[ Well to him, you can't really call yourself devoted unless you have your resolve challenged. Still, this is one of those times he sort of wishes Taneleer would bend or snap.
Pause for the Grandmaster guiltily having to Google what a frog is only to find they resemble quite a lot of aliens he's seen in the past. Frogs must get around. ]
Oh yeah, when we say some collection of objects are falling out of the sky, it isn't metaphorical. Gotta say I kind of miss the debris showers here. There was always the possibility of something exciting coming from them. I suppose soon enough the Terran skies will have a different kind of excitement.
[And let his older bro have a chance at smushing his Collector-y face? Alright, fine. Li'l Bro really does miss Big Bro, he's missed him for a while. Being apart from him, for so long, is no different than losing an arm and still, many millenia later, feeling the ghost of it. But not even getting to see him again, for even a minute, would be worth potentially endangering the entire Universe.
But. Brother. Is that really the first thing the Grandmaster always looks up about creatures he doesn't immediately reco--wait, don't answer that!] If you'd truly wanted it, you could probably surround Terra with blackholes and achieve the same effect. [Maybe even possibly probably fortify its defense from a certain purple megalomaniac, but that's collateral salvage that's like totes not worth bringing up.]
If I really wanted it, I could make my own universal conquest, but it seems like an awful lot of effort. Also you know the more you have of some things, the less valuable they are.
[ He likes his trash planet too much to duplicate it, in other words. ]
wait. did you hear the theory about why GM was really upset while eating toast?
Brother, I know that you enjoy putting on the facade of somebody who acts rather spontaneously and improvises, but, really, you derive a lot of pleasure from plotting things and planning them carefully. You'd put so much effort into Sakaar, En Dwi Gast, that I can't entirely believe you'd randomly leave it to share a home with a Terran. Did you leave anyone to rule in your stead?
wow break my heart. the vids I saw didn't even include the part where he got mad
Not that I'm admitting to doing any such thing, but you don't exactly keep me updated on every facet of your life. Case in point, why are you sending me text messages when we have a much more efficient way of communicating?
Ooh wait I saw this on the hd itunes version of the film, as an extra
[Taneleer does as he’s taunted. Damn it.] Brother, you know why I can’t tell you about things like that. It’s different than you pretending you’re on vacation when something else has happened to you.
You think so? Let's break it down to base components: "pretending it's X when actually Y has happened". Now this equation allows for substitution. Let's try "pretending I can't communicate telepathically because of a headache but actually I don't trust myself not to transfer information I don't like". Hmm...
Or how about: "pretending I'm contacting my brother because he's done something outrageous when actually I'm scared about the future"?
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haha this is off-topic, but it’s late here and I wanna say g’night before conking out. G’nigh
I should point out you're the one who started us down this honesty path, my dearest Taneleer. Would you like to go back to discussing pets and the weather?
[As kindly as any sadistic (albeit brutally honest) tormentor could be.
And yet, Taneleer finds it strange that his brother simply hasn't burst through the other end (to find what he'd wanted). Could it be that his older Brother fears Taneleer could use that opportunity to peer back?]
We may as well continue on this path, now that we've started on it. I propose that we make this into a game, Brother. One of us starts with a question, the other must answer and, then, ask a question of their own. The first is obligated to do the same and it repeats. We may play it like twenty questions, with a set number of things we can ask the other and guess their situation. Or we may play to the pain, in which case the player that refuses to answer a question loses automatically. We may also discuss what spoils are owed to the victor.
[ Where brutal honesty is concerned, he learned from the best... which is to say he feels like he's giving you a taste of your own medicine, Taneleer. ]
If you want to play 20 questions, then it follows that these questions must take a form where the answers are either "yes" or "no".
[ 1 or 0. ]
Or "maybe" or "I don't know", if we're talking more recent iterations. The incorporation of a forfeit via a refusal seems like a good idea. Thing is, how do we know whether or not the other is lying?
[That's probably true. This scheming he's probably learned from you, En Dwi Gast.] Only definitive answers could be most conducive to our purposes. We will play for affirmatives or negatives.
Our connection, Brother. Although partly dampened, aren't you able to sense when I am speaking untruly as I have been for you?
Perhaps we could incorporate penalties. If we sense the other is lying, we call them out or present them with an untruth. Lies and uncertain answers cost the other a question they would be able to ask.
You've been getting better at barriers. I feel you here, but I think you may be able to tell I've allowed you the distance. Do I have your permission now to do as much as I need to in order to be assured of your sincerity?
Lying when we sense that in one another would be redundant. I say we simply forfeit one of our questions if we're caught out.
I'm also sensing the potential of some long diatribe for our final result with this plan. Should we institute a word count? I suppose the best way to understand who wins would be that the 20th question will need to be a "yes". What do you think?
[No, you're welcome.] I have sensed it and I appreciate that you have allowed me my privacy; while I may regret the decision very shortly, I will allow you to find your assurance as you will.
We can incorporate those rules into our game. Twenty words, at most, allowed in a question per the twenty we're allowed. Shall we discuss what we risk now or later?
[ Telepathically speaking, Taneleer will feel En Dwi Gast do the equivalent of pressing flush against him, simultaneously demanding attention while he absorbs every little outward twitch. He's tense, but not tense enough he can't somewhat mold against the other mind. Were they together in person, he might have perched his chin upon his little brother's shoulder. Perhaps some of the pain of the migraine seeps into him, but it hardly matters; he's prepared for it this time. ]
Let's say 28. It's a perfect number and gives a little more leeway.
I'm not sure what I want for my victory yet. How about we present what we want before or after the 10th question? Whichever is preferable to us.
With that much settled, all that's left is to decide who goes first. Should we flip a coin?
[Almost immediately, his back straightens with this sudden heat pressing against him. Taneleer gulps and his eyes widen. So automatically, his fingers trace the warmth radiating from his shoulder, black tips tracing from the bursa, down the clavicle, and stopping just at the sternoclavicular joint. And yet, with this presence almost more intimately felt, there's that sting, that growing, stabbing sensation between the brows.] Fine. 20 questions with 28 words, small primitive abundance mingled with perfection. [haha number jokes.] And something of a rest at half-time.
A game before a game is tiresome. I will simply allow you to have the first turn.
[The Collector's fingers fly up, resting at the right end of his lips.
Such a strange first question, one that already causes him to regret allowing his Brother to hack into his nerves. He turns his head, so slightly, while remaining on his overpriced chair. No employees or living assets currently in sight.] I should hope not; I am only in the company of books. [So. Yeah. Only GM watching him.]
Does Topaz know that you've left and taken up residence with your Terran pet?
Edited (felt the need to translate the answer into a 'yes' or 'no'.) 2018-03-01 03:29 (UTC)
[ If we're still going with the physical cues for telepathic things, the Grandmaster's chin digs into Taneleer's shoulder a little with his answer, but slackens a bit with his question. ]
No.
[ Physically, the Grandmaster wets his lips. ]
Did you have a vision you think applies to the near future of this universe?
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Pause for the Grandmaster guiltily having to Google what a frog is only to find they resemble quite a lot of aliens he's seen in the past. Frogs must get around. ]
Oh yeah, when we say some collection of objects are falling out of the sky, it isn't metaphorical. Gotta say I kind of miss the debris showers here. There was always the possibility of something exciting coming from them. I suppose soon enough the Terran skies will have a different kind of excitement.
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Alright, fine. Li'l Bro really does miss Big Bro, he's missed him for a while. Being apart from him, for so long, is no different than losing an arm and still, many millenia later, feeling the ghost of it. But not even getting to see him again, for even a minute, would be worth potentially endangering the entire Universe.But. Brother. Is that really the first thing the Grandmaster always looks up about creatures he doesn't immediately reco--wait, don't answer that!] If you'd truly wanted it, you could probably surround Terra with blackholes and achieve the same effect. [Maybe even possibly probably fortify its defense from a certain purple megalomaniac, but that's collateral salvage that's like totes not worth bringing up.]
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[ He likes his trash planet too much to duplicate it, in other words. ]
wait. did you hear the theory about why GM was really upset while eating toast?
But well now this has got Little Bro drawing some conclusions. Like, say:] Brother, this vacation of yours isn't voluntary. Is it?
I didn't!
Of course it is. When's the last time anyone has ever forced me to do anything?
[ Shut up shut up shut up. ]
https://askfrostmaster.tumblr.com/post/171312355566/and-thats-why-hes-so-upset-about-toasts-ಠಠ
wow break my heart. the vids I saw didn't even include the part where he got mad
I know, right? It'd be tricky to make the Darryl bits canon, but I like this direction for GM.
now I'm wondering what else is out there? I didn't think those scenes were coming out until the dvd
Ooh wait I saw this on the hd itunes version of the film, as an extra
A little bit later:] I’ve told you that I have a headache, Brother.
I didn't think the digital copy had extras. Here I've been twiddling my thumbs for March
If you scroll back I think you'll find you did not.
A headache from a vision, perhaps?
/enables but I think the extras are only available for the HD version, not the SD.
march is so close now but my thirst...
Or how about: "pretending I'm contacting my brother because he's done something outrageous when actually I'm scared about the future"?
haha this is off-topic, but it’s late here and I wanna say g’night before conking out. G’nigh
good night and thanks for the text spam!
[ See? He can be kind, too... Kind of. ]
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And yet, Taneleer finds it strange that his brother simply hasn't burst through the other end (to find what he'd wanted). Could it be that his older Brother fears Taneleer could use that opportunity to peer back?]
We may as well continue on this path, now that we've started on it. I propose that we make this into a game, Brother. One of us starts with a question, the other must answer and, then, ask a question of their own. The first is obligated to do the same and it repeats. We may play it like twenty questions, with a set number of things we can ask the other and guess their situation. Or we may play to the pain, in which case the player that refuses to answer a question loses automatically. We may also discuss what spoils are owed to the victor.
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If you want to play 20 questions, then it follows that these questions must take a form where the answers are either "yes" or "no".
[ 1 or 0. ]
Or "maybe" or "I don't know", if we're talking more recent iterations. The incorporation of a forfeit via a refusal seems like a good idea. Thing is, how do we know whether or not the other is lying?
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Our connection, Brother. Although partly dampened, aren't you able to sense when I am speaking untruly as I have been for you?
Perhaps we could incorporate penalties. If we sense the other is lying, we call them out or present them with an untruth. Lies and uncertain answers cost the other a question they would be able to ask.
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Shit.]You've been getting better at barriers. I feel you here, but I think you may be able to tell I've allowed you the distance. Do I have your permission now to do as much as I need to in order to be assured of your sincerity?
Lying when we sense that in one another would be redundant. I say we simply forfeit one of our questions if we're caught out.
I'm also sensing the potential of some long diatribe for our final result with this plan. Should we institute a word count? I suppose the best way to understand who wins would be that the 20th question will need to be a "yes". What do you think?
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We can incorporate those rules into our game. Twenty words, at most, allowed in a question per the twenty we're allowed. Shall we discuss what we risk now or later?
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Let's say 28. It's a perfect number and gives a little more leeway.
I'm not sure what I want for my victory yet. How about we present what we want before or after the 10th question? Whichever is preferable to us.
With that much settled, all that's left is to decide who goes first. Should we flip a coin?
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A game before a game is tiresome. I will simply allow you to have the first turn.
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Are you alone where you are? By which I mean no other sentient species are able or desire to observe you now.
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Such a strange first question, one that already causes him to regret allowing his Brother to hack into his nerves. He turns his head, so slightly, while remaining on his overpriced chair. No employees or living assets currently in sight.] I should hope not; I am only in the company of books. [So. Yeah. Only GM watching him.]
Does Topaz know that you've left and taken up residence with your Terran pet?
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No.
[ Physically, the Grandmaster wets his lips. ]
Did you have a vision you think applies to the near future of this universe?
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Alright I’m gonna hit the hay after this, but this intense 10 out of twenty questions has been fun
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