[ Arthur's leaning against the frame of the entrance to the kitchen watching Eames working on something that hopefully won't end in the entire place burning down. ]
[ Opens up another cabinet to pull a plate down, spooning a hefty serving of rice from the steam pot and chicken and egg from the second pot, drizzling the sauce overtop. ]
Third. First was the city-wide flood and the ark. You missed that one. Then the week themed after the seven sins. And then, of course, this recent one. From what I understood from the network, people were being forced into it whether they wanted to fight or not.
[ Arthur eyes the plate of chicken before turning his attention to the oh-so-interesting clock on the wall. He absentmindedly wipes away a faint milk mustache with his hand. ]
Guess it was a good thing I decided to stay down in Tony's lab for the time being.
[ Pause. Eames looks amused, gesturing to the stove with a fork holding a speared piece of chicken. ]
You look like a starved orphan, Arthur. Go serve yourself; what's left is more than Ariadne will eat.
Are they always so aptly themed, the curses? Really, anything's that's occurred last could be construed as punishment for a sin, or some other type of fault.
[ Arthur considers the stove, but thinks better of it. He'd already set on Thai, anyway. ]
Like I said, I'm going out for dinner.
[ He goes back to his milk instead. ]
The ones who supposedly control the curses do call themselves deities, after all. Though I wouldn't give them that much credit. I somehow doubt they align themselves with any religion, Western or Eastern. They remind me more of the trickster gods you'd read about in ancient mythology.
Has making a trade with gods or deities or any higher being ever worked out well for the protagonist in mythological tales? Seems like the same kind of deal to me when it comes to the deities.
[ He sets his now empty glass aside. ]
Someone I spoke to here said they can take immaterial things from you. Memories. Or one of your senses for a certain period of time. Who knows what else they could do in that kind of exchange. We already know what they're capable of through the curses. I wouldn't want to approach them in that capacity.
One doesn't have to approach them with the intention of truly making a deal. Someone that calls themselves a deity hardly makes it so. A lack of omnipresence. If we're somehow forced to make an exchange, why not the knowledge of how we came here? Assuming they ever hold up their ends of bargains to begin with. Anyone with any claimed amount of power isn't the most trustworthy, but if they're the ones - to say - running the show - if you will - then we need to see the who and the how.
[ He looks pensive, brow furrowing briefly. ]
We could trade a totem. We already know it holds no weight here.
Is that... curry?
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Curried chicken and egg, if we're searching for something more specific.
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You're making us dinner?
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[ His tone is calm, but it's an obvious tease at Arthur's expense. He glances over, raising his brows. ]
I'd thought that was Ariadne's.
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You thought wrong. And don't worry, I was going out for dinner anyway. [ Nevermind that the curry's starting to smell somewhat tempting. ]
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[ Opens up another cabinet to pull a plate down, spooning a hefty serving of rice from the steam pot and chicken and egg from the second pot, drizzling the sauce overtop. ]
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A battle between heaven and hell. What'll they think of next. [ Arthur makes a scoffing noise before taking a long drink from his glass. ]
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This is the second biblically related event, isn't it?
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[ Arthur eyes the plate of chicken before turning his attention to the oh-so-interesting clock on the wall. He absentmindedly wipes away a faint milk mustache with his hand. ]
Guess it was a good thing I decided to stay down in Tony's lab for the time being.
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You look like a starved orphan, Arthur. Go serve yourself; what's left is more than Ariadne will eat.
Are they always so aptly themed, the curses? Really, anything's that's occurred last could be construed as punishment for a sin, or some other type of fault.
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Like I said, I'm going out for dinner.
[ He goes back to his milk instead. ]
The ones who supposedly control the curses do call themselves deities, after all. Though I wouldn't give them that much credit. I somehow doubt they align themselves with any religion, Western or Eastern. They remind me more of the trickster gods you'd read about in ancient mythology.
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I hear you can go to them to make deals.
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[ He sets his now empty glass aside. ]
Someone I spoke to here said they can take immaterial things from you. Memories. Or one of your senses for a certain period of time. Who knows what else they could do in that kind of exchange. We already know what they're capable of through the curses. I wouldn't want to approach them in that capacity.
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[ He looks pensive, brow furrowing briefly. ]
We could trade a totem. We already know it holds no weight here.
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