DEITIES ONLY FILTER specificsApril 23 2011, 20:09:39 UTC
[ Arthur considers his childhood and then considers the questionable reality of this place, the idea having come to him more than once that even though it's not his dream and it's not the subconscious belonging to Eames either, it could still be someone else's. The likelihood is so slim it feels nothing short of faulty to be considering it, but he has to because there isn't much else to infer from what he's seen, heard, and experienced.
And really this whole being dead thing? It blows. Not that he's surprised but from Arthur's perspective, when you're dead you're not cognizant of it so he'd never figured it would matter either way.
Childhood. But...aspects?
After another silence, he clears his throat slightly, questions still there. ]
Okay, so. Childhood memories. What do you mean by aspects?
And what kind of 'added fee'?
[ Arthur feels like they're nearly speaking different languages, but that's all wrapped up in what he's willing to believe, which isn't much. He's forcing himself to go through with it for the purpose of finding out if it can happen or not, not because he believes that it will. ]
DEITIES ONLY FILTER specificsApril 23 2011, 20:22:11 UTC
[ She's right of course, which makes him second-guess (which is more like 500-guessing) the idea that this isn't his subconscious, or Eames', but then anyone who knows the dreamshare would be able to draw that conclusion so he discards the notion again. Still, it's a relief to be able to keep the dreams if nothing else; they help him separate his own history from a dozen others anyway, more clearly. He wonders what will be in the place of his childhood - a blank, probably, void.
There's a quirk of expression.
Dreamy and schemey. Also an ant.
Well. Arthur's been called worse. He almost laughs because this feels so ridiculous but it's all in or all out. That much he gets, but of the five senses he'd give up forever he's sure that taste won't cut the mortality bill. They want an equal weight. He turns the useless die in his pocket and replies: ]
DEITIES ONLY FILTER specificsApril 23 2011, 20:36:34 UTC
[ Trying to wrap his head around this ...'deity's' reasoning is sending Arthur into something of a considerable blackhole, so he stops, just stares at the ceiling and pinches the bridge of his nose and focuses on how nice it is that he only has 32 teeth. ]
DEITIES ONLY FILTER specificsApril 23 2011, 20:57:28 UTC
[ This pauses is definitively shorter than all the others. Bite the bullet as they say and it's not like anything quite sucks as much as being dead - so far, that he knows of, famous last words, etc, etc, etc. ]
DEITIES ONLY FILTER specificsApril 23 2011, 21:01:47 UTC
[ Firsty first first...
...too much thinking. More talking. ]
Okay then.
[ And, because it's as much a business transaction as anything: ]
Thanks for your time.
[ It is on the whole, not the right thing to say but not the utterly wrong thing to say and in lieu of not knowing what else to end it with, he leaves it at that and calls it good. ]
And really this whole being dead thing? It blows. Not that he's surprised but from Arthur's perspective, when you're dead you're not cognizant of it so he'd never figured it would matter either way.
Childhood. But...aspects?
After another silence, he clears his throat slightly, questions still there. ]
Okay, so. Childhood memories. What do you mean by aspects?
And what kind of 'added fee'?
[ Arthur feels like they're nearly speaking different languages, but that's all wrapped up in what he's willing to believe, which isn't much. He's forcing himself to go through with it for the purpose of finding out if it can happen or not, not because he believes that it will. ]
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He is pretending not to know! LINA knows comprehends perceives you dreamy, schemey ant. We are not wanting your dreams.
KEEP THEM
For that, you have one two three four FIVE senses. One of those. Yessss.
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There's a quirk of expression.
Dreamy and schemey. Also an ant.
Well. Arthur's been called worse. He almost laughs because this feels so ridiculous but it's all in or all out. That much he gets, but of the five senses he'd give up forever he's sure that taste won't cut the mortality bill. They want an equal weight. He turns the useless die in his pocket and replies: ]
One of my senses. Permanently?
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NO you silly thing~
One month and two days, thirty two days. As many as the teeth you should have.
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Alright. Do I pick the sense, or you?
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No smell or touch senses so....
Remember recall mind it's only your life.
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Speech?
[ Arthur thinks it's almost too easy as he's not particularly attached to talking anyway. ]
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Oopsy.
Give to Lina your sight seeing vision. AND WE CAN CALL IT A DAY~ for the negociations. Lina has paperwork. you're welcome
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Deal.
When's this supposed to take effect? My 32 days.
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...too much thinking. More talking. ]
Okay then.
[ And, because it's as much a business transaction as anything: ]
Thanks for your time.
[ It is on the whole, not the right thing to say but not the utterly wrong thing to say and in lieu of not knowing what else to end it with, he leaves it at that and calls it good. ]
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