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 Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 5:13 pm
Bischofite predicted the coming tides of genocide to meet a similar fate to their diplomacy attempts - for their play at war room strategy exposed much more their faults than their strengths. No one fostered trust, not for those of opposing color and occasionally even their own allies. Good - Bischofite expected a glorious showing of betrayal, skewed morality, and personal agenda. He would expect nothing less, not from the Negaverse or otherwise. Already they secured a fair showing of senshi, a few knights of varying rank, and...
The castellan of the Dead Court, Zirconia herself.
Even now, the overly large cat slunk out ahead of him, pawing at the ground with an air of indignity while she walked. Not enough information provided from those involved? Too much to keep up with? Not enough cookies to stuff into her gullet before someone called her gluttonous efforts to attention? Given their prior chance meeting, the feathered general knew too little of the mysterious, mirrored feline than he would've liked. She raised the potential of chasing their chosen prey through the mirrors from whence they came, a power he never knew she possessed. And if he had, he'd long forgotten it in favor of her choice words toward the resurrected court raised from the blood of her own.
But she never outwardly expressed disdain toward eliminating those who shared the mirror. Of the lot of them, the Dark Mirror Court afforded the closest likeness to Zirconia herself, enough to amount to family should she have chosen so. But solitude... She chose solitude. Zirconia, who lacked all manner of a hermit, a misanthrope, an introvert, chose solitude.
Why?
A gloved hand shot out to usurp violet scruff, a practiced motion from living with Faust for longer than he would've liked. "We will haf' words, cat," came his only greeting just before the world turned beyond their presence, and what was a factory now amounted to a rooftop pitted with lanky smokestacks. Each wheezed heavily into the night, their thick plumes clouding all sight of the stars long before the vapors petered out. As a result, the normally frigid night felt warmer here, perhaps even muggy from the heavy production skyward. Now far from their prior meeting point, with only faint, pinpricks of energy dancing just beyond the edges of his perceptions, Bischofite turned his full attention to the overgrown feline still clutched in his grasp.
"Zirconia, you haf' a unique position in zis attempt at genocide. You've rendered your hatred to ze lot of us in speech, and offered ze strange opportunity to chase our prey into ze mirrors. Plainly, I want to know more.
"Try not to dodge too many questions; I should quite enjoy srowing you into ze smokestacks." Were she not badly scalded, she'd likely survive absolutely soaked.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 6:24 am
Zirconia-- Or rather Zia's soul with Zirconia's face-- was feeling absolutely peachy about the whole thing, and was in fact, so pleased with herself she didn't even object or correct Wolframite's tactical skills.
She had offered more than enough charity for that night alone and putting a bit of padding between Orpheus and the slaughter was just cake.
Well, until in a moment she found herself grabbed and held in a way that instinctively ceased all struggle save for her legs drawing tensely in and her claws showing themselves.
"What are you doing?" A low snarl finally emitted from the fluffy beast after a suitable amount of time to properly assess her rage at the pure and unadulterated impudence for such action. In general, people were more willing to grab her and pick her up and otherwise physically manipulate her position without permission when she was in full feline form. This was something she had already taken note of a long time ago but no one had ever been so rude about it.
So it took her a moment before she managed to find enough wits in her wrath to shapeshift into her humanoid form and slap his hand away, with a few more little air slaps in its vague direction for good measure. "Well that's no way to ask, General," She huffed, sounding like she was strongly deterring a screech from finding it's way out in her tone.
"Like I already told the pink one, going through mirrors with guests is exhausting, so pardon my lacking enthusiasm for expending the energy to carry your person across the thresholds of universes like my greasy, feathery bride when you just threatened to throw me into the smokestacks, you a*****e."
She crossed her bare arms with a huff and glared at him before the realization of where they were hit her and she glanced around the area and groaned, "After you get me down from here."
She tried not to cringe at the fact she didn't realize she needed him sooner, and probably could've done without the name calling until they were safely elsewhere.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 2:16 pm
When her auric energy amplified in her humanoid form, he smiled. That smile drew wider at the following diatribe born of utter revulsion for his earlier manipulations. Small victories, he considered. An easy rise out of an otherwise marginally composed feline.
And when she called him an a*****e? Icing on the cake; she offered more than enough ammunition for his mischievous and acerbic tactics.
"a*****e, you say?" The misanthrope questioned, s**t-eating grin irrevocably frozen on his face. In mocking her posture, he batted the insult away with a gloved hand. Strange as it felt to hold himself in such a haughty manner, the general was loathe to pass on such an opportunity. "Oh Zirconia, you wound me so. I sought for certain zat you'd refuse me, rebuke me for even asking for such a taxing endeavor, so I had to prepare myself in ze only way I know how - sreats. Surely you'd find it in your heart of hearts to forgif' me of my folly?" Finally a low laugh ekedout as he was unable to contain the wicked mirth he derived from such mocking, overblown diction.
"Zis is quite ze situation you'f found yourself in, isn't it Zirconia?" His frigid, scrutinizing gaze settled on the lavender-haired woman, idling between the tufts of fur spilling from her ears and her countenance that so easily spelled disappointment. The prior mocking gesticulations fell by the wayside in favor of his typical behaviors, as he slowly approached the cat who so easily demanded he return her to ground level.
"Is your kind not famous for wis'standing impossible falls?" He breathed as he loomed over her, gold eyes watching fine tendrils of hair whisper about as he spoke. "Surely you haf' no qualms about falling such a distance. After all, calling me an a*****e sounds like burning a bridge you never truly needed. And here I sought you found me interesting... What a pity."
One undamaged, gloved hand found her bicep with little difficulty, and the feathered general departed toward the lip of the precipice, crowning its raised ledge immediately. Afterward he drew his company before him, fingers dimpling into her bare arm as he claimed a tightened hold on the Most Interesting Cat in the World. "If you want me to help you down, all you haf' to do is ask. Letting go is hardly an endeavor, cat." Crouching, the pair lowered in tandem. "But if you prefer to avoid testing your feline reflexes, zen answer me zis: if zere were a mirror directly beneas' you, lying atop ze pavement below, would a fall of zis magnitude matter? Would you simply sink beneas' its surface, srough whatever means of transit it presented to you, and emerge at a different location? Additionally, if I maintained my hold and dropped wis' you, would I meat ze same fortune or would my final memories be of how my skull looks splattered across ze street?
"Lastly, what reason haf' you to spare one of zeir kind from genocide? Any promises issued to his safety do not innately extend to me, Zirconia."
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 11:42 am
There was a point in her life where Zee had just accepted the fact that physical strength was the lottery and she had absolutely lost, and the consequences for letting such a prize slip by her was an eternity of indignant manhandling by those who had ranked higher on the universe's scale of lucky ducks.
The general was obviously one of them, and when his hand took hold of her arm, there was no tension or jump. This was par for the course after several instances and if she was more self aware she might've mused on how long it had taken for her survival instincts had been dulled and sanded down to placid acceptance. They had been gone two years ago when Orpheus threatened to strangle her in an alleyway, and with the obedient way she followed into the forced crouch, they had obviously not returned.
She was on borrowed time, so maybe resistance to fate felt greedy. Or maybe she was just audaciously confident she was the Most Interesting Cat in the World and was certain that would shield her from permanent damages.
Either way, she seemed to have gone mostly limp in his grip and her irritated expression had shifted to lidded eyes and feigning disinterest in the height they precariously hung over.
"If I was going to burn a bridge, I would do it with more fireworks than casual name calling," She said, finally after taking silent hesitation to calculate her words. And then promptly threw all calculation out the window as she smirked his way with nauseating smugness. "I thought we were friends, darling. You know. You're an a*****e, I'm a b***h; Barbs and venom are just little valentines of our special brand of affection, aren't they?"
The drawn out, sarcastic coo she spoke in was punctuated with her mostly free hand giving his own on her arm a dainty little pat. She briefly considered resting her head on him, even, but decided she was more concerned about how much organic matter was left rotting in his feathered cape to initiate that level of closeness no matter how badly she hoped to attempt to annoy him with such invasions of his space.
But she huffed and used that same hand to make a restricted 'wave off' gesture. "Anyway, it doesn't work that way. The mirrors are like doors, but they still offer some resistance. Even if I could concentrate enough to pass through in flight I imagine the impact would still be enough to break several bones and make survival a questionable gamble. Taking a passenger takes concentration and physical will so I imagine if you wanted to try it we will both be decorating the pavement and you will never know the pleasures of drowning in mirrorspace."
She very obviously ignored his question about sparing her favorite little Dark Mirror from the wrath of others she intentionally tried to stir and send off to war. She was upset enough when Wolframite felt the need to make her request public, and the entire ordeal was embarrassing. From what she knew about Bischofite, she would've labeled Orpheus as safer if he never knew of the personal value he had to her. If she had her way, she would've manipulated the situation much better, but Wolfy had to go and spill the beans.
The question was only met with a flippant shrug and flighty glances to other things as if they were more interesting.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 7:40 am
The feathered general quirked a brow at her initially, heeding her words though at a loss for prediction of their path. This bade well - for her, at least. From what he learned of his extensive dabbling in human response across all fields, most would exhibit trepidation of some degree when threatened with such a height. However, Zirconia simply rebuked him with a nauseating edge of caustic sweetness. She intended to meet him on terms of wit, by mimicry or otherwise, rather than plead for safety or a means by which she could reach the ground without shattering every bone in her body.
He quite liked it.
The uninvited touch, however, met with a mild twitch in the corner of his mouth as he fought to stifle revulsion. Already had he faced such irritating matters with Natron; he counted himself fortunate that she wasn't attempting to kiss him. "Friends is quite optimistic a term, isn't it? I prefer mutual usury. You haf' information I want, I haf' some measure of use to you in ze coming battle, and I fully suspect you don't want me striking down zis... Senshi you seem so interested in protecting." Threatening your life may not invoke the answers I'm looking for, but even if you're disenchanted with living, you exposed a weakness by bringing him up at the meeting. You should've known better.
Straightening up, he brought the Most Interesting Cat in the World atop the roof once more, this time handling her with a measure of grace rather than his previous manhandling. "As much as I would like to take a gander at my own guts before deas' claimed me, I suspect it's not a boon to eizer of us right now. Fine, Zirconia, wis'hold ze charms of taking me along srough mirrors. I suppose I won't haf' to pay much attention to who I murder in ze coming catastrophe." Folding his arms across his chest, splinted wrist lying uselessly atop his opposing forearm, Bischofite studied the lavender cat for further reaction.
And if she responded poorly to negative stimuli, as she had once before, well... Perhaps he could offer her something of interest. Already she claimed an insatiable appetite for information, rudimentary as it was. Name and rank mattered little, even if she sold that information to the White Moon. But what use had she for money? Protection, perhaps, but... He lacked the time to embark on that tangent.
Suddenly an idea struck him. Pacing toward her back, Bischofite sought to catch the end of her bushy tail and tug slightly, if only to annoy her further. "I could make a trade - one zat would leaf' you better razzer zan whole. I haf'..." He gestured with finger and thumb. "Two objects of interest at my disposal. One is a Dark Mirror's starseed. Anozzer is a youma capable of intelligent speech. If you agree to showing me teleportation srough ze use of mirrors, I will show you one of zem." Given her avid curiosity, he considered his proposal a fair trade.
Hell, he might even refrain from scruffing her if he, by some stroke of misfortune, survived the battle.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 4:36 pm
Had she known his thoughts on being kissed, or having such a thing attempted, she might've tried. Unfortunatly she couldn't bring such ideas to the forefront of her mind and conclude they were worth his discomfort when she found herself letting slip her own revulsion as he brought up her now publicly made weak point in Orpheus.
That stupid boy was going to be her downfall eventually, and she was positively repulsed that the creature in question had to be a dark mirror senshi on top of it. Her expression didn't bother hiding that disgust or displeasure at the scenario as she stared him down and watched him pace. When he tugged her tail she whirled around and-- even being in her humanoid form-- bared her teeth and hissed.
She might not have been fearing for her life, but she was indignant over threats to her pride. Feline priorities.
"One of the two?" She finally said after taking a moment to hesitate and think and give him a focused stare that seemed obvious she was envisioning his flesh crackling under flame like a pig on a spit. That fantasy aside, both offers were excessively tempting, and with the way her ears stood on end and her tail swished back and forth, she obviously found them both to be of interest.
And she was greedy.
"I don't think you understand the comprising situation mirrorwalking with a guest puts me in," She finally said, weaving her fingers together and holding them at her waist, attempting to appear prim and composed. "Labyrinthite is one matter, you are another. The vulnerability of exhaustion in your presence is an unpredictable and precarious issue that requires a degree of leverage or trust you don't have. Allowing such a thing is expensive."
So clearly she was willing to be put in the life threatening situation posited as long as her curiosity was sated.
"I can give too; You can even kill blue Dark Mirror Senshi Orpheus if you so pleased with no ill will on my end, and he's a very valuable information source I would hate to see dead. I will not pursue his protection from the likes of you nor seek retribution should he meet his end at your hand."
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 8:59 am
The hiss met with feigned surprise, soon melting to warm mirth at such a display. How curious... So she truly was a cat before she was human. Bischofite suspected she offered no end to the strange and unique phenomena he could learn of her, or from her. Yes... Zirconia proved valuable, if only for her knowledge.
"I don't sink you understand ze term 'one of ze two'," he cut in, talking over her. Bischofite found himself in no mood for paltry excuses, or weaseling attempts to glean more out of him than offered. If she truly wanted to do so, she needed to try harder. These bothersome half-measures amounted to nothing more than an irritant. "As I told you before, you can choose one. If you find yourself possessed of ze interest to please me beyond what was agreed upon, you may earn ze second afterward. Excuses and backpedaling cannot earn you all I haf' to offer zis night." His gaze cooled to tepid displeasure at her obvious attempt, and he offered nothing more on the subject.
Crossing his arms, Bischofite started a pace about the feline as she attempted to sweeten the deal herself. So Orpheus has information... And what information might this be? Asking the lavender wench would likely tip her off to his curiosity - and around her, such a trait was considered a weakness. Such a trait could be bartered with. He found it better to stand as ignorant and disinterested than display any hint of valuable information or interest in her endeavors. "You misunderstand me, Zirconia. If you bore no ill will toward me for killing him, zen zere would be no reason to pursue his life. Strife and suffering keep zis war afloat, keep its gears turning... If I managed a murder wis'out a ripple in ze pond, what point was zere to my efforts?
"I'll strike a compromise wis' you: I will offer you one of my bargaining chips beforehand - your choice. You take me srough ze mirror. Afterward I will provide ze second, and if I eizer attack you or fail to present my latter half of ze bargain, you haf' no obligation to pursue me should I find it beneficial to kill Orpheus." He halted near the lip of the building, back to his damnably frustrating feline companion. Looking outward, he spotted a host of dull lights framing the outlines of the city. Small efforts against oppression - just enough to see, not enough to fight the darkness. Half-measures. Were they dealing in half-measures? "... I am not unreasonable, Zirconia, but it takes time to strike a proper agreement between two parties operating on separate wavelengs'. What you consider a boon and what I consider a boon are very nearly opposites, are zey not?"
He breathed a sigh, ghosts of vapors clamoring from his mouth as he regarded the castellan over his shoulder. "I'm bored, Zirconia. You're interesting. If nossing else, keeping you alif'e staves off ze inevitable for just a while longer. What point is zere in killing you, but shooting myself in ze foot?" She needn't know that her corpse provided equal interest to her life - for what starseeds did Mirror Cats hold, and should they offer the same outward appearance as a Dark Mirror senshi? Additionally, she herself stood as an incongruous element to the universe - should fate apply to her here? Or would the universe bend to thank him for eliminating her presence?
"All I want is somesing to do - somesing zat doesn't equate to wading srough s**t and piss." Time to set this plan in motion.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 9:18 pm
"I understand, I just find it unacceptable."
The statement was flat, and her expression was equally displeased as she stood there, unfaltering in her impulse to always try for more. If she knew not to grab and claw at immediate opportunities for knowledge and power, she wouldn't have sacrificed her soul to the parallel cause in the first place and even be in this situation.
Zia would never be satiated.
"He's a commodity, obviously, that's why I asked for his protection as a favor," She said with a shrug but after having the time to think through her offer, she decided that the less she said on Orpheus, the better.
She couldn't find a solid footing in whether she wanted him dead or alive, but she figured the less importance placed on him in front of Bischofite, the better for everyone. If he found his pursuit boring and pointless, all the better.
She listened to his compromise and was silence. Feline appendages swished and twitched and moved with the careful thought she was applying throughout a hidden self debate. Fatality was somewhat obnoxiously permanent and couldn't be recouped if he decided to take advantage of the opportunity.
But starseeds. She'd been coveting one to hold of her very own for ages now and couldn't persuade anyone to pull one for her, or sacrifice it for her curiosity and he had one. It could be hers.
The talking youma sounded so fantastical it sounded like a lie, and what little of Bischofite she knew, she fully expected a lie.
But apparently she wanted some reality where she could have all of these things bad enough she figured she could sacrifice some risk to her life. "Fine. Show me the youma first and I'll take you through a mirror."
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 9:30 am
"Natürlich," he responded with a growing smirk. Afterward he shut his gaze to her, to the remainder of the city sprawling out beyond the rooftop, to the smokestacks polluting the sky with rampant steam. With each attempt at summoning his youma, the act grew easier. Now familiarized with her appearance, he found it almost automatic to picture her white hair corralled into a loose ponytail, or the oily purple carapace creeping up the majority of her legs. The wings, black and feathered, typically raised highly in his presence. He wondered if such posture was a sign of happiness in his presence.
Beyond her image - the mouths dotting her back, the silvery eyes, the marble skin - came the tone of her voice and all her inflections denoting flippancy and whim cast out by grandiose gestures. Yes, he recognized her well by now. "Get out here, Malicious," he finished at last.
Upon opening his eyes, he sighted the youma almost immediately.
"General," she greeted in her typical fashion, bounding across the rooftop in almost weightless steps. She laced carapace-laden claws atop his shoulder quickly enough before she hoisted herself off the ground, using him as a support. Afterward she tried to take a seat atop his shoulder, but a quick push discouraged that idea. She huffed in mock insult, and framed her hips with her hands in a haughty stance depicting her sass.
Afterward, her silvery gaze found the feline-esque woman not far from the general, sporting unusual garb. "Who's that? Friend of yours? She doesn't feel like a friend of yours." A snarl slowly spread through her lip.
"Quiet, Malicious. Zis is part of a trade. Fake kindness if you cannot manifest it on a working level." With arms crossed atop his chest, Bischofite approached the feline in question. "Zis is Zirconia, castellan of ze Black Moon. She is a cat, strangely enough."
"Pleasure to meet you," she offered in an uncannily smooth transition toward politeness, for as much as a youma could manage. She offered a deep bow, wings splayed outward to flash the myriad of mouths dotting the length of her back. They wheezed and gasped in abject derision toward the lone creature bereft of chaos that lingered on the roof. Afterward she straightened up with a smile, a bit too smug, teeth showing beneath the surface of her lips. "Zirconia. Bischofite told me all about you."
The general tensed.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 6:42 pm
As monstrous as youma were, it was the more humanoid analogs of Malicious that drew the wide and bright attention of the guardian's eyes, which remained enamored and fully focused on the winged form as she made her entrance.
"I'm a conditional friend," She stated, but while the statement was meant to be played comically coy, her tone drifted into dazed and distracted, making the gesture fall flat.
The way her ears stood at attention and her tail moved, her stance might've well have been a typical house cat watching birds.
By the time she seemed to pull herself out of the curious inspection, she had already been standing on her toes to better angle her head to see the mouths when Malicious bowed, but she settled into a more upright and direct posture better suited for conversation. "Oh, did he?" She cooed, raising one eyebrow at the general, suddenly entertained when she picked up on his tension. "All good things, I hope."
However, the autonomy and intelligence displayed from a youma made her stomach feel like it was full of helium. She wasn't sure if it was anxiety or elation at the novelty.
"I'm not a cat cat. Mauvians are a highly evolved non-human species, for your information. Did you find her in the Rift?" She was looking at Malicious, but the question was obviously meant for Bischofite. Youma and this mysterious place they supposedly came from had sorely been neglected in her research, but what she knew was completely defied and turned on it's head by Malicious' presence.
"Are you sure she's a youma?"
The term youma as she knew it contained such a small box of possibilities, but Chaos as an element was capable of creating all sorts of nightmarish creatures.
Or maybe she was ignoring the obvious because the discovery of new Chaos born creatures was a shift in the mundane she would've loved to have witnessed regardless of what that meant for either side of the war, likely from the subconscious nostalgia drawing from her locked memories of the Remless of the Dead Moon Circus.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 8:38 pm
"Many things," she reiterated as she shifted to akimbo posture, legs spread a shoulder width apart. "Many interesting things. He mentioned a certain... Feat you accomplished to come here. Something about..." Drawing a breath, one of her claws migrated to her lower lip as she regarded Bischofite with mischievous curiosity. "Becoming pure consciousness and possessing someone else's body? I thought it sounded fascinating. Far more fascinating than all the little tricks my general likes to play. You should tell me more about it."
Inwardly Bischofite speculated that providing the starseed alone would've been a greater bargain to drawing out Malicious; the youma already proved a veritable handful in the simplest of tasks. And exposing her to Zirconia, who already harbored a great deal of knowledge that he himself was not privy to? Potentially disastrous - though he doubted the cat would entrust his youma with more information or curiosities than she would trade toward him. "Shut up, Malicious." After folding his arms across his chest, injured wrist tucked between elbow and ribs, he approached to stand roughly between the two. "Yes, I found her in ze Rift - as all youma lurk."
Her second question caused Bischofite to raise an eyebrow in tepid incredulity. "... I'm sure." To his knowledge, nothing of the earth beyond youma could bond with an officer. Why ask such a ridiculous question? Surely she wasn't considering this piece of the bargain a hoax...
Standing at a breath under five feet, Malicious had no chance to simply stand on her tiptoes and see over her general to examine the feline-turned-human. Instead she simply clasped her hands atop his shoulders and hoisted herself up until she peered over his hair with an impish smile. However, she could say nothing more, due to the compulsive restraint invoked in commands.
Taking her wrists, Bischofite pried the youma from her lounging spot. "Are you satisfied, Zirconia? Or must I let Malicious prattle on for a while longer?" The comment earned a harsh glare from the youma, but Bischofite paid it little heed. "I suspect if I let her linger too long, she'll attempt to devour your starseed. It may be somesing of a curiosity for her."Carneli sorry i am so sloooow muse is burnt out
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 9:17 am
"Pure consciousness? That sounds overly flattering when one considers reality," The Mauvian responded with a distinctly artificial laugh one exhibited when politely laughing at terrible political jokes at much classier parties than a rendezvous on smokestacks.
"I separated my body from my soul. A necessary practice to cross universes. Physical bodies can't cross over, but a soul can pass through barriers, if certain veins are opened and there's an available physical host to live off of. I came to this universe on a mission," She extended her bare arms out, "And stole a human girl to house my soul. I hope to eventually move on to other places or return to my old body, assuming it's been properly preserved back on the Black Moon." Because god only knew what had been going on in Zirconia's native world since communication shut down.
Bischofite's incredulity was taken with flighty giggles and amusement. She knew it shouldn't have, and it was wrong to be nostalgic for the shattered fragments that floated through darker corners of Zirconia's memories about something dead moon or circus or other. She didn't quite know, or at least couldn't quite put in to words the notion she had that varying other sorts of Chaos born creatures. Elsewhere, in other places or other dimensions, but at the least-- in the back of her mind-- there were whispers of something more.
Rather than dwell, though, she waved one arm up near her head in a twist that culminated in a one armed shrug.
"Right, of course. What a silly question," She crooned out the sarcasm.
She returned a mirror image of Malicious' smile and then turned it on Bischofite. "I'm satisfied. As much as I'd like to pry, I do like staying intact. Or as much in as I can be considered. I'm satisfied. Take me to a mirror. Let's go drown."
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 7:54 pm
Malicious toyed with her lip while she listened, eyes wide and vibrant with excitement and curiosity. She offered slight gasps between key phrases, wonderment coaxing smiles learned from social cues. "So you parted from an old body to abscond with a new one? Looks like you weren't telling the whole truth, General." The hand lowered from her face, lingering in a vague claw shape while her wrist bent beneath its weight.
"Now, are we done making nice? I've never eaten a guardian cat before, you know. Maybe I could just... have a taste. She's not from here, by the look of her. And I've always wanted to eat something exotic." She's already given me what I need.
Bischofite stared wholly unamused at the castellan, shortly before dismissing Malicious with a wave of his hand. "While fascinating in her display of intelligence, Malicious possesses much of ze same drives as most youma - eating often supersedes all ozzers." Bischofite paused until the youma's visage vanished from the barren rooftop. "She... has wants, zough, from what I can tell. Often she tells stories of her life before she evolved into a youma, and regularly expresses her interest in coming back to Destiny City. Not all of zat interest stems from feeding, eizer. While not a pet, she is not fully a companion... More of a wild animal wis' ze sense to ally herself wis' zose more powerful zan she." It worries me, sometimes, how sharp she can get.
Her declaration of satisfaction met with a sole nod, slow and deliberate. he paced toward the slight cat, fingers steepled in a triangular fashion, before his gloved hand met with a mildly toned bicep. "Zen to a mirror we will go." His final cadence held a lilting aspect, complete with the ghost of a grin before the two wholly vanished from the valley between smokestacks.
Their surroundings shifted to wooden floors, often trodden upon and scuffed from boots, crates, haphazard shuffles of furniture and priceless goods that sat squirrled away for many years. A fine layer of dust covered most stored items, from the crates stacked against the wall and the boxes piled nearby. Light filtered through great windows that stretched skyward, spanning floor to ceiling in their narrow stretch. A staircase trailed upward as well, through several floors more to the bell hung from the top of the tower. Against the far wall sat a single floor-length mirror, ornate in its lavish and gold-painted carvings in its frame. He remembered it well - quite well.
"Tell me how zis works before I commit to getting lost in some... Ozzerspace."Carneli /kills everything for losing this rp
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 2:20 pm
“I’m a rare delicacy, it can be hard to resist,” Was the cheeky response from the Mauvian, outwardly unafraid and overly confident in her value to fear being treated as youma kibble. Malicious was fascinating, though, and Zirconia appeared visibly disappointed when the youma was dismissed.
“She has memories? Of being…? Was she human, before?”
Zirconia’s minimal understanding of youma didn’t have much to go on, but she had understood it was the result of the core starseed and soul being destroyed. The possibility of retaining memories, or even sentience and intelligent speech, was exciting enough that it smashed the foundation of her understanding and left her practically shaking in excitement and greedy for more information.
But, she had her end of the bargain to fill.
Teleported again, her stance had shifted to something more appropriately wary for her circumstances as she looked around their new surroundings. “And where is this?”
Not that it mattered much, since they would be leaving soon, and to that end she started inspecting the mirror she had been presented with for size and started brushing away dust with her hand. “It’s simple, really, the mirror becomes a doorway,” She said, taking the opportunity to press her hand through the surface and then pull it back out. “We will pass through mirrorspace, briefly, but the process will be quick and unnoticed and we will not linger. It takes too much strength to linger. And then we step out the other end.”
She looked over her shoulder at him, “If you’re worried about getting trapped, there’s no real need. Mirrorspace does not want you, it will forcibly push you away like two magnets with identical polarity. It takes more will an ability than I have to defy it. On my own, I can for a bit of time. But not with a guest and not for this trip.”
She fully turned and held out one hand to him, and in spite of an audible effort to her tone in its manufactured, chipper quality, she looked absolutely droll and reluctant. But her hand was extended to him regardless; She was willing to uphold her end of the deal.
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 11:22 pm
"It was ze location where I killed one of ze Dark Mirror. Unfortunately it looks like zey'f disposed of ze crate on which I killed her. What a pity." He clasped his hands together as he paced a short distance away, gaze drown to a small, wide stack in the corner of the storage space. "It is part of ze bell tower to a church. Zere was a pair of zem here. I took ze starseed to present at zat... Conference. I never got a chance to pass it to Wolframite, so zat is ze starseed I offered you previously." Finally he directed his attention toward Zirconia, who offered her own explanations of the ability she possessed as well as Mirrorspace.
"Interesting. So if I understand correctly... In ze dimension of ze mirror, we are at default constantly moving. Whereas in our world it takes energy and strengs' to move any object for a span of time, movement in ze mirror equates to an object at rest in our world. Zus, you must expend strengs' and energy to stop moving for any duration of time... Bos' of which you do not possess currently." Watching her test the validity? strength? density? of the mirror was its own curiosity, further whetting his interest of this strange method of transportation that his so hated allies often used or abused. What was it you checked just now, Zirconia? Or were you only showing off? I always figured all mirrors were the same, more or less - much like windows of varying size, tempered with glass in marginally different processes. Is there more to it for a mirror? Some kind of magical identity-check to confirm the user passable through the space?
"I am not worried. Even if getting stuck in ze midst of zat space were a possibility, I suspect I could play ze lost child card to buy my way out. Alternatively, it's a fortunate position for eviscerating what few of my allies I found before I died of dehydration." And likely a solid half of the Negaverse would rejoice in his passing. "Even simply passing srough ze mirror is an act of trust or blind ignorance on its own. For all I know, any non-Mirror aligned individual passing srough gets spaghettified ze instant a portion of zem crosses beyond its surface. Zen, whoever lingers in Mirrorspace is assailed by my bloody noodles immediately afterward. It's a shitshow, and zat is why I like it." And if I die, well... Hopefully I got to experience what it would've been like for my every atom to be pulled out of its placement and stretched to a fine, lengthy cord.
Finally he approached the Mauvian, grasping her hand in acceptance. "For what it's wors', Zirconia, zere were times when I could tolerate your existence wis'out marveling at ze surfeit of ways I might'f executed you. It's more zan I could say about my enemies or my allies."
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