[Chuuya keeps that shit in the kitchen or his bedside table... Still - Baren will take care of it. More than he says. If it's something in exchange for secrets, which he expects Chuuya to guard closely, Baren will from now on guard this knife with his life. To buy some time, he puts it aside for the time being.
He doesn't expect Chuuya to betray him. There's no need for it.
... When he told Dave a 'difficult Retrospec memory' he summed it down to seconds of content, just to make sure that it was kept secret. He boiled all the emotions out until the only thing left was facts. Cruel, difficult facts.]
Starting from ancient times, the Orochi was born. Whether it's a spirit or a demon, it rises every 300 years to dwell in a human vessel.
[The next words are harder to wrap his mouth around, even though he knows them. They're part of a prophecy. There is no argument.]
Greed, avarice, pride. Devouring all living things, scorching the earth, defiling the seas. The serpent of destruction.
Pay heed, for the Orochi is the enemy of mankind. Seal immediately after - hunting it down.
[Baren's eye falls from where his gaze was locked with Chuuya's, instead resting on the bedsheet. He breathes in - and out, calmly though his posture is agitated. Stiff. His hand comes up to his mouth as if he wonders if there's anything more to say but - that's all he got from his last hallucinomemory. That's what he knows.]
I don't... know what it means. I don't know what it has to do with... this.
[and he gestures back to the eyepatch.
He doesn't know if there's a connection. He doesn't know how to find the vessel of the Orochi. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do or if it exists in this day and age and he hasn't run the calculations for whether it's been 300 years since the Sengoku era even though he knows he should because he's scared alright, he's fucking scared.
So it's the truth.
He doesn't know what the myth has to do with his scales.
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[Chuuya keeps that shit in the kitchen or his bedside table... Still - Baren will take care of it. More than he says. If it's something in exchange for secrets, which he expects Chuuya to guard closely, Baren will from now on guard this knife with his life. To buy some time, he puts it aside for the time being.
He doesn't expect Chuuya to betray him. There's no need for it.
... When he told Dave a 'difficult Retrospec memory' he summed it down to seconds of content, just to make sure that it was kept secret. He boiled all the emotions out until the only thing left was facts. Cruel, difficult facts.]
Starting from ancient times, the Orochi was born. Whether it's a spirit or a demon, it rises every 300 years to dwell in a human vessel.
[The next words are harder to wrap his mouth around, even though he knows them. They're part of a prophecy. There is no argument.]
Greed, avarice, pride. Devouring all living things, scorching the earth, defiling the seas. The serpent of destruction.
Pay heed, for the Orochi is the enemy of mankind. Seal immediately after - hunting it down.
[Baren's eye falls from where his gaze was locked with Chuuya's, instead resting on the bedsheet. He breathes in - and out, calmly though his posture is agitated. Stiff. His hand comes up to his mouth as if he wonders if there's anything more to say but - that's all he got from his last hallucinomemory. That's what he knows.]
I don't... know what it means. I don't know what it has to do with... this.
[and he gestures back to the eyepatch.
He doesn't know if there's a connection. He doesn't know how to find the vessel of the Orochi. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do or if it exists in this day and age and he hasn't run the calculations for whether it's been 300 years since the Sengoku era even though he knows he should because he's scared alright, he's fucking scared.
So it's the truth.
He doesn't know what the myth has to do with his scales.
But he has a terrifying hunch.]