backdated: txt | @weirdshit (Closed Meeting)

[brosbeforeprose]

Greetings,

You might remember that there was a meeting with the thessyx a few days back. Captain Childe wanted to speak to their representatives, and you don't need me to tell you how important actually making friends with the original inhabitants of this place are, I'm sure.

I won't bore you with the little details - Balthier will just have to tell you himself whether or not he arm wrestled one of the thessyx - but let me tell you about the main points as I heard them from where I was.

[From where he was sitting at the actual table. Obviously implying he snuck in and therefore was not in this conversation is much more fun and importance-free.]

We got answers to some questions - the thessyx aren't shy about any of this, but if you're the shy sort, don't worry, I've got you.

First, as we all know, the shell was full of gifts for the "Children of the Leviathan". That seems to be us.

We, the Children of Leviathan, are the reason they finally came here. Their monarch sensed the psychic impression of the Children of the Leviathan hatching, and since the Children of the Leviathan are the chosen ones of the dragon, and they worship that dragon, they wanted to see us, the Children of the Leviathan, firsthand.

[The dramatic way he's saying Children of the Leviathan is not being expressed in voice-to-text, but it's fine. Repetition will have to do the work.]

Captain Childe wants to negotiate an alliance with the thessyx, and she's willing to let them have access to the basecamp to get it, with some restrictions. For example, no weapons.
But, it seems a lot like the thessyx's main interest with the basecamp isn't the crew, it's us. It'll be worth keeping that in mind in future, but right now, it means Her Captainship is offering to show the thessyx the set-up here, and it might mean they'll help us in return.

Balthier - human, voice like a thunderstorm seducing you, maybe you know him - mostly spoke for the hatchlings during the meeting. Don't worry, he was the perfect gentleman - and mostly steered the conversation back to Captain Childe to do the talking.
I think even without standing on a table and making an inspiring speech, sword held high in the air as a non-existence breeze ripples his shirt-sleeves as I know in my heart he's capable of, Balthier got us some goodwill with the woman in charge around here.

There wasn't exactly time for a Q&A back there, but if the thessyx told you something that's worth sharing, let us all know. If we can gather everything we have about them in one place, it'll help. I've got a few extras of my own as well.


[He has already hit Post before realising that Balthier's voice very definitely reminds him of a close friend...and if he ever told Fenris his voice sounded like a seductive thunderstorm, the broody elf would murder him.]

Comments

@CL4PTP

[annoyware]

[This is what Claptrap is taking from everything said:]

They think I'm SPECIAL??

Re: @CL4PTP

[portolan]

I thought you had a parade to your esteemed excellence back home.

Though I suppose the attention of an entire foreign people is a new height, even for someone as grand as you.

[annoyware]

Uhhh yeah that's exactly what I meant. I'm not surprised that they think I'm special at all. Because I am. Obviously. Tons of people tell me so. Not that I need validation!!!

Soooooo....... what's Childe like? I don't think she likes me.

[portolan]

I'm not sure that Childe has given you much consideration. She's a busy woman.

[annoyware]

She has DEFINITELY considered me. She told me so! [The "consideration" was "considering disassembling him for scrap," but Balthier doesn't need to know that.]

[portolan]

Ah yes I do seem to recall her mentioning you now. She used another name.

[ It was along the lines of, does anyone know how to disassemble that robot for scrap. The other name was something along the lines of "f*cking hunk of misappropriated metal." ]

[annoyware]

Oh, she gave me a nickname already?? Wow! I'm really making impressions around here!

[portolan]

It's charming that you care so much for the opinions of us lowly lifeforms.

[annoyware]

What? Oh, yeah. Well, I have to build my following up from scratch in this new world, you know!

[portolan]

Alas, such hardship for a deity to be divorced from their followers.

I'm sure the locals will immediately recognize a god. The traits seem ubiquitous across worlds. That vibrant color, gallant spirit, and of course your sensual voice.

[annoyware]

That's what I said! Nobody has started worshiping me yet, though.



Do you really think my color is vibrant? [he's blushing]

[portolan]

In all my years as a pirate I have never seen a shade of yellow as lustrous as yours.

[ The closest has been on noxious and dangerous creatures. ]

[annoyware]

That is... wow. That's the best compliment I've ever gotten. Sometimes I wonder if I should get a new paint job? Hyperion yellow kind of has bad associations. But you've convinced me! I'll keep it!

[portolan]

Are you not a god of ominous destruction?

[annoyware]

Destruction?? Why do you say that?

[portolan]

Your ruthless sense of command, color of venomous animals, nightmarish voice....Did I assume incorrectly?

[annoyware]

Nightmarish




Heyyyy, are you making fun of me?

[portolan]

Why ever would you think that? Gods of destruction and nightmares are the most revered on my world.

[brosbeforeprose]

That about sums up everything I said. I only wish I had your skills at keeping things succinct.

['Amused sarcasm' doesn't get across over text, damn it.]

[portolan]

It's alright, my good man. We all have our talents. And how can any of us measure up to a god?

[ He fully expects Varric to understand that he is teasing Claptrap, who he fully expects to not understand what is going on. ]

[annoyware]

[He's right. Claptrap doesn't understand what's going on.]

[portolan]

Alas, have we offended our sacred overlord?

[annoyware]

Well! I'm very gifted at communications! Sometimes people tell me I even give them TOO much information!