[ 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.]
If he wasn't able to even move so much as a finger, I do believe he'd have much bigger problems?
[It really is just paralysis. Or being comatose. My god. It's hard to imagine Yves taking that much injury because somehow he keeps injury terminator-ing his way forward.]
Ah—if you'd like to go elsewhere, I don't mind. I find places of worship quite comforting, so I'm afraid I'd just stay here for hours if left to my own devices.
[ And if it isn't recoverable, that's just a skill issue. There's a weary sigh when Lucas says that perhaps he'd just be here forever, weary in a familiar way. Morgana was the same. ]
There's so much more outside of the church's walls, but if you're looking to be pious then we can see the cemetery.
[NOT THE SKILL ISSUE. Yves is just a little guy... But it's fine, he's distracted by the weary and familiar sigh. Jacopo, your lot in life is to be surrounded by Catholics, apparently.]
The cemetery? I wouldn't mind venturing there, then, if only to pay respects while here. [Though there's a little hesitant uncertainty, in the sense that he's not entirely certain why or how there's a cemetery in a place like this to begin with. A nod to whatever structure the dream built its foundation on, he guesses, and doesn't ask just yet.
He'll at least rise and dust his skirts off, looking toward the pulpit once again before turning to face Jacopo.]
[ Because cemeteries are in memories. Despite how some people may find them to be a locale that draws a dark grey pall, it brings some comfort to have a place where they can spiritually connect to those gone.
Unfortunately, for Jacopo, he cares little for what happens after death and still thinks not much for graves, but he considers for those who see value in them. Maybe that's why it's there... Fond memories must be somewhere. ]
You should make more decisions yourself.
[ But Jacopo does like leading? Or being assumed that he's one who can be relied on.
To the cemetery they go to pay respects for names that are blurred to the eye. In the distance, they can almost spot a red apparition, but it disappears after one blink like it was never there. What makes the cemetery stays. The tombstones are a strange array... Some are humble and modest, made by simple twigs in the shape of a cross or a small cairn of stones. Some are grand, harboring caskets encased in granite or marble above ground or stored in a majestic mausoleum. The disparity of wealth is palpable, but so is time period. It oscillates between Medieval and Victorian, basically.
It's a manicured place, open to the sun's brilliant rays. None of the graves are overgrown or bereft of care. Green grass takes over this section instead of golden wheat, bending and dancing to a soft breeze. ]
[Jacopo... You are such a funny contradictory little guy. His head cants a little, and the simply says:]
It's your home, after all; I trust you to guide the way.
[To know what there is to see, to not lead him toward some wildass danger or anything of the sort... Even if he'd likely be able to handle it, he'd prefer not to be ambushed.
To the cemetery they GO... The spectre catches his attention for the second it's there and gone, and his brow furrows for a moment, but he chooses to set it aside and not think about it overly-much, as with many things. Instead, he pays attention to the tombstones and the differences in the types. Walking from quiet grave to quiet grave in this manicured patch of grass leaves him quieted, himself.
He pauses in front of one with carvings of beautiful flowers, folding his hands together in a gesture that borders on something anxious, or at least discomforted. Unhappy, in some way, brief and fleeting as the feeling is.]
...As you can likely imagine, there are an abundance of graves in my home. Many are left to ruin, though. Surviving relatives don't often survive for very long, and those that do...
[Well. They only do so because they become Relivers, and often lose any love or care that would have driven them to tend to a grave plot, anyway.]
[ It is the human condition. There aren't a lot of predators aside from foxes, boars, and vipers in modern Sicily, I think... But back in the day there used to be wolves, but that is not something Jacopo would have in his perfect dream world where nothing bad ever happens.
The cemetery does look like it's well taken care of, even though there doesn't seem to be anyone in sight in comparison to the little town nearby. Jacopo gives the site a survey with his arms crossed. ]
It used to be common to let peasantry rot on the streets, so burials and remembrance were rare in that case.
[ Still, Relivers. ]
I don't condemn them those who move on. Living is for those alive, but... Memories should inspire something.
[ And he is guessing Relivers feel not much for those memories aside from how they make them closer to whole. ]
[Jacopo said no natural predators in MY little slice of delusion. Lucas looks back over toward him as he surveys the place, his hands folded neatly and primly together.]
An unfortunate thing. [Quietly but not with too much judgment, considering people also just kind of keeled over in public in his home too and were mostly dealt with not out of respect for human dignity, but just because they're a small island without a lot of real estate and couldn't just have bodies stacking up.
The rest, though... He at least agrees that memories should inspire something, and sighs, the sound of it soft enough to be lost.]
They should, yes. It's just tragic, otherwise. People should be able to live their lives while keeping hold of at least a part of those who have left them, I'm whatever way that piece may manifest, or however they may choose to carry it.
[Moving on, as a concept on a whole, feels like an impossibility - but he supposes he could spare judgment from those who do, depending on how they do it. Just don't be Relivers about it, damn.]
[ Relivers were once people who made choices, weren't they? They chose to let go in the most extreme ways. Jacopo isn't sure if he would follow that path if given to him... Only because even with strong opinions and ideals, one could bend under desperation. Humans are amenable and malleable.
Still, it's too much to consider being a walking ghost of who you used to be, but he supposes he was that once. A smile randomly forms because he thinks he tires of heavy topics. ]
[And SOME PEOPLE choose to THROW AWAY THEIR ETERNAL SOUL and become DEMONS but it's fine, he's not judging, except for when he does.
He isn't exactly a fan of lingering overly-long on the various implications of Relivers and what the 50/50 split toward sacrificing a soul for longevity means for the fabric of humanity itself, though. When the shift in topic comes, he turns with it easily.]
Who is the dutiful keeper...? It does look very well-maintained, so I can only imagine they take on the duty with sincerity and dedication.
[ From what Nier Automata and Final Fantasy 14 told me, they become less and less human to the point they can function on free will anymore. Sometimes, you act upon data and once you set a goal, there is nothing left so you must prolong your achievement as long as possible so you and your people can function.
Suddenly, his expression is flat as he gives Lucas such an incredulous expression. ]
[I SEE. Dire and tragic. Lucas would point at these findings and be like "see" as he shoves his serial killing under a carpet.
He just looks back, though, blinking like the innocent little lamb he is... DON'T LOOK AT HIM INCREDULOUSLY YOU STUPID FRUIT THIS IS YOUR HALLUCINATORY WHEAT FIELDS HOUSE.]
Just because he made it, doesn't mean he's entirely aware of where things come from or why they're here? So much in Fata Morgana happens because it happens. ]
Do I look like I should know? I'm a resident like the rest.
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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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You can't walk if you can't move a finger.
[ It's that level of injured, which may be paralysis at that point, but he shrugs. ]
Had your fill of the Holy grounds?
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ALSO HELLO.]
If he wasn't able to even move so much as a finger, I do believe he'd have much bigger problems?
[It really is just paralysis. Or being comatose. My god. It's hard to imagine Yves taking that much injury because somehow he keeps injury terminator-ing his way forward.]
Ah—if you'd like to go elsewhere, I don't mind. I find places of worship quite comforting, so I'm afraid I'd just stay here for hours if left to my own devices.
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[ And if it isn't recoverable, that's just a skill issue. There's a weary sigh when Lucas says that perhaps he'd just be here forever, weary in a familiar way. Morgana was the same. ]
There's so much more outside of the church's walls, but if you're looking to be pious then we can see the cemetery.
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[NOT THE SKILL ISSUE. Yves is just a little guy... But it's fine, he's distracted by the weary and familiar sigh. Jacopo, your lot in life is to be surrounded by Catholics, apparently.]
The cemetery? I wouldn't mind venturing there, then, if only to pay respects while here. [Though there's a little hesitant uncertainty, in the sense that he's not entirely certain why or how there's a cemetery in a place like this to begin with. A nod to whatever structure the dream built its foundation on, he guesses, and doesn't ask just yet.
He'll at least rise and dust his skirts off, looking toward the pulpit once again before turning to face Jacopo.]
I'll follow where you lead.
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Unfortunately, for Jacopo, he cares little for what happens after death and still thinks not much for graves, but he considers for those who see value in them. Maybe that's why it's there... Fond memories must be somewhere. ]
You should make more decisions yourself.
[ But Jacopo does like leading? Or being assumed that he's one who can be relied on.
To the cemetery they go to pay respects for names that are blurred to the eye. In the distance, they can almost spot a red apparition, but it disappears after one blink like it was never there. What makes the cemetery stays. The tombstones are a strange array... Some are humble and modest, made by simple twigs in the shape of a cross or a small cairn of stones. Some are grand, harboring caskets encased in granite or marble above ground or stored in a majestic mausoleum. The disparity of wealth is palpable, but so is time period. It oscillates between Medieval and Victorian, basically.
It's a manicured place, open to the sun's brilliant rays. None of the graves are overgrown or bereft of care. Green grass takes over this section instead of golden wheat, bending and dancing to a soft breeze. ]
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It's your home, after all; I trust you to guide the way.
[To know what there is to see, to not lead him toward some wildass danger or anything of the sort... Even if he'd likely be able to handle it, he'd prefer not to be ambushed.
To the cemetery they GO... The spectre catches his attention for the second it's there and gone, and his brow furrows for a moment, but he chooses to set it aside and not think about it overly-much, as with many things. Instead, he pays attention to the tombstones and the differences in the types. Walking from quiet grave to quiet grave in this manicured patch of grass leaves him quieted, himself.
He pauses in front of one with carvings of beautiful flowers, folding his hands together in a gesture that borders on something anxious, or at least discomforted. Unhappy, in some way, brief and fleeting as the feeling is.]
...As you can likely imagine, there are an abundance of graves in my home. Many are left to ruin, though. Surviving relatives don't often survive for very long, and those that do...
[Well. They only do so because they become Relivers, and often lose any love or care that would have driven them to tend to a grave plot, anyway.]
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The cemetery does look like it's well taken care of, even though there doesn't seem to be anyone in sight in comparison to the little town nearby. Jacopo gives the site a survey with his arms crossed. ]
It used to be common to let peasantry rot on the streets, so burials and remembrance were rare in that case.
[ Still, Relivers. ]
I don't condemn them those who move on. Living is for those alive, but... Memories should inspire something.
[ And he is guessing Relivers feel not much for those memories aside from how they make them closer to whole. ]
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An unfortunate thing. [Quietly but not with too much judgment, considering people also just kind of keeled over in public in his home too and were mostly dealt with not out of respect for human dignity, but just because they're a small island without a lot of real estate and couldn't just have bodies stacking up.
The rest, though... He at least agrees that memories should inspire something, and sighs, the sound of it soft enough to be lost.]
They should, yes. It's just tragic, otherwise. People should be able to live their lives while keeping hold of at least a part of those who have left them, I'm whatever way that piece may manifest, or however they may choose to carry it.
[Moving on, as a concept on a whole, feels like an impossibility - but he supposes he could spare judgment from those who do, depending on how they do it. Just don't be Relivers about it, damn.]
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It's about choice in the end.
[ Relivers were once people who made choices, weren't they? They chose to let go in the most extreme ways. Jacopo isn't sure if he would follow that path if given to him... Only because even with strong opinions and ideals, one could bend under desperation. Humans are amenable and malleable.
Still, it's too much to consider being a walking ghost of who you used to be, but he supposes he was that once. A smile randomly forms because he thinks he tires of heavy topics. ]
At least this little site has a dutiful keeper.
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[And SOME PEOPLE choose to THROW AWAY THEIR ETERNAL SOUL and become DEMONS but it's fine, he's not judging, except for when he does.
He isn't exactly a fan of lingering overly-long on the various implications of Relivers and what the 50/50 split toward sacrificing a soul for longevity means for the fabric of humanity itself, though. When the shift in topic comes, he turns with it easily.]
Who is the dutiful keeper...? It does look very well-maintained, so I can only imagine they take on the duty with sincerity and dedication.
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Suddenly, his expression is flat as he gives Lucas such an incredulous expression. ]
Why are you asking me?
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He just looks back, though, blinking like the innocent little lamb he is... DON'T LOOK AT HIM INCREDULOUSLY YOU STUPID FRUIT THIS IS YOUR HALLUCINATORY WHEAT FIELDS HOUSE.]
Do you not know the answer?
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Just because he made it, doesn't mean he's entirely aware of where things come from or why they're here? So much in Fata Morgana happens because it happens. ]
Do I look like I should know? I'm a resident like the rest.
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