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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2017 3:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2017 3:28 pm
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If there was one thing that Muerte could count on for stability, it was his work. Science and math had set rules, set regulations; the formulas never changed, the variables always gave the same outputs. In that way, his work was calming—soothing—the opposite of stressful. Usually.
Tonight was a little different, if only because he was pouring himself over an entirely different set of information. Scattered around him were papers and open files, the lot of them scribbled over with some sort of barely legible writing. Muerte could have quite the penmanship if he wanted to, but boy if his normal notes weren’t hasty chicken scratch. Even the greenblood himself had trouble deciphering some of the finer nuances of his papers… but that was fine, he inevitably figured it out.
“Invaaasssiii…” He called for Aprife from where he was sitting, his eyes never leaving his documents, “InvaaassSSSSII! It’s important!”
Which, usually, meant that it wasn’t really that important.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 5:29 pm
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"Indeed." Muerte fell back now, his hands clasped together, elbows pointedly on the lab table in front of him. "It's true, why would someone like myself be interested in such nonsensical whimsy? To think someone with my intellect would be caught on something that seems so minor and trivial, the things of myths and fantasy—" He sighed, "But there is due reason, I assure you. Allow me to explain."
Muerte took a few sharp breaths, all through his nose. After considering his words for a moment, he spoke again, "Immortality, Invasi. Could you imagine?" Great, now he was standing, parading himself around with his hands clasped behind his back and his dove-faced slippers squeaking against the ground, "The most critical resource to our race as a whole is not something so trite like currency, nor is it even knowledge itself. It's time. An entire lifetime dedicate to the pursuit of science is already a wealth in of itself. Imagine countless lifetimes!"
He took pause.
"So you see, I cannot merely throw every notion of prolonged longevity out the window. They must all be considered as a whole."
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2017 5:26 pm
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"Oh." That managed to get Aprife leaning back again, too, turning to watch Muerte pace around the room with purpose. The slippers would've been funny, probably, if he didn't have a similar bumblebee pair of his own stashed away in his room. He was too old now to give two shits about whether the cute things he liked were weird (though admittedly, he never had cared to begin with).
"Damn, you've got me there," he said, sounding genuinely interested. "Y'know, if it were possible to live longer, I might actually be able to see this s**t all the way through." Of course, by this s**t, he meant the rebellion. As it were, they'd more than likely both be long dead by the time any real, permanent change swept Alternia.
It's not that Aprife had never thought about it. Robots were a thing, after all.
"What exactly are you planning on doing, hunting down a rainbow drinker?" Spinning the book around, Aprife thumbed through a few pages. There was a pause as skimmed. "I've seen enough shitty direct release movies to guess you'll either get mauled and sucked dry or charmed by some sort of terrorcult."
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2017 7:08 pm
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"What if-" Aprife began, letting the suspense hang in the air a moment before finally continuing, "-I helped you look for one?" Suffice to say, he believed rainbow drinkers were likely as common as resistance members in reality (if they existed at all). If you were some sort of societal pariah, you got good at hiding, end of story. You just had to find them. "With my connections, I'm sure I could dig up something."
There was one caveat, of course. "But look, you've gotta promise me you're not gonna do anything ******** crazy." That was part of why Aprife thought to involve himself in the first place. He could watch over Muerte, at least on and off, to make sure they weren't reverting back to the whole mutilate, destroy, and rebuild phase.
"Unless you don't want my help, I guess, but hey, it's better than nothing. Right?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2017 8:03 pm
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"Oh please," Muerte made a dismissive huff, "I'm the very soul of rationality." After that he lapsed into a moment of silence, and then made a very silly sounding laugh, "Well, lately."
He'd had his moments.
"Really though, I'm glad you offered. In fact, I think I couldn't have made a better suggestion myself." He laced his fingers together before delicately setting his chin on top of them, "Not that you could probably help much. I'm not making a jab at your abilities, but--well, no, I suppose I shouldn't say that..." Muerte paused to reassess his sentence, "Who knows what could turn up? I can't quite say one way or the other."
Muerte cleared his throat, "In the meantime, I'll focus on more concrete ways to preserving my livelihood." Things that worked, had worked, had been written about and proven, "Well, whenever time allows for it. You know, this whole rebellion thing really does take up a lot of my time." He sighed, almost wistfully.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2018 7:26 am
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Aprife raised a very incredulous eyebrow at that claim, though truth be told, Muerte wasn't wrong. Lately things had gotten considerably better. It wasn't impossible to get the greenblood to go to bed at a decent hour, he didn't forget to eat every night if Aprife didn't remind him, things like that. Didn't mean it was perfect, but it wasn't the worst it had been. He let himself relax again.
And he let himself smile something more genuine and laugh a bit, too, because wow that ridiculous laugh had been cute.
"Alright, alright, I'm taking your word for it, then. Not taking back the offer, though. We'll see how it goes."
Picking up the book, he gave the cover another look before setting back down. He'd leave it with Muerte for now, just in case he wanted to research it more. They lived in the same hive—tracking it down wouldn't be hard if he wanted it, but at the same time, he was pretty sure he wouldn't.
"Hey, you know the Initiative appreciates all your sacrifices," he said dramatically, a hand at his chest. Honestly, Aprife probably appreciated them the most.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2018 12:49 pm
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"They'd damn well better." Muerte sighed, equal parts dramatic as Aprife, "I have, dare I say, the most thankless job in this entire waterlogged cesspool." Even though he said it, Muerte knew that wasn't true. The swamp had an entirely new set of dangers that no one really had any experience with, and Muerte had definitely kept himself on top of providing all sorts of remedies. Still, it was fun to jest when Aprife was entertaining him.
"But no matter. A doctor's work is never done, his oath to his profession far more permanent than whatever trials he might face." Sigh. "Regardless, I suppose I have no further need for you, begone." Muerte made a little dismissive gesture with his hands, shoo, shoo.
Eyes looking in some other apparently far more interesting corner of the room, he added (hand gestures still shooing), "Unless you'd like to discuss the finer points of our existence over hot tea, of course." Which basically meant 'I do tolerate your company most out of anyone else here, if you want to make me a refreshing beverage and talk about trivial things then I guess it's okay.'
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2018 2:32 pm
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The longer Aprife knew him, the more and more amusing it got to entertain Muerte's tomfoolery. He seemed to do it so easily now, so naturally. Why not enjoy yourself a little? Swamp life could be pretty damn thankless otherwise, that much wasn't a lie.
"And just like that you're throwing me out," he said as he stood, his normally jovial expression twisted into a false frown. "Whose work is thankless here? I'm thinking it's mine." Except he already had a plan in mind to change all that. A true tactician was never so easily bested.
The whole thing went a little something like this: set the kettle on, grab his bee slippers, prepare tea, talk about the finer points of their existence. "I'll be back to settle this, Perist," he added for flavor before striding out of the lab.
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