Re:Re:Re:Hello
Message from btachi [REPLY]
>Nah fuck off
>there's nothing meaningful in this
>fucking Hegallian dialect
>it's anime
>honestly
>Y'all talk about "themes of friendship" or whatever
>But let's sit down and remember a simple fact--
>This is all fake
>Some guy made this up probably because he's a lonely fuck
>And then the book he wrote because he had too much free time got sold to publishers
>Who made this show because they knew that weeaboos would spend money on it
>They didn't make it to pander to fucking intellectuals.
>They made it to pander to unwashed NEETs
>So sit down, look at the dicks, don't think too hard about it.
"I think you're making a mistake here," Nadeshiko said. "It's skeezy, but I think that part of growing up is making your own mistakes and learning from them. I doubt the grip these people extend is that powerful.
"All that being said..."
"We've decided we're going to help you, Atai!" Vlad interjected.
"And I've decided to drive you against my better judgment," Nadeshiko finished. "Since Vlad is almost twenty and still can't drive anything larger than an electric scooter."
"Thank you guys so much," Atai said.
"I'm taking Mori seriously," Nade said. "He's not exactly prone to flights of fancy."
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Vlad walked into the Church building with an audible spring to her step, her phone connection to Atai bouncing around gleefully in her pocket. Atai listened intently as the bouncing ceased and she heard an unfamiliar voice.
"Why /hello/ there!" The voice belonged to an upbeat and peppy woman, tinged heavily with Midwestern influence.
"Hello. I was in the area and I saw this building and thought, 'I wonder what this is!'. So now I'm here! Could you tell me about it?" Vlad said, her English steeped in French.
"Oh? Are you a tourist?"
"No, I live here for a part of the year."
"That's neato! Anyway, we're just the Church of Us, like it says on the front of the building."
"Oh? Then this is really a church?"
"Of course! Not very Christian, of course," the woman said with a small laugh that reminded Atai of a trained bird. "But we're a registered religion anyway!"
"Fascinant! What are your beliefs? Your practices?"
"Well, I'm sure Master Williams could explain a lot better than I could, but it's sorta like this--
"So, it's pretty clear that there's no God. All the science and such we've done-- it just doesn't add up.
"But, what's the answer to, stuff, as it were? We're not nihilists-- we don't believe that this means there's no point to life. That's just too grim!
"So what that means is that there is a point to life, and it's up to us to find it. See, in the Church, we're the Supreme Cosmic Beings ourselves-- that's where the name comes from. 'Us' means all of us, man and woman, adult and child. We're the alpha and the omega- we're the source of all that's good!"
"So these meetings, they are... for what purpose, then?" Vlad asked carefully. "And the buildings and such?"
"There's a lotta people out there who don't realize that they're special-- that they're tiny gods inenduv themselves. And it's a damn shame whenever one of those people decides to, I dunno, off themselves. So we've gotten together to try to stop that! We provide support to those kind of people. I think that's a pretty good goal, don't you?"
Atai's mind bubbled over and she thought again, briefly, about how much of an impossible idiot she was to have believed that Dante person.
"Oh! Yes, this is a nice thing to do for people I think," Vlad said, evidently sharing in Atai's own apprehension and shame. "I am very sorry to have deranged you over nothing, please excuse me. I must be elsewhere!"
The bouncing step carried Atai out of the building and back into Nadeshiko's car, which idled outside.
"I can't believe it," Atai said. "It..."
"C'est pas un culte," Vlad said. "It's... a suicide prevention hotline, or something like that," she continued in French.
"So like I said. You're freaking out over nothing, Atai. Please just... no, you understand. Let's go back home, hon."
"I'm sorry about your vacation," Atai said.
"Honestly? Don't think anything of it, Atai," Nade replied.
"I'm glad you asked when you needed help, y'know?" Vlad echoed.
Atai, who was ready to write the whole thing off, then took one last action.
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