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[on the bright side!! he doesn't pray again!!!]

[on the downside, at breakfast the next morning, he aggressively avoids eye contact]

[approaching!

smiling!

leaning in just a bit!]

... just so you know. I was a sea god once. Lightning's fun to throw.

[listen, he doesn't have any powers here but he can still do a Bully. even with the WRONG FACE.]

[. . . . . . .]

[SHOVES A HAND INTO SMITH'S FACE]

There's no way you could smite me all the way from Katsumori.

[. . . . .]

[PROBABLY]

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[he was already amused by that first face, so the hand in his face does crack him and get him laughing.]

I'd also need that scepter, and I've already let someone else have that title.

[amused amused]

[oh thank god. he isn't relieved YOU'RE relieved]

So you really did hear me last night. . .

[SIGHS, HAND FALLING AWAY. . .]

Sorry. . . I couldn't sleep!

[when you DON'T say that you also used to have a habit of saying a certain Lord of Storms' name just to get Him to smite things for you... mostly because can't do that anymore, either.]

I noticed. I also couldn't sleep.

I don't mind the prayer so much as I mind the timing.

[HE NEEDS SLEEP WHEN SEQUENCE 5 LEVELS, HOW DARE.]

[Smith being just as rude about prayers as bean is. . .]

Yeah. . . that was-- [. . .] You know what, I don't actually have an excuse.

[. . .]

How much of it did you hear?

[should he say?

well.

hums in consideration.]

You don't have to be so worried about what I hear. I'm very good at keeping secrets.

[in spite of CERTAIN CURSES.]

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[that]

[is so ominous what the FUCK]

. . . great. . . that's.

Comforting.

[welcome to the world of eldritch horror gods. even the good-intentioned ones are like this.

amused, still.]

You don't have to pray if you're that worried about it. It's only in specific incidents that I'm requiring it, anyway.

[YOU HAVE A CHOICE HERE, PUCK. YOU DO IT AT YOUR OWN RISK.]

I know, I know. I was just-- [hrrrrgh sinks a little more into his seat] -- curious! I was just curious.

How much can you hear before it cuts out?

[buddy...

you're so lucky you're messing around with a god like The Fool and not someone else...

such is the case with many who pray to him, though.

a bit of mercy, then]

The connection's not as strong with the limitations of this place. Usually, I just hear whispers and can go to a different realm where I can watch and listen for as long as I have the spiritual energy to do so.

[which is a lot, he doesn't say.]

Here... I can't do that. The whispers are more audible and distinct, but I can't see anything and I don't know how long it lasts. It could be that you cut off because you threw yourself out of your praying because you got startled. How can I tell?

[ah. . . so that's what happened? he got cut off? and linking it to him consciously ceasing the prayer. . . knowing that he can stop it at any time does help]

[relaxes a bit, sitting up straighter as he scoots his chair forward, openly curious now]

I dunno. I guess I thought you'd be able to tell? I'm not super religious, so I don't know how this praying thing works.

It might not be the same across all worlds, but it's generally how it works from what I know--

[... ah.

catching himself from almost saying a little too much about something. oh no you don't you fucking curse!

--changes gears.]

You have to keep in mind what I've been saying about being limited here. In some ways, no doubt, I'm very powerful. But a lot of it, I don't have access to. So I'm not omniscient. Or omnipotent.

[. . . raises a brow]

Cursed knowledge?

[annoying. . . but! he moves on]

And that's not surprising. [wryly] Can't have you being more powerful than the ghosts haunting us, right?

Which is why they grabbed a marionette--

[HUFFS IN ANNOYANCE. YEAH, OKAY, CURSE. YOU CAN GET ME THERE SINCE I DODGED YOUR LAST ONE. BITCH.]

It's impossible for this to be my real body. Or extremely unlikely. But. A marionette... that would make sense.

Does that make a little more sense now that you understand how a Marionettist is like?

[asked curiously because he sure did not explain himself the last time he let this detail slip.]

Wait, what?

[HE]

[SURE DID NOT!! sorry give Puck a moment to catch up. . . from what he remembers about Smith's marionettes, they're created from the bodies of those who have died, so???]

[IS SMITH RENTING OUT A CORPSE?? A. . . WORM CORPSE??]

[... hm.

maybe... probably should have kept that one under wraps longer.

holds up his hands, smiling. SEE? HE IS STILL FRIENDLY MISKATONIC SMITH EVEN IF HE'S AN ELDRITCH ABOMINATION!]

Try not to think about it too much?

[NO NO. WE ARE NOT DROPPING THAT LORE THAT QUICKLY]

[he doesn't look upset, though. just confused!!]

When you say they grabbed a marionette, does that mean you're. . .

[gestures]

Currently using someone else's body?

[well. the man doesn't want to be coddled, he said]

... most of my marionettes were large beasts and monsters found lurking in the darkness of the Lands Forsaken By God. I can... adjust them to look human.

Only a few were human to start with. And those ones were... more or less monsters in their own right.

I don't know which it is, but... it is the body I am stuck with while here.

[reasons why he commented on it being fortunate he was allowed even ONE face]

Because of certain reasons, I do utilize marionettes to travel. Whatever brought us here must have grabbed one. Generally, my marionettes are only able to accomodate only up to certain Sequences... though Sequence 5 is a bit lower than usual.

[natural powercap, very convenient]

But it's easy to forget, sometimes... that this isn't my real body.

[that is correct!! he doesn't!!1]

Huh. . .

[a beat, brows pinching together in open concern now]

Does it feel. . . weird? Whenever you remember that it isn't?

[he's quiet for a moment. not because he's considering lying so much weighing how much truth will only make the situation harder on himself.

in a way, this too is a reminder of his humanity being so easily eroded away.]

Not... weird. I'm fairly used to interchanging between marionettes.

But I do... become afraid, sometimes. If the me in my real body should cut the lines, so to speak. I don't think I will. A marionette cut free... loses control. But it is still frightening to consider.

[. . . there's a large part of him still trying to comprehend this, but. . . something about it doesn't seem quite. right?]

What if the "you" I'm speaking with now. . . and the "you" controlling the strings are one and the same? Like--

[how does he put it?]

With how powerful the spirits here are, maybe they did get the "real" you?

[his expression doesn't change but there is a quality of abject fear that he can't fully control even with his Clown capabilities in his eyes.]

No.

That would be so much, much worse. I can't accept that's the case.

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