[network video @dara]

[cursegod]

[It's unusual for Dara to post to the network, let alone a video! No tail to be seen, and her "legs" are covered up by the length of her yukata. The only thing interesting thing about her bare-bones apartment is that half her table is covered by canisters of loose leaf tea. There are several mugs filled, only partially touched, and it seems that Dara is creating a ranking order for the drinks.

One set of hands are devoted to scribbling down notes about each tea. Another set holds two different mugs, and she seems to be trying to figure out which one is better by taking a sip of each in turn. Her last two hands are dedicated on writing out 謝罪 on a different set of papers-- two blank and four others marked with the kanji. When the left hand finishes its work, the pen is switched to the right to write on the last blank page. Dara addresses the camera as her gaze remains focused on her writing:]

I figured I should let everyone know that things are settled between me and Gogol. If any of you have complaints about what happened with the miasma and snakes, I'll hear them now. And...thanks for those that helped me out, even if it wasn't intentional. I owe favors to many of you, and I like to clear my debts.

[While the god busies herself with writing and talking, a red clad hand peeks into frame. Playing with the viewers' perspective that hand pretends to pinch her head between the forefinger and thumb once, twice—before retreating back behind the camera to presumably rejoin the rest of the cameraman. Then, with the last page of 謝罪 done, Dara gathers the papers and crushes them into a ball. The wad of papers is dropped into one of the mugs, immediately soaking up the leftover tea inside, which is then thrust towards her companion.]

Here, letters of apology. Also stop trying to ruin the tea on purpose. You're messing up my rating system.

[The broadcast stops.]

Comments

audio, 1/2

[bonobos]

...Gogol was the one who did that to you?

[ UMM... WELL. ]

2/2

[bonobos]

[ as for the other part: ]

Yeah, it's cool, I uh... kinda had to do it, so like... let's just forget it happened.

[cursegod]

.............Somehow, I get the feeling you're acting weird. What the hell?

[bonobos]

I'm bein' normal! [ this is not true. ] I think you just have beef with me.

[ ... ]

But yeah. Good to hear you're recovered and that you guys kissed and made up or whatever. [ oh, wait. ] Don't mean that literally, considering he's... you get what I mean. Yay for goodwill or something.

[baldrshand]

I'm glad to see that you're feeling yourself again after... what happened.

[cause. THAT SURE WAS A TRIP, TREATMENT-WISE.]

audio

[cursegod]

Uh...yeah! All back in one piece. Well, except the legs, but don't worry about that.

...Er, that is to say that those are permanently lost, but that was before I got here.

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[baldrshand]

You seem to get by all right without them. [With the snakeness and all.] I hope you don't consider yourself indebted to me, though. I was only doing my job.

[cursegod]

...Even so, a job involves payment at the end of the day. Don't think too hard on it-- it could be something small, anyways.

audio

[killjoyprince]

[Oh. That was the name of the woman who'd lost her organs and had just gone into a coma, wasn't it? Except she didn't look human. And it shouldn't have possible for someone to be missing that many internal organs, even with intensive life support.

So Naoto was curious.]

It's good to see you are well after what happened... How did you resolve things? With the circumstances, I'm not sure how that'd be possible.

[Because death was kinda final.]

also audio

[cursegod]

[Death being final? If she said that out-loud, Dara would probably laugh a bit.]

Just some black magic and divine abilities. Not something a human can replicate.

[killjoyprince]

[Did... Dara realise how ominous that sounded? ]

What did you do to him?

[Did he get killed and dumped in the docks again?]

[cursegod]

[Apparently people keep forgetting not to mess with her, so she may as well make it clear.]

...Why do you ask?

Audio;

[conflictresolution]

What manner of unholy wrath did you bring down upon him? It was quite the situation to navigate. I expect we will not endure a repeat performance any time soon?

[Silco had helped, of course. The miasma bothered him less than most; his tolerance for barely breathable air was high. He was rather interested in it.]

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[cursegod]

The last thing I would prefer is to lose control-- so, no. There will be no repeat.

[There's a smirk in her voice. She appreciates the "unholy wrath" bit. How very suitable for her.]

Let's just say...I put a collar on him and I've got the leash. [SHA-MING IS A TERRIBLE INFLUENCE.]

[conflictresolution]

Careful, I've been informed that some enjoy that sort of treatment.

[As long as everyone was playing nice.]

How long can we expect him to be a slave to your whims?

voice

[rebellions]

Huh. That's the clown guy, right? He's the one behind the whole organ theft shit?

[ He didn't bother getting involved because a) it seemed like she was alive and had people assisting her, b) there wasn't anything in it for him...? Either way, it's nice to get an update, because he sure as hell wouldn't have asked himself. ]

[cursegod]

Yeah, it's that guy.

[Whereas Ragna is also "that guy" who burned down the townhall, which led her to "brumation" during the memory fuckery...ending with Gogol opening her up and stealing her organs. But Dara isn't blaming him for such line of events.]

Do you have a score to settle with him too?

[rebellions]

[ Ragna is blissfully unaware of his contribution to this mess, and he might even feel slightly bad if he were to find out... not that he'd admit it anyway. ]

What? No, 'course not. You think there'd be anything left of him for you to deal with if I did?

[murderingjustice]

[damn. he wanted to get the clown!!!]

i have never had a goddess to be indebted to me.

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[cursegod]

Tsk, don't think it's that much of a debt. Weren't you the one to say something about clipping his wings?

I had to adjust a god-sealing sigil to create a dimensional ward for preventing him from escaping!

Text because he is an asshole

[murderingjustice]

did you not just state that you're in debt to those who helped you? i was part of the team that retrieved your spleen.

ah, how delicious awful to someone like him. although, i wonder if you'll let him out to play? we still have some unfinished businesses.

Not here

[quizpersona]

[ ..."clipping his wings" oh, so he has Akechi to thank for that—is that right? That's not a petty slight this time. ]

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[melnik]

It is really not necessary to apologize.

[ Though from her thoroughness, he can assume that she feels it is necessary, so he won't dwell on it any more than that. ]

So the culprit is a man named Gogol? [ How strange... Was it a nickname, or is he really named after one of his own countrymen? ] How exactly do you settle an affair like that?

[cursegod]

Yes, that's right. [Not going to include his full name, however. Just because she deems it unnecessary.]

It's about returning the favor and then some. Don't worry, though. I've got him under control.

[melnik]

And then some? What "and then some" is there after ripping out someone's organs?

[ He realizes, of course, that returning the favor may not be literal but it must at least be equivalent in her mind, yes?

Though to be clear, he is not saying this Gogol doesn't deserve it. ]

I suppose they've left us no choice but to take matters into our own hands...