Discord
05-02-2020, 02:46 AM
RIJK: Does anyone else know about this?
ARMAMENT: You're the first we've told out loud.
ARMAMENT: Come to think of it, we don't talk about this condition online, either...
RIJK: Is anyone else.. an alternate version of someone?
The silence that follows is ominous, as are the evolving expressions on the face of the body before me. The laughter that erupts from the voice of someone I'm sure is no longer Armament is cackling, echoing.
JUDGE(?): That's for us to know and you to keep guessing.
JUDGE(?): It's Judge First, for the record. Heya.
Judge slides a hand and a cocky grin in my direction, a gesture I somehow can't help but perceive as being covered in grease. I take his hand politely and shake it, nevertheless; his grip is tight as a vise before it dissipates.
RIJK: Hello, Judge.
RIJK: I had another thing the audience meant to relay, if that's okay with you?
JUDGE: Sure, sure.
RIJK: There's a concept called an "introject" in which people with the... situation you all seem to have in which a person, real or fictional, is copied into the mind and begins existing separately from their... source.
A brief pause as Judge makes a mock gesture of being deep in thought.
JUDGE: Ah, interesting.
JUDGE: I might go ahead and antagonize Armament with that, that'll be fun.
JUDGE: Of course, he might be able to do it right back at me...
RIJK: Oh?
JUDGE: Oh, I'm an "introject" for sure, of nothing and no one you're gonna know about.
RIJK: Ah...
JUDGE: To be honest, I'm kind of tired of you right now?
RIJK: That's okay, I'm sorry, I'll leave--
JUDGE: No, not yet--
JUDGE: Although, actually, that's not a bad idea.
JUDGE: If you're not gonna stick around and play therapist for our broken as fuck mind, you can just scram.
JUDGE: I can take out what I'm feelin' on roguelikes instead of on you, I guess. Volley counts you as a "friend." That's ridiculous, she never talks to anyone. She doesn't have any friends.
I think on it for a moment, glancing between the door and Judge... I suppose playing therapist for a moment seems like the more interesting thing for the audience, and I do... want to try and help, I admit. I'm used to being belittled by my own mind, why would it be so different from someone else?
RIJK: Alright, I'll... try to play the therapist for you.
RIJK: Where should we begin...?
JUDGE: Any ideas, doc?
ARMAMENT: You're the first we've told out loud.
ARMAMENT: Come to think of it, we don't talk about this condition online, either...
RIJK: Is anyone else.. an alternate version of someone?
The silence that follows is ominous, as are the evolving expressions on the face of the body before me. The laughter that erupts from the voice of someone I'm sure is no longer Armament is cackling, echoing.
JUDGE(?): That's for us to know and you to keep guessing.
JUDGE(?): It's Judge First, for the record. Heya.
Judge slides a hand and a cocky grin in my direction, a gesture I somehow can't help but perceive as being covered in grease. I take his hand politely and shake it, nevertheless; his grip is tight as a vise before it dissipates.
RIJK: Hello, Judge.
RIJK: I had another thing the audience meant to relay, if that's okay with you?
JUDGE: Sure, sure.
RIJK: There's a concept called an "introject" in which people with the... situation you all seem to have in which a person, real or fictional, is copied into the mind and begins existing separately from their... source.
A brief pause as Judge makes a mock gesture of being deep in thought.
JUDGE: Ah, interesting.
JUDGE: I might go ahead and antagonize Armament with that, that'll be fun.
JUDGE: Of course, he might be able to do it right back at me...
RIJK: Oh?
JUDGE: Oh, I'm an "introject" for sure, of nothing and no one you're gonna know about.
RIJK: Ah...
JUDGE: To be honest, I'm kind of tired of you right now?
RIJK: That's okay, I'm sorry, I'll leave--
JUDGE: No, not yet--
JUDGE: Although, actually, that's not a bad idea.
JUDGE: If you're not gonna stick around and play therapist for our broken as fuck mind, you can just scram.
JUDGE: I can take out what I'm feelin' on roguelikes instead of on you, I guess. Volley counts you as a "friend." That's ridiculous, she never talks to anyone. She doesn't have any friends.
I think on it for a moment, glancing between the door and Judge... I suppose playing therapist for a moment seems like the more interesting thing for the audience, and I do... want to try and help, I admit. I'm used to being belittled by my own mind, why would it be so different from someone else?
RIJK: Alright, I'll... try to play the therapist for you.
RIJK: Where should we begin...?
JUDGE: Any ideas, doc?