even greater importance.
[This is why his god is better! A divine figure that's able to pivot and make changes is better than a divine figure that remains static to the point of becoming obsolete. But his god also says day drinking is okay, so maybe he's just a fan of the freedom of flexibility in general. A mystewy...
He settles his hands on his lap though, tilting his head and looking over toward Jacopo. He is nothing if not the picture of politeness, at least, even when amusement colors his expression and tone.]
Did you ever reach out to God in our stay in that Heaven? He answered, if you prayed to him. It was such a lovely feeling—warm and comfortable. Reassuring.
[ Maybe you guys worship Lucifer. Anyway, Jacopo just looks his usual, though his eyes lay upon the tiled floor, then roll up to the ceiling. Thinking... Trying to remember. ]
Only once. It did feel like I gained clarity when he responded, but some of it were just words I wanted to hear.
[ Granted, there was a line about how apologizing to Morgana could be the only thing to set him free. It was a strange thing to consider because he never thought about himself in his pursuit for penance. Whatever he shouldered and suffered cannot compare to those whom he harmed.
Still, he wondered at the time if his guilt had meant more to himself than it did to anyone else... If freedom in this case could let him better atone, to be the person who could actually do something good. Instead of focused on suffering, focused on acting.
Too bad it amounted to little for a thousand years. Fate is a tragic as it could be comforting. ]
I wonder if he's shaped up to be the god he wanted to be somewhere in this past millennia. [ Wistful, though only for a moment as he turns his attention to the golden cross that sits on the altar, behind a golden chalice. The next he says with a shitty smile, ] Or if he got overthrown. That would be embarrassing.
[Honestly it wouldn't be the weirdest thing about their cult.]
Mm, well... He was certainly doing the best that he could, but he's still quite new to the job. By my measure of things, at least.
[Since a thousand years has not yet passed by for Lucas. Maybe in a millennia, Jonas will be something unrecognizable, changed in ways a normal human just wouldn't be able to comprehend by the overwhelming pressure and responsibility of godhood. He does not think on it overly-much, though he does shoot Jacopo a little bit of a wry look at that.]
You needn't say it with such a look on your face, my dear. [THE SHITPUNK GRIN.] I'm certain he's been able to make it to wherever it is he'd like to have gone, especially after so much time. Aren't we all a little scattered and struggling when we're young?
[Oh to be eighteen when everything feels like the worst thing to ever happen in your life...]
[ Jonas could just end up being like Jonas since Jacopo hasn't changed so much in those years. It's difficult to change one's essence and soul. You can take away variables, but you are left with yourself.
So maybe at most Jonas will be rid of being eighteen and the teenage angst. ]
Not everyone gives grace to the youth. [ Perhaps ANARCHY did happen in Heaven. ] There are many stories about rebelling against the Heavens.
[EVERYWHERE YOU GO, THERE YOU ARE... extreme version. When you're 18, being a teen with teen angst makes up so much of your personality. Who will he be without it... A mystery they will soon uncover. Or Lucas at least, since he's going back to Heaven. Jacopo may choose to departicle like a maniac instead.]
One could almost assume that you would be looking forward to seeing such chaos unfold, with the ways in which you're bringing the possibility up.
[They really are just talking about rebellion in God's house on this the eve of Jacopo's potential reincarnation, or maybe dissolution into space dust.
The amusement in his expression grows as he rises to stand from the pew, stepping alongside it and then closer to the front area. Idle gestures, idle curiosity.]
What would you do for it? You hardly seem like you'd let someone you care for run themselves into the ground.
[ You want to see the altar, Lucas... You can walk all around sanctuary which is that area and a bit behind it. There is no clergy to shoo them away and Jacopo doesn't give a shit unless he knocks something over.
[He does want to see the altar... He is magnetically drawn to them...... Fortunately he's graceful when he's not trying to do fine needlework, and he mostly keeps his hands to himself anyway, only reaching out once or twice to touch some of the altar's wood and the bible laid atop it.
[ The carpentry is beautifully crafted and the golden-plated hardware the same. The altar cloth splayed across is made of heavy linen with a deep red trim for the color of life, crimson red like blood in stark contrast to the ivory. The bible is leather bound and its fore edge is gilded gold.
Jacopo, however, just looks back at him? ]
It's not like I'm going to throw fists. I'm not a savage.
[ He would get into a fistfight, just not in this context. He does mean smacking around like hitting Jonas a couple of times on the arm. ]
[Lucas is so enthralled by the beauty of religious shit. Honestly same. Why is it so lovely. The colors are gorgeous and the level of detail is insane. Lucas lets his fingers rest against the cover of the bible for a moment before cracking it open to leaf through the pages, even though the contents are far different from what the Society preaches.]
I think throwing any sort of hand, whether palm open or shut, is a bit much.
[Lucas says this because he cannot simply smack people on the arm or he risks blasting the whole arm out of the socket.]
[ How did Europeans come across this aesthetic... Well, I guess this is also a mix of Arab in this church. Sometimes mankind can come together to make the most beautiful things after a power struggle.
Yes... Randomizes a bible verse for him.
Hatred stirreth up strifes: but love covereth all sins. Proverbs 10:12
So obvious... i'm losing it. ]
For you, it's different. It might as well be the other person's death sentence.
Not this fucking bible verse. He just hums as he reads it... So true, Proverbs, so true. If only Scien would stop being so hateful clearly all of the strife would end. DON'T JUST SAY IT OUT LOUD THOUGH DAMN. He glances up from the book with a small frown...]
I'm perfectly capable of handling other people gently.
[HE PRACTICES!!!!! And in situations where he feels it's out of his hands, he simply does not engage...]
In any case, why even the light hit? He tries hard so consistently, you know.
[ Jacopo still thinks Scien is Gaston, as Beauty and the Beast did not come out in the 1860s. He won't know until his new iteration.
He puts on a pensive expression, like he's really thinking back and trying to remember. The silence trails longer for the effect of it all rather than him actually taking so much time. ]
I suppose that's true... My arm wasn't broken. [ But It Could Have Been. ] Negative reinforcement works on people.
[ He isn't too serious about this, obviously. People aren't to be trained.
[I FORGOT ABOUT THAT oh scien... accidentally joining the ranks of asa and yoru.
Not the pretenses. DON'T JUST PRETEND TO THINK HEAVILY ABOUT THIS. He doesn't count the time that he went insane and supermurdered Jacopo, even though he should, because he is still under the impression that that was just some weird stress episode induced by the meddling of Satan or something. He does not examine things too closely... It's fine.
Though he does pause for a second.]
...I suppose I've broken a bone or two unintentionally before. Dear Yves... his ribs, once...
[ He should, but even Jacopo doesn't count it as he chalks it up that Lucas had some extreme episode. Maybe it's drugs, which he doesn't know too much about still, but it could be anything. He will choose to blame tangible things first.
[DON'T JUST FCKIN MAKE A FACE AND THEN NOT SAY ANYTHING this is enough to make even Lucas feel a touch self-conscious...]
It was a very unusual situation.
[THIS EXPLAINS NOTHING. He doesn't want to be like "I thought he died and absolutely did not control my strength when I reached out to touch his corpse".]
[ YES, SIR! YOU SHOULD BE SELF-CONSCIOUS! THAT WAS THE WHOLE POINT OF THE LOOK! IF LUCAS DIDN'T LOOK SOMEWHAT CONTEMPLATIVE ABOUT IT, JACOPO WOULD HAVE SAID SOMETHING AND FORCE HIM TO THINK ABOUT IT MORE! THINK! USE YOUR BRAIN! ]
Yes?
[ He's already making assumptions despite the rather composed and polite response he gave. ]
[ Lucas... You are trying his patience with your little half-stories, but so right to try to avoid talking about it. What an insane event? ]
... So you conducted resuscitation...
[ Which is the right thing to do and often comes with broken ribs, but this is Lucas and Jacopo's expression darkens in horror as his shoulders draw up, crossed arms in front of his chest looking more defensive than before. ]
[WHAT AN INSANE EVENT. The way this isn't even what happened but Lucas abruptly decides he doesn't want to explain what actually did happen, the much worse reality where he went to scold Yves' corpse for making Ceres sad and accidentally broke his bones so hard he came back to life because he was too distraught to control his strength.
Comparatively, the horrors of allowing Jacopo to imagine Lucas conducting resuscitation when that too is a nightmarish scenario are still lighter... HE JUST SIGHS and folds his fucking demonic hands together primly.]
Fortunately we were able to rush him to the hospital shortly after and he made a full recovery, but he's a terrible patient.
[ Jacopo truly assumed the best, but the reality of things is so much worse. He doesn't know... He doesn't know that Lucas just did it on real accident with no intentions to save Yves.
Lucas truly decided he will take the better impression. ]
Maybe you should have broken all of his ribs and both legs.
[Sometimes the correct answer is just to let a person believe what they wanna believe...... It's fine... No one has to know! Not even Yves knows!! Only Adolphe is the keeper of the cursed knowledge as he always is!
He also just blinks at this though. HELLO.]
You're in quite a violent mood. Normally the church soothes...
[Jacopo's soul is just prone to making threats even when freshly strung back together from the cloudy sooty void.]
[ Adolphe the sole beholder of the truth until it's revealed that Lucas is strong and people were surprised that Adolphe wasn't joking.
He looks off to the side, sulky in the house of God where you should not hurt thy neighbor. ]
It'd make him a good patient, wouldn't it?
[ YVES WOULD BE IMMOBILE? The funny thing is if someone said this to Jacopo, he'd call them an insane madman. A barbarian. A savage. Use your brain and put brawn beside. ]
[THE WAY THEY'RE EVEN LIKE "ADOLPHE IT'S SO UNLIKE YOU TO JOKE LIKE THIS BUT YOU REALLY LOVE THIS ONE HUH" like it's just that much less believable that Lucas isn't a frail Victorian twink by comparison. So funny.
Stop sulking in the house of God.]
On the contrary, I'd argue that it would make him an even worse patient. Knowing that boy, he would just walk on his broken legs anyway and then it would take twice as long for him to heal compared to if he merely needed to heal his ribs...
[Not a single person on this island is normal. Jacopo would fit right in with his double standards.]
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[This is why his god is better! A divine figure that's able to pivot and make changes is better than a divine figure that remains static to the point of becoming obsolete. But his god also says day drinking is okay, so maybe he's just a fan of the freedom of flexibility in general. A mystewy...
He settles his hands on his lap though, tilting his head and looking over toward Jacopo. He is nothing if not the picture of politeness, at least, even when amusement colors his expression and tone.]
Did you ever reach out to God in our stay in that Heaven? He answered, if you prayed to him. It was such a lovely feeling—warm and comfortable. Reassuring.
[Tangible.]
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Only once. It did feel like I gained clarity when he responded, but some of it were just words I wanted to hear.
[ Granted, there was a line about how apologizing to Morgana could be the only thing to set him free. It was a strange thing to consider because he never thought about himself in his pursuit for penance. Whatever he shouldered and suffered cannot compare to those whom he harmed.
Still, he wondered at the time if his guilt had meant more to himself than it did to anyone else... If freedom in this case could let him better atone, to be the person who could actually do something good. Instead of focused on suffering, focused on acting.
Too bad it amounted to little for a thousand years. Fate is a tragic as it could be comforting. ]
I wonder if he's shaped up to be the god he wanted to be somewhere in this past millennia. [ Wistful, though only for a moment as he turns his attention to the golden cross that sits on the altar, behind a golden chalice. The next he says with a shitty smile, ] Or if he got overthrown. That would be embarrassing.
[ lmao ]
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Mm, well... He was certainly doing the best that he could, but he's still quite new to the job. By my measure of things, at least.
[Since a thousand years has not yet passed by for Lucas. Maybe in a millennia, Jonas will be something unrecognizable, changed in ways a normal human just wouldn't be able to comprehend by the overwhelming pressure and responsibility of godhood. He does not think on it overly-much, though he does shoot Jacopo a little bit of a wry look at that.]
You needn't say it with such a look on your face, my dear. [THE SHITPUNK GRIN.] I'm certain he's been able to make it to wherever it is he'd like to have gone, especially after so much time. Aren't we all a little scattered and struggling when we're young?
[Oh to be eighteen when everything feels like the worst thing to ever happen in your life...]
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So maybe at most Jonas will be rid of being eighteen and the teenage angst. ]
Not everyone gives grace to the youth. [ Perhaps ANARCHY did happen in Heaven. ] There are many stories about rebelling against the Heavens.
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One could almost assume that you would be looking forward to seeing such chaos unfold, with the ways in which you're bringing the possibility up.
[Surely not...]
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Jacopo makes a face at the idea of being present as it happens. ]
Watching him be a wreck would be a sight for sore eyes...
[ Disapproving, really. He doesn't want to watch someone fumble and be incompetent. As a control freak with some will, he might meddle. ]
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The amusement in his expression grows as he rises to stand from the pew, stepping alongside it and then closer to the front area. Idle gestures, idle curiosity.]
What would you do for it? You hardly seem like you'd let someone you care for run themselves into the ground.
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He's thinking... ]
First, smack him around.
[ OKAY. ]
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GLANCING BACK OVER AT THAT THOUGH.]
Why is violence your first inclination...
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Jacopo, however, just looks back at him? ]
It's not like I'm going to throw fists. I'm not a savage.
[ He would get into a fistfight, just not in this context. He does mean smacking around like hitting Jonas a couple of times on the arm. ]
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I think throwing any sort of hand, whether palm open or shut, is a bit much.
[Lucas says this because he cannot simply smack people on the arm or he risks blasting the whole arm out of the socket.]
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Yes... Randomizes a bible verse for him.
Hatred stirreth up strifes:
but love covereth all sins.
Proverbs 10:12
So obvious... i'm losing it. ]
For you, it's different. It might as well be the other person's death sentence.
[ Says it aloud for him. ]
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Not this fucking bible verse. He just hums as he reads it... So true, Proverbs, so true. If only Scien would stop being so hateful clearly all of the strife would end. DON'T JUST SAY IT OUT LOUD THOUGH DAMN. He glances up from the book with a small frown...]
I'm perfectly capable of handling other people gently.
[HE PRACTICES!!!!! And in situations where he feels it's out of his hands, he simply does not engage...]
In any case, why even the light hit? He tries hard so consistently, you know.
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He puts on a pensive expression, like he's really thinking back and trying to remember. The silence trails longer for the effect of it all rather than him actually taking so much time. ]
I suppose that's true... My arm wasn't broken. [ But It Could Have Been. ] Negative reinforcement works on people.
[ He isn't too serious about this, obviously. People aren't to be trained.
Usually. ]
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Not the pretenses. DON'T JUST PRETEND TO THINK HEAVILY ABOUT THIS. He doesn't count the time that he went insane and supermurdered Jacopo, even though he should, because he is still under the impression that that was just some weird stress episode induced by the meddling of Satan or something. He does not examine things too closely... It's fine.
Though he does pause for a second.]
...I suppose I've broken a bone or two unintentionally before. Dear Yves... his ribs, once...
[But it brought him back to life so it's fine!]
—Be kind to the dear.
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Anyway, the confession has Jacopo make a face. ]
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It was a very unusual situation.
[THIS EXPLAINS NOTHING. He doesn't want to be like "I thought he died and absolutely did not control my strength when I reached out to touch his corpse".]
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Yes?
[ He's already making assumptions despite the rather composed and polite response he gave. ]
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He'd just been caught in an explosion... His heart had stopped.
[Thinking about how long Yves was just fucking dead on the floor before Lucas broke his ribs and resurrected him.]
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... So you conducted resuscitation...
[ Which is the right thing to do and often comes with broken ribs, but this is Lucas and Jacopo's expression darkens in horror as his shoulders draw up, crossed arms in front of his chest looking more defensive than before. ]
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Comparatively, the horrors of allowing Jacopo to imagine Lucas conducting resuscitation when that too is a nightmarish scenario are still lighter... HE JUST SIGHS and folds his fucking demonic hands together primly.]
Fortunately we were able to rush him to the hospital shortly after and he made a full recovery, but he's a terrible patient.
[WHEN YOU CAN'T FEEL PAIN YOU WOULD BE...]
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Lucas truly decided he will take the better impression. ]
Maybe you should have broken all of his ribs and both legs.
[ OKAY. ]
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He also just blinks at this though. HELLO.]
You're in quite a violent mood. Normally the church soothes...
[Jacopo's soul is just prone to making threats even when freshly strung back together from the cloudy sooty void.]
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He looks off to the side, sulky in the house of God where you should not hurt thy neighbor. ]
It'd make him a good patient, wouldn't it?
[ YVES WOULD BE IMMOBILE? The funny thing is if someone said this to Jacopo, he'd call them an insane madman. A barbarian. A savage. Use your brain and put brawn beside. ]
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Stop sulking in the house of God.]
On the contrary, I'd argue that it would make him an even worse patient. Knowing that boy, he would just walk on his broken legs anyway and then it would take twice as long for him to heal compared to if he merely needed to heal his ribs...
[Not a single person on this island is normal. Jacopo would fit right in with his double standards.]
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