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 Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 2:01 am
For a dramatic second, the clouds overhead the island known as Deus Ex Machina turned a deep heavy grey. They began to gather now, swirling together, a funnel merging with the ground, resonating with the earth as it shook and quavered. The glowing crystals saturated all around the island sang, every crevice in the ground glowed, the skies shimmered brightly once- twice-
- And then all was still save a small flock of doves rising into the skies, rather frightened by the small debacle.
Somewhere inside Deus Ex, a lab tech was telling another lab tech to stop messing around with the mock earthquake gear and get started on the real serious things like the mock earthquake prevention gear.
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It felt odd to be free. Free, and yet, confined at the same time. There was no single consciousness of awareness because it, he had always been of many, one entity that spanned so many others, forever in a state of half-consciousness.
It felt odd to be singly awake. A small branch of presence while the body, the main body continued in the medium between half-slumber and half-caution, forever the protector.
A small hiss. Something bright. Voices yammering about 'earthquake prevention gear'. It - he idly took two steps, armour oddly light, clothes oddly simple. Two more steps and then in a long hallway where every single mortal presence did not even acknowledge it - him - a look -
- And yet this was okay. This was how things had always been. Watching, but never seen nor heard. Quiet. Serenity.
He managed to dwell in exactly five seconds of serenity before finally and impatiently heading out through the very large gaping hole in the wall. Grey skies outside. A splash of blue. Looking up.
Something was very wrong.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 2:17 am
There was already somebody waiting outside. A pale young man with short dark hair, his limbs long and just this side of gangly. From his relaxed crouch beside the the broken wall, he looked up to gaze at the interloper. For a moment his expression held the mild semblance of innocence. There is nothing strange here, move along, you have more important matters to attend to I'm sure.
But then he actually sees the other and no facade would withstand the sheer, bottomless malevolence that casts it's shadows across his features.
It too recedes, leaving only bored irritation in its wake, but never quite leaves. Within him seethes a tide of age-old hatred that never fails to surge and swell, tossing up the wreckage of old battles onto the shores of time, and dragging new treasures and victims down with it. Incessant, relentless, and without remorse.
"Good morning," he greeted the other politely enough, voice cold and clear, carrying the stillness of a storm's eye.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 2:35 am
Ignorance and arrogance.
He always won and so he saw no harm. There was once perhaps a greater spite and a longing sadness, a wish for freedom that could never be fulfilled stained further by revenge and of course betrayal. It made a good story. It made a good foundation.
For each reckless tidal surge of destruction there was the impenetrable barrier, the sheer cliff that always stretched a little further, towering a little higher. Perhaps there would have been tension between the two if their struggle had not already been so complete. Locked forever in combat, forgotten until even time itself was meaningless. Putting a face, a fake body to something so inherent was itself such as meaningless.
He was not threatened and so he saw no means to threaten. "Good morning, indeed." A clank of armour: odd. Movement, slow, a miniscule of the real forms more restless then usual. "That lanky form suits you well. I do not know the purpose of this excursion but I only wish you the best in accommodating to the gentle graces of humanity. I for one am rather curious, a gift is a gift, no matter how limited the form."
A couple of passing Hunters gave the two golems - one lanky young man and a taller, broader one dressed archaically - some odd looks, but decided that they really had more pressing matters to attend with. Like their own golems.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 3:00 am
The dark haired man gave the other a rather incredulous look. There was a moment were he almost, almost rolled his eyes. The habits of accumulated centuries of passive observation clung to him like filth. Human fillth at that. How galling that they had left their prints on his existence, these grubby children with no-sense of their proper place, no ability to comprehend the presence they reached for...feared...contained.
Instead he smiled brightly at the stupid ******** tin-can of enablement before him, and answered, "I doubt they have much to offer, and what they do have..." he gestured eloquently back into the darkness from which they had come, "...well, I think I've quite had my share. But what of you? What will you do with this apparent curiosity and the freedom to indulge in it?" There was interest in his voice, and he was possibly being honest, or as honest as he was capable of being when the stakes were pitiable and the only prize was his own entertainment.
He gave the passing Hunters a wan smile. Just another trainee, a bit pathetic and lost in the oddity of his Weapon suddenly becoming ever so slightly autonomous. He looked back at the other and finally did roll his eyes. Silly looking b*****d, all regal and glinting dramatically. Were those doves flying overhead? Why did the wind suddenly pick up ever so slightly, giving his cape (really?!) an elegant flair.
As always, it felt like the world naturally catered to the other's ego, to the point where it was taken for granted. The simple fact and expected order of things. The Boy had been the same. History would call them heroes and champions.
He called them <******** obnoxious.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 3:21 am
It was a long never-ending bet by a certain branch in the Life Division that if two very specific S-class weapons actually met in speaking form on the Island most likely All Hell Would Break Loose. Well, the majority of the bet was that assuming powers were limited (see: Case A), and they were in something of an isolated environment (see: Case C-21), all hell would break loose in the form of an eternal rivalry of squabbling and bickering that would never quite end. A small portion bet the other way: that they were divine beings and most likely too important to dabble in such trivial human matters. One very certain individual probably knew best but obviously did not care enough about what everyone else cared about to divulge and was probably still feeding certain doves that were currently flying behind a certain S-class weapon in mention.
The reality was that unfortunately, being powerful did not prevent someone from being excessively stupid (see: Case Current Sun Lead). And while emotions and pettiness were indeed inherent in humans, they were also very, very, very inherent in everything else.
He posed, the sunlight flaring off his armour plates at just the right angle for a second before looking down at the Not Really Golem That Would Never Be Ruler Of Everything. "Ah yes freedom, such a longing word full of beauty and generousity. One would wish for the the graces that accompany such a word, were one not of course myself. I believe it would fatally stun humanity to even stare upon my visage -" Actually the two were attracting a small scattering golems and Hunters that continued to pass by and stare at the weird scene playing out that had no problem staring at them -"So I will of course tread carefully. A single blade of grass must not be disturbed, the smallest flutter of an insect. I will begin my pilgrimage in serenity."
And thus he stalked off, leaving several very sizable footprints in the grass, managing to upturn a growing anthill population before he hailed a few Hunters nearby. His voice could be heard in the distance. "You there, fear not my presence, but instead, direct me to where your room of dining might reside so I may familiarize myself with your fair people!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 3:42 am
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