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thecodexabides) wrote2025-01-01 01:22 pm
thecodexabides) wrote2025-01-01 01:22 pm
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Caldera Inbox
Gadriel's busy praising the Emperor or something. He'll get back to you asap.
Wait, no -- the idea of the knocking is to represent knocking on a door, like you want to be let into a person's house. That is why the response is 'Who's there?'. The person asking the joke is pretending to knock on the other person's door, and the response from the other person is pretending to ask who is at their door.
[ Where did the grenade even come into play?? He is truly a mystery at times. ]
[ Where did the grenade even come into play?? He is truly a mystery at times. ]
If they have closed their door, that should be a sign they do mot wish to be interrupted by word play?
Why do they have doors. What are they trying to hide? [why have so few Ultramarines fallen to Chaos? Probably this. ]
Why do they have doors. What are they trying to hide? [why have so few Ultramarines fallen to Chaos? Probably this. ]
[ She has to take a long moment to try to wrap her head around what the hell Gadriel was talking about. ]
Gadriel -- people usually... Well, usually in my world, and here, if you haven't noticed, keep their door closed regularly. You knock if you wish to enter their house. If they don't want to be interrupted, then they don't answer.
It can be assumed that the person who is engaging in the joke with you wishes to engage in wordplay. If they do not, then they will let you know. Or ignore you. Just like someone who doesn't wish for company when they knock on their door.
Gadriel -- people usually... Well, usually in my world, and here, if you haven't noticed, keep their door closed regularly. You knock if you wish to enter their house. If they don't want to be interrupted, then they don't answer.
It can be assumed that the person who is engaging in the joke with you wishes to engage in wordplay. If they do not, then they will let you know. Or ignore you. Just like someone who doesn't wish for company when they knock on their door.
[Believe it or not this is not a thing Gadriel has dealt with much here.]
Doors are unnecessary risks for heresy. Many things can happen behind closed doors. None of them good. [You want him to interrupt heresy? Wait. That's not the worst idea.] We do not have them.
If I used a door and did not wish for company, I would shoot whoever was attempting to interrupt me. Is that a risk?
Doors are unnecessary risks for heresy. Many things can happen behind closed doors. None of them good. [You want him to interrupt heresy? Wait. That's not the worst idea.] We do not have them.
If I used a door and did not wish for company, I would shoot whoever was attempting to interrupt me. Is that a risk?
[ She'd argue about the closed doors thing... but then he says something even crazier than normal. ]
Gadriel. [ Now she sounds aggrieved. ] You can't shoot people for trying to seek your company! Either ignore them, or use your words! It's not a risk for anyone else!
And it's supposed to be a joke! No one is going to shoot you for a knock-knock joke.
...And you shouldn't shoot anyone for knocking. You'll have have all of Caldera outraged at you, and that is the opposite of what this exercise is for.
[ Does she have to be concerned about this now. ]
Gadriel. [ Now she sounds aggrieved. ] You can't shoot people for trying to seek your company! Either ignore them, or use your words! It's not a risk for anyone else!
And it's supposed to be a joke! No one is going to shoot you for a knock-knock joke.
...And you shouldn't shoot anyone for knocking. You'll have have all of Caldera outraged at you, and that is the opposite of what this exercise is for.
[ Does she have to be concerned about this now. ]
I cannot shoot people here, because our captors have not yet seen fit to return my boltgun. [Very frustrating and he cannot imagine why.]
You are the one expecting me to knock on other people's closed doors. I should know what the risks are. [Should he don his helmet? ]
You are the one expecting me to knock on other people's closed doors. I should know what the risks are. [Should he don his helmet? ]
[ What the heck is a gun. Well, bolts go in crossbows: Maybe it's some kind of fancy crossbow, fit for a guy Gadriel's size. Makes sense to her. ]
I am asking you to pretend that you are knocking when you start the joke off. It's the set up for the joke. There are no real doors involved. And I'm quite confident no one will shoot you for it. [ Unless they really and truly can't stand knock knock jokes. ]
Do you understand the basis? I have a book I got for you, that has plenty of knock knock jokes, so you will just have to read them. We can test a few out, if you are unsure.
I am asking you to pretend that you are knocking when you start the joke off. It's the set up for the joke. There are no real doors involved. And I'm quite confident no one will shoot you for it. [ Unless they really and truly can't stand knock knock jokes. ]
Do you understand the basis? I have a book I got for you, that has plenty of knock knock jokes, so you will just have to read them. We can test a few out, if you are unsure.
[Ma'am you are asking him to have and use an imagination.]
This seems unnecessary. Why would I pretend there was a door to attempt to amuse someone? Are they laughing at me hallucinating doors? [This sounds vaguely humiliating. He'd rather be shot at.]
You got a book...for me? [...what? A gift? It's so...thoughtful! He might need a moment. ]
This seems unnecessary. Why would I pretend there was a door to attempt to amuse someone? Are they laughing at me hallucinating doors? [This sounds vaguely humiliating. He'd rather be shot at.]
You got a book...for me? [...what? A gift? It's so...thoughtful! He might need a moment. ]
[ The only way for him to learn to use it is to try! ]
They won't think you're hallucinating, they will be laughing at the joke. And I suppose it depends on your definition of necessary -- I will not force you to do this, but I think it would help you make friends and get better at socializing with other Visitors.
And yes. I thought you'd like having a book to help. [ It is a Bioware Protagonist's sacred duty to give their companions gifts. ]
They won't think you're hallucinating, they will be laughing at the joke. And I suppose it depends on your definition of necessary -- I will not force you to do this, but I think it would help you make friends and get better at socializing with other Visitors.
And yes. I thought you'd like having a book to help. [ It is a Bioware Protagonist's sacred duty to give their companions gifts. ]
This sounds...unwise. [But she is an Inquisitor and she could command him to do it and maybe it was part of his penance? If so, he had asked for something challenging and painful, but he had been thinking more along the lines of, well, physical pain.]
I got you nothing in return, however. [You can't just give people gifts out of the blue like that. ]
I got you nothing in return, however. [You can't just give people gifts out of the blue like that. ]
[ The most challenging form of pain is stepping outside of what you know and growing from it. What Beleth is asking of him is, in her opinion, far harder than if she just gave him twenty lashes, or whatever. And far longer lasting than a simple wound.
That is the reality of the ruthlessness behind the gentleness: Not to simply assign some mundane physical pain that can be forgotten once it is healed, but to make Gadriel grow as a person. ]
Hmm. You can do me a favor. There are two men that I know, that I think could use a little practice with humor, as well. [ And she sends Gadriel the handles for Solas and Felassan both. ] Try out one of the jokes on the two of them -- the more esoteric, the better. That way, you can aid me as I attempt to train them, as well.
[ Maybe she CAN be evil and ruthless when she wants to be. ]
That is the reality of the ruthlessness behind the gentleness: Not to simply assign some mundane physical pain that can be forgotten once it is healed, but to make Gadriel grow as a person. ]
Hmm. You can do me a favor. There are two men that I know, that I think could use a little practice with humor, as well. [ And she sends Gadriel the handles for Solas and Felassan both. ] Try out one of the jokes on the two of them -- the more esoteric, the better. That way, you can aid me as I attempt to train them, as well.
[ Maybe she CAN be evil and ruthless when she wants to be. ]
Edited (i decided felassan should suffer too) 2025-02-27 18:42 (UTC)
[This is truly evil. If he ever doubted her status as an Inquisitor, he never would again. ]
I will do my best. [It will be terrible.]
I will do my best. [It will be terrible.]
I can be soon.
[Long story: Gadriel has been doing random chores for petty cash for some old woman near his camp. He has no idea why she needs so much firewood or why she insists he chop it for her barechested, but bones are bones and it is something he can actually do. ]
[Long story: Gadriel has been doing random chores for petty cash for some old woman near his camp. He has no idea why she needs so much firewood or why she insists he chop it for her barechested, but bones are bones and it is something he can actually do. ]
( BOY you gotta tell her about that, that's so funny. )
I'm coming over. I have something for you.
Nina headed to said camp a few moments after she sent that message, a big box in hand, holes poked through the top. She had a bag slung over her back, too, and if he wasn't there before her, he would find her sitting with all of it on the ground.
I'm coming over. I have something for you.
Nina headed to said camp a few moments after she sent that message, a big box in hand, holes poked through the top. She had a bag slung over her back, too, and if he wasn't there before her, he would find her sitting with all of it on the ground.
(It is not funny, it is *capitalism* and Gadriel is in his himbo era. Or would be, if he had a clue.)
There was no point saying no to Nina. He'd learned this long ago. So he'd told the nice widow he worked for that something had come up and headed back to his very luxurious spot in the woods.
He may be slightly sweaty when he arrived, with his bodyglove tied around his waist. He hadn't taken the time to brush off the splinters so he just came as he was.
"What did that box do to anger you?" Because why else would you stab holes through innocent cardboard?
There was no point saying no to Nina. He'd learned this long ago. So he'd told the nice widow he worked for that something had come up and headed back to his very luxurious spot in the woods.
He may be slightly sweaty when he arrived, with his bodyglove tied around his waist. He hadn't taken the time to brush off the splinters so he just came as he was.
"What did that box do to anger you?" Because why else would you stab holes through innocent cardboard?
Nina had the box open just enough to stick her hand inside, clearly messing with something before Gadriel showed up. When he did, she promptly closed it again, and a soft little squeak echoed from inside. Ignore that.
"Huh? Oh. Nothing." She shrugged and looked up, brows raised. "The hell were you off doing?"
"Huh? Oh. Nothing." She shrugged and looked up, brows raised. "The hell were you off doing?"
It was his turn to shrug, before looking down and seeing the wood chips on his skin. He started brushing them off.
"There is a widow who lives on the outskirts of the village. She asks me to do chores for her." Which she supervises. Closely. From many angles. "She goes through a great deal of firewood, apparently."
Welcome to Gadriel's odd jobs.
Clearly there was something living in the box. He can figure out that much. "Do you need me to kill it?" Because why else would she bring something.
"There is a widow who lives on the outskirts of the village. She asks me to do chores for her." Which she supervises. Closely. From many angles. "She goes through a great deal of firewood, apparently."
Welcome to Gadriel's odd jobs.
Clearly there was something living in the box. He can figure out that much. "Do you need me to kill it?" Because why else would she bring something.
And people think Gadriel's some kind of monster? "That's nice of you." Genuinely.
"No." She was quick to reply. "This is what I was bringing you. It's — uh. A pet." Had he ever had one? Doubtful. "An animal companion. You're always out here by yourself and you've seemed... upset a lot lately." Not that she helped much sometimes, but. "Come here and sit down and I'll take him out."
"No." She was quick to reply. "This is what I was bringing you. It's — uh. A pet." Had he ever had one? Doubtful. "An animal companion. You're always out here by yourself and you've seemed... upset a lot lately." Not that she helped much sometimes, but. "Come here and sit down and I'll take him out."
"It is money. And it is nice to feel useful." Even if the use is partially 'eye candy'.
Gadriel sat down next to her, curious.
He has never had a pet. No time or space on a battle barge for animals. But he is familiar with the concept. "Like Archmagos Barcus's cat. Satchel." He like Satchel. Fellow predator vibes. He had shared fish with her.
Gadriel sat down next to her, curious.
He has never had a pet. No time or space on a battle barge for animals. But he is familiar with the concept. "Like Archmagos Barcus's cat. Satchel." He like Satchel. Fellow predator vibes. He had shared fish with her.
"Never met Satchel, but yeah." She said, lifting the top of the box up and off so he could see the creature inside. It was a small winged kitten, orange with a white muzzle and little tufts of white on the tips of its ears. It clearly could not fly properly yet; wings flapping uselessly but excitedly when the box was opened.
"He's a baby, so be gentle when you pick him up. I brought stuff to take care of him." A nod to the bag beside her.
"He's a baby, so be gentle when you pick him up. I brought stuff to take care of him." A nod to the bag beside her.
"Satchel is very nice." Which means it had taken her 0.46 seconds to con Gadriel into sharing his fish.
Is he--
He supposed that was an invitation, and he reached carefully into the box, scooping up the orange ball of fur and feather. "Warm," he observed. He didn't know why that surprised him.
She didn't need to worry about him being gentle. He had gotten accustomed to how fragile things were here. "What is its name?"
Is he--
He supposed that was an invitation, and he reached carefully into the box, scooping up the orange ball of fur and feather. "Warm," he observed. He didn't know why that surprised him.
She didn't need to worry about him being gentle. He had gotten accustomed to how fragile things were here. "What is its name?"
"Doesn't have one." Nina watched him for a moment; unable to keep herself from chuckling when the tressym kitten batted at a woodchip still plastered to his skin. She reached down to the bag beside her and started pulling items out — a bowl, a ball of string, what looked like a colorful feather on a stick, a parchment wrapped package of meat.
"You can name him whatever whatever want. He's yours."
"You can name him whatever whatever want. He's yours."
"Hello, little killer." Those claws were surprisingly sharp. He was not ignoring you, Nina. Honestly. He's just distracted.
"I will call him Elion." Same ferocious energy. It would be nice to have some companionship.
One thing though. "How will he learn how to fly correctly?" Is there like....cat school he should enroll him in?
"I will call him Elion." Same ferocious energy. It would be nice to have some companionship.
One thing though. "How will he learn how to fly correctly?" Is there like....cat school he should enroll him in?
"Elion?" That sounded like a purposeful choice. Maybe it was the name of someone he knew, to think of it so quickly.
She shrugged. "Figured he would pick it up on his own. I heard they're smart. Or, you could visit more and maybe Assan and the dragons could help him learn." She reached over to gently pet the cat's head. "And yes, we have dragons now."
She shrugged. "Figured he would pick it up on his own. I heard they're smart. Or, you could visit more and maybe Assan and the dragons could help him learn." She reached over to gently pet the cat's head. "And yes, we have dragons now."
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