On a cross-canon ship involving him.

[cakeandpain]

I believe you have better things to do than edit the script I produced. What was once a grand tragedy worthy of the stage is now disgusting love story that won't produce the reaction I want from the audience. It's not worthy of me either, Mundane. Really, she's nothing more than a side character that should be tossed away like all the others.

[But this is a side character with a form of Death attached to her. You can't really kill her unless you want to eliminate death, or rush to your own before the tragedy in this particular setting takes place. Or do you want Humans to live, Legato?

That would just cause Legato to glare out at the audience here.]

I don't. They're worthless, disgusting piles of rotting trash. We have been over this before.

[Then let her live. If you wish for death, you should do that. Plus, you seem to like her. And she does make delicious pastries, doesn't she?]

..That she does.

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[evokedpotential]

[Welp.]

I'm sorry?

[cakeandpain]

It's not your fault. Our Mundanes should be apologizing for editing the script like this.

[evokedpotential]

That does seem to be what they like to do for the most part. They're the puppeteers and we're the puppets and all that...

[She doesn't really like it either.

And she's not even going to touch the whole being a side character and the thing about humans, thanks.]

[cakeandpain]

That doesn't mean they should edit the script so that it suits neither the setting, the characters in it, or the wants of the audience.

[Except that this is exactly what certain members of the audience want. It's just not what Legato wants for the audience. A tragedy where a certain superior being was much better to him than a love story where he was happy. And a love story involving him?

..His hatred of humans was really going to make this an awkward script, at best. At least, in his mind.]

Your sweets are wonderful at dulling the pain of living, but..this is a script that neither I or the owner of the theater can approve of.

[evokedpotential]

I guess they just think that it does suit all of that. Certainly the wants of the audience in this case.

[Yeah... Definitely. Her mun is all giddy...]

... It makes me sad that you find living painful... I'll keep making sweets for you at least though, no matter where this script goes. Who knows, after all. It might not go as they plan anyway...

[goldenglasses]

[Legato... dating? Does not compute. Give Vash... a couple hours.]

And... this girl... is doing this... willingly? [This has got to be some kind of mind control thing, right? Totally.]

[cakeandpain]

[For once, Legato's and Vash's reactions weren't all that different. Which was scary, really. While it was probably for different reasons, he would need a year to get through this script.]

The production is still in it's early stages..but yes, in the script that she's doing this willingly. I am not forcing her hand, and neither is anyone else. The whole production takes place before you kill me too, so they're really destroying my wonderful script.

[That last sentence was both a jab at Vash in order to try and get him to suffer a little bit more-honestly, he needed to see that right now-and an honest statement.]

[goldenglasses]

[Unfortunately, saying this was happening before his death actually pleases Vash. It's better that way. Besides, he's still really stunned by this new information.]

Huh...












[...]







Maybe this will be good for you?

[cakeandpain]

[..It's a rare day when Legato can't injure Vash with some old memory and when they're having similar reactions.]

I don't know how changing the genre of the play from a wonderful tragedy to a romance will help me or My Master. Even if the rest of the production doesn't change, it will lessen the pain and anguish that is supposed to come out of it, and the message I wish to convey won't get through.

[goldenglasses]

Ah, you worry too much about plays. Take some time to yourself! You've earned it! She seems pretty nice and super cute! The play will still be here when you're done! [His hope is Legato will learn to NOT go back to it.]

[yeahblood]

Aww, you shouldn't be talking about someone like that you know? Haven't you heard it's bad luck? You could be cursed! Or burned and horribly disfigured!

[Mm, horribly disfigured...]

And even disgusting rotting piles of trash have worth you know ~

[cakeandpain]

I haven't, and I doubt I'll be cursed, burned, or horribly disfigured because of it.

[While those mental images were like a warm batch of cupcakes, it didn't seem that any of those things were going to happen in the script. Unless you counted people verbally cursing him.]

Rotting piles of cockroach-infested trash don't have any value at all.

[yeahblood]

Aw, well that's no fun.

[Really.]

Come now. What are the poor maggots gonna eat? Or the flies? Heck, even the crows or other hungry scavengers? You know what they say, one man's trash is another one's... Breakfast? I think it went something like that.

[cakeandpain]

The line is one man's trash is another man's treasure, though I don't care about either of them. The crows and maggots may perish along with everything else that might live off those piles. They're disgusting, idiotic fools who think they can keep living off them and not suffer in some way because of it.

[yeahblood]

Well, they are just animals. And bugs. Bugs and animals. Not really their fault that some things are easier to snack on than other.

[Pause.]

Ooh, though I do wonder what would happen if someone came back to life all infested with maggots! That would be awesome, and probably really painful!

[smokepraylove]

Complain about the editor all you want, the one I wonder about is the casting director.

[cakeandpain]

In this production, the editor and casting director for this disgusting play are played by the same actor. Though it might be more accurate to say that there are two casting directors for it. It doesn't change the fact that it's a useless script in comparison with the grand tragedy I had planned.

I don't even know if I'll be able to kill you in this production, Nicholas D. Wolfwood.

[Was that an attempt to get Wolfwood riled up? Yes, and it was probably a terrible one, but Legato really needed to see someone suffer today.]

[smokepraylove]

[Yeah, point out he's less likely to die in this scenario, that'll piss him off. If anything, he's unusually cheeky, as if seeing through that attempt and realizing what an interesting little spot he might just have his boss's boss's right hand man in.]

Well, I'd hope you wouldn't kill me! I'm the only one in the dang cast who's had any kind of successful romance. Who else's lead are you going to follow?

[cakeandpain]

[He had been trying to conjure up the memory of dying and injure him with it..but it seemed that the jab was too weak, especially when the play they were talking about was so ridiculous. At Wolfwoods little comments though, Legato just gave Wolfwood a good, cold glare.]

I suppose, in a way, I was planning on taking a page from your story. In fact, I was going to make it even more gruesome by having her watch when Vash finally gives me death. That is similar to your romance, is it not? A love that lasted for only a day, if even that.

[smokepraylove]

[Wolfwood's grin strains, twitching into one he struggled to maintain and overcompensates for by widening it, bearing his gritting teeth. That was a more successful blow.]

Ah! Izzat right! Ain't that just peachy!

[...That's about the best he can manage in terms of a witty comeback when it's that successful a jab at him. He'll need a minute.]

[material_guy]

Really into that hate-love thing, huh? Tsundere, wann't it?

[cakeandpain]

[For better or worse, Legato had no idea what a tsundere was, but Greed was the last person he wanted to see here. Sure, he knew that acting like a mosquito and buzzing around oxen was how he got his kicks, but that didn't mean that Legato enjoyed it and wanted to keep him alive.]

I have no idea what that term means, but I can assure you that any interest I personally have in this character only exists because she can bake wonderful, pain-dulling desserts. Once I learn how to make them from her, I won't be interested in her any longer. I don't love her at all.

[..At least, that was what he was telling Greed. The actual script in progress painted a very different picture.]

[material_guy]

You hear "love is the secret ingredient" a lot...

[cakeandpain]

I've never heard that before. In the production that should go onstage, death is the secret ingredient.

[material_guy]

If death was the secret ingredient in desserts you wouldn't need her to teach you a thing, would'ja?