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[ Look, as an artist he has to find ways to get into The Zone.

From how he is instructing, it doesn't sound like he's making it up on the spot. Like he's trained the description into himself. ]

That light will lead to a door. It is muffled behind it. You have to open it.

Open the door.

[ Click-click. ]

Behind it is a book... Open that. Flip the pages. Really look into that encyclopedia of your memories.

[ His hands ghost their way along one shoulder to the other as he passes behind Fiddleford. Their tips spark up again with benign but hot lick of blue flame. ]

Inhale.

When you exhale, tell me the very first thing that pops into your head. Or that passes through.

[ His steps pause, facing the wall still and not looking anywhere near his "subject". ]

Go.

[The light touch to his shoulders almost takes him out of things. His shoulders twitch and his blue fluorescent glow flickers fitfully, but the lick of heat calms him down. Real heat always makes him feel like basking, and that's sort of the mental place he thinks Rohan wants him to get into anyway. Relaxed. He can never really relax anymore but he can manage to make himself comparatively less tense.

Alright. Door. Book. Pages. He breathes in deep, exhales through his nose, and says:]

My wife. My -- my ex-wife.

[Relationships and specifically relationship troubles are on his mind right now for some reason. Can't imagine what that might be.]

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[ That wasn't what he thought would pop up. ]

What was her name?

[ He needs to know.

He turns on his heel and leans over Fiddleford's shoulder. He flutters his fingers by each of his ears. More warmth. ]

Do you remember what she looked like? You've retained that from home...

[ Now, Rohan's got some weird shit going on in his head lately. He keeps a few beats quiet before standing back up and wandering back behind his desk. Not sitting down. ]

Was she pretty~?

Molly.

[He isn't sure if he likes that warmth on either side of his face, exactly, but he doesn't dislike it either. This whole thing is an exercise in feeling both vaguely uncomfortable and oddly relaxed, and the tequila and emotional turmoil are just adding to the singularly unusual mental space he's found himself in.]

She was -- yes. She was awful pretty. Dark curly hair and -- and --

I can never remember her eyes. [His voice has gone soft.] And I don't know if that's just on account of her hair covered them most of the time or if ... if I've just lost it altogether. I'm sure I must have seen them at least once.

[ Poor thing.

Poor Fiddleford McGucket.

Rohan never thought he'd feel BAD for the guy. Yikes. He doesn't feel bad for much for anyone. He still can't say that he gives a flying fuck about Fiddleford or his marital problems but another part of him says to mess with him.

Just a little. ]

You think? I would say so. [ Rohan's impish claws creep ever so slowly across the table, leaning his upper half forward and all the way over. He's a good foot away from the naga's face but he's still there. ]

Now... Open your eyes and let that go. Like a looo~oong breath of air.

Annnnnd... [ Rohan's eyes glow but not with the menacing and terrible pang of paralysis he's branded himself with. No, they still glow, never having abandoned the cat-like slit pupils, sharp at the corners from his makeup and just the way his face is (un)fortunately constructed. They are meant to invoke some kind of reaction.

Maybe a different kind of paralysis. Maybe something you can't look away from. Maybe you see something or somebody else with his glowing green eyes set in their head where they aren't supposed to be. ]

Now.

[He opens his eyes but instead of letting out a slow breath he takes a very sharp one in, a kind of rough wheeze. Those eyes are the wrong shade but they still resonate with something deep within the darkest parts of his brain, something that makes him freeze, makes his heart skip a beat, makes his tail begin to rapidly expand and contract as his breathing goes shallow (once he remembers to breathe again in the first place). It's a good thing he's not holding the tequila because if he was he might have dropped it.

He knew he shouldn't come here. He knew he shouldn't have trusted Rohan, because now it's going to happen again, he's going to get dragged back into the bad places within his mind again, and then drowned or ripped to shreds or strangled or something again. He looks into those bright green eyes and he doesn't see her because he could never remember her eyes and he never will and he's starting to accept that. But he's seen Marco's, he's seen Marco's so many times, and Marco's are green, so green, but they were never slitted like that, were they? He can't remember anymore. He's lived for so long never fully trusting his own brain and thought he was past that but clearly he isn't, not anymore. He could well believe his memory can't be trusted here.

But wasn't that Rohan just a minute ago? He has to get a handle on this. He doesn't feel like he can get a handle on it.]

I don't -- I don't --

[ Rohan doesn't know who or what Fiddleford sees. He just knows that he is transfixed on something in the general direction of his face. Seeing that he is indeed startled by something, he plays along. ]

What's the matter, Fiddleford? It's just me. [ MARCO, OBVIOUSLY. ]

I'm sorry...

[The lights in his eyes sputter. His mouth moves but no sound comes out at first.]

You --

[The blue glow flickers, strengthens, blazes.]

You are not!

[ He isn't going to break character, nope. Even in the face of that blinky glowy eye business. ]

You're supposed to be relaxing. It's alright. [ To which he leans a little further over the table. ] Just know that it's okay. I'll never do it again.

[ Against his better train of thoughts, a bit more of a tilts and Rohan presses his lips to the naga's for juuuust a second here to silence him.

... gross this is a mistake no noooooooooooooooooo immediate regret ]

[See, Fiddleford has already had enough experience with being hurt by men who then proceed to tell him it's fine and they won't do it again and he should just suck it up. That's the major driving force behind his dogged insistence on hating Stanford Pines, no matter how many times the Stanford Pines he knows now tries to tell him he's sorry.]

It's n--

[He doesn't expect the kiss and so it goes on for longer than it really ought to. He almost leans into it, because no matter how Marco hurt him he does still love Marco, and he's always had a hard time letting go of loving people. He wants to believe the best particularly in the people he cares for, which means that even when they hurt him he'll hold on with both hands until his self-preservation instinct is screaming at him far too loud to ignore.

It's doing that now. He pulls away.]

Don't.

[His experience with Ford has taught him that it's safer not to forgive. Forgiving is in his nature, sure, but where has it got him so far? Fucked over every time. In his less-kind moments, when he's tired and bitter and petty, it's easy to think Why should I?

Ryslig sure has done a number on him, hasn't it.]

[ That didn't do anything for him either. He might be on the Sin Train lately but Rohan has enough brain cells in his head to know when he needs to rinse his mouth out with bleach. ]

But why?

[ He sits back a tiny bit, arms still on the table. If the hypnotism thing is APPARENTLY work, he might as well keep brain-picking.

That was the goal, right?

He kissed an unfortunate looking man in the name of Science. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. ]

[This is the life you've chosen, Rohan Kishibe. You didn't have to kiss him but you sure did.]

S'just a trick to get me to trust you again and I won't fall for it. I ain't stupid, for God's sake.

[ yes let the betrayal flow through you ]

I was only doing the right thing, Fiddleford. You understand that, right...?

It's what Elias wanted.

Don't you use him as an excuse!

[His coils twist angrily. His fangs have flipped down, and there's a marked hiss on the s-sounds as he speaks. He doesn't close his mouth after he stops speaking; he can't with his fangs extended.

Rohan doesn't know it -- though he's finding out now --but Fiddleford's faith in Elias has been tenuous for a while now.]

[ OH BOY. HE KNOW WHAT THIS LOOKS LIKE. So much so that he withdraw and flares his wings in a puffing out of his chest.

Snakes know other snakes, y'all.

And Rohan does the same thing when he's pissed too. Let's not get bitten today. ]

Hm...? [ With a blink, he drops character and hopefully the illusion all together. He should look like himself again. He asks the next question in hopes of receiving an answer whether Fiddleford is still impaired or not. ]

... What happened between you and Elias?

[It takes a couple of seconds for Fiddleford to actually shake off the illusion, but once those eyes blink and he can tear his gaze away from that green glow it gets easier. He shakes his head and runs a hand back through his hair, stopping to rub at his temple as though to dispel a headache he doesn't even have yet (but is sure he'll get soon).

Once Rohan swims back into focus and his brain makes the several leaps necessary to realize what just happened, his expression twists. That was... unfortunate. For a lot of reasons.]

What the hell was that?

[He doesn't answer the question. Not yet.]

An accident.

[ YEP. He rolls his eyes to the left and preoccupies himself with setting his fingers on fire. ]

If we're discussing the same thing.

I'm pretty damn sure we are.

[He means all of it, honestly, but particularly that kiss. He is about 99% sure he didn't hallucinate that, mainly because there's a faint aftertaste of the indescribably otherworldly Fog taste on his lips.]

You -- I knew I shouldn't've trusted you. An accident, sure.

[ For him, it's more about how he just kissed the ugliest man alive.

He waves that hand, letting the little embers dance on the air. ]

It didn't do anything for me. Don't get excited.

Nonetheless, I did tap into something and that makes it remotely palatable. What's your baggage with Elias? You only told me what Marco did.

[Before he answers Fiddleford picks up the tequila, mumbling a snippy 'show you excited, you nasty piece of work' under his breath before he takes a long swig. The adam's apple beneath his nonexistent chin bobs. Yeah. Rohan sure did pick a looker to make out with in the name of getting deets.]

Y'know, funny enough I don't think talkin' to you about Elias is goin' to go well? Not like you've got a bias or nothin'.

[ ONE KISS DOES NOT EQUAL MAKING OUT. ]

I really could care less about Elias at this point. He isn't a threat to me. Never really was.

And clearly I'm not here to fight about religious ideals. I might have just opened up a church but I'm not feeling like being off of a neutral spot right now.

But. You do you. I'm just trying to help. There was a "hiccup" in there but no harm done. At least Jotaro had a chin. A chiseled one at that.

[It does when you kiss a man who tends to react in extremes, you dingus.]

No need to be rude. I just... you have to understand why I'm cautious, is all, after...

[You drowned me, he doesn't say.]

Anyway. I just...

[He needs to talk about this. He's been desperate to talk about this for months but he hasn't really found the right person to talk about it with. He can't talk about it with his fellow Fourth followers, can he? He's a priest. He has to be a symbol of the group, an avatar of the ideals, but lately he feels as though he's missed the memo on what those ideals are.

Once he starts talking it all spills out.]

You remember that mess a while back with folks corruptin' places all over the peninsula? You remember how the Fourth God gave that kind of power to Kira, knowin' full-well what kind of person Kira was?

That's when I started... started thinkin' maybe I had a better opinion of Elias than he deserved. But he's just a child, y'know, he's a kid and thinks about things how a kid would but I can't keep usin' that as an excuse, can I? Even a kid would know Kira was a psychotic murderer.

I don't think he cares as much about... about helpin' his friends as he cares about takin' another kid's toys.

[ How could he forget? He lost the park and now he can't take certain people to the woods. Ugh.

Kira's name makes his lips curl and a big of smoke curl out from past them like a bull in the cold. ]

I do. I don't understand that pick and I never will. I won't even try to understand what that was all about... Because I did a lot of things I wish I hadn't.

[ He closes his eyes for a moment. ]

I will be honest. I do not know the inner workings of Elias or anything his followers do. I will always think that all of you are sinners who place too much trust in a child and a computer. However, I will let you formulate your own opinions on that incident.

Mine sounds biased but I will give it to you now that I know what that did to you too: I agree. Elias misplaces his abilities for the sake of fucking the rest of us [ Gesturing to where his key is over his shirt. ] over. I don't believe that he is capable of making and understanding decisions. His promises to everyone look pretty on the outside...

On the inside, not so much.

[ but who am I, girl. who am I. ]

He asked me to die for him. And I did it, over n' over, because I thought whatever he was doin' it was -- it was to help people.

That's what I've been wantin' to do from the start of things. Help everyone else stuck here with me or -- or at least the ones that want to undo what's been done to them. I know for some folks this is better.

[And he can't judge, even though he does, privately, a lot. It's still not his business, really.]

And I don't think that's wrong. But I don't think that's what Elias wants, really. I think he says that's what he wants, and I think maybe he thinks helpin's what he's doin', but...

[He waves a hand. This is hard to articulate and it would be even if he wasn't tipsy and upset.]

Y'see where I'm goin' with this?

[ Nod... ]

I understand. That sucks.

It isn't challenging your beliefs, is it?

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ever made a series of Mistakes

rohan kishibe was a mistake

that's been a fact since the 90s

ROHAN DO NOT TAKE ADVANTAGE OF A TIPSY AND EMOTIONALLY VULNERABLE HICK

too late honestly

we did it folks we finished ryslig everyone can stop it's over it's done

@mods close the game

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im considering this as a Therapy Session

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""" NO NEED TO BE RUDE """

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