refractures | boothill / allstarz

Hmmm, yeah? But that was after he already started hating me quite a bit. He wasn't really good at expressing his emotions, so he ended up being a really troublesome kid.

[ Just let me know when you want to shatter Seo's lies to Boothill's face with another mem. ]

[ do it right meow (whenever) ]

I saw that. Looks like the poor kid couldn't really recognize when he had 'em.

It ended up bringing a lot of trouble later on... see, because he was born from a virgin pregnancy, he eventually believed that he was a really important figure related to god.

[ Then bam. Memory (ends at 26:22). ]

... I'm really getting tired of this.

[ boothill quietly watches it all play out. and, to be honest, the talk about god is what's most surprising and confusing. seodore wanting to die isn't, especially not after living for that long.

calling himself a "protective parent" and the telling hatsutori that he won't help him achieve his goals... that also gives him pause. ]

You're wantin' to die so you can meet up with him again. [ nods at seo. or, more specifically, his earrings. ] Is that it?

Bingo~ After this confrontation, he sent out his right-hand man to blow up a plane that I was flying in order to kill me.

[ Yeah! Yeah. lmao

AND NOW THEY'RE AT A FUCKIN AIRPORT he wanted to harass one of the npcs for their flight uniforms so bad when they first met them ]

Talk about your cruel forkin' ironies.

[ AN AIRPORT..... ]

That even do the trick?

No.

[ lol ]

How thoughtful of him, since I wanted to die so much. Anyway, I cut contact with him from then on, so that he could believe that I was dead for real.

I figured. You really think he thinks you're dead, though? Seems like a bright one.

[ to put it crudely: if seo really wants to die so badly, he would have tried to end himself already. there must be something keeping him alive regardless of what happens. ]

You must be made of somethin' else if you can survive an explosion.

[ Seo laughs a little. ]

Let's just say God won't let me log out. He really thought I was dead though. It's unfortunate that he did that, since I wasn't the only person on board. I was pretty mad about it...

That was a civilian plane?!

Yeah, and there were several personnel with me too. They didn't really deserve that...

[ The terrible father, son, and [redacted] ]

[ THIS ISN'T THE SEO FATHER STORY I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE ]

Willin' to take other innocents down with ya... What the fork is he doin'?! You'd think a church boy like him would be a peace-lovin' type.

Haha, well... he started leading a cult with a scientific backing so that he could nurture his special cells to give to others as he pleased.

[ haha yeah ]

Special cells...? That what he thought you were usin' him for?

Wow, you catch on quick.

[ Either to Seo's dismay or pleasant surprise. ]

That's right.

Pretty easy to suss out once you've got all the parts, I think.

So why'd you watch over him? Keep an eye on him, maybe, so he wouldn't use those cells?

Well—

[ No you get a memory (ends at 50:17) instead. ]

[ this is a long one.

by the end of it, boothill is back on his feet rather than leaning on the railing, his hand still resting on it. the sight of blood and bodies isn't new to him, but watching seodore lose himself completely to his own rage is, not to mention the other supernatural phenomena boothill is completely unfamiliar with.

what he does know is that this doesn't seem like regeneration. it seems like something more cruel. of course seo would be doing everything he can to try and die. ]

...Y'okay?

[ hopefully he wasn't triggered again...? ]

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[ Seo is quiet for a while after the memory finishes... and lights a cigarette. He takes a deep drag and blows it all out, still silent.

... ]

They sure are merciless about these. Maybe I should try to forcefully stop a memory next time.

[ no he's not okay ]

You want a drink? I'm feelin' one right about now.

[ Boothill truly got all these mems and he wants a drink. Honestly, same. Seo seems to ponder on this, and... ultimately, he sighs. ]

Is there absinthe? I'm craving something that will probably destroy me.

[ oh seo... boothill waves him towards the food court. ]

They've got everything in there. Let's head over.

[ they're going to the please don't tell speakeasy. they've got absinthe for sure. ]

Do your cigs do anythin' for ya? You said there's somethin' special about 'em?

... It's only the particular kind--Brugmansia. I smoked quite a few of those already, and now I'm sticking to the ones I get in this terrible airport.

[ Despite everything, he has a terrible smoking addiction. ]

It's funny... I told my teammates that I felt like I was going to kill someone if I didn't get more cigarettes anytime soon, and lo and behold...

[ Then he got turned into a murder victim. Yippee!

Onwards to the drinking place!! ]

As you saw in the memory, they reflect anything that comes at me, but I can't control what to reflect or not while I smoke.

How'd you get your hands on a cig like that?

[ boothill walks them there, feeds a small and unsaid secret into the open window in the door, and walks them both in. he slips behind the bar counter, lifting and closing countertop hinge, and pulls out an absinthe glass and spoon. ]

Don't want anythin' to eat first?

[ he figures not, but. ]

They simply exist. Though, I would say that the cigarettes are quite unique, they won't work for anyone else.

But no, I'm good without food.

[ let him black the fuck out ]

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