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⠀//⠀Martin: You're a psychopath. Sheo: At least I'm on a path, Martin, get your shit together.
︰ martin septim the man that u are ,,,
︰ would get on my knees and confess my sins should he ever ask that of me , in a heartbeat .
⠀//⠀What are you, Sonic?
،، Oho! Would ya look at that! It's /you/! Martin Septim himself, here to... pay me a visit, I assume? ”
@scptimisms That seemed to perk the man up, the way his face lit up something debatable on whether or not it was a good thing. In most circles. ،، Right! Tea! Ohh, I haven't had a good cup of tea in so long myself. What kind of tea? Aetherial Tea? Honeyberry Tea? Ah! Sweet Dreams Tea? Or— maybe I'm thinking of Sweetsting Tea... ” While he could certainly go on and on listening different teas, he thankfully decided to stop. He didn't necessarily care to receive an answer as, in a flash of purple, a small table would appear nearby. Accompanied by said table was a pot of tea, two cups with saucers underneath them, a sugar bowl to the side, and two seats. These seats, of course, were not part of this little tea set. ،، Sit, sit! ” He ushered the other with a wave of his hand as he himself approached to happily take a seat at the table, pausing only to take the lid off the pot to peer inside for a short second as if half expecting to find something besides tea inside. With a short hum, as if satisfied with the contents, he put it back and decided to go ahead with pouring it into the two cups before actually taking a seat.
⅋. id ︰ @horripilate ( his smile faded, thin lips pressed into a line on his face. he mulled over this in his head - he knew, this sheogorath, in front of him, was not the hero he had known. but he was in there somewhere. he just had to figure out how to bring him out. but how? perhaps he could bring up old memories, and it would trigger something? he was going off of nothing, having never been in this situation before. but he was determined to try. he had to. ) ( he racked his brain for memories that might do something, nose scrunched up as he fell into deep thought. maybe their first meeting? their first night in cloud haven? the battle at the temple of the one? he was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he hadn't realized he'd been quiet the whole time. ) i .. understand, yes. i shall keep trying, but until then, might we share a cup of tea? ive not enjoyed any since my ascension.
@scptimisms ،، Me? Or the me I was? The me that wasn't me... yet? ” Of course, the question was rhetorical. There was no way he'd miss the Madgod... if he'd ever even known him before, which Sheogorath was fairly sure he hadn't. Not nearly as well as he'd known a certain other Prince. With a low hum, the only movement made now was to place the bottom of his cane onto the floor once more, leaning ever so slightly against it. His eyes were directed elsewhere now, though not quite focused on anything as his mind wandered. ،، And ye missed that me so much that you'd come and see this me. How sweet... Precious, really. ” He chuckled, ،، As much as I would love to say otherwise, I can tell you they are still in here, /but/— and try to keep up here, Martin— while he is me, I am not he. There's only so much you'll find here. Oh, do feel free to keep lookin', though! I don't mind the company. ”
⠀//⠀WAIT. WAIT. wait. If. If the Hero of Kvatch is the new Sheogorath, I think an interaction can be had, somehow......
⠀//⠀I can't say I'd provide much of a sane Sheo, but I can provide a relatively calm Sheo. Can you say he's not fucking with Martin a little by acting anything like who he once was? It's so funny (in a messed up way)
⠀//⠀That said... I do love the idea of the hok going insane and practically losing their sense of self after mantling Sheo... Very unsettling things could've happened from that!! It makes me wonder how much of the hok is really still in there. It's just. Sheogorath now, really.
❝ DO YOU NEED A PRIEST ? I DON'T THINK I'LL BE OF MUCH HELP TO YOU . ❞ martin septim , illegitimate son of uriel septim . though haunted by a troubled past , he is very humble and soft spoken . with a love of books and collector of knowledge , he is determined to right his wrongs , and do his best to learn what it means to be the heir to the throne . ELDER SCROLLS CANON CHARACTER ! BY VIN , EST. 01192024 .
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