Hythlodaeus mentioned that you came looking for me. I presume this is about the lesson which I was unable to be wholly present for.
As you have noticed, I am no longer asleep. And given that my schedule is now in complete and utter disarray, you are more than welcome to take your pick of it should you still require further guidance.
[He's not salty, no. He is. He had his month meticulously planned, and now it is gone.]
[Do tell him you're joking, Akechi. Or don't, and he'll at least pretend that you are.]
"Disappoint" me? All you've done is sown seeds of confusion.
Yet if you are feeling well enough for light-hearted commentary, I suspect our time will not be wasted - provided that nothing else occurs unexpectedly.
Although I've yet to hear tell of a departure date, I am planning to accompany the excursion into the Wastelands later this month. Hythlodaeus also mentioned something about a hotsprings resort.
[Ani-what? This is the only word which is unfamiliar to him, yet he allows it to slide. Clearly Akechi thinks he should be making better use of his time.]
Yes, a hot springs resort. Who wouldn't want a soak after sleeping for thirty one days straight? Besides, I think I've rather earned it.
Are vacations not meant to be "low effort"? If we're really keeping count, I've already scraped 12,000 years' worth of barrels. I can assure you a bathhouse overseen by shapeshifting dragons is far from the lowliest of these.
And thus did the train of thought grind to a screeching halt.
Thousand. Twelve thousand.
He'd suspected Emet-Selch was older than he looked- far older, in fact, somehow, but thousand? Thousand. The whole of written human history spanned just over five thousand. How...?
Feeble jokes at the quality of writing aside, if everyone I know is going, I'm not exactly going to stay behind and be miserable. I've heard that song before and I'm sick of it.
Also, that is a startlingly high number and about two more digits than what I suspected. Too much to hope it was egregious exaggeration?
But might I suggest that you redirect your hopes towards something more productive?
Nay, it is no fiction. If anything, "12,000" is a gross underestimation. I haven't the time nor the patience to be splitting hairs over the exact number of years I've been alive.
[Yes, the man who has lived for thousands of years is complaining he hasn't the time to devote to basic arithmetic. In the end, what does it matter? Likely one's impression would be the same regardless of a few hundred years. And he's certainly not getting any younger.]
That's actually fascinating. I do have questions, but I recognize you probably don't want to be interviewed. I'll see you on Saturday, though, or possibly at the springs.
You would be correct. Interrogations are an indulgence for moments of deepest boredom - or when I stand to gain deeper insight into the person doing the asking than they can possibly glean from the answers I see fit to provide them.
Saturday, then. And if I'm asleep this time, you have my leave to use whatever means necessary to see that I'm awakened. Hythlodaeus will know what to do.
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November 1st | Journal
As you have noticed, I am no longer asleep. And given that my schedule is now in complete and utter disarray, you are more than welcome to take your pick of it should you still require further guidance.
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I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I think I genuinely missed your company the past month.
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"Disappoint" me? All you've done is sown seeds of confusion.
Yet if you are feeling well enough for light-hearted commentary, I suspect our time will not be wasted - provided that nothing else occurs unexpectedly.
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That being said, perhaps it would be best not to put off our next meeting.
[The man is not used to being tardy, much less entirely absent.]
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Although I've yet to hear tell of a departure date, I am planning to accompany the excursion into the Wastelands later this month. Hythlodaeus also mentioned something about a hotsprings resort.
[So that's his schedule.]
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And so we fall from the lofty heights of literature and musical theater to the hackneyed tropes of low-effort anime.
Are we really scraping the bottom of the barrel so soon?
And yet he'd end up going. It did sound nice, and it wasn't like he could afford to miss another major event like in September.
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Yes, a hot springs resort. Who wouldn't want a soak after sleeping for thirty one days straight? Besides, I think I've rather earned it.
Are vacations not meant to be "low effort"? If we're really keeping count, I've already scraped 12,000 years' worth of barrels. I can assure you a bathhouse overseen by shapeshifting dragons is far from the lowliest of these.
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Thousand. Twelve thousand.
He'd suspected Emet-Selch was older than he looked- far older, in fact, somehow, but thousand? Thousand. The whole of written human history spanned just over five thousand. How...?
Feeble jokes at the quality of writing aside, if everyone I know is going, I'm not exactly going to stay behind and be miserable. I've heard that song before and I'm sick of it.
Also, that is a startlingly high number and about two more digits than what I suspected. Too much to hope it was egregious exaggeration?
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But might I suggest that you redirect your hopes towards something more productive?
Nay, it is no fiction. If anything, "12,000" is a gross underestimation. I haven't the time nor the patience to be splitting hairs over the exact number of years I've been alive.
[Yes, the man who has lived for thousands of years is complaining he hasn't the time to devote to basic arithmetic. In the end, what does it matter? Likely one's impression would be the same regardless of a few hundred years. And he's certainly not getting any younger.]
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Saturday, then. And if I'm asleep this time, you have my leave to use whatever means necessary to see that I'm awakened. Hythlodaeus will know what to do.