PCS WITH LUNA

[mammoney]

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Day 1 - POST PROFILE

[mammoney]

[Well, that's...an odd reaction to the profiles. Mammon's interest is piqued - what's up with her? He spares a moment to look hers over - "guilty party"?? some story about a bluebird??? - and then turns and follows after her as she leaves the group.]

Hey. Hey! Where ya goin'?

i am ready to suffer as usual

[brokethefirst]

[She stiffens up when she hears someone calling after her, turning and regarding Mammon with a look that seems almost... tired, in a way.]

Just to the conservatory.

Is... something wrong, Mammon?

wreck my heart again

[mammoney]

I should be askin' you that.

[Like, its one thing to hate what you see, but that's just one bizarre reaction.]

Somethin' on that plaque botherin' you?

always

[brokethefirst]

...That's an odd question.

Did you read it?

[She's assuming so, because if he didn't, then this conversation is basically over.]

[mammoney]

Yeah, I did.

[Of course he did.]

I'm gonna just ask. What're you guilty of?

[brokethefirst]

...

I'm sorry. I don't think it's wise for me to talk about that right now.

[She is aware that makes her sound shady as all hell, but... really, she would rather let peoples minds wander to their own conclusions for the time being.

Her hand moves to idly clutch near her collarbone, almost out of habit, but meeting empty air.

...]

Would, um... would you walk with me a little bit?

W1 - POST EXECUTION

[mammoney]

[He's actively seeking her out.]

[It's strange. He seeks people out usually, but for more selfish reasons - to play games with him, to give him attention, to talk. Here, its different. He has something to say, but its for her sake. Not for his.]

[When he finally tracks her down, he gives her a nod, before handing her the book in his hands.]

[The Blue Bird.]

Hey, Luna. I finished it.

let's try this again

[brokethefirst]

[She's hard to find immediately after the execution, but the reason might be pretty obvious - she had went straight for Toi after the doors had closed, after all. But by the afternoon, Mammon can find her in the study, various pages of her notebook torn out and spread across the table. It's all very, very technical and hard to parse. She has several other books in a pile nearby.

Well... it seems she now has one more to add to that pile. She'll look up from her work to nod at Mammon, her smile tired.]

Hello, Mammon...

I'm glad to hear. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten.

Do you have the answer that I requested?

[mammoney]

Nah, nah, I didn't forget. I couldn't read for the last week cause of the blind thing, but now...

[Now he had the time. He stares at her for a moment, before folding his arms - his eyes close as he frowns.]

I do have an answer. [A long pause. He seems to be thinking through something, trying to put it into words.] Those two kids...at first, they thought happiness was like, riches, and having stuff, and luxury.

[Another pause. His eyes open slightly - they're a strange color, yellow and blue in the same eye.]

...But in the end, happiness is shown to...not be that stuff. It ain't about riches. It's just about small stuff. Like the forest outside a window.

[His voice is softer, somehow.]

Like...like your family.

[brokethefirst]

[Somehow, there's a warmth that instantly settles over her at that answer, her smile finally reaching her eyes.]

That's right.

When I first hear the story of Myltyl and Tyltyl from someone very dear to me, that was what I first took away from it, too. The search for the bluebird, in the end, led them right back to what they always had. I felt it was a way to say that... happiness is always closer than you think.

[She'll slide the book in front of her, opening up to The Blue Bird.]

But did you know there's another ending to the story?

[mammoney]

["Happiness is closer than you think".]

[Yeah. He can see that. He's the Avatar of Greed, and even now, even here, there's a large part of him that bristles at the thought. He promotes the hunger and ambition one has to want more things such as money and valuable things. But happiness close to home? It seems almost foreign, and yet...]

[Hm.]

Really? What is it?

[brokethefirst]

[Her hand traces the illustration on the inside title of the story, an image of the two children with the cage in their home.]

In Maeterlink's original text, the story doesn't end with them waking up to find the bluebird.

When the children try to open the cage to feed the bird, it leaves the cage and flies away. It's there that the story really ends.

If that's the case... then that changes the moral learned.

Week 2, Day 3

[mammoney]

[Mammon leads Luna out of the study. He's...so tired. His mind is...a mess. Thinking about his brothers is a mess on top of a mess.]

Hm.

[He finally turns a corner, walking into the ballroom - he leans on one of the walls, glancing up at the crystal chandeliers. They're...beautiful.]

[Almost too beautiful.]

...Satan didn't Fall like the rest of us did. He came from Lucifer himself.

[brokethefirst]

[She follows that gaze, first up to the chandeliers, then back to him, her brow furrowed with concern. Not over his story, of course, but over just how tired he looked.]

When you say fall... do you mean that you were originally from somewhere else?

[mammoney]

Ha. Yeah.

[He points upward.]

From there.

[brokethefirst]

[She simply nods. It's what she had assumed, but it seemed rude to not hear it from him.]

Were... you an angel before that, then? Or am I misspeaking?

[mammoney]

Yep. Me and my six brothers were angels.

[It's probably part of the reason why he's not exactly a very typical demon.]

Anyways, a lot happened. We fought in the Celestial War...and then we Fell. Around that time, Satan was born. He was never an angel like we were.

[brokethefirst]

And that birth was directly from Lucifer, then? [NOT GONNA EVEN BOTHER ABOUT THE IMPLICATIONS HERE it's fine]

That would mean he's the only one who came into existence never knowing Heaven. I... imagine he has some different ideas of the world than the rest.

Am I understanding correctly so far?

before going into the room of requiem

[mammoney]

[Well, it sucks being a ghost, that's for sure. He can't hug anyone, can't touch anyone...]

[He's here in the kitchen, wondering if he can actually eat anything - there's some coffee from this coffee machine that's still hot, and he ponders over it, wondering if he can even digest things the way he is. About to raise the cup to his mouth, he suddenly looks over and sees Luna passing by the doorway.]

Hey!! Luna! [He's happy to see her, beaming widely.] Where are ya goin'? Come on, hang out with me!

[Yes, he's this blatant.]

after room requiem adventures

[mammoney]

[That...was a lot.]

[He's not physically injured. But he's just.......injured, somehow. He's tired. Emotionally drained. So many things went wrong. He sang High School Musical against his will.]

[Mammon curls up by the library entrance on the floor, staring at one of the walls. Someone steps close. He just shakes his head.]

Mmm. Leave me alone...

[brokethefirst]

[She considers it for a moment, if only because of how drastically different this Mammon is to the one she just saw on Monday. But...

It doesn't matter that he's still a ghost, or that she can't touch him properly. Her fingers still ghost against the top of his head, the closest thing to a comforting touch that she can manage.]

[mammoney]

...

[His gaze slides up to her for a brief moment, before his expression softens and his eyes move back to stare at the floor.]

...Thanks. [His voice is quiet.] Wish I could...feel more of it. But thanks.

[brokethefirst]

You're welcome. [It's an equally quiet, weak response.]

... I won't ask if you're alright. But... I can sit with you, if you would like.

It's... a little easier to deal with things that hurt when you don't have to do it on your own.

[mammoney]

...Could you?

[His voice cracks a little.]

Please? I'd...I'd like that.

[brokethefirst]

Of course. I'll be here as long as you'd like.

[She'll sit close enough that she can feel the cold bristle against what parts of her brush against his shoulder or leg. Unless he's willing to talk... she won't start a conversation. She's just here, intentionally keeping very gentle contact.]