[open] pre-gaming, the dignitary variety

[freeing]

Who: Anyone invested in the Dorchacht Dilemma or planning to visit Dorchacht through the event.
When: Septeril 1st, late evening
Where: The Sly Seadog
What: Planning
Warnings: Who the eff knows



[ It was getting late in the evening, but it was crucial to meet up. Daenerys – with the help of some more technologically savvy people – offered invitations to anyone who seemed interested in the affair with Dorchacht.

They meet at the Sly Seadog: a run-down little dive of a tavern, found along a narrow back-alley in the harbour, frequented by sailors, welcoming to Monsters and humans alike. The crowd is dense for this early in the "night", but still a few drunkards pawning off their last bit of money for a little bit more booze.

It was not up to a standard she would prefer, but it's something and it's relatively quiet. Three long tables can fit enough people for their meeting – and there's some standing room at the bar. Time to get down to business, right?

Feel free to top level, make points, argue, etc. ]

Comments

[proficience]

[Letting out an amused breath, Dazai wraps his fingers around his glass and responds to that quietly, but confidently.]

One of each. One is my protege, you could say -- the other, my former partner. [He'd brought up Chuuya several times now, to several strangers and acquaintances here. Though, he'd had to clarify at least once that Chuuya was a former business partner.

No need to give anyone the wrong idea.]

Business partner. Not having him around has been a blessing. That, and seeing as how abilities and powers are taken away upon arrival -- [His eyes fall to that glass,] I'm concerned that he'd be given something even more devastating as a replacement.

[Not that Corruption isn't devastating all on its own, but without Dazai's ability, using it would kill the host -- Chuuya.]

[usurpers]

Business can get hairy.

[ business was always hairy. always interest, so always expected. the talk of powers and different worlds, though— it’s interesting. eren can’t think of what he wouldn’t want his enemies to have. they’re all more or less on the same scale. ]

Well . . . These new changes of ours, [ finger wiggle, clawed and black ] they’re all devastating if we aren’t careful. You’re a witch?

[proficience]

And it certainly was for me, many times. [Not to mention his whole 'betraying the Mafia to switch to the Agency without telling a soul' thing, which was beyond messy all on its own.

With a light chuckle,]

No, I'm a vampire. Hence why alcohol doesn't bring the same joy to me as it used to. [His expression remains fairly upbeat, however, as he continues:] Becoming an undead is the ultimate form of irony. I couldn't imagine any form more appropriate.

[usurpers]

Why? [ pretty direct, he is. ] Are you dead?

[ . . . he also says that rather easily, as if it’s completely possible. ]

[proficience]

No.

[He doesn't even hesitate to continue.]

I've always wished for death, but it never came. I suppose that this world's way of forcing me to become an undead is the ultimate punishment. Or -- simply ironic.

[After a moment, he'll add:]

I no longer wish for death, though. Not here. I have a reason to live. [And has for a while, ever since his friend's untimely demise.]

[usurpers]

[ ah,

there’s that. eren was and always has been pro-life— he’s been through wanting someone to just eat him so he could disappear. it was always just a tad easier to disappear. he’s not there anymore, and he never would be, because there was one supreme reason why he deserved to live.

he was born into the world in the first place, and his mark would be left upon it. ]

That’s good. We all have a reason to live.

[proficience]

[Up until Oda's death, Dazai had craved a way to leave the world entirely. His initial reason for joining the Mafia was to find a reason to stay around, to stay alive.

He'd found that reason at the last moment, and that reason has remained within him for over four years now. That being said, he still makes terrible jokes about death when he's feeling inclined or bored, as that's just a staple of his personality at this point.]

I believe most of us do, yes.

[He glances at his drink, which is almost empty. Figuring he'd had enough, especially since his taste for alcohol has diminished a ton since his initial changes --

He pushes his glass to the side.]

Well, this was a pleasant discussion. I hope we can have another sometime.