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RE: pool the knowledge - Thalassa - 02-23-2026
Humming her agreement with the Temple over the Dusklight, Thal throws Asta another chaos-filled grin. [say]"Wouldn't want to damage the bar."[/say] Marble would certainly hold better than wood, and depending on the number of people, the wide-open space might prove more conducive to their celebration. But she'd hate to sway him one way or another.
Her eyes lift from the pages she scans, finding flowers of all things. An eyebrow cocks up into her blonde hair, amusement lacing the huff of laughter she gives. [say]"Oh, I am not the person to ask."[/say] She slumps back into her chair, returning to her own book as if to dismiss him, yet after a second, her voice carries back across the table. [say]"But red's never a bad choice."[/say] There's a hint of a smile on her face as she reads through the ocean of words in front of her eyes.
Some time passes, her brain beginning to ache with boredom over the long list of ancient rituals that seem too boring or bland to fit the couple. Eventually though, she finds at least one interesting thing, her tail twitching to accent the heavy sigh. [say]"This mentions calling Dygra. I bet she'd make for a fun party."[/say] Maybe it'd turn out to be better than the Blood Moon Festival.
RE: pool the knowledge - Astaroth - 02-24-2026
“[say]That would be far more trouble, I am sure.[/say]” The butcher says with a warm laugh of agreement to the fact that he wouldn’t want to have to do the repairs to the Dusklight should something happen. Not when it would be much easier to use the rage room for anything that might be completely destructive only so they wouldn’t need to be stuck spending their honeymoon cleaning up the Grounds.
Focusing on the idea of flowers instead, he spies her amusement as she tells him she isn’t one to ask about it – something to which he playfully rolls his eyes to her for despite the grin that still lingers on his face to the ghost of hers. “[say]Red and black, I imagine, would suit yours.[/say]” He drawls, his tail twitching back and forth with the thought. He can’t imagine her getting married and he’s sure that she couldn’t see it either.
Truthfully, he hadn’t ever expected it to be an option either. But here he was.
Drawing silent while he makes notes and shares little tidbits, he perks up when she mentions calling Dygra, raising his brow curiously. “[say]Oh I am certain she would.[/say]” He agrees, unless it was like the last bloodmoon festival, in which case Asta had very much ruined the night for Danta when Kaisel had brought out his full Haunt. “[say]Though I have been contemplating asking Danta whether he’d like for her to join in on the actual ceremony.[/say]” Perhaps she’d like to come to both, or perhaps Danta had his own preference.
Either way, it leaves him sitting there for a moment in thought before he scribbles it down, too.
RE: pool the knowledge - Thalassa - 02-24-2026
Leaving the choice of venue up to the lovely couple, Thal is about to delve back into the brain-numbing drag of research when Asta suddenly says the most outrageous thing. She barks out a laugh, not caring that she should probably be quiet in the studious setting of the Atheneum. Nearly scoffing, she flicks her hand at him - no doubt as to the dismissal this time. [say]"Mine? Hell no, but you're welcome to bring a red and black bouquet to my funeral pyre."[/say]
Still chuckling to herself at her delusional friend (she'll still claim him), she settles back into reading. A headache is beginning to form by the next conversation, her tail starting to twitch and fidget restlessly against her leg. She's pleased to hear he's at least thought about it, even if it makes the point she's found quite useless. Still, she adds casually, [say]"Lots of people use Safrin, right? Dygra probably does it better."[/say] Her eyes never stray from the book, but she lifts her hand to rub a drying eye, stifling a yawn as time drags.
RE: pool the knowledge - Astaroth - 02-25-2026
Her bark of a laugh had been his intention, and he peers across at her with an unbidden grin that blooms and lingers on his face, not at all hidden by the book he too peruses. “[say]Mm, well, that would require your demise before mine.[/say]” Bouncing a brow playfully, the butcher straightens, closing the book he’s been looking through to add it to the already gone through pile as he snags the next book in the still to be read pile.
“[say]Oh most certainly.[/say]” The butcher says of Dygra doing a better job. He absolutely adored Dygra – but it does remind him of the time Safrin had healed him, how he’d felt staticky and starfilled for days after and just how much he wanted her starshine out of him. Grateful, of course, for the healing it had temporary lingering effects he was less than fond of. “[say]And I would rather not have the night tainted by the sensation of galaxies thrumming through my veins.[/say]” His nose wrinkles, stubbornly flipping from page to page until something catches his eye – but his tail starts twitching, too, in a mix of brief irritation and reflection.
RE: pool the knowledge - Thalassa - 02-25-2026
At least grateful he drops the stupid suggestion of her eventual marriage, Thal raises a brow to his dangerous implication. [say]"You expect me to live longer?"[/say] She laughs again, her head shaking with disbelief - and complete refusal to accept the likelihood of him dying first. [say]"You're the one who always seems to be avoiding death. I doubt it'll ever catch you."[/say] And she silently prays it never will.
Asta is one of her only friends. If he were to die... Thal can't imagine what she'd do, doesn't want to think about what that would be like.
Similarly switching out books for another (with much less regard for the decaying tomes), she says absently, [say]"Mm. Is that what it's like? I've never met her."[/say] At least not that she can remember. The merfolk's close connection with the goddess might have once meant something to her, but it's been long lost in the void of her memories. Dygra, fire, and chaos are all that remain, and her limited experience with the other gods is summed up in Festivals and parties. Rolling her shoulders uncomfortably, she adds, [say]"Frey's presence at Danta's birthday party was... interesting."[/say] It'd been hard to dismiss the warmth blossoming through her body or the aching urge to find release in the middle of a party. Luckily, the prospect of cake had reined in her desires, but she hadn't quickly forgotten the sensations that had filled the space - and her.
Opening the new book, Thal nearly groans at the wall of text that greets her, dreading another few hours of research. She huffs a breath and hunkers down again.
RE: pool the knowledge - Astaroth - 02-27-2026
“[say]Eh, natural causes get us all one day.[/say]” He confirms, and as he browses the book he can’t hide the smile that tugs on his face as he continues to pretend to pay attention to them. “[say]But I imagine it is far more likely that something else takes us first, no?[/say]” He flips a few more pages before something else distracts him, taking note of it in the small notebook before the question reaches him and he does fully look up at her.
He nods, the smile vanishing for a frown only briefly at the memory. “[say]Yes. Flora called her to heal me after I was badly injured once.[/say]” He recalls those specifics with a haze, compared to the sensation that he remembers vividly after. “[say]It felt like my limbs were vibrating and staticky and everything felt far too shiny and warm.[/say]” Which was odd for an Ancient to say, he realizes.
Easily latching onto the comment of Frey, however, the smile returns as he snorts softly. “[say]Oh, I thought it was quite lovely actually.[/say]” The grin turns a little more playful, cheshire, nearly feral, in a way that the butcher often isn’t.
RE: pool the knowledge - Thalassa - 02-27-2026
Thal is no stranger to death - mainly causing it - but she's also not eager to imagine theirs, no matter how hypothetical it might be. Her laughter is sarcastic, dark with humor as her fangs flash. [say]"Let's hope so."[/say] If she has any say in it, she'd die a quick death on a hunt or buried beneath the waves in a storm.
Her face scrunches at the description, tail flicking sharply to imagine what it must have been like. She immediately pictures Asta glowing from the inside, fizzing like champagne in his veins, and she hates the idea. [say]"That does not sound pleasant."[/say] Thal makes a mental note to avoid the goddess, not that it should be hard for her to do.
As for Frey, she spares Asta a knowing look that drips with more sarcasm. [say]"Oh, I'm sure it was great for you."[/say] No one had missed the couple's departure. She tries not to let any jealousy show, shrugging her shoulders as she flips the page on her book. [say]"Maybe I'll like them more next time."[/say] When she has an outlet of her own for all the pent-up desire. With nowhere for it to go, all she'd earned was frustration.
Much like reading books for hours on end.
Tapping her foot in the air, Thal scans another page. Her lips are slightly pursed, tired concentration making her gaze sharp across the paper when she asks, [say]"What else do we still need?"[/say] Flowers, goddesses, and outfits aside, she's not sure what else a wedding requires, and despite the love and support she holds for her friend, she's starting to lose stamina quickly.
RE: pool the knowledge - Astaroth - 03-02-2026
It’s a sentiment shared by the both of them, really, because Asta can’t imagine making it entirely to an old enough age that something natural gets to him first. Not for lack of wanting it, but knowing better that given his track record something might try to take him out first – which is why he’s got that revivify feather tucked on his person everywhere he goes where something terrible might happen.
Changing the subject to Safrin is one that has the memory thrumming through him and twitching his tail like an agitated cat, quiet and the only indicator of the butcher’s distaste of it. “[say]It was not. I do not recommend it.[/say]” He agrees, briefly, before the mention of Frey promptly swallows up each and every thought of the starry goddess that had filled his veins with healing and left behind the static of stardust.
It’s an outlet that has the butcher’s lips quirking toward something more playful – rare, but there. And as he flips the book to a new page and scribbles down yet another thing that might be a good idea or not, the butcher glances up at her. “[say]I hope so.[/say]” He hums, confident that she’d find someone that would be able to be an outlet for her, but knowing her better than to say it aloud.
As for what else they need, he scans the rest of the last book before he’s closing it and closing his journal. “[say]I do believe we’ve got all we need to start.[/say]” Looking over at her with a sharp yet knowing grin, the butcher’s head tilts slightly. “[say]Thank you for your help, darling. Can I interest you in a drink or a meal, perhaps?[/say]” A dark brow lifts, offering something she’d likely prefer much more to the excitement of this.
RE: pool the knowledge - Thalassa - 03-04-2026
Not having enough exposure to talk much more on the pleasures or displeasures of the other gods, Thal simply gives Asta a playful roll of her eyes, smirking into her book. She won't hold her breath, and she's grateful the Butcher doesn't say more, drudging through another book and the uninteresting tradition of exchanging rings. Please, be more original people.
Starting to fidget more into her chair as time passes, the once determined look she regards the books is starting to look like it might light the pages on fire. Her pyromancy is only held at bay by the knowledge that her friend may want, but when he agrees to being satisfied with the information gathered, Thal nearly throws the tome across the room. Flopping her head back, blonde hair spills into empty air. [say]"Thank Dygra."[/say]
Not needing to be told twice, she straightens with a drawn out, tortured groan. [say]"Please,"[/say] she admonishes him. Her mind feels like mush, left bored and unentertained for far too long. [say]"I have a headache now - and not the fun kind."[/say] But a little alcohol could quickly change that, and she's looking forward to giving it all her effort, wondering if Asta will gush about the festivities to come like any other smitten fiancé would.
[FIN]