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 Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 2:50 am
Like so many times before, Remarque had not only returned to the park, but he found himself wandering towards an Order aligned signature of significant difference from his own. It wasn't a senshi, but damn it if he wasn't trying to scrap together some reason not to join Leto in her fight against the knights. Eradicating them seemed to be the best answer, though even he wouldn't dream to stoop so low.
Death was the end of the line. Death was irreversible. Killing someone—anyone, even a knight—meant snuffing out a life.
Remarque was of the firm belief that all life had meaning.
Which was probably an interesting perspective coming from someone who delighted in tormenting people weaker than him. He might have been a bully, might have picked fights, but never had he considered killing.
No one was problem enough to warrant death—not when their life had so much to offer him.
It was a deep inner monologue he found himself pondering as he wandered toward the page in his vicinity. Nothing had particularly provoked his thought process sans the somewhat annoyed revelation that, once again it was just a knight around to keep his evening occupied. If Remarque was ever going to kill anything, he'd have killed for a nice, open minded senshi willing to join Ares and fight for the greater good.
…But if pages were all that Destiny City had to offer, he'd at least try to make the best of it.
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 6:44 am
The young woman he was tracking down not only felt, but probably looked a bit different than might be expected too. Not the full armor of Camelot, or the flouncy rococo style dress of other knights, this young woman in flowery pastels looked like she'd just escaped being an extra on the set of the Disney version of Aladdin. That at least was her interpretation of it. That or maybe someone from Leave it to Genie. Jeany? She wasn't really sure, she'd never even tried to watch the show, it sounded too obnoxiously stupid. She still wasn't sure she liked the whole idea of using her signet ring and being Hara Barazaiti, she hadn't even tried to go back to the surrounding, to visit her 'wonder' whatever the ******** that was... Mostly she was just trying to figure out what she was supposed to do with a sparkly silk scarf. Garrote people? Soak it in the fountain and whap them on the a** with a rat tail? Half distracted by this thought, she'd rolled up the scarf into a long twisted pink rope and snapped it like a whip, making an unimpressive sort of dull 'whup' noise as it snapped in the general direction of Remarque. Her eyes widened as she did this, apparently registering on a more conscious level that that creepy feeling that had been sneaking up on her was not only familiar, but had some similarity to the overwhelming darkness she remembered feeling at the Surrounding. She might have even compared it to the... space... fish... but she hadn't been Hara then, and hadn't been able to sense the chaos from the thing. "Oh!" She gasped, the tone at once uncertain, apologetic, and nervous. "s**t!" Was she supposed to apologize? Rat tail him into submission? Run like hell?
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 1:25 pm
Remarque wore an expression of absolute annoyance. It wasn't that the sash had even hit him—it was that it very well could have. And then he would have been pissed and had to jump right into attack and—well. There would go all motivation to find a place for knights in Ares' new world.
Her reaction was at least satisfactory; it was obvious that it had not been her intention to whack him with her dumbass little scarf. He gave the page a cold look as he glanced over her, and while her outfit seemed slightly similar to a few that he had noted before, he had yet to make enough correlation between planet and garb to immediately identify her.
"…Nice way to greet someone," he noted, sounding only slightly irked. "You trying to pick a fight or just got a little overexcited?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:49 am
"Oh, a fight, definitely." Hara quipped back, reflexively, coiling the scarf around her arm in embarrassment. "Me and my mighty Barbie accessory will pound you with sparkly fashion." She paused for a moment and added, in equally self mocking tone "...Grr." Page of Chronos, Ha. The brooch holding her hood was more dangerous than her weapon. "Seriously, are you kidding? Pick fights with a dress up box cast off?" She brushed back the hood, annoyed by the way it got into her peripheral vision as she added. "Are YOU looking to start something?" She demanded. He felt... he felt wrong, like he'd gone for a dip in the negative energy that had attacked the surrounding and come out dripping wet with it. So... so brr. Not right. Like finding a maggot in your apple... or worse. Only finding half the maggot.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 2:02 pm
At this, Remarque raised a brow. The idea was nearly enough to warrant a scathing laugh, though Remarque settled for one that was only slightly condescending. Though he donned a smile laced with charm, there was a significant amount of distaste. "If I was looking to start something, rest assured that you'd already be on the ground begging for mercy. As it stands, my intention is nothing more than conversation. Though, if you are inclined to fight, I'm sure I could humor you. Otherwise I was thinking I might just get to know the local denizens a bit more intimately. Knights typically aren't my field of interest, but I make exceptions on occasion. Remarque," he introduced, even going so far as to extend a hand in what might have been considered a civilized greeting. "Dark Mirror Senshi of Puppetry."
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 2:20 pm
On the ground begging for mercy? Well he certainly didn't sell himself short, did he? "I bet you say that to all the girls." She noted, her expression a blend of caution and suspicion. "Hara Berezaiti." She offered back. There seemed to be no harm in that at least, as she took his hand a little gingerly. ((She'd seen her share of Kung-Fu movies and all that freaky pressure point stuff.)) "Page of Chronos." She was a little tempted to note that while she could be confused for a page of say... Aladdin, she was pretty sure there was no such senshi.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 9:09 pm
"Ah, a Chronos Page?" Remarque inquired, offering a firm shake before he dropped his hand to his side. "Certainly haven't seen your lot in quite a time—and then a number of you show up? I was half convinced you'd all been wiped out—or moved yourselves up to the Surrounding. Tell me," he said, in a tone more conversational than taunting, "How is it? I've been thinking of it a lot lately," he said with a short shrug.
It wasn't a lie—and hell, if any knight was going to give him information, he figured it ought to be a Chronos one. For the longest while he'd held a grudge against them more so than any other simply due to their intricate relationship with the Surrounding. In times long past, he had hated them for what they'd done. He was not one to relinquish any sort of grudge, and while time had quelled the rage he'd developed, he had not forgotten how strong it had once been. That rage, however, had developed into something more. He possessed, now, a burning curiosity—and a desire to utilize what had happened up on the Surrounding. Find some way to turn it in his favor. Or maybe just pay back Chronos and all her allies for all the trouble they'd caused.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 5:23 am
Oh, oh so he'd been there. She must have missed him in the crowd, there had been enough of them. That explained that feeling though. "Well defended." She answered, surprised by her own sense of pride on the matter. "It's yourselves you have to thank for all of us being awakened." She added. "A lot of lives were turned upside down by being summoned there." Including her own. So very much so her own.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 4:28 pm
"Oh, I wouldn't say that, not quite," Remarque said rather casually. "Well before that attack, I recall the civilians being dragged up there. It wouldn't be fair to give us all the credit," he said with a slight shrug. Of course, he'd never find a way to blame any agent of Chaos for the awakening of their Order opponents.
"I don't think anyone that showed up there at the beginning really asked to be there. But I suppose there might be those that would argue. What about you?" he prompted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Was this a life you would have wanted for yourself, or is it simply something you have come to deal with?"
He didn't much care for the personal aspect when it came to knights; whether they liked their jobs or not was of little importance to him. But maybe he just wanted to hear her say that she wasn't happy with her life.
…He certainly wouldn't have been if he were in her position.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 10:13 am
"They were, for reasons that weren't clear until later." Something about bloodlines, but she thought it would be a good idea to keep that on a 'need to know' basis. "As for the rest..."
Well... no. No she wouldn't have chosen it, however...
"Destiny rarely calls upon us in a moment of our choosing. I don't remember who said it, but it feels like that might be what people had in mind when they named the city."
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 5:25 pm
The quote sounded vaguely familiar, so Remarque figured he must have heard it as some movie tagline, or some lingering quote from a book. Either way, it was a good point and he leaned back, nodding thoughtfully. "Fair enough to say." Even if she might have been stretching it. He'd have warranted the name more to attract enough people to get it up and running, but hell if he knew the back story of Destiny City.
"Hara Berezaiti," he said, trying out her name. That last part wasn't going to stick unless he forced himself to remember it—and while she was a knight, Remarque always made the extra effort to remember faces and names. "You've not presented yourself as lacking common sense," so far at least, "And I find myself pondering many things of late. You, as an 'enemy', I find to hold a particularly valuable view point. That being said, I've been debating something. What do you think of the Dark Mirror Court?"
He seemed very social—and yet, at the same time, dreadfully serious. Minus that amused little smile that somehow remained plastered to his face.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 6:28 am
"It's the name of a mountain." She offered up. "I looked it up. Mythologically it's supposed to be one end of a bridge to heaven. It sounds so presumptuous." She admitted. She tended to shorten it to "Hara", and might tell friends to do the same, but... but it was a stretch to call him 'Friend'. He made her feel like ice was being dragged across her skin slowly. "....Ares... the woman with the smoke... she's with your Court?" She asked. She remembered Ares. Remarque was a maggot in the apple but she was... she was slicing open the apple and finding out that it was only skin and maggots.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 5:55 pm
She looked it up? Well, that was a novel idea. In the near-to-year since he'd first started this gig, he had never once ever really wondered what 'Remarque' meant. Sans knowing a remarque to be an artist's special little touch on a print, he hadn't ever really put much thought into it. He'd have to get on the computer some time and give it a google.
"Ares is in the Court. Our queen," he answered simply. "What of her?"
He was fairly curious; he knew a vast number of people did not like Ares or agree with her actions—for whatever ridiculous reasons—though he was always eager to know what they were saying about her. Perhaps he was looking for an excuse to correct them—or simply just looking for a reason to hate knights again.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 7:55 am
"I remember seeing her at the Surrounding." She didn't see the point in lying about it. "I also remember the monsters that came, the people they killed just for being there. I remember the Senshi and the other knights getting together to bring food and supplies and worry about getting everyone home. Ares wasn't there for that. She didn't come to even try and take frightened kids home. She came with monsters and terrible people. I don't know what her argument with the other Senshi is, but I know she didn't go there to save anyone. Whoever she is, she didn't care about us, we were just in her way."
She was reluctant to out and out call Ares a monster... but she felt it. As far as Ares had been concerned, all the civilians were just grass to be mown down in her hunt for those handful of souls among them who she'd tossed into mirrors and changed. She was... impressive... but so, probably, was any general riding down anyone in their path on the way to clash with their enemy.
"The order senshi are ridiculous, they argued and fought over the absolutely stupidest things... but at least they noticed us, whatever their reasons were. I don't know enough of them to tell you.
I'm sure she's... wonderful at what she does. But that's all I can say."
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 7:55 pm
Hara's words impressed Remarque, first for her guts in speaking of Ares, and then again by pointing at the fault of the senshi. "I seem to recall the civilians getting home after Ares attacked," he noted with a light shrug. "It might have been a terrorizing situation, but it isn't as though Order was making much progress in getting anyone home. Whatever Ares did, it worked. But perhaps that's just my perspective. All I know is that Ares certainly did get things moving. I suppose we could pick at whose fault the whole thing really is, but that wouldn't get us very far. What interests me most is the fact that you have called the order senshi ridiculous—that, in itself, is something I think we can agree on. They could use a little order, a little structure. It's one of their greatest flaws, I've always thought. That they all think they're fighting for the same thing, but no one seems to have any idea what that is or how to do it." He shrugged. "I don't think you'll ever get anywhere if you can't learn to get along, and from what I've heard and seen," he shrugged.
Order would tear themselves apart before Chaos ever had a chance to.
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