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eleemosynecdoche · 8 months

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Doing more Touhou OC backdrop stuff:

The specific otherworld here is called Meropis, a parody of Atlantis from a now-lost Greek work, an excellent place for a gang of weirdos to use for their meetings.

This otherworld is "ruled" by a spirit named Merope Delaineo, who exists as a reference to other things, but also as a kind of placeholder entity- Meropis is ruled by Merope. She's perfectly fine with the gang of weirdos who have arrived recently, as they keep her world connected and more alive than it otherwise would be.

The Chaos Discussion Group itself has four major members that I've outlined to various degrees- a fairy queen, a youkai (gremlin), the astrally projected spirit of a human, and a daimon/minor goddess, secretly backed by the Mesopotamian goddess Inanna. It exists to try and subsist on the complex of ideas humans have about this thing called "chaos" in the modern world, attempt to guide those ideas to make chaos develop into a broader means of support, and hypothetically adjust the existing order of the universe to make its members more meaningful, to give them definition. All of them are of very dubious existence, within generally accepted Touhou cosmology rules- elaborations on minor personifications, figures who are just a name in the legendary parts of a medieval history, 20th century youkai halfway overwritten by explicitly fictional interpretations, the consciously ironic and distanced techniques of chaos magick...

But behind them all is Inanna Ninmesharra, who reshaped the world many times as she stole authority and power from other gods. So maybe they have a chance to leave their mark.

In the meantime, they squabble and argue endlessly about what chaos is and what it ought to be.

People:

Tyronoe Lagarde (fairy queen, takes her name from one of Geoffrey of Monmouth's 9 sisters of Avalon and a fairy queen an English mystic in the 17th century believed he had married. Not well-developed yet. Chaos as a principle of nature and the natural world.)

Clytie Harraway (youkai, gremlin/cyborg, takes her name from the Greek words klutos and kluo, which mean several things but most relevant is "to hear"; and from the feminist theoretician Donna Harraway and her Cyborg Manifesto, already posted my scribbled art of her. Ability to understand how to take a machine apart by touching it. Chaos as a factor of machines and how they behave. Takes her existence from both folkloric gremlins and from conspiracy theories about cyborg implantation.)

Una Bryony (human but projects a spiritual body to wander around Meropis, chaos magician. Not fully developed. Takes her name from Michael Moorcock's time-hopping anarchist revolutionary/metafictional Chaos goddess/accidental work of lesbian propaganda Una Persson, and Brion Gysin, a collaborator of William S. Burroughs who contributed a lot to cut-up as a literary technique and thus to early chaos magick. Quintessential Stage 5 Boss woman, but takes some unclaimed space in that domain by being lightly megalomaniacal. Chaos as a source of personal freedom and power.)

Polyphony Xenonomia (just posted about her. Name is pure Greek- "many sounds" and "strange law". Chaos as a principle, chaos as an inevitability, chaos as a liberator.)

#touhou ocs #my ocs #touhou

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namitha · 2 years

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Don't expect anything to happen. Just wait. This waiting is a deep acceptance of the moment as such. Nietzsche called it amor fati-unquestioning love of whatever has fated you to be here. You reach a point where you're just sitting there, asking, "What is this?" but with no interest in an answer. The longing for an answer compromises the potency of the question. Can you be satisfied to rest in this puzzlement, this perplexity, in a deeply fo cused and embodied way? Just waiting without any expectations?

Ask "What is this?," then open yourself completely to what you "hear" in the silence that follows. Be open to this question in the same way as you would listen to a piece of music. Pay total attention to the polyphony of the birds and wind outside, the oc casional plane that flies overhead, the patter of rain on a window. Listen carefully, and notice how listening is not just an opening of the mind but an opening of the heart, a vital concern or care for the world, the source of what we call compassion or love.

🌿 Stephen Batchelor, The Art of Solitude

#Stephen batchelor #book quotes #the art of solitude

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etes-secrecy-post · 9 months

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Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

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Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

#Onthisday: Sept 19th, 2009

Title: I'M A GRAN TURISMO EXPERT!

I'M CELEBRATING 9 YEARS OF PLAYING GRAN TURSIMO SERIES! FROM GRAN TURISMO 1 TO GRAN TURISMO 2 AND NOW I'M PLAYING GRAN TURISMO 3 A-SPEC AND GRAN TURISMO 4 IN 2009! 🟦🟥🏁🚘😁

Also, I made a tiny brain fart of sorts, as my official said "I'm a Gran Turismo Expert" (and also (sometimes) "MASTER" in my OG description), but I'm nothing more than my own fantasy. Because I only do dirty tricks, as well as trying so hard to get gold per GT installments (specifically "Licenses"), only I get "Bronze". But hey, I learned something everyday, and with my recent "Gran Turismo 7" (for PS4) in my hands, I could finally back on the track while doing hardcore courses to get a sweet drip gold! Just look what happened to my GT Sport experience, right? 😊🟦🟥🏁🚘

BTW: I missed out Gran Turismo 5 & 6 on the PS3, since we don't owned that aforementioned Sony console. On the plus side, I also played GT PSP on the actual portable and on my PC emulator.

MuruKir (Kirby OC) - created by ME! Gran Turismo 4 - Gran Turismo series © SIE, PlayStation Studios, Polyphony Digital

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ineverthinkbutalwaystalk · 1 year

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"Their laughter sounded like a choir praying for salvation. Everything was mixed up in it: screams, wheezing, whining and crying – heart-rending and defenselessly quiet despair, and this polyphony suddenly made my head spin. I fell on a chair like a heavy sack, and they, seeing my awkwardness, flung up their white hands in mock concern and laughed again. Or was it sincere? I didn't understand anything anymore.

– Be careful, Colonel, don't get yourself killed, – yellow teeth flashed for a moment behind those painfully blue lips, - I want to listen to you more. I like you."

quick vent portrait of my oc – the rabid one, pupil of the plague, junior horseman of the apocalypse

#oc #oc tag

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smollestduck-sketches · 1 month

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guys... major brain rot‼️‼️

RED HOUR by tart...

it's literally so Sneden and also it's Reese

It's literally sneden's and Cassiopeia's relationship, bc the "leader" part is definitely referring to Cassiopeia

but if we look at it from Reese's perspective, it's his anger and just his fucking ego 💀💀💀

(referring to a couple of lines in the songs) Reese is doing what he's told, in Gliese and by the Mother Stars. There's literally nothing holding him back from destroying societies, and he's done this for billions of years.

"Self-fulfilling prophecy" Reese is doing what he's asked to do and he's treating it like a prophecy.

"I won't need saving, give me a taste of blood and I'll want you some more" I'm deciding to interpreting this as his ego 💀

alternatively, Reese's song would also be kerosene by tart !!! he's so fucking violent and is on a power trip 24/7 and i hate him for it!!!!

verse 2 fits Reese pretty well:

"I'm your catastrophe, sanguine vanity A broken down, mechanical love Another part of me, of polyphony Just like a god that's sent from above"

this is referring to how he can sometimes feel like all he is a part of a machine, a mere cog to the Mothers' whims. as well as feeling like he's on a power trip!!! ANYWAYS. yeah, take my 2 cents abt my ocs and that im still only on ch2 of SCOTC hahahah....

ur gonna have to wait... a while until the first chapter is published bc IT IS A COMIC AFTER ALL!!!!

#oc #oc rant #yapping #ocs #original character

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eldritchsquared-art · 1 year

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heya! welcome to the fancy new blog i made for my art (my main blog is @eldritchsquared )

this is mostly an archive for my art/ocs for myself, but if you enjoy the art too that’s cool and i appreciate that

reblogging means the world to me, especially if you put something funny in the tags. or just scream or keysmash. either way, i really enjoy reading them, and it spreads the art to more people.

feel free to send me asks about my ocs! i’d love to answer them

tagging systems below for convenience

LORE POSTS REF SHEETS ARTFIGHT 2023 REFS

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Friend's OCs Blughblu (parker) Vibecenter13 (cog)

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Deltarune D&D Characters Cyberpunk Red Campaign MCR

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Camcrew Edset Flamion

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Sketches Doodles/Flat colors Shaded Rendered Traditional Art Doodle Sheets Lyric Drawings/Comics Comic Work In Progress With Backgrounds Color Palettes

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hyperion-blue-gt · 9 months

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Read the description on this Post, No Rude Comments allowed on any of my art this may result a red flag warning, as long you don't get any harmful words like being rude, insult, calling mean names and Disrespectful. Thank you for the Inconvenience and Stay Safe.

My favorite total drama Oc lexia is all raring up for having her a Gran Turismo movie license has now set to see the film.

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GRAN TURISMO (Series), Gran Turismo Movie © Polyphony Digital/Sony Pictures Entertainment

#gran turismo #gran turismo movie #gt movie #license

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zombiemoral · 4 months

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Meet Polyphony! My Trolls sona / Trolls oc...hybrid

I also thought it'd be pretty fun to try and create my own genre of trolls, so here are some notes on show tunes trolls under the cut :o)

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #dw trolls #trolls world tour #trolls band together #fanart #trolls oc #trolls sona #trollsona #qp art #having fun + playing #pls dont mind the like. reused Poly png LOLL i started making this for funsies but figured itd be neat to share alongside their intro sheet

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eve-of-halloween · 2 years

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Meet Tänzerin! the final member of the Polypanz family, only this time only all grown up! Tanzy is the only daughter of my wavewave kiddo Polyphony and @pastelpaperplanes blitztron kiddo Panzer!

Tänzerin’s name means dancer, and she moves as elegantly as one as well as loves to move around like the creepiest doll when she is in the mood to ever let her perfect pedes touch the ground. Despite not taking many features from her carrier, Panzer, it’s clear to see she inherited alot of traits from her grand creators from a candy pink/maroon frame much like that of her grandcreator Megatron, and stretchy limbs from her grandcreator’s Shockwave and Soundwave. But at least she got her sire Polyphony’s cute face as well as their general social demeanor with bots she doesn’t consider her family!

When Tanzy was a sparkling she looked much different than how she does as an adult. However, after spending one night with her grandcreator shockwave is when her creators noticed she started to look a lot different from her siblings as she seemed to develop features more like that of her grandcreator. Though surly it’s just a genetic coincidence, correct? After all their first born inherited his grandcreator’s long dormant altmode. Polyphony’s carrier couldn’t have possibly dared to alter any of their sparkling coding, not with how Polyphony reacted to the idea of their second child being tampered with. Though with how much Tanzy’s appearance has changed to look very gausin as she grew, despite being a flyer! Poly can’t help but wonder…and the older she got the more the thought sent a chill down their spine.

Tänzerin inherited the same powerful energy core that her big brother Nexobyte possesses, however it seemed due to her coding of being a fly the cores been changed to allow her to alter gravity around her instead of producing a powerful weapon system. Tänzerin ‘s anti-gravity core is so powerful that if she were to slam her frame against a surface gravity would be altered within a 500-foot radius of her frame either crushing bots caught in it under their own weight or sending them flying into the abyss of space. This ability even allows her to fly effortlessly and makes her a far faster flyer due to weighing practically nothing allowing her powerful engines she inherited from her grandcreator Blitzwing to run uninhibited and making her far more fuel efficient.

Tänzerin has allowed her abilities to affect her frame so much that she has removed any parts she deemed no longer needed, including her own torso. her abilities also allow her to rip herself apart and put herself back together again like a horrific living doll and she has given a few of her cousin’s nightmares because of it. Though she will not confirm or deny if she frightened them on purpose, she seems to get a kick out of making bots inner wiring feel like its crawling in their own frames with how she speaks or moves.

However, when she is not purposely tormenting children and adults of the faction alike, she is a very musically oriented bot with a beautiful voice and graceful dancing. She spends most of her time as an entertainer for colonies singing songs and dancing for them. Occasionally she will write a fairly disturbing poem or two and read them to an audience looking to have a restless night’s recharge

She is also very much a carrier’s girl and as a sparkling she clung to him like a space barnacle and whenever Panzer is upset it makes Tanzy upset. How could someone make her dear sweet carrier sad? They are sure to be a bot who cleanup crews will find pieces of in the morning! Tänzerin sounds like Ashley Serena!

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pastelpaperplanes · 4 years

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*lightly taps* this bad boy can fit so much angst in him

“No need to worry, I will personally make sure that our mecha’s morale is destroyed.”

Meet Panoply!

He is the son of my OC Panzer and @eve-of-halloween ‘s Polyphony

Panoply is not a pleasant mech to say the least, he’s rather extremely sour and blunt and quick to anger. He knows that he is constantly surrounded by morons and pompous loud mouthed idiots and is quick to get in the face of other bots if he feels remotely underestimated. While no, he would definitely not make the best leader, let alone foot soldier, he just so happens to be an extremely skilled with long range firearms. Pano is often found in the range more often than not blowing off some steam rather than taking to the battlefield, if he had it his way though, that would be the exact opposite.

Pano had an extremely rough start to life. Born with a near stuffed spark, he suffers with chronic frame fatigue and lives with a high risk of spark failure if his frame is simply pushed too hard. The first crucial years of his life were spent almost entirely in the medbay. To alleviate some of the stress on his sickly frame, all heavy weaponry and bulky kibble was removed leaving him looking rather scrawny.Seeing that there’s no way he’d be able to survive on the battlefield, let alone escape enemies without collapsing, his non functional alt mode is more of an embarrassment to his already unintimidating stature.

His exposed and vulnerable protoform is the price he has to pay in order to lessen the risk of himself overtaxing his frame and overheating, as well as give easy frame access to medics on the numerous frightening close calls he’s given both his Creators.

Though he is base bound and will likely never get the clearance to get out on the field, Panoply insisted on getting the best combat training possible. Practice is one of the few things on his schedule that he won't squeeze out of. Panoply’s biggest weakness however is his pride since he refuses to acknowledge when he ultimately hit his breaking point during his unnecessarily lengthy training drills.

As an extremely proud Decepticon eager to serve his cause, as well as also being part of an extremely impressive and proud bloodline, you can imagine his frustration and shame over the fact that no one will spar with Pano out of fear of breaking him, or worse.

Panoply inherited his Carrier’s stand-offish nature. His health is just about the most touchy subject they argue about so often. Pano is stubborn and proud, in his mind he believes that if he simply works hard enough, he’ll build up the strength to get out in the field. Poly however is purely worried. Their son doesn’t seem to have his helm wrapped around the fact that he simply will not and cannot get better, and his self destructive and sneaky habits of training without supervision could possibly kill him.

However the two gradually reached a compromise after millennia of uphill battles and arguments. Poly showed Pano that even the greatest soldiers can crumble easily without even him having to lift a single digit, it turns out psychological warfare and calculated manipulation can do far more damage than any blow ever could.

Pano is touch repulsed, but at the same time very touch starved. A lifetime of having both medics and strangers hover over him, poking, prodding, constantly asking if he’s okay, and casting pitiful glances his way has left him extremely resilient to accept any form of physical contact out of knowing that it’s probably just another mecha out to coddle him. At the same time, there’s nothing more that he wants than to just be held close by another in simple silence, seeing past his fragile state and holding him out of love rather than ginger care.

He’s not to be mistaken as a softie though. Pano is quick to slash and swipe if feeling remotely tested, the only bot who he will not bare his claws to is his behemoth of a brother, Nexobyte, who get’s a free hug pass any time the big idiot needs it. They’re close, but Pano’s denial about his health and spats with his Carrier definitely does cause some tension in their relationship. Poor Nex and Pano couldn’t spend much of their sparklinghoods together since even simple germs Nex could pass on to poor Pano could leave him berth ridden for weeks. But as full grown mechs though, they’ve more than made up for lost time with late night stories about funny mission fails or marathoning whatever stupid Earth show Nex begs Pano to watch with him.

While Pano may sometimes feel unworthy of the Decepticon badge, he’s working to become the best of the best in his own way through the guidance of his Creator’s and the support of his brother!

His altmode would’ve been a Ripsaw EV2 and his voiceclaim is Victor Van Dort

clean ref and DOODLES with ANGST:

#I love him but oml pls he needs to sit the fuck down and have a juice box before he faint from yelling too much #darling boy who I love dearly but you are simply so STUBBORN AS ALL HELL #his creators adore him but dude PLEASE go and play w ur guns and stop trying to parkour off your brother and flip bots 4X ur size #GOD.#transformers #my art #panoply #cybertron’s crackhead kiddos au #nexobyte #polyphony #transformers animated #maccadam #panzer #PolyPan

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eleemosynecdoche · 8 months

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Wrote up some fic for my recent OCs which perhaps meanders a bit. But it felt good to get out on the page.

"Can I call you Polly?"

"No."

And that's where Una Bryony began her relationship with Polyphony Xenonomia. A simple request, instantly denied. "But she was smiling when she said it," she told herself. "She doesn't really mind, right?" But she never dared the pet name. Even as she wanders the open polychromatic meadows, separated from her body, she holds it within the depths of her mind.

"Una?" Tyronoe is calling for her, back at her body. She returns to fleshliness, squeezing back into her physicality.

"Yes?" She blinks up at the feyqueen. Tyronoe smiles gently.

"Polyphony would like you to eat with her tonight." She tsks. "I decided to fetch you in advance so you could properly dress yourself for it, but I hadn’t realized you were going to lie on the grass for hours at a time."

"Why should I dress 'properly'?" Una raises herself to a sitting position. "Isn't that what we're against, the current demands of propriety and-"

"Not me," Tyronoe says cheerfully. "She might even tell you it was a good idea, she's funny like that. But I'm telling you, dressing in clean clothes and scrubbing a little before you sit and eat with our guiding spirit will make you and her feel better." She helps Una stand up, brushing her off.

"All right, all right, I'll do it," Una says. "See you at dinner." Tyronoe rolls her eyes, and, with Una's back turned, flips her off.

"Awful girl," she tells one of her attendants, who nods. "Absolutely oblivious."

Una's rooms are somewhat spare. She thinks now and again of trying to move more of her possessions from her earthly, ordinary life into this place, to decorate this apartment in this compound in this open expanse of paradoxical country. She thinks about it, and then makes excuses. She can only really move what she can carry, and something in her rebels at the thought of any of her new compatriots, or friends, or fellow philosophers, whatever she calls them- of any of them seeing the remnants of her previous life. So there's a fair amount of empty space to admire as she strips down, bathes, dries off, and puts together a near-identical outfit to what she was wearing prior. "Maybe I could get a TV, at least," she says. "There's signals, yeah? Clytie said something about-"

A knock. "Unlocked," she says, drawling it out. A short woman in a militaristic uniform, one of Clytie's subordinates, opens the door.

"The boss is ready for dinner," she says. "The big boss, I mean."

"You know she doesn't like you calling her that." Una stalks out of her room, alongside the junior gremlin. Or maybe this woman's a petty gremlin. She can't tell the difference.

"She doesn't know and'll never care," the gremlin replies. "If she even knows I exist, what my name is, that jazz." She covers the area where her name should be on her uniform with her hands when Una looks at her.

"I'm not gonna report you or anything, fuck," Una mutters. They're at the room Polyphony generally eats in.

"Go right on in," the gremlin tells her. "Don't keep her waiting."

The table could seat a dozen or so. It's set for two, and Una considers asking if anyone will join them. Looks at Polyphony, who's got an elbow on the table and a hand supporting her head. Reconsiders it. Sits.

"Una! How gracious of you to accept my invitation!" Polyphony's voice is bright, energetic, and she attempts to smile. It looks appalling, but Una smiles back.

"Why should I refuse? I'm here because of you, really." She unfolds her napkin and adorns her lap with it. Despite herself, her hair, the lip piercing she keeps a stud in still, and her manner, she understands this kind of dining instinctively. She looks back up, and realizes Polyphony is staring at her, smile broader, more genuine. "Don't take that too literally," she says. "I got here on my own power."

"Yes, you did," Polyphony says, eyes still rapt. "I doubt I could ever truly forget the way you arrived, drowning and choking it seemed, but on nothing at all. But it was like a dark sea you were swimming through, wasn't it? Or that was what it felt like..." she sighs. A faint little sound, but one that crawls up Una's spine. "Here, why don't we serve ourselves? I have the first course in the kitchen."

Una nods. "It's appropriate, yeah," she says, trying to sound as casual as she can. "Not that I wouldn't appreciate girls waiting hand and foot on me, but it's a symbol, yeah?" She stands up. Stretches a little.

"Exactly," Polyphony says, after a moment. "A symbol. It's like one of your... sigils, was it?" She stands up. "Many small symbols worked together into a larger one."

The first course is soup. Ladled into individual crocks. Meatballs in a rich, heavy tomato sauce. "This is more like what you're used to, isn't it?" Polyphony is humming as she watches Una judge whether to pick up her crock with her bare hands or not. Una touches it, picks it up, carries it halfway, then rushes to the table, yelping but setting it down gently, without spilling anything onto the tablecloth.

She covers her mouth to avoid whimpering, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "You're so fragile," Polyphony whispers in her ear. "So easily damaged. Prone to foolishness that ends up hurting you." Her hands lightly grasp Una's. "Here. Let's get them cared for." Una relaxes her grasp and lets her hands be pried from her face, her eyes closed. She feels something cool smeared over her palms, her fingers, wherever her hands were burned.

"Spread," Polyphony tells her. She spreads her fingers. Gloves are slipped on, one at a time. She finally opens her eyes. "Sit and eat," Polyphony says, in her ear. A gentle murmur. Polyphony's hand strokes the back of her wrist. Down to where her sleeve ends. Then back up again. She sits. Polyphony draws away, and sits too.

Her hands hurt, but not as much as they might, and Una finds she can eat easily. They eat the soup quietly, without speech to accompany it. When they're done, she and Polyphony attempt to speak at the same time. They both pause. Una tries to demur. Polyphony waves for her to go on. She opens her mouth. Says, "Thank you for the care you put into this food." She closes her mouth. Holds it shut.

Polyphony smiles. "I wish you treated yourself more gently," she says. "If you were to hurt yourself, badly enough you were bedridden, who would pour out wine for me? Whose hand would consign the black sow to the flames for me, hold her head down as she was offered to me?" Her eyes sparkle. "Or are you burdened by the demands we make upon you? Shall I have the gremlins do it instead?"

"Absolutely not," Una says. "Nothing I do for you, for any of the other members, is burdensome to me. If it ever were, I would hardly suffer in silence." She takes a breath. Lets it out.

"Then treat yourself more gently." Polyphony regards her flatware. "Or would that be a burden?"

"It wouldn't," Una says. She starts again. "It wouldn't be a burden on me. But, I-" she stares at the plate and the crock atop it. "The next course will be getting cold," she says.

"Yes," Polyphony says. "I will get it for you." She raises her head and smiles. "After all, you are injured, aren't you?"

Una watches as she goes, thoughts blurry. The second course is lamb, baked together with potatoes, and Polyphony serves her plate with a little flourish. A smile. "I left the oven at warming temperature, so it shouldn't be too cold. Eat up!" Little gestures, urging her on.

She takes a bite. Cuts another. "This is delicious," she says. She thinks for a moment it must sound insincere. Forced. Polyphony's still watching her intently as she eats, without any sign of hurt, and she keeps eating. Polyphony begins to eat her portion.

"One of my sisters paid a visit today," she says. "What do you think she wanted to talk about?" Her knife grinds a bit on the plate as she cuts.

"Whether she could move in?" Una says it instantly. "This place, this Meropis... it's beautiful, you know? I wouldn't be surprised if..."

Polyphony laughs. Like glass. "Oh, that would have been quite a conversation! No, no, she came here to accuse me. First of getting too big for my boots, then of being so utterly weak and frail as to depend on lesser beings, and thirdly..." her fork rattles on her plate. She massages her temples. "Thirdly, to say that it was improper of me to steal away a mortal, that I had arrogated what was a right of the proper gods, the Olympians, the truly chthonics, the rustics even, but not a daimon, an abstraction like myself and her and all we sisters who were born together."

Una eats slowly, eyes on Polyphony. "You kidnapped a human? When?"

Polyphony glares at her, eyes suddenly fierce. "You. She was talking about you, Una."

"You didn't steal me, I'm here of my own will." Una sets her fork and knife down. "She doesn't know anything."

"I didn't? You knew who I was, to seek me out, then?" Polyphony's hands are clasped together now. "Your actions were truly and totally uncompelled?"

Una shrugs. "Well, no, I didn't know who you were to seek you out. It was a pure accident, right? I know for a fact you didn't know who I was either. Your eyes weren't looking anywhere near where I was." She smiles. "I mean, you've never tried to detain me. I've eaten... well, I've never eaten a pomegranate you gave me specifically. But I'm eating your food right now. And I could leave at any time. If I desired it."

"If you desired it." Polyphony's fingers weave together and separate. "Well. Why don't you desire it? Why is that?" Her voice is uneven. Strained.

She wants to hear something, doesn't she? Una thinks, chewing. She's looking for some answer and afraid she won't get it. Well... She clears her throat. "A lack of desire? That's not a quantity. There is no force that pushes me away from here, and so it is natural for me to remain. As for why I came here, why I'm following you... pure whim. The decision of a moment. I thought, 'This sounds interesting!' and set my feet in your train. And here I am. Here I remain, until I go somewhere else." She realizes she's stood up in the middle of that declamation.

"You'd win but small prizes for oratory," Polyphony says. "You should have set all that into verse, and then you'd have a chance." Her smile is thinner, but her eyes are warmer. "But then again, if you were to show such talent, surely Apollo or Pallas Athene or even one of the proper Tychai would come to take you away."

"What reason would I have to go with them?" Una's own smile is a little brittle. "They don't interest me at all."

Polyphony bows her head. "I see," she says, after a moment of silence. "I slander the Tychai, when the greater Tyche blesses me so." Una scratches her head. Polyphony clears her throat. "I purchased ice cream for dessert, if you wanted any."

"It would be rude to decline an offered gift like that," Una says. "My will sets itself on enjoying some. With you." They rise together and return to the kitchen.

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