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 Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 10:06 pm
”Nossing specific? Just… Changes of scenery here or zere, maybe a new face? Huh…” Bischofite rubbed at the beak of his mask while he sought to make sense of the information provided. Maybe I was reading too far into it. It all felt so real… Or was I truly just dreaming. The subject of it all feels too nebulous to claim either way. If I decide what dreams I had foretell the future, then I am a lunatic. And if otherwise… A skeptic? No, I cannot even make sense of that. I just want to sleep. Dreamless sleep. “For example, I can distinctly remember burning to deas’. And having tea. Not in ze same sitting. Were none of your dreams of specificity?”
Thinning his mouth to nothing more than a line, Bischofite huffed while he sized up the other man. “Fine. I’ll take cookies too. Muffins in a pinch. Realistically, I don’t care what it is as long as it’s not growing mold and I won’t die from eating it. I lost rights to being picky when I decided to disown ze Negaverse; zey’f all but stopped trying to take care of zeir own ze moment I elected to lif’ outside of ze Rift. Ze phrase ‘beggars can’t be choosers’ never held as much weight as it does now.”
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 10:07 pm
“Nothing specific yet. I don’t sleep much, leaving little time for dreams to take hold anymore. Less so for the imagery to have had impact on short term memory. There has been new faces and new scenery, the missing pillar from time to time, the missing stone. I was just considering that experimentation on that point might be in order, other than troubling others if their experiences match. ” Months on, I’m still uncertain what can be done about the dreams more generally even with the information of how far they are spread and to whom. Its still data without a hypothesis to test.
The huff was delightful in a way. Too near to the complaint and trouble given when serving Alois any number of healthy meals when he wanted to start with whatever dessert may have been brought home from the walk back from classes past the culinary school’s bakery. Want is to wrap arms around that waist and hide a broken-through smile against your neck. Then tell you to eat the meal anyway because the job not started is the longest to finish. Then to remove the dessert from sight until you do so. I can do neither right now. We’re not home. We’re neither ever home. ‘Beggars can’t be choosers,’ ourselves chief among them. I can’t tease you ‘paleo bread and bottled water’, either. It’s too similar. “You don’t want my cooking.”
You never do. “But I’ll what I can find that’s in line with your preferences.”
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 10:07 pm
”If zat’s all…” Bischofite allowed the subject to drop, seeing no further leads coming from questioning. Thraen only recalled missing portions or slight alterations, nothing to the extent of the fragments that Bischofite himself experienced. Perhaps all of it stemmed from hunger dreams or some other brain-addled reasoning. Did chaos have an effect on what came of these strange dreams? Was it youma? Too many variables lay unaccounted for when he tried to consider variations between them. He found no way to control all of these things, save for seeking a large populace.
“Unless you cook wis’ cyanide…” He muttered into a forced cough. Straightening up, he rubbed at one eye through the mask with the heel of his palm, grinding away mindlessly until satisfied. He felt far too exhausted to consider how positively strange he must’ve looked. “Well. If you’re still inclined to contribute, just try not to poison me. I won’t like you much afterward.” Not that you’d think I liked you much before, but despite the driven need to murder those who commit murder themselves… You have novel qualities I could appreciate.
At least our meeting went over without murder. Yet. I don’t know how long that will hold. Or any of this, really. Metallia may just murder me on the spot soon enough.
“Maybe we will meet again on less… Vicious terms again, Sraen. In ze mean time, try not to piss off too many agents, lest zey get smart and try to murder you all at once.”
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 10:08 pm
Levity in light of the conversation seemed at once strange and warranted - “Cheers to future meetings, then.”
The threat that any amount of agents would single the Senshi of Gardens out, with juicier, more powerful targets about was its own form of humor. The same royals make better gains for ambush. A point enough to take to heart, were I not also Quenton to know better your desperation for freedom. A point Iris seems already to, with her flanking teammates so quick to quit her of the field. “I’ll touch base with Hvergelmir and Kairatos, as well. “
’Stay the path’, I want to add. Stay the path, and we can still walk together a while. Hard or not. Life isn’t finding ourselves, its creating ourselves…you've finally started to create something for yourself instead of destroying everything for everyone. You wear the mask, but I’m the one who must sew my mouth shut. At least you gave me the thread. At least Faust steadied my hands. “Stay Alive, Bischofite.”
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